Pure Yang Wushen

Chapter 2208 The fog of fate, Su Qinian's radius!
Rumble!
The heaven is majestic, vast and boundless, it crushes time, fixes nothingness, seems to form a world of its own, ups and downs in the outer sky.

In the Tianshan Mountains, in the past few months, there have been various visions. On the top of some Tianshan Mountains, silver lightning is like a dragon, intertwined and entrenched, and there are vaguely a piece of thunder chariots, as black as ink, full of purple thunder patterns At the foot of some Tianshan Mountains, there are black and yellow armors shining brightly, which are countless heavenly soldiers and generals wearing armors, polishing their weapons and forming battle formations.

There are also Tianshan Mountains surrounded by the real fire of Tianyang, one after another golden dragons are winding and flying. ...

There was a strong murderous aura in the air, and the smell of sparks was very strong. Since the Lord Zhenyuan came, Su Qinian walked down Zhantian Mountain alone. Walking among the Tianshan Mountains, he heard many voices and felt To the smoldering anger in the hearts of countless people in the Heavenly Court, how many epochs have passed, and the Heavenly Court has never been so despised as it has been in the past thousand years. Ancestral prestige.

The only voice that didn't exist was to hand him over.

There was no resentment, no complaints, and he was only sighed and envious that he won the title of Tiandihai, which countless people in this era longed for, when he was awarded the ninth heaven mountain and the seventh heaven.

As for the powerhouses of all clans in the five directions of the heavens gathering in Tianwaitian, as far as the tribes of the heavens are concerned, there will be no second choice.

On this day, in a corner of the mountains, Su Qinian saw a group of seven or eight-year-old children. They brandished their iron and wood wars and swords, imitating their elders, and performing some messy and inconsistent exercises. Not far away by a big white river, there was an old man with white hair and drooping hair, wearing a worn-out armor, fishing quietly, but surrounded by two A two-year-old child crawled up and down on him like a monkey.

"Stop talking, grandpa can't take it anymore, his beard is going to fall off."

The old man pretended to be in pain, and the two young children were wearing animal skin jackets. Their chubby arms looked like three knots and sometimes four knots. Hearing this, they immediately crawled down and stretched out their hands. Caressing the old man's chin, blowing gently with his small mouth: "Grandpa doesn't cry, blowing will not hurt."

Snapped!
The next moment, not far from Su Qinian, a child was struck in the back by the iron wood sword, screamed in pain, and fell at Su Qinian's feet.

Su Qinian helped up the child, this is in the heaven, the essence of life is far stronger than the vast starry sky, otherwise, the sword just now, even an adult man who has just refined his blood, would have broken his tendons and fractured his bones.

"Thank you big brother, I can stand up by myself," Zhitong got up, pushed Su Qinian's hand away, stood still unsteadily, and at the same time looked at Su Qinian suspiciously, and said, "Big brother, why don't you go?" In the formation of armor, my father and uncles have all gone, and in two years, when we are fully formed, we will be able to awaken our fighting blood and guard the heaven."

Caressing the childish child's bare, sweaty little head, Su Qinian said seriously: "Brother is ready."

Perhaps it was Su Qinian's determined gaze that infected Zhitong. Although he was still confused, Zhitong still nodded towards him: "Then big brother, you have to protect yourself, I'm going to practice swords."

Su Qinian came to the river bank, looked at the two monkeys rolling into a ball on the bank again, his eyes softened, although he was in a different world, but this kind of fireworks was so real and similar, Su Qi Nian believes that this is also the root cause of countless sages of the human race in the long river of history. , after ancient times, illuminate the way forward for the human race.

"Senior, don't you think that I broke the tranquility here?"

Standing beside the old man, Su Qi said youngly, he looked at the white river, the waves were churning, and the water was dense, but the old man's hook was as straight as a sword, and there was nothing.

The old man flicked the fishing rod lightly, and the hook was like a sword, directly piercing through a golden dragon fish at the bottom of the river, and then turned into a soft sword with fingers, pulling it out of the river.

Scaling, laparotomy, and fire, the old man was very skillful, and soon, this several-foot-long arowana was put on the bonfire, the golden fat dripped, and the fragrance was overflowing. The old man smiled lightly: "In this era, in the heaven Among the juniors here, there are only two or three that the old man can't see through, and you are one of them."

"Look at the many arowanas in this river, are they all smart? It's not the old man. I don't use hooks for bait, but they are very psychic. They know that the more tempting things are, the more untouchable they are. It's not just them. , as small as a blade of grass in this vast heaven knows how to grow towards the sun, as big as the clans of this heaven, even the kingdoms of the gods, the heavenly monsters, and the gods and beasts, even my heavenly court and the four directions of the gods are all doing it for me. Survival evolves."

Speaking of this, the old man looked up at Su Qinian, and there seemed to be a spark of soul flickering in those slightly cloudy eyes, and said: "Even if it wasn't you, there would be someone else who would break the tranquility here. The ruler of the heavens has never been truly peaceful to the heavens, do you know what is the biggest difference between our human race and the heavenly clans?"

"In addition to the seven emotions and six desires, we are also bound by principles and rules. We have the cognition and persistence of virtue, good and evil, and the fighting spirit that flows in the blood of battle. No matter how many epochs pass, we will never die."

Su Qinian's eyes flickered, then he took a deep breath and said, "Su Qinian has been taught."

He has long seen that the old man is not an ordinary person. He is in charge of the township law, and he has integrated the true meaning of the heavenly tablet. Even if he first enters the heavenly realm, after leaving the customs, there will not be too many people or things that can really escape his insight. Yes, the old man is a Supreme God Lord, if he guessed correctly, he should be the Lord of the Tianshan Mountain in front of him.

The old man shook his head and said, "The old man still has some strength. Only when your generation really grows up can the inheritance of my heaven be expected to continue. Before that, there must be no one left."

"Senior, I'm confused." Su Qinian said suddenly.

The old man was startled, and then he smelled a burnt aroma, and he got up abruptly: "Young lady, you are careless!"

Su Jinian left without leaving the burnt dragon fish to share with him. Out of the corner of his eye, he reflected the crowd of young and old by the river. He didn't ask the name of the old man, but he knew very well that this supreme god lord , probably waiting for him here, he felt the dark breath of fate.

After half a cup of tea, the old man stroked his messy gray beard, stood by the river, his feet were wet by the white river, took a deep breath, and said: "This son's heart is like a mirror, among the descendants of the gods, even if he is not The strongest, he will definitely be able to stand in the strongest row in the next year."

The slightly curly black hair fluttered lightly, and the figure of God Master Zhenyuan emerged beside him, shaking his head lightly, maybe he doesn't have to wait until his age.

"He is still somewhat wary of the Heavenly Court. He is observing the mountains, rivers and people's hearts here, and the truth in his heart belongs to him," the old man sighed, "but since Mingguang's inheritance has recognized him, we old people, I will definitely try my best to let him understand that this can be his destination, the upper realm and the lower realm, and the fighting blood in the human race has never changed."

God Master Zhenyuan glanced at him and said, "I haven't seen you sigh so much for many years, what did you see?"

"I didn't see anything." In the eyes of the old man, there seemed to be two stone mills turning in the chaos. "This should be the thickest fog of fate that I have seen so far in this life. The future is invisible, the past cannot be traced, and now Difficult to count."

"Even you can't see through it?" God Lord Zhenyuan frowned, "Could it be because of the power of the monument."

The old man raised his eyebrows: "Not much to say, I can feel that some old friends have arrived."

At this moment, the old man's eyes were gray, like two chaotic caves, and like a strange scene at the beginning of the creation of the world, reflecting the outside of the heaven, in the misty white mist, many figures have appeared, the vast heaven, It was like a giant dragon's lair that was about to fall into the sky, and was approached by countless worms that came out of the mud and smelled the breath.

On the last day, Su Qinian returned to Zhantian Mountain. After listening to the sonorous war sounds in the Tianshan Mountains, he also began to adjust his mood and breath. Next, he wanted to let go and fight. Originally, he wanted to stay in the vast starry sky, but Now that it is almost unbearable, let him see how strong this generation of strong men of the same generation who have grown up after being cut off from the starry sky for countless epochs and bathed in pure yang energy is.

On the mountain stele, the glory of battle is brilliant, as ancient as glazed glass, and the bright moon is in the sky. Su Qi is an old man standing on the top of Zhantian Mountain. His black hair is like ink, scattered freely behind his back. The whole person is bathed in the cold moonlight, and his temperament is clear. And quiet, until in this heavenly court, among the mountains, the first horn sounded.

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(End of this chapter)