Invincibility Starts From Sacrificing Ancestors

In the abyss of the Dragon Palace, the black stone pillars reached the dome, and a dragon shape appeared in the dense clouds.

The plump white dragon carp surrounded Zhou Dao with bright eyes, showing joy.

The ancient stone carvings around the altar record the origin of the dragon veins.

It's about King Yuan! ?

Zhou Dao was like a spectator, looking at the strange portrait.

A long time ago, on the earth, a group of mysterious Taoist priests gathered together. They traveled the world with their respective missions. For a hundred years, they constantly searched for the dragon veins, and cut off the dragon veins and the heaven and earth with their supreme supernatural powers. Contact and take it as your own.

"This... can this kind of thing be done?"

Zhou Dao looked at the records on the ancient paintings and felt extremely frightening.

In one of the ancient paintings, the sky is clear and the air is clear, the Taoist priest enters the deep mountain, and in an instant, the dark clouds cover the sun.

The Taoist priest looked up and bowed towards the top of the deep mountain. Then, the dust brushed past and the heaven and the earth cracked.

The whole mountain collapsed suddenly, and the cracked earth swelled with blood like yellow mud.

The Taoist priest's wide robe swept over, and he saw a long figure in the cloud and mist swept away.

There is also an ancient painting of another Taoist priest walking into the vast desert, invaded by night, and found a lost ancient temple in the wind and sand.

The Taoist priest also bowed.

In an instant, the ancient bell appeared, shaking ripples, and the entire desert seemed to repeat itself.

The Taoist priest sacrificed a talisman, directly pierced the ancient temple, grabbed it with a big hand, took out a **** phantom in the endless desert, hid it directly in his sleeve, turned around and left.

……

"These people are really against the sky, directly reversing the fortunes, and taking the dragon veins by force!?" Zhou Dao was shocked and inexplicable.

There is no such terrifying record even in the "Yu Yaosi Workbook".

Even in Uncle Qin's No. 73 Book Club, Zhou Dao had never seen such incredible rumors and records.

The group of Taoist priests recorded on the altar is really terrifying. Each of them has the ability to penetrate the sky and the earth.

Zhou Dao looked at it and couldn't help being a little lost.

He walked around the altar and looked at it with a pair of faces.

In the end, this group of mysterious people traveled the world for a hundred years, ingesting dragon veins, and finally practiced twelve paths.

"It turns out that this dragon vein of Nie Longjiang was left here after the group of Taoists abandoned it."

Zhou Dao was stunned, and finally understood where the dragon vein of the Nie Longjiang came from, and why it was so defiant.

"What on earth do those Taoists want to do?"

Zhou Dao continued to read.

The ancient records on the altar are extremely detailed. After the mysterious Taoist priests used their heaven-defying powers to practice twelve dragon veins, they held a very special ceremony called...the Yuan Wang Fahui! ?

Seeing this, Zhou Dao was moved again.

Yuan Wang Fahui actually has such a history?

It took hundreds of years to search for dragon veins all over the world, and to take it by force. Acting against the sky like this, there are many hidden dangers left, and the world has been so difficult since then.

For example, Pingjiang City’s previous [Great Disaster Year] was affected by this.

Paying such a huge price is actually for the [King Yuan Dharma Meeting].

According to the records on the ancient stele, the special ceremony was held in front of a [big tomb], and those who were able to stand out and be awarded the title of [Yuan Wang] could not only be baptized by the twelve dragon veins, create the Yuan King, and even ...you can enter that great tomb.

From then on, the Yuanwang Dharma Assembly has been passed down from generation to generation.

"Why?" Zhou Dao was a little confused.

The Yuan Wang Fa Conference, held every thirty-three years, is a grand event that attracts the attention of the world.

The one who can be the strongest is the [Yuan Wang].

"The baptism of the twelve dragon veins? This is too exaggerated." Zhou Dao was stunned. Apart from seeing the old man, it was the first time that he was eager and fascinated by the [Prince Yuan] dharma meeting.

You must know that the dragon veins of the Nie Longjiang are already extremely heaven-defying.

What kind of terrifying powerhouse can the ancient ritual of King Yuan's puja create? It is no wonder that the world is paying attention, and all forces are rushing to the Yuan Wang Fa Conference.

Zhou Dao came to the last portrait.

Everything came to an abrupt end, except... a sword mark.

In the last blank space of the altar, there is a faint sword mark, which is surprisingly new compared to the previous ancient paintings.

"It was engraved by later generations..."

Zhou Dao subconsciously reached out and stroked, the mottled sword marks revealed the vicissitudes of the years, a sword fell, hiding infinite artistic conception.

The moment he touched it, a terrifying thought came along the sword mark, as if five thunders struck the top, and the whole body was shaken.

rumbling...

Zhou Dao's eyes suddenly darkened, and countless lights and shadows danced in front of him.

"Prince Yuan, today is your day of death, you don't need to struggle anymore."

The terrifying voice shook the sky and the earth. Under the dark clouds, above the village, a figure stood proudly in the air.

"By you?"

The blue-shirted man's eyes were cold. He took one step forward, and the sword light in his palm shot into the sky, as if a real dragon was mediating, destroying the starry sky.

The terrifying sword light broke into the black cloud.

Immediately afterwards, a tragic cry sounded, revealing deep anger and panic.

"Mayfly Sword Art!? Good...very good...you are worthy of being the King of Yuan of this generation..."

In the dark cloud, a face with a three-eyed ghost mask appeared, blood from the eyebrows, and a trace of inextinguishable sword energy entangled.

"The reason why gods and Buddhas sit high for nine days is because they are inherently noble and do not communicate with mortals... King Yuan, you are willing to accept the calamity for these ants, and you are destined to be exiled from the nine heavens."

Another icy voice sounded, and there was a savage killing in the ruthless.

In the village below, there are many people struggling in the ruins, covered in blood, looking up at the sky in horror.

"The Tao has no realm of life and death, a mayfly can slay a dragon... Once the heart of separation is born, it will be difficult to see the Tao again." The man in the blue shirt whispered.

"What else is there to say? Prince Yuan, if you want to break the rules, you will have to pay the price, and you must fall today."

The terrifying sound shattered the sky, and a large scarlet spear shot towards the ground like lightning.

The man in the blue shirt shot, the sword energy in his palm changed like yin and yang, and he held the big red spear with his bare hands.

hum...

At the same time, a flame descended, like a falling sun, directly covering the back of the man in blue.

"Have a problem in your heart, sympathize with the ants? You don't deserve to be on the same level as me."

The ruthless laughter resounded, and then, a baby's cry spread all over the world.

For the first time, the man in the blue shirt showed a moving expression, with a little surprise and anxiety in his eyes.

"Hahaha, I and I, Mayfly Sword Art... Prince Yuan, do you really think you are invincible in the world? After all, you still have weaknesses."

The visitor laughed wildly, revealing deep disdain and ridicule.

"Today is the right time for your father and son to fall here."

As he spoke, the black cloud tore apart, and a baby was thrown out.

The man in the blue shirt changed color suddenly, and he stepped forward to take it.

At this moment, in the dark cloud, the hidden terrifying figures finally revealed their true faces, startling them to kill.

This battle was earth-shattering. After the doomsday, there were only desolations and ruins.

"From now on, there will be no more King Yuan!"

The cold voice announced the final victory. In the end, the man's body was sealed in the black coffin, leaving nothing behind.

I don't know how long it took~www.readwn.com~ The wet and cold rain washed the ruins relentlessly.

In the distance, an old Taoist staggered over, with a gourd hanging from his waist, his eyes were reddish, and his eyes were cold.

He walked to the ruins, snorted coldly, and the broken walls suddenly burst, revealing a pink and tender arm.

Lao Dao's eyes suddenly widened, as if he saw hope, he stepped forward and rescued a baby from the ruins.

Unfortunately, he has long since lost his breath.

Lao Dao hugged the baby tightly. He wanted to roar wildly, but he seemed to be holding his breath. The world was so vast that there was no room for him to make a sound.

Suddenly, Lao Dao raised his head suddenly, only to feel a faint heartbeat coming from his chest.

He hurriedly lowered his head, and the baby, who had lost his breath, actually came back.

Lao Dao Lao burst into tears and hugged tightly.

He stood up, looked at his head, his eyes were cold, only killing.

"One day, this child will settle everything."

"From today onwards, you will be called..."

The old man whispered softly, turned around with the baby in his arms, and stepped into the wind and rain.

"Zhou Dao!"

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