Valkyrie

Chapter 2143 The Origin of Gold
The world of gods and souls is shining brightly, like the divine light of thousands of great suns.

However, Lin Huang felt like he had fallen into hell, and the endless pain tortured him, making him feel like he was wandering outside the gate of hell.

In that ancient stele, the magic formula was endless, which made Lin Huang feel a little upside down.

Power is always relative.

Even gods have moments when they are weak, painful, and unbearable.

Three hours have passed.

Lin Huang suddenly opened his eyes just now...

His whole body was soaked, his lips were pale, and he felt tired like a tide!

"call……"

Lin Huang breathed a long sigh of relief and forced himself to hold on to his nerves.

Although that ancient stele was mysterious, Lin Huang also got a glimpse of one or two of its secrets.

The Five Elements of Gold!
It seems to be the original way... but it is not the original power.

When he followed Qin Zheng across the world, he had already understood the original power and stepped into the Silent River.

But the power of the source can be understood, but cannot be directly cultivated.

Otherwise, just like Emperor Jintian and Qin Zheng, they will not be tolerated by the heavens and the world.

What he had studied before was to separate the original power, so he had the compatibility of water and fire, and the fusion of the power of Heavenly Shura and Heavenly Emperor's Law Body.

In the final analysis, it is just a way to trace the origin.

And the secrets recorded in this ancient tablet... allowed him to see a different world!

It is not the original power, so it can be cultivated.

However, it is just like the components of the original power, it is extremely powerful and has the power to destroy everything.

After all, when he faced the gods of the four realms of the Tianling Tribe before, he had never understood the secret of the ancient monument. Under the force of force, he could use his sword energy to span the sky and suppress the gods of the four realms.

The power in the ancient stele was called the source of gold by Lin Huang!
cough cough...

Lin Huang coughed and stretched out his palm. A wisp of golden sword energy slowly began to emerge from his fingertips. However, before the sword energy could grow stronger, the sword energy suddenly stabbed Lin Huang, causing great pain.

He frowned slightly.

This power, the power of destruction is too powerful.

The source of gold...

Lin Huang dispersed the wisp of sword energy, thinking deeply.

The four heavenly gates.

The inheritance of the God King.

Reincarnation.

Lin Huang wanted to practice more things...

Moreover, he began to have a deeper understanding of how one Qi transforms into three pure beings.

But he felt that it was not enough for him to transform into the three pure beings in one go. He needed to transform into the three clear states one more time, maybe he could do it.

Lin Huang left the restaurant while thinking about it.

Simple cultivation did not allow him to step into the second level of godhood.But it's only one step away. Perhaps relying on the killings in the feast will allow him to advance.

……

Night fell gradually.

Lin Huang looked at the crescent moon in the sky, swung his sleeves and robe, and sat under a tea shop.

The tea shop faces the street and the business is not very prosperous.

Although Tibetan flower tea is a natural treasure for warriors under the emperor.But for those above the Great Emperor, it is just ordinary white water.

Moreover, if the level of a tea shop can only be opened on the street, how high can it be?

As time passed, the number of people on the street began to decrease.

He and the owner of the tea shop packed up and left, as if he had not seen Lin Huang from the beginning to the end.

Lin Huang, on the other hand, was still sitting in the tea shop, drinking tea slowly, looking very bored.

boom!
Thunder fell from the sky and heavy rain fell like lines.

At the corner of the street, a young man wearing linen clothes was running through the splashing rain, carrying a broken spear, and carrying unstoppable blood.

Above the void, a figure in red looked down.

The figure was holding a pitch-black oil-paper umbrella, with no trace of rain on his body. He stared at the young man running below, his rough face full of indifference.

Lin Huang remained motionless, drinking tea one cup at a time.

"Are Luan Gu Realm crazy? A great emperor warrior dares to hunt gods!"

The middle-aged man in red stood tall, then came down indifferently, and slapped the young man in linen with his palm.

Instead of escaping, the young man in sackcloth ran forward, holding a broken spear in his hand, and headed towards the imprisoned god in a cage of rainwater all over his body.

Boom.

The cage suddenly burst.

The broken spear pierced the god's skin!
But the young man in linen clothes was knocked away by a palm, and all the houses on the street were hit and exploded.Lin Huang remained motionless.

The middle-aged man in red turned his head and glanced at Lin Huang, his eyes slightly focused.

"He died because his skills were inferior to others, so he just let us fight!"

Lin Huang took a sip of tea and said calmly.

The middle-aged man in red turned his head, snorted coldly, and flew towards the young man in sackcloth.

"Let me see how courageous the emperor is!"

The middle-aged man in red spoke.

"kill……"

At the end of the alley, the young man in sackcloth burst out, and the clone seed came to life instantly. A figure walked out of it, attacking the god at the same time as the young man in sackcloth.

The god's eyes narrowed slightly, and he put away his dark oil-paper umbrella and turned it into a sword...

In an instant, sword energy flooded the entire alley.

Hiss...

That was the sound of the gods' clothes tearing, and at the same time, there was actually the blood of the gods swaying into the sky.

……

It was quiet for a while at the end of the alley.

It seemed that the god was stunned.

He was shocked to be injured by a great emperor.

What followed was overwhelming anger.

The oil-paper umbrella was gently raised, and the heavy rain all around flew into the void, turning into thousands of sword energy, pointing directly at the young man in linen clothes.

The young man in linen clothes staggered to his feet. He coughed and closed his eyes. Feeling the overwhelming pressure, he couldn't help but slow down his breathing.

"ended!"

The young man in red made an understatement, and thousands of sword energy attacked the young man in sackcloth.

Then, the middle-aged man in red opened the oil-paper umbrella again, glanced at Lin Huang, and walked away.

At the end of the alley...

The sword energy is endless.

Only in the vast coercion, a weak voice suddenly sounded:

"Pluto!"

A wisp of black aura was born and above the gun tip, a terrifying storm formed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Then, the storm swept across and wiped out thousands of sword energies!

The thick blackness rendered the entire sky.

The middle-aged man in red frowned, stopped, and then turned around...

moment!

The black spearhead actually penetrated the red-clothed god's body directly.

The dark spear tip was dripping with the blood of the gods.

The alley suddenly became silent!
The god in red looked at the spear on his chest with wide eyes, his face full of disbelief...

moment.

The god in red burned the city with rage, and the young man in sackcloth flew out directly!

He looked up to the sky and vomited blood, and the bones all over his body crackled... Obviously, the overwhelming anger of the red-clothed god was enough to make him irrecoverable.

He hurt the gods.

But no match for the gods.

He will eventually be killed by the gods.

In the tea shop, Lin Huang's movements of sipping tea did not change at all, neither fast nor slow.

Boom.

The red-clothed god descended from the sky, crushed the young man in sackcloth's chest with one kick, and then crushed the young man in sackcloth's head with several consecutive kicks.

Blood flowed.

Life is disappearing.

The path aggregate is extinguishing.

Lin Huang's hand holding the teacup trembled slightly, but he still didn't move at all, not even looking at the Maid young man.

The god in red might have stepped on a thunderbolt. He bent down to pick up the oil-paper umbrella, patted the blood on his body, and was about to turn around and leave, but found that his left foot was grabbed by the hand of the young man in sackcloth.

He kicked it down again without any hesitation.

But an extremely weak voice suddenly sounded in my ears:
"Thousands of miles... barren grave!"

(End of this chapter)