Talisman Emperor

Boom!

Terrible collision sounds like a fierce battle in heaven and earth.

Little ants woke up violently and saw green trees fighting with a god in a region not far away.

The god had three heads and six arms, his body was a thousand feet tall, and the horrible silver light flowed through the giant eyes of the bronze bell, yelling at the heavenly dome, shattering the stars, fierce horror to the extreme.

Boom!

This is a fierce beast who is a derivative god, masterful of "Fa Tian Tian Di”, “Three Head Six Arms”, “Real Roaring Star” and other deities, the Divine Weigeshi!

At this moment, the green trees are clearly in danger, and the leaves of the trunk branches are frequently smashed and shaded.

“Ancestors, why are you and I all born from chaos and have no vengeance? ”

Green tree sighs and asks.

“This is destiny. This is the purpose of this throne to forge an immense sword and pass it on to me as a guardian. Unfortunately, it has never succeeded because of the creation of this sword and the need for a chaotic spirit. ”

Ancestral Qiao shouted indifferently, "So only by grabbing you, refining your sexual spirit, and integrating it into this sword, can you succeed. ”

“Kill me just to cast a sword? ”

Green Tree got angry.

“No, in order to inherit, I am a war freak, love sword like life, only to leave a hereditary sword can I make my clan famous for eternity. ”

As he spoke, the ancestors whistled, his hands shot falsely, and clicked, scraping a leaf of green tree into pieces of powder.

Green tree trembled violently, the breath became weak and disturbed, obviously almost unsustainable.

“Ridiculous, it's just a sword, can it make you live forever? This is ridiculous! ”

Green Tree grows, “Come on, my life is here, if you can handle it, take it! ”

Wow...

Thousands of luminous branches empty, like chains of order, wrapped around subtle and obscure rhymes, crushing the dome and pouring away.

“All right, this seat is yours! ”

Boo!

Old Ancestral scouts grabbed it and a pale golden sword swept away. If the sun went up in the sky, lighting the mountain river!

The fierce war continued, killing tens of thousands of miles of land in this direction in chaos, the heavenly dome collapsed, the earth sank, the stars set the moon, the avenues collapsed, everything turned into scorched earth ruins.

Sword casting!?

Is that guy trying to kill the swarm just to cast a sword?

Damn it!

The little ant sees it all in his eyes, and his eyes are red, and he doesn't know where the power comes from, making it jump!

Yes, this moment the little ant miraculously flies!

Late in life, at the moment when it was about to die, it met with a huge crowd, two people talking like friends, nothing to say.

Instead of dwarfing it because it was a humble, tiny ant, it gave it much encouragement and comfort.

This is a friendship that little ants have never experienced.

Ever since it left the nest, it has been subjected to cold eyes and ridicule, constantly trampled, constantly struck, and has never walked alone on a lost earth.

It has no friends.

Even with endless frustration and pain in your heart, you can only endure it yourself.

It thought it was destined to be its destiny, and it didn't realize until the moment it met the sky that ants could have true affection, too!

At that moment, it felt like it could die without regret.

But things tend to be so volatile that instead of dying, it takes the initiative to go to the Avenue of Enlightenment, under the rugged fingertips.

In a trance, hundreds of years have passed.

It saw traces of the way, realized the rhyme of the way, and finally found its own way to practice.

It's just a trick. When he wakes up, the sky is under threat of death!

How can a little ant not be angry?

Boo!

It stood empty, the top of his head swayed, and a shout struck a bright light. It was long enough, such as a sword, to reveal its sharp flashes.

It is obvious and insignificant, yet when this moment strikes, there is an indescribable stare.

“Huh!”

The ancestors grabbed this punch powder at will, but when they saw clearly that the punch was carried out by a tiny ant, they couldn't help but be surprised.

It seems hard to imagine how such a humble, tiny, ordinary ant could do such a blow.

Ants can practice too?

This is unimaginable to the ancestors.

Boo!

Without waiting for him to react, the little ant has struck again, picking up the green light, and the momentum is like a rainbow.

The sky saw this scene and was relieved for a while.

Without waiting for it to be happy too soon, we saw that just for a moment, all the attacks on the little ants were broken down by the old ancestors, and even the little ants were stuck at each other's fingertips.

“It's incredible that you're really an ordinary termite, but you can practise now. Too bad, if you choose to be your enemy, then die! ”

The ancestor glanced at the little ant and the surprising colour in his eyes faded and became indifferent.

“No...! ”

The sky shouted and roared, madly slaying the ancestors.

Boom!

But obviously, the swollen attack was one step late, and the little ant's body was instantly crushed by the fingertips of the old ancestors, gently bouncing, squashed and nearly powdered, and flew out of the clouds.

Wow ~

A bright rain of light came and pinched the body of the little ant and brought it back.

But when you see the small ants cut off, and there is no power to return to heaven, it makes you sad and angry for a moment.

“Ah--! ”

The sky roared and the heart was filled with infinite sorrow, and the entire trunk was covered with blood stains, like a line of blood tears.

“It's ridiculous how you treat a humble ant like you're dealing with him. ”

The ancestors were disdainful and indifferent.

“I'm gonna kill you! ”

The sky roared, waving thousands of green leaves, and attacked at all costs, acting like a madman.

“Kill this seat? What a big kiss, this seat will taste you as a spirit in the sword! ”

He shot the sword in his hand, shouted, smashed five lines, crossed heavy time and space, and struck the sword toward the top of the sky and killed it.

Boom!

Under these horrible blows, the green dripping branches burst and collapsed, the sky is indeed hard to resist.

Perhaps the next moment, it will step into the dust behind the little ants.

However, at this moment, a blue light suddenly took off, blocking the sword like no other.

Boom!

A terrible collision sounded.

The blow of Ancestor Xiao was blocked.

This time, even the sky can't help but hold still. When it sees clearly to defend itself against this blow, it can't help but tremble, it is a little confused.

“Hmm?”

Ancestor Xiao's face also changed, he can clearly remember that the blow had already erased the life of the little ant, how could the other party be resurrected?

Little ants are dimly lit at this moment, and their tiny, humble bodies are covered with scars, as if they were going to break apart at the next moment.

But it stood there firmly, in front of the sky, even though it was small, there was a kind of atmosphere of monogamy.

“Stand down! If you keep doing this, you'll really die! That would put an end to the avenue you've worked so hard to understand? ”

Hurry up.

“If you can't help your friends die, what's the point of this journey? ”

Little ants tranquilize.

“This…”

Touched by a heartbreak, covered by an unspeakable emotion, my friend? I'd rather abandon the road for my friends...

“Well, I don't know if I'm gonna live or die, but I'm gonna have you both here right now! ”

Ancestor Xiao looked down and came back with a sword.

Boo!

That sword rolled over, disturbing the heavenly dome, destroying everything, like a barrier across time and space, irresistible.

“Spell it! ”

Little ants come up empty-handed, firm and calm, oblivious to life and death, empty hearts and minds.

“Spell it! ”

The sky feels like it's burning, no matter what!

Boom!

However, in the end, the reality is cruel, and in the face of such horrors as the Ancestors, even if desperate to do anything, it is undoubtedly with an egg to strike the stone.

It is a reality, and all hope, all blood, all faith, in the face of the absolute power of reality, is as foamy as a blow.

The first defeat of the sky, the thick and strong stem dry with a striking sword marks, about to split it it, the branch leaves ruined, the chances of survival are nearly exhausted.

The little ant's second defeat was split out and his tiny body hit the clouds hard.

It's so humble, it's like a poppy, it's not worth the sun.

“Now this sword will be sacrificed with your sexual spirit! ”

Old Ancestor Xiao glanced cold at the sky and approached him with a sword.

“All my friends are gone, how can I live and be happy, how can I fear death...”

Mumble, desperate and calm.

It looked at the heavenly dome and could no longer see the figure of the little ant. It was bitter, and I thought to myself, when I died, maybe I could reunite with it again, so to speak.

But then, all of a sudden, a voice seemed to come from the sky - "Dao! ”

The voice was so weak, it was almost flooded by the wind, but it shocked the hearts of the heavens, and the eyes of the old ancestors who were trying to kill him suddenly flashed.

“Dao!”

That voice sounded again, and this time it had become magnificent, shattering the clouds and sounding all over the sky!

“Pedestrians...”

"The pedestrian is not dead! ”

Old Joe Horan looked up and didn't seem to believe it.

Two fatal blows to himself in a row, and the most unusual humble ant ant is still alive?

How is that possible?

“Dao!”

That voice sounded again, and had become thunderstormed for nine days and ten places, and if the sounds of Dao shook eight rough six times.

Boo!

At the same time, an ant appeared so small that it held a beam of light, tore apart the dome and chopped down several stars!

That beam of light was so brilliant and so brilliant that the ancestors somehow felt an unprecedented fear at this moment.

What kind of power is that?

Pfft!

The beam of light fell, the heads of the ancestors were beheaded, and the thousand-tall body was like a shadow, suddenly crumbling and turning into powder.

Neither did he have time to react, nor did he understand, but he was wiped out with a tremendous panic.

Boo!

The sword in his hand fell, slanted into the ground, buzzed and trembled, as if crying.

At the same time, the clouds broke, and a tiny ant walked in the glory of God, if it came from the divine.

It sounds like a thunderbolt: "Creating, creating my path, interpreting my path, what about ants? To create symbiosis, all things are the way, why the inferiority, why the shackles of high and low? ”

The sound rolled and scattered.

When the sky saw the scene, he could not help but laugh and say: "Walker, you have understood!” Understood!

A thousand years later.

The sky enlightens the heart, reveals the true meaning of my body, the trunk of the sky, turns into a bridge between the fairy world and the world, immortal and frightened, shocking too ancient years.

The world calls it the "Tree of the Glorious God”.

The little ant mastered the creation, with the embryo of the god sword retained by the ancestors, cast the green sword, then carried the sword into the ancient world, turned to the heavens and the earth, and did not fail.

The world glorifies it as the "Supreme Ant” and celebrates it for all mankind.

Taihua Mountain.

A man in a grey robe sat at will, watching the empty and dusty dojo, couldn't help but trance. He never thought that, more than a thousand years later, the roller had passed away.

“When you said that I was a summer worm, it was hard to see the avenue in this life... But you, why not a summer worm on the way, born in the way, died in the way, can't see the true eternal truth, just that I no longer compare with you as a dead man, and buy you a drink. ”

The man in the grey robe sighed and took out a bottle of wine and poured a bottle of spirits on this empty, cold dojo.

“Well, good wine! ”

All of a sudden, a sound sounded and a great shadow appeared in the sky.

“Hmm?”

The man in the grey robe looked up, and when he saw the figure clearly, he couldn't help but look at it, some incredible.

“What, the little ant doesn't recognize me? ”

The man smiled.

“Didn't you... already die in the hands of the gods? ”

The grey robe men groaned.

“Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha. If this is such a killer, the power of this round would seem too bad. ”

The man looked up and laughed. He sat on the opposite side of the man in the grey robe and said, "I'm surprised that you're the little ant. You can actually enlighten yourself on a cultivation avenue. It's amazing, it's amazing! ”

The man in the grey robe laughed and said, "Say so much about what to do. ”

"What do you want to do? ”

“Drinking? ”

“Okay!”

“Are you drunk or not? ”

“Stay with the gentleman! ”

“Ha-ha-ha! ”

A long time later.

A man in a green shirt came to the Atlantic with a handsome teenager, strolling in the abyss and eventually stopping in front of a ruin.

“This is the land of the Supreme Consciousness of the Ants, which, with its humble body, emerged in the glorious years of the battle of the ancient gods, with its own power to create the magic of creation, to deter the Ten Fangs, and to despise the saints of the world. Who would have imagined that leaving the nest was just an unusual ant? ”

The man in the green shirt said softly, "Remember, the humble, obsessed, can also shine with the sun and the moon, immortal and long. ”

Jun-soo on one side nodded.