Pure Yang Wushen

Chapter 1980 Ancient Celestial Monument!After dusk is dark! (ask for subscription, ask for monthly pass)
The ancient heavens have always been myths for later generations.

No one knows how many gods live in the heavens, but there are very few gods whose names have been handed down, and most of them are annihilated in the years. With the twilight of the gods, the myths are also incomplete.

And in front of him, these hundreds of grand monuments, in Su Qinian's view, must not be the peak years of the ancient gods. After all, in mythology, although the gods live forever, they will also fall, just like the ancient dragons, In the mythology, he once hunted and fed on the gods, which can be called fierce and majestic, which is also one of the reasons why he eventually became the king of beasts.

"Look at those sky monuments..." Suddenly, the young man in Tsing Yi said.

Following his gaze, Su Qinian looked at the few giant celestial monuments in the deepest part. They could be called celestial monuments. They were already extremely magnificent, as high as the sky, but those celestial monuments were not only grand and majestic, but gray On the body of the stele, there are dense inscriptions engraved on it.

Inscriptions on the twilight stone tablet are very common on the twilight stone tablet at the level of the god master. Although I can't understand it, Su Qinian guesses that it is mostly a description of his life, but even the supreme god master who has nine times of calamity, the twilight stone tablet There are only a few words, but there are many more divine inscriptions inscribed on the steles of the gods here, which can have thousands of words, but compared with those few steles, they are simply incomparable.

The divine writing is dark, and it seems that the brilliance is not obvious, but Su Qinian can't help but look away just by staring at it. The immortal spiritual will seems to be splitting, without any sign, he shows an unprecedented dignified look , if you look at it twice, maybe it is not impossible to fall directly, it is really infinitely terrifying.

The young man in Tsing Yi had already withdrawn his gaze, he was as crazy as this one, and at this time he also showed a serious look, and said: "Is this the king of the gods, the king of gods, or the emperor of gods?"

Su Qinian didn't respond. It's meaningless to say too much now. First, he must be able to strengthen a stele of the gods. Only when he has truly walked to the place where the gods sleep, can he truly appreciate the magnificence of the gods. This is a transcendence. All living organisms that are known in this world.

Of course, both Su Qinian and Su Qinian understood that before the opportunity to continue the Longevity Road appeared, the gods would never easily break out.

Immediately, the two looked at the huge celestial monument closest to them, glanced at each other, and at the same time raised their feet and took steps, the bronze battle spear and life-saving knife in their hands whispered, both on the verge of recovery at any time.

Only in this way can the vast coercion that washes over the body like the Yang River in the sky be able to be resisted. From another perspective, without the power of the supreme emperor, perhaps even walking into this place where the gods sleep None of the qualifications.

The monument is grand and vicissitudes. On the gray body of the monument, the dark golden divine inscriptions seem to be innate, and there is no trace of half-cutting. The closer to the monument, Su Qinian feels his own insignificance, as if he is walking towards a certain place. This kind of great existence, if it is more specific, is like ants on the earth, walking towards the giant dragon that swims down from the nine heavens and takes a short rest.

This is a huge gap in the level of life, an insurmountable moat.

However, beyond Su Qinian's expectation, until they came to this monument, there was nothing unusual. The huge monument was covered with gray cracks like sky cracks, and the auspicious glow seemed to be condensed. Became a crystal, jammed in that crack.

hum!
There was no change in the Tianbei, but Su Qinian did not hesitate. He directly mobilized the sealing method, and channeled the mighty sealing power into the Tianbei, nourishing the dried up power of the Tianbei, and strengthening the suppression of the gods.

boom!
In an instant, he seemed to have come into contact with some kind of indescribable profound breath, which was the power of the celestial tablet, but it was different from the power of the celestial tablet in any previous twilight tablet. In an instant, he seemed to see In an ancient and vast land, a round of sun stretches across the boundless sky. Under the sun, it is a vast, bright yellow river like jade, overflowing with immeasurable light. The building trees in the Holy King Mountain Range are many times larger, and the stars are like dust, and the starlight is so faint that it is almost invisible.

Heavenly Yang River!

When Su Qinian thought about it, he understood that what he saw now should be the ancient heaven, the sun hanging high above the dome, stretching across the boundless sky and the earth, the Yang River that nourishes all things, is the source of the heaven's clean energy One, it contains unimaginable majesty and vitality.

Suddenly, on the bank of the Yang River in a corner, Su Qinian saw a hunched figure. He was curled up by the river, his withered feet immersed in the golden, jade and glass-like river water, and even though the fresh air in the river water rose and lingered around him, Still unable to nourish his body, the rotten air was hard to get rid of, and became more and more intense.

It was an old man, although it seemed to be of a different bloodline from today's human race, but Su Qinian could be sure that this was a human race, but such an old man who was dying, curled up alone by the Yang River, looked a little abnormal Suddenly, when Su Qinian thought about it, the distance between him and the old man suddenly shortened. He came to the bank of the Yang River, and he could hear the sound of the river rushing like the rhythm of life.

Ancient humans?
Su Qinian looked at the old man in front of him. His gray and white long hair was messy and draped over his shoulders. He looked fragile, thin and glistening, his body was full of wrinkles, and his eyes were cloudy, squeezed by the accumulated wrinkles. became a seam.

Are there mortals in the ancient heavens?Su Qinian had doubts in his heart, but the old man seemed to have sensed his presence, raised his head slightly, and a hoarse voice sounded: "Young man, don't you want to go? It's almost dusk, and the road will be difficult when it gets dark .”

In an instant, a serious look appeared in his eyes, but it was just a scene seen by the power of the celestial monument. Why did he seem to have entered this picture scroll? Was it the god who was suppressed by the power of the celestial monument?Su Qinian didn't dare to be negligent, and tightened his grip on the life-saving knife in his hand.

The old man didn't seem to notice it, and shook his head lightly: "I'm old, I can't walk anymore, young man, you can't afford to delay."

Su Qinian raised his eyebrows, suddenly a thought came to him, and he said in a deep voice: "Old man, what is dusk?"

"It's getting dark at dusk, what else can it be?" The old man asked back, squinting at him with some cloudy eyes, "Let's go, it's getting dark, and we can't go away."

Su Qinian frowned, and wanted to ask something, but the old man stood up tremblingly, and walked out towards the Yanghe River, hunched over, looking thin and short, as if he would fall down if the wind blows, but this is the heaven, where According to Su Qinian's perception, a certain level of life is required to survive in the clear air of the heavenly realm, so how did this old man who seemed to have no cultivation level survive in the heavenly realm?
"The sky is about to collapse and the earth is about to crack...the sky is about to collapse and the earth is about to crack..."

The old man muttered to himself, and his legs were soon submerged by the light-like river. Su Qinian was startled and wanted to stretch out his hand to pull it. He had heard this ancient soul song as early as the third era of ancient times. At this time, in the mouth of the old man in the ancient heaven, he heard a few words again.

However, his outstretched hand caught nothing and penetrated the old man's back. He took a deep breath and withdrew his palm. After all, was it just a reflection? Didn't he really cross the distant time and space and come to ancient times? Heaven, but why did the old man see him? The words seemed ordinary, but the power of the monument that even the gods could suppress could reflect a corner of the heaven for no reason.

Soon, no matter whether it was the vast heaven or the boundless Yanghe River, they were like dream bubbles, with fine ripples, gradually drifting away, and when the ripples calmed down, he saw a lonely land again.

The dry and cracked land is full of cracked lines, but Su Qinian observed carefully, there are sky walls in all directions, connecting the sky, it seems that he is still in the heaven, the place where he stands seems to be a tiankeng, outside the sky wall, The clear air surged, but it couldn't hang down.

That is……

Su Qinian's pupils shrank slightly, and he saw a gray stone tablet, only about ten feet high, sitting in the corner of the tiankeng. The runes looked like some kind of seal characters, but they were different from the divine inscriptions on the many twilight stone tablets seen in the place where the gods sleep.

At this moment, Su Qinian felt the throbbing of the Sealing Law, and the stele drew closer, but he couldn't hold back his emotions, stretched out a hand, and pressed it on the stele.

That's the word town!

Inexplicably, Su Qinian had an insight into the true meaning of the black runes on the stele body, maybe they can't be called runes, or words, it is a kind of appearance that he can't understand at all with his current vision or experience , and even Su Qinian had an illusion that the black runes, or town characters, were the power of the stele itself.

All of a sudden, Su Qinian felt an inexplicable sense of panic. This was an emotion he had never experienced in all these years of practice. There was no panic, it was like a harbinger before a catastrophe was approaching, which made him anxious, palpitations, uneasiness, anger... and many other emotions emerged in an instant, intertwined and mixed, and he wished he could leave here immediately.

But in the dark, there seemed to be another thought warning him not to leave here.

The raised footsteps stopped, and his mind was shaken. It was the clanking of the life-saving knife in his hand, and the long sound of the knife could be clearly heard even in this tiankeng, as if it had crossed thousands of mountains and rivers, The boundless world entered his mind, awakened his spirit, and resonated with the sword of immortal will.

He was startled, unknowingly, without knowing when, he had come to the edge of the tiankeng, and was about to step out of the sky wall and walk into the sunny and clear air.

At this moment, he clearly saw that at the end of the distant heaven, a thick ink color swept across like splashed ink.

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