The glorious era of the king of the world

Chapter 138 The curtain opens, the hash mark (please subscribe)

Isn't Ultraman just a thing that some people say can only roar haha ​​and has no nutrients at all?
There are more than 20 episodes in the film, and the fighting scene only lasts 3 minutes.

Of course, some of the new generation only play games and can only yell, haha, it is undeniable.

Gatangee didn't completely wipe out human beings 3000 million years ago, so what are the mere extraterrestrial meteorites?
With the development of the times and the changes of civilization, human beings will always successfully face the darkness of the universe.

Rather than being exposed to the universe blankly, he would rather be fully prepared and face the universe with full enthusiasm.

"Do you think so too!" Su Yi stretched out a hand, as if touching a certain existence, the existence that gave birth to Haotian!

Haotian was not like this from the beginning, she must also have a background.

In the original work, Sangsang also said that she was born from the combination of rules and human consciousness.

A deity who was born long before the gambler made a pact with her.

And what kind of power gave birth to a god like Haotian?
The root of the night world seemed to be revealed in front of him.

The unknowable power that has existed since ancient times.

"The power of civilization?"

"Is the power of the earth okay?"

"Is it similar to the will of Gaia?"

"Or Alaya?"

"Is there such a thing in a fantasy world?"

"Will you give birth to Ultraman?"

"Gaia, Agur!" Su Yi's eyes were bright, and like a curious baby, he asked step by step, and the will that made him decisively cut off contact with him.

Ye Su left anyway, with an angry air. He knew that Ye Su probably went to Mr. Da to argue, and then was deceived... and was inspired to find his own way in the Tang Dynasty.

"If he hadn't been deposed, with Ye Su's insight into founding the new religion and his calm self-immolation state of mind, it would have been possible for him to become pure."

"Pity!"

.........

The next day, a large number of Yulin troops walked out of Chang'an City, braving heavy wind and snow, and blocked several roads from Yanming Lake to Yanming Mountain.

The snow kept falling, but it still couldn't affect the upcoming duel. The duel between the Thirteenth Master of the Academy and Xia Hou, the former General of Zhenbei, not only attracted practitioners in the world, but even many Chang'an people voluntarily rushed to Yan Minghu watched the battle.

After seeing the Yulin Army guarding the road, the people who dared to come from Chang'an retreated one after another, because the consequences of trying to break through the blockade would be extremely tragic, and the iron guns in the hands of the Yulin Army would not recognize them.

This battle is not limited to the Tang Kingdom, secular countries are also paying attention to this battle, which may lead to changes in the Tang Kingdom and even the entire Haotian world.

Even though they don't understand what's going on deeper, the mere appearance of it is enough to cheer them up.

This represents the battle between the Academy and the Tang State's military. It can even be said to be a collision between the Academy and the Tang State.

The academy travels all over the world and invites the former Tang Dynasty general to fight.

No matter which side wins or loses, the Tang Kingdom will be disturbed and even divided. All the countries in the world will suffer from the Tang Kingdom for a long time!
A monk dressed like an ascetic walked silently on the road in the forest.

Suddenly there was a sound in my ears
There were bursts of cicadas.

The forest is full of chilling cicadas.

There could be no cicada sound at this time of year, which made him realize that he might have encountered an extremely terrifying existence.

A great devil!

The chirping sound of the cicadas in the forest became more and more dense and shrill. The thick snow accumulated on the trees was shaken and fell rustlingly. However, there seemed to be two large and transparent invisible cicada wings above the snow forest by the lake, covering The whole sky was covered, so that no sound of cicadas here could escape outside the forest.

The shrill sound of cicadas, colder than ice and snow and more elusive than the night wind, was ringing everywhere, going silent everywhere, resurrecting everywhere, and finally fell in the ears of the monk.The sound of cicadas in the forest seems to be saying indifferently: It's time to go back.

Qi Nian listened to the increasingly mournful chirping of cicadas, and the expression on his face became more and more solemn.

Qi Nian couldn't see the appearance of a Buddhist disciple at all, and he looked like a miserable scavenger.

The mountain behind the academy!

The master was lazily lying on the chair, holding a wine jar and drinking heavily. Ning Que was his young apprentice, and Sang Sang was his young apprentice's maid. But his young apprentice's maid wanted to find him and eat him in one bite. .

Does he have to wait for Haotian to eat?
Although he had already made plans, he still didn't have much confidence when facing Haotian, who had been the supreme god for thousands of years.

He, this weed that has been swaying in the wind for thousands of years on the wall, will probably have to make his own choice after today's duel. He doesn't know whether his choice is right or wrong for the world.

After drinking several jars of Jiujiang Double Steam, the master slowly got up and walked into the second floor, where he fell on the bed and fell asleep.

No matter how much Muyou shouted, she couldn't wake up the master who wanted to avoid too much entanglement with him at this time.

Muyou said anxiously: "Teacher, why are you still drunk at this time? The formations arranged on Yanming Lake were completely destroyed by thunder. If you don't save my junior brother, he will really die."

The senior brother doesn't know how to fight, and when Jun Mo faces many practitioners, it will be difficult for him to fight with two fists, so at this time, only Master can save his junior brother.

Chen Pipi, who had not yet gone down the mountain to watch the battle, jogged all the way to the two-story building and said, "Seventh Senior Sister, a fight is about to start over at Yanming Lake. Why don't you go and take a look?"

Muyou stamped her foot and said, "You go first! I have to be here to wake up the teacher."

On the ice, there is a foot-thick layer of ice, which is perfect for a duel.

Ning Que has been preparing for this day for 16 years. Apart from Xia Hou, Ning Que is probably the person who understands Xia Hou best, because if you want to kill someone, you should learn to understand someone.

In the Demon Sect Mountain Gate, he accepted the inheritance of Liansheng, which allowed him to find Xiahou's biggest flaw, so he chose to duel with Xiahou at Yanming Lake. Although the formations arranged by the Seventh Senior Sister were no longer there, there were still some arrangements left. , such as the fire talisman wrapped in projectiles made of fine iron at the bottom of half of Yanming Lake.

Yanming Lake is not a very regular lake. When Ning Que came to the widest part of the lake, Xiahou, who had slaughtered General Xuanwei Lin Guangyuan's entire family, also came here.

Enemies were naturally extremely jealous when they met. Although the two were tens of feet apart, the anger of hatred had already poured out of Ning Que's chest. Facing Xia Hou, who was at the peak of martial arts, Ning Que directly used his most powerful method.

This is a duel that determines victory or defeat, as well as life and death. It is not a competition between practitioners. Naturally, the most powerful means must be used from the beginning.

The cold wind blew the snow, and Ning Que threw out a yellow piece of paper two fingers wide. It was a precious talisman paper with a talisman from the Talisman Master condensed on it.

On the bank of Yanming Lake, four lines criss-crossed each other. The cultivators watching the battle could clearly see that it was the Talisman Master Yan Se. It was the most mysterious Talisman, and it was also an indestructible Talisman.

There are two vertical and horizontal lines, which are wells!

Vertical and horizontal lines mean cutting!

The interlacing lines form a trapping formation. No practitioner can predict what the scene will be like when the hash mark falls on Yanming Lake.

Xiahou squinted his eyes, his eyebrows were like cast iron, they were not furrowed, reflecting the light of the fire, as if they were burning.

He punches.

That terrifying fist was so domineering that it squeezed out all the air in front of him.

But what he faced was a talisman, the talisman of Yan Se, the world's number one talisman master.

He closes his eyes.

Let those raindrops fall on your body.

There was a dense crackling sound!

Cutting one by one
It was like countless raindrops falling from the sky and hitting him.

The robe on his body was instantly riddled with holes.

(End of this chapter)