Immediately afterwards, the giant fist of light seemed to have life, slowly changing its form and turning into a vast palm of light. In the frightened gazes of the seven twelve-winged angels, this palm enveloped them all with a gentle squeeze. The noble existence that once claimed to be the light of heaven was now like a doll in the hands of a child, powerless. Resist.
The seven twelve-winged angels, their faces were full of disbelief and panic. Before that, they were full of confidence. The strongest attack performed by the seven of them together was thought to be enough to shake the world, but unexpectedly, in front of Jiang Han, all this was so vulnerable. They struggled hard and flapped their wings, trying to escape from this sudden cage, but all their efforts were in vain.
In the end, with a slight fluctuation, Jiang Han waved lightly, and the palm of light disappeared together with the trapped angels, and he was sent into an unknown small world. The forest became quiet again, and only the aftermath in the air told of the thrilling battle just now.
Chen Nan raised his head, and the sunlight shined through the gaps in the leaves on his slightly immature face, adding a bit of curiosity and expectation to his eyes. "Master, where is our next destination?" There was a trace of uncontrollable curiosity in his words, as if he was full of endless reverie about the upcoming journey.
Jiang Han, the elder wearing a green shirt and a face as gentle as jade, gently raised a mysterious smile at the corner of his mouth. His lips moved slightly, and he slowly uttered three words: "Cemetery of Gods and Demons." After saying this, his eyes seemed to penetrate time and space, looking at the land dusted by history.
"Cemetery of Gods and Demons?" Chen Nan frowned slightly, looking a little confused, "But, as far as I know, there is nothing there except the tombs of heroes and demons from ancient legends. We are going there. For what?" There was a trace of doubt in his voice, and he was obviously quite surprised by the choice of this destination.
Hearing this, Jiang Han's eyes flashed with depth, as if he was recalling the vicissitudes of the past. He did not answer immediately, but smiled softly, and that smile contained too many indescribable emotions. Then, his figure suddenly became blurry, like dewdrops in the morning light, gradually dissipating in the air. But in the blink of an eye, a dazzling golden light burst out from the place. It was Jiang Han's movement activated by secret techniques. It turned into a stream of light, passed through the layers of green screens of the eternal forest, and flew toward the distant sky. go.
As Jiang Han left, the air around him seemed to freeze for a moment, leaving only Chen Nan standing there, looking at the golden light that gradually disappeared, feeling unprecedented excitement and excitement in his heart. Longing. Cemetery of Gods and Demons, that name was like an ancient spell, awakening his inner curiosity and desire for the unknown world. He secretly made up his mind that no matter what was waiting for him ahead, he would bravely take this step and uncover the many fogs in that mysterious land.
Tianyuan Continent, that vast magical land, has an ancient and mysterious area hidden in its heart - the central zone. Here, the dust of history and the vision of the future are intertwined into magnificent pictures, which are fascinating.
In the heart of this central area, quietly stands a sacred place that awes the world - the Cemetery of Gods and Demons! The cemetery is surrounded by tall snow maple trees carved over time. They are like guardian angels, with lush branches and green leaves, showing an unyielding vitality. Every summer, the branches and leaves of these snow maple trees are miraculously dotted with countless snow-white petals. It seems to be the most exquisite handiwork of nature. The light snowflakes are embedded in the emerald green, which is in sharp contrast with the scorching heat of the outside world. The contrast brings a hint of indescribable coolness and tranquility.
Those snow-white petals sway gently in the wind, and occasionally fall down, like feathers falling slowly in the sky, gently touching the cheeks of every visitor, releasing a refreshing and elegant fragrance that penetrates the soul, as if it can cleanse everything in the world. Dust and troubles make people feel awe-inspiring and inexplicably comforted.
Looking around, in this cemetery of gods and demons, there are tombs scattered in an orderly manner, each one carrying a glorious or tragic history. These tombs may be grand and spectacular, with simple and mysterious runes carved on the stone tablets, telling the story of the heroes' great achievements; or they may be simple and simple, with only an uncarved stone as a mark, silently telling the tenacity and unyieldingness of ordinary life. The sunlight shines through the dense canopy and shines variegatedly on the resting place of these sleepers, adding a bit of sanctity and solemnity to this silent land.
Here, time seems to have stood still, and every inch of land and every stone monument is whispering, telling the story of the legendary era when gods and demons coexisted and heroes emerged in large numbers on the Tianyuan Continent. Stepping into the Cemetery of Gods and Demons is like opening a heavy historical book, making people involuntarily immersed in that magnificent history and feeling the shock and emotion that spans time and space.
“It’s such a familiar place.” Chen Nan sighed softly, with a hint of unnoticeable melancholy in his voice. In the sky above the Cemetery of Gods and Demons, golden light fell like drizzle, casting a layer of mysterious brilliance on this ancient and solemn land. He followed Jiang Han closely, walking steadily out of the door that seemed to be isolated from the hustle and bustle of the world. His eyes slowly scanned the densely packed and orderly arrangement of tombstones below. Each one carried a piece of the past, a legend, which made him feel uncomfortable. There were ripples in his heart.
On the edge of the cemetery, rows of tall and straight snow maple trees are like loyal guards, guarding this sleeping place. Their branches and leaves are emerald green and even more vibrant under the sunlight. The breeze blew, and the green branches and leaves swayed gently, as if whispering, while the flawless white petals danced with the wind, like the first snow in winter, spinning and falling lightly in the air, and finally lay quietly on the bluestone road. It adds a bit of tenderness and sadness to this solemn place.
"Brother, it smells so good." Little Chenxi raised her childish face, closed her eyes and took a deep breath of the fragrance in the air, with a look of intoxication and happiness on her face, as if the fragrance of flowers could wash away all the worries in the world.
At this warm moment, an old and distant voice penetrated the quiet air, and slowly sounded: "You are here again."
Everyone followed the sound, and only In front of a simple thatched house not far away, a stooped and skinny old man was leaning on the door frame, holding a mottled crutch tightly in his hands, walking towards them tremblingly. The old man's beard and hair are all gray, and time has carved deep marks on his face. Every wrinkle seems to tell an unknown story. His thin body looked particularly thin in the breeze, as if he would be blown away by an inadvertent gust of wind at any time.
"Do you still remember what I said to you when I first came here?" Jiang Han nodded slightly to the old man guarding the tomb, his tone was calm but revealed unquestionable power. His eyes were profound, as if he could see into people's hearts.
"The cause begins with you; the effect begins with you." The old man guarding the tomb stared at Jiang Han, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then turned into complex emotions. "So, you're going to take action? But what's the point of coming here? My old bones can't withstand too many twists and turns."
A mysterious smile appeared at the corner of Jiang Han's mouth. He gently extended his palm, and a world seed containing endless mysteries quietly emerged. The surrounding space was distorted, and the outline of a small world was looming. The moment the old man's eyes touched the seeds of the world, they became extremely sharp, as if they could penetrate illusions. An oppressive aura emanated from him, causing the surrounding air to tremble. The void made a subtle hissing sound, and the scene behind him began to become bizarre, indicating some unknown force. Ready to move. "Do you really want to do something?" Jiang Han's voice penetrated the solemn air around him. His eyes were as sharp as an eagle, capturing the gradually rising extraordinary aura of the old man guarding the tomb, but he still maintained a kind of indifference. , like eternal ice, without the slightest emotion.
The figure of the old man guarding the tomb looked even more arrogant in the breeze. A faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, as if everything in the world was under his control. "Hmph, if you insist on letting me step into your small world, then I will play a game with you!" After saying this, he exuded a determination that should not be underestimated, and the light in his eyes was as deep as an ancient pool. Revealing unquestionable courage and determination.
Jiang Han softly spat out a few words. Although his voice was faint, it was like the sound of ancient bells, slowly echoing in the air. "In this case, let us use the life and death plate as the stage to show off."
A trace of imperceptible surprise flashed in the eyes of the old man guarding the tomb, as if a thousand-year-old ancient well suddenly appeared. The ripples. He never thought that this seemingly ordinary young man would have such an ability to see into the essence, and he could see through his true identity at a glance.
Boom!
A deafening loud noise pierced the sky. With this sound, the old tomb guard's originally shriveled body expanded in an instant, as if it had crossed the boundaries of time and space and turned into a giant thousands of times larger. Immediately afterwards, in the sky, a huge life and death disk slowly appeared. It exuded an ancient and mysterious aura. It was a power that was enough to change the color of the world and make all living beings tremble.
In the midst of this electric light and flint, a deafening roar suddenly sounded in the cemetery of gods and demons. The sound originated from the depths of the cemetery. It was the roar of the gods and the wail of the devil. They were intertwined. It formed a majestic force that could shake the heaven and earth, as if it was going to completely tear apart the boundaries between the three realms and six realms.
"Roar——"
A horrifying roar, as if coming from the deepest part of the Nine Nether Purgatory, with endless desire and anger to break free from the shackles. The earth trembled, as if it could not withstand the impact of this power. Amidst the continuous roar, the souls of the gods and demons sleeping in the cemetery seemed to be awakened and ready to move. The entire cemetery of gods and demons fell into chaos. and in turmoil.
"This old guy actually hides such terrifying strength!" The Purple-Gold Dragon shrank its neck involuntarily, its eyes were full of shock, and its usually arrogant face was now full of disbelief.
Chen Nan was also deeply shocked by the scene in front of him. Although he had already had a hunch that the old man guarding the tomb was something special, he never imagined that his true strength was so appalling and beyond everyone's expectations. At this moment, what surged in his heart was an unprecedented sense of urgency and awe.
This breath, heavy in the void, is like the endless mountains, and like the whisper of the giant beast in the abyss. Its power is so strong that even the legendary nameless gods and demons can't stand it. It will also be eclipsed before it. This kind of power, if placed in the age of ancient conflicts among the gods, would definitely be one of the most dazzling stars in the world, attracting countless creatures to look up to.
Jiang Han's face was as sinking as water, his eyes were deep and calm. His body slowly rose, like the sun rising in the east, gradually blooming with light. Wrapped in this light, his figure gradually twisted and changed, and finally turned into a huge and bright golden threaded fruit. Mysterious runes flowed on the surface, and every ray of luster contained the primitive state when the world first opened. strength.
Under this fruit, a Tai Chi diagram that is intertwined with the Qi of Hongmeng and the Mother Qi of all things slowly emerges. It is black and white, with yin and yang interdependent, like the most ancient and eternal truth in the universe. The Tai Chi diagram echoes the golden fruit up and down, with a few strands of golden filaments gently swaying between them, subtly connecting the two together, forming an indescribable harmony and balance, as if it is the most perfect between heaven and earth. of fit.
As the golden fruit rotates silently, the majestic power contained in the Tai Chi diagram begins to fluctuate, like an ancient bell being gently struck, with a long echo that transcends the boundaries of time and space. A desolate and ancient charm filled the air, an aura that transcended time and witnessed the birth and destruction of the universe, making people feel awe.
This power seems to be able to touch the veins of time, making the flow of time around it tremble, like huge waves in the ocean, turbulent and boundless. The passage of time becomes blurry at this moment, as if it is being stretched and compressed, making people feel the weight and depth of time.
Chen Nan raised his head and looked up at the golden fruit in the sky, feeling an unprecedented shock in his heart. It was also a Shining Fruit, but the power of time contained in the power displayed by the other party made him seem to have a glimpse of the essence of time and touch the threshold of controlling time. At this moment, an inexplicable enlightenment surged in his heart, and there seemed to be a vague direction regarding the further development and use of the fruit.
And when the Tai Chi diagram slowly rotated, the changes in Chen Nan's body became more obvious. The diagram of gods and demons hidden deep in his soul actually began to rotate slowly involuntarily. Every time it rotated They all carry an indescribable rhythm, as if they have some mysterious resonance with the Tai Chi diagram in the outside world. This feeling was both strange and familiar, making Chen Nan feel a throbbing coming from the depths of his blood, as if the gears of fate were quietly biting together at this moment, indicating the infinite possibilities of the future. (End of this chapter)