Invincibility Starts From Sacrificing Ancestors

Clouds and mists rise in the deep mountains, like a fairy's belt, ethereal.

In the ancient cave mansion, the cauldron was burning with a raging fire, and there was a thunder-like "rumbling" sound.

The faint danxiang was mixed with the pungent **** smell.

dong dong dong...

A burst of heavy footsteps came from the entrance of the cave, and in the darkness, a figure slowly walked out, revealing its true face by the light of the cauldron.

"Lu Xianyang, if you don't kill me, you will regret it sooner or later."

The hoarse voice resounded in the cave, as heavy as a sword.

The fire in the cauldron flickered, pulling the shadow extremely long.

"Wu Cangshan, you are very important, how can you die?"

Lu Xianyang was wearing a long gown, as usual, with a warm smile on his face.

Since that day, Zhou Dao devoured and refined Daqin's dragon energy and beheaded the disciples of Longhu Mountain, the Seventh Prince was imprisoned in the Palace of Sins, Ji Yingshi was condemned by King Xu and imprisoned, and Wang Fanchen was also arrested by Guan Xuantian Temple.

Only Wu Cangshan is alive and dead.

Now, his whole body is pierced by red-golden chains, fixing his spine keel, locking his internal organs, his body is engraved with runes, and scarlet blood is flowing freely under his feet.

"In those days, the afterglow of the setting sun created the tomb and sealed the greatest existence in the world. The celestial phenomenon changed, the magic star was vertical and horizontal, the disaster star was born, the evil star came..."

"Whoever responds to these three astrology will affect the trend of future destiny."

Lu Xianyang whispered softly and walked slowly to Wucang Mountain.

"What's more, if you have devoured Ye Kong's essence, then you can't die..."

"Lu Xianyang, I see your ambitions."

Wu Cangshan roared in a low voice, like a trapped beast.

"Your ambition is too big, I'm afraid your life can't stand it."

"You don't need to worry about it."

Lu Xianyang smiled and stretched out his hand, his fingertips gently slid across Wu Cangshan's chest, roaming all the way to his abdomen.

Suddenly, Lu Xianyang's fingertips drilled forward, tearing the flesh and scarlet blood flowing from the wound.

Wu Cangshan gritted his teeth, his eyes widened angrily, but he didn't make a sound.

Today, he was imprisoned like a beast and trampled on him wantonly.

Such humiliation accumulated in his heart, sprouting like a seed, giving birth to a monstrous anger.

rumbling...

Strange runes traced back towards Lu Xianyang's fingers like undead, and immediately flowed into Wucangshan's body along the wound.

"What are you doing?" Wu Cangshan asked in a deep voice with fear in his eyes.

Lu Xianyang was silent, and a wisp of black energy jumped from his fingertips, burrowing into Wu Cangshan's body like a loach.

The next moment, a strange scene appeared.

Wu Cangshan's lower abdomen gradually swelled, and it continued to expand like a balloon.

"you……"

Wu Cangshan's eyes widened, looking at the changes in his body, showing an incredible look.

"what have you done?"

puff...

At this moment, Wu Cangshan's belly burst violently, and a ball of **** meat rolled down to the ground. As soon as it touched the ground, it stretched out its limbs, followed by its head.

In the scarlet blood, the ball of meat grew rapidly and turned into an adult man.

"Zhou Dao..."

The curled body muttered a name, revealing deep resentment, and then he raised his head, it was Wu Xuanxin's face.

"how come!?"

Wu Cangshan gritted his teeth and endured tremendous pain. At this moment, he couldn't care about the cracked belly, and looked at the Wu Xuanxin that was peeled from his body with a look of horror.

"Ye Kong's power is really strange. The Imperial Palace's research on Yuan Wang is more thorough than anyone else."

Lu Xianyang looked at the stripped Wuxuan Heart, as if he was admiring a beautiful masterpiece.

At this moment, Wu Xuanxin's state is extremely strange, he is still him, but there is a faint change in his appearance, which is somewhat like...

"Zhou Dao, **** it, this is the second time..."

Wu Xuanxin gritted his teeth, and there was a fierce luster in his eyes.

"The bereaved dog."

Wu Cangshan indifferently looked at this monster that was peeled from his body, with a sneer at the corner of his mouth.

hum...

As soon as the words fell, Wu Xuanxin slapped him in the face, and then, the sharp claws were inserted into Wu Cangshan's body like thorns, and he pulled out a piece of flesh and blood, his muscles throbbing and blood dripping.

"Wu Xuan Xin, you can kill me if you have one, otherwise, wait for me to get out of trouble..."

Suffering such a heavy injury, Wu Cangshan did not frown, but instead showed a hideous smile.

"Calm down."

Lu Xianyang raised his hand and pressed it lightly, "He can't die until he absorbs all his essence."

Hearing this, the hostility on Wu Xuanxin's face dissipated a lot, but his eyes were still full of resentment.

He had been dormant for so long and prepared for so long, but in the end he was defeated by Zhou Dao.

"It's natural for you to lose." Lu Xianyang whispered.

"Naturally!?" Wu Xuanxin's expression was cold and cold, like a cold sword.

"That man is not an ordinary character. Every time you fail, you will be harvested by him once, adding to his luck."

Wu Xuanxin's complexion suddenly changed, and he couldn't help calming down.

The first time he fell into the hands of Zhou Dao was at the Ping An Temple in the capital that day. As a result, not only was his cultivation abolished, but even his Taiyi thunder law was taken away by Zhou Dao.

As for this time, it was even more tragic. Not only did the Calamity Burial Divine Art not kill Zhou Dao, it even helped him to cultivate a mysterious art and step into the Yuanyuan Realm.

"Do you know that you want me to die?" Wu Xuanxin said with an unkind expression.

Lu Xianyang shook his head: "The stronger his luck, the greater the doom. As long as he fails once, it will be forever."

"Will he lose?" Wu Xuan said in a deep voice.

"Under the Dao of Heaven, as long as people have weaknesses, this is the limitation of people." Lu Xianyang talked eloquently.

Wu Xuanxin looked up at him, only to feel extremely strange.

"It's impossible for him to have no weaknesses. Look at it. Heaven transforms all things, and mutual growth and mutual restraint. His nemesis is not far away."

With a wave of Lu Xianyang's hand, the real fire in the cauldron became more and more scorching hot.

...

On this day, a message reached Longhu Mountain.

The thirteen princes under Qin Huang's knees will visit the tomb of the gods on behalf of the king, and he is escorted by Zhou Dao, the chief inspector of the Yuyao.

A low mountain surrounded by clouds of smoke.

Longhu Mountain is said to have a thousand peaks and immortals, and the spirit of the cave is the best in the world.

Such a small mountain is extremely inconspicuous among the many Qifeng Lingyues.

It was in a corner, and occasionally a fairy bird flew by, and before it got close, it turned its direction involuntarily.

"The youngest son of Emperor Qin? It's really interesting. The bloodline of Great Qin Taizu is really not ordinary."

In the mountains, a leisurely voice came from a grass hut.

Outside the grass hut, a middle-aged man in a blue Taoist robe stood quietly.

"Qiu Zu, do you really want that little guy to enter the Ping An Ruins?" the middle-aged man said solemnly.

"What's the harm? Since Emperor Qin dared to let his family come, don't you dare to let him in?"

"So petty, no wonder the position of headmaster wasn't passed on to you back then."

Inside the grass hut, the leisurely voice sounded again, although it was teasing, it revealed a friendly smile.

"Then we..."

"Let him go."

"Qiu Zu, the current Emperor Qin is afraid..."

The middle-aged Taoist stopped talking.

"He has a lot of courage and wants to accomplish unprecedented feats before, sweeping the world's sects, the imperial power is supreme, and the glory of the world is all in one." Qiu Zu's voice came again, calm as water, and could not hear any fluctuations.

"The bloodline of Taizu is really close to that of a demon."

"He was just an unhappy prince back then. Who would have thought that he would come from behind and sit on the throne." The middle-aged Taoist sneered.

"Do you think it's all about luck?" Qiu Zu said lightly.

"Back then, he took advantage of Duke Liu's momentum and achieved rapid progress. What happened after that? After he ascended the throne, the first person to kill was this person."

Qiu Zu's voice rang out in front of the grass cottage.

He mentioned an old friend, Duke Liu. When Emperor Qin was still a prince, he was the Grand Master of the dynasty, with a high position, almost under one person and over ten thousand people.

No one knew why Liu Gonghou looked down on such an unwilling prince back then, stood behind him in the struggle for succession, and even married him the only pearl in his palm.

The Liu family is a famous family, the new emperor ascends the throne, and what awaits is not a thousand years of glory and wealth, but a catastrophe of genocide.

Qin Huang's methods were as fast as thunder, and when no one could react, he executed the giant of the dynasty who claimed to have the fourth Dazai.

None of the more than 3,000 members of the Liu family were spared, and as many as 50,000 people were implicated.

"As soon as the new dynasty started, he had no taboos, and he was slaughtered. From that time, I knew that this person had deceived the world. He was not as cowardly and mediocre as the world saw him." Qiu Zu said indifferently.

"He is a born king and a rare master in this world."

hum...

In the grass hut, the peach tree suddenly withered and withered, and the next moment it was reborn again, with flowers blooming and falling, which was extremely mysterious.

"Facing Qin Huang, don't make small moves. Don't forget that he is not only the master of the world, but also one of the five masters in the world."

"Disciple wrote it down." The middle-aged Taoist nodded.

The world does not know the depth of Emperor Qin, but Longhu Mountain knows that the inheritance of the Taizu is more terrifying than the Sixth Daomen.

The master of the capital's inner city had already achieved great success as early as when Daoshan was in the alliance.

However, at that time, no one would notice a despairing prince.

"Qiu Zu, there is something else."

"Go ahead."

"This time, the **** of Emperor Qin's son is an inspector of the Yuyao Division. This young man is a little special."

The middle-aged Taoist mentioned Zhou Dao and explained his past one by one.

"Prince Yuan is only one step away from the throne? It seems that the destiny does not depend on him." Qiu Zu whispered, only the battle between Prince Yuan made him a little interested in such a young man, that's all.

"This person has a great feud with the Imperial Palace, and also killed many of our disciples. Junior Brother Lu was framed to be involved in Daqin Longqi, which seems to be related to this son."

"Since this kid is here now, we..."

"Ugh!"

Before the middle-aged Taoist finished speaking, a sigh came from inside the cottage.

"Longhu Mountain is really not as good as a generation, is it worth a little kid who hasn't even entered the Dragon Gate?" Qiu Zu's voice was a little more indifferent.

"The disciple is confused." The middle-aged Taoist lowered his head in shame.

"What should come will come, and what should go will go."

The words fell, the door of Caolu slowly opened, and a young man walked out slowly. He was wearing a Taoist robe, and his white clothes surpassed the snow, but there was a vicissitude in his eyes that could not be concealed.

"In this life, there will be a Taoist king."

"Longhu Mountain, be Daxing."

While speaking, the mountains, rivers, clouds and mists became illusory.

The grass cottage, the young man, the Taoist priest, the peach tree... together with the small mountain, gradually condensed, as if imprinted in a painting, and finally turned into a wisp of blue smoke, which slowly dissipated.

...

At the extreme edge of the southern border, it is said to have 100,000 mountains.

White Snake Scholar, Painted Skin Girl Ghost, Ancient Temple Demon, Yellow Skin Sister-in-law, Immortal Cave Mansion... From ancient times to the present, I don't know how many legends have been passed down from the 100,000 Mountains.

I don't know how many people went one after the other, going into the mountains to find fairy tales.

Zhenlu Mountain is only three thousand miles away from Longhu Mountain.

It is said that the patriarch of Longhu Mountain once saw immortals refining alchemy here, using the mountain as a furnace, hence the name.

Here, is the last barrier of the tomb of the gods. Turning over, it is the forbidden place [Ping An Ruins], which is dedicated to the great powers of all dynasties in Longhu Mountain, which is also known as the tomb of the gods.

At this moment, under Zhenlu Mountain, there is a broken temple.

"You believe me, as long as you cut it, you can get real gold, real gold."

A group of children flocked to the ruined temple, and the leading boy waved his arms, with scars all over it, as dense as silk threads.

"Xiaofan, don't lie, I don't believe it."

In the team, a little fat man dismantled the platform in time and scolded sharply.

"You don't believe what are you doing with a face pocket? Are you putting shit?" Chen Xiaofan retorted.

"If you don't believe it, get out of here. I won't stop you if you want to starve to death."

A group of children looked at each other in dismay, and someone hurriedly shouted, "Fat fat man, you don't believe us."

"You better get out, we believe in Brother Xiaofan."

When public opinion turned to one side, all the different voices seemed harsh and powerless.

Seeing this, the fat man hurried forward, laughed with him, and patted himself on the mouth lightly.

"Brother Fan, don't be angry, just treat me like a fart."

"It's still like a human saying." Chen Xiaofan glanced coldly, without caring, and led the crowd to the ruined temple.

Before the temple was destroyed, a man with loose hair was holding a rusty knife in his hand, sharpening it with a broken whetstone.

"Brother Xiaofan..." A little girl timidly hid behind Chen Xiaofan.

"Don't say anything, that's a lunatic."

Chen Xiaofan opened his arms and embraced the crowd into the ruined temple.

Dao Niangniang's temple is quite famous in the local village. It is said that many years ago, the village was very rich, and every family had meat to eat.

That year, a young girl revealed to the village, she could not see or hear.

There was an old man in the village. Seeing that the girl was pretty, he took her in. At night, the old man wanted to do something wrong, and while struggling, he accidentally hurt the girl.

At that time, he discovered that the blood that the girl shed fell on the ground and turned into gold.

This made the old man overjoyed, he imprisoned the girl, tortured and flogged day and night, and lived a prosperous life with her blood.

Finally, this incident happened and was discovered by other villagers.

They rescued the teenage girl and made a terrible decision.

These village names decided to share the gift of God, and they took turns whipping them day and night.

After three full years, the girl finally drained the last drop of blood. Her arms had been bound all the year round and had already been deformed. At first glance, she couldn't even see her human form.

The villagers randomly dumped the girl's body in the mountains.

That night, countless praying mantises emerged from the mountain and covered the girl's corpse.

From then on, the legend of the Dao Niangniang was born.

According to reports, if someone is walking at night and encounters a woman in a black robe in the mountains, don't go forward.

After she left, dig three feet in the ground where she was standing, and she would find a small blade. Just take it home, put it in the rice jar for three days and three nights, and then take it out.

As long as there is something in your heart, you can cut yourself with that knife, and your wish will come true.

The greater the damage, the greater the wish that can be fulfilled.

"Brother Xiaofan, is this the Goddess Dao's temple? I'm a little scared." The little girl pulled Chen Xiaofan's clothes.

The legend of Dao Niangniang is widely circulated in the village. It is said that the village was completely dead in less than three years.

Later, the land was completely deserted, and the people who lived here were poor for generations.

They were afraid that Dao Niang's resentment would not be quelled, so they built this temple.

"You won't be afraid when you get the gold. In the evening, you can buy a roast chicken and go home. Your parents must be very happy."

Chen Xiaofan bowed and carefully took out a small blade from his arms.

The blade of the blade was weak, with a cold light and fine lines all over it.

"Look."

Chen Xiaofan waved the blade in his hand and stroked lightly on his arm, a sound of gasping for air resounded in the temple.

The scarlet blood dripped down the blade, and just when it hit the ground, it condensed into a golden pea.

"Gold, really gold."

The little fat man screamed first, his eyes lit up.

Such a golden bean is enough for his family's livelihood for a year.

"Did you see it? Which of you came first?" Chen Xiaofan waved the blade in his hand and said proudly.

"I'll come, I'll come first, Brother Fan, let me come first."

At this moment ~www.readwn.com~ Little Fatty no longer has the slightest doubt, relying on his strong body to squeeze everyone else down.

"Benefit you, you little **** first."

Chen Xiaofan shook the strange blade in his hand and handed it over.

"Brother Dao, what kind of monster do you think this is?"

"It's a bit of a morality, you can't see it, you have to kill it to find out."

At this moment, a chatter came from the corner.

The group of children turned their heads to look, only to find that there were others behind the altar.

Wang Xiaoyi hugged the Thirteenth Prince and leaned on Ha Shiqi's body.

Zhou Dao hugged the little black cat, slowly got up, a trace of Xiaoyi was on the corner of his mouth, and his condensed eyes fell on Chen Xiaofan.

"Are you committing suicide, or let me do it!!?"