Chapter 536 5. The call of Hetu Luoshu
On the vast sea, Li Xi'an was drenched in blood and watched the collapse of the Zhaoxingxing Taoist system.
It fell from the void and disintegrated, leaving no trace in the end.
Bloody rainwater hit his scales, evaporating white mist. The ancient tree stands here, and the Jianyue River overlaps with the Wangchuan River under the tree. The nine bone statues returned to the tree one after another, among which there were still four faceless statues. At this moment, the traces of Zhoufa's blessing on the faceless statues gradually dissipated. The four phantoms of the Moon God, Sky Fox, Feathered Serpent, and Xingcai were shrouded in mist. disappear.
The pitch-black realm is still spreading, like a huge black mouth swallowing up all the bloody raindrops.
The majestic power of wish was incorporated into the bone statue of Minghai Xiaoyao. The dark blue body began to gradually appear black gold lines, and the rest was absorbed by the ancient tree. The silent immortals in the jade tablet woke up and ate the falling belt of the Taoism. There is a torrent of willpower. The immortals carried by the current Food Immortals are like living creatures. They are gradually breaking away from the category of living beings, and are between reality and illusion. They are probably the life forms of the Star Ichthyosaurus at the beginning.
Li Xi'an dispersed his scales, stepped into his own domain, and walked along the Jianyue River. Under the calm river surface, a little golden fluorescence was approaching him.
There are misty clouds and mist above the head, where all the immortals are enjoying themselves, and the sound of music can be heard faintly.
The crown of the ancient tree towers above all else, and the stars are but gaps of light between its branches and leaves.
Li Xi'an heard the words of the immortals and the sound of music. He realized that he was not without orthodoxy; this was his orthodoxy. That special dharma brought him a reflection of the ancient heaven in the hidden era, and his own domain opened up the basis for its existence.
At this moment, the death of Zhao Zhaoxing and the fall of Xulingdao have accelerated the occurrence of these things.
Let Heaven no longer be limited to a living state, they have gained a new attitude, and can even drink and have fun, so happy.
Li Xi'an continued walking along the Jianyue River and towards the ancient tree.
A huge snake-shaped corpse is buried under the ancient tree.
He dug it out and carefully sank the skeleton into the depths of the Jianyue River, isolating it from the world so that no living being could detect the existence of the skeleton. When time permits in the future, he will find that city and walk the sacred road again to bring back Kukulkan's head. The possibility of a miracle happening is very small, but not impossible, especially when the other party is an ancient and respected feathered creature. After such a long time, the blood in the bones can suppress the spiritual power of the unshakable person.
Li Xi'an took off a few jade tokens, took out the life essence of the two ancient beasts Feng Lei, and threw them towards Jian Yue River like bait.
In an instant, the mirror-like tranquil water surface boiled, countless golden stars began to gather here, and the high-pitched screams of fish and dragons could be heard. At the same time, many ichthyosaurs began to transform. Their bodies grew rapidly, reaching the size of stars in the blink of an eye. The golden stars were suspended between the ancient trees, consciously absorbing energy.
In the Jianyue River, stars are rising slowly.
Li Xi'an watched this scene with stars in his eyes.
As all the star-forming fish and dragons turned into stars, the light of the golden stars dimmed again. They returned to their once tiny postures and swam into the Jianyue River again. This does not mean that the star-changing ichthyosaurs chose to degenerate. From the moment they transformed into stars, the ichthyosaurs were already complete bodies, and they could transform into stars at any time as long as needed.
The fish and dragons jumped into the Jianyue River one after another, splashing moon-white water. Soon, the last ray of light faded away, and the water ripples became calm.
Li Xi'an closed his eyes.
The images of the immortals who feasted on food began to become illusory and uncertain, and the realm of the dark universe shrank.
On the vast sea, strong winds rise, wind and clouds move, and red dragons soar into the sky.
There is still unfinished business.
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Taihang, the earth type, the tree that lasts forever.
Many people in the world call it the golden ancient tree, but now only one person calls it the old camphor tree.
There is a true Buddha named Shizang Bodhi. It is said that this true Buddha asked about the true Buddha's path under the ginkgo tree, studied the Dharma diligently, and finally achieved the true fruition and attained the true Buddha status. If it hadn't been for the arrival of the Unshakable One, few living beings among the Taihang spirits would have known that there was a true Buddha in this mountain.
Golden ancient trees, Jian Yuechuan, the Eight Kings of Taihang, and a true Buddha.
This is the reason why Taihang still stood firm even after the Dragon Veins fell.
But it’s not enough to protect yourself.
At this moment, under the golden ancient tree, an altar was raised and built under the ancient tree. In this dark world, the ancient tree was the only bright source of light. This also sets off the sacredness of this altar. The jade bricks are integrated into one piece, and the center depicts the appearance of today's Kyushu with uncanny craftsmanship.
Ancient seal characters are drawn around the landforms of Kyushu, guarding the land of Kyushu like stars.
A young man dressed in rich and colorful clothes stood on the altar, still carving out the details on the altar. With his movements and the guidance of his spirit, blood was even seeping out. Clearly, he was in very bad shape. The Dragon King of the Yellow River, the current master of the Hetu Luoshu, is the Heng Dynasty.
"If you can't hold on, give up this time. Jiuzhou can't lose you. When the Kunlun envoys arrive in Taihang, you leave with them and go to Kunlun. That is the last pure land of Jiuzhou, even the hundreds of thousands of mountains and snowy areas that have not fallen. The situation on the plateau is not much better than ours." Outside the altar, the huge winged tiger Tianhao pondered.
There are several figures beside him, all of them are kings of Taihang, and there is also a human among them.
One of the eight kings who was once second only to Tian Hao in combat power, Bai Xing Chu Fu, has died in battle. The human who succeeded Bai Xing on the throne is a descendant of the Chu family village. He is not the second King Bai Xing, but the fourth. Ren, the ones in front are all dead. Only by standing in this position can one be granted the title of King of Taihang and be supported by dragon veins, which are also infused with the spiritual power of ancient earth-type golden trees. These powers are far beyond common sense and even make the king's own cultivation no longer important. .
Essentially, it is a carrier run by dragon veins and the power of prayer.
Cultivation is indeed not that important when facing the wave of filth, but it will determine when the king dies. Carrying power that far exceeds one's own comes at a cost. The more power one gains than one's own, the faster one will die.
There are very few creatures who are qualified to take over the throne, and now it is even more vicious cycle. If the cultivation level is not enough, he will die in battle soon, and then continue to look for a creature qualified to inherit the throne. Because of the lack of time, the next king's cultivation level will be lower than the previous one, and he will die faster.
The positions of the Eight Kings are constantly changing, and things have changed.
Up to now, the only person who has actually seen the King of Taihang in the past is Tian Hao. The current eight kings can only glimpse the illusory shadow of the great king in the past during the king-conferring ceremony.
"Just leave it to him." A voice came softly.
After hearing this, Tian Hao stopped talking, and the seven kings who were constantly changing lowered their heads.
On the altar, Heng Chao took a deep breath.
The spiritual energy in this world is so filthy that even the edges of the dragon veins are beginning to be eroded, but under this ancient tree, the spiritual energy is still as rich and pure as before.
The runes were lit, and he spread his arms, concentrating on activating the ancient magic.
Hetu Luoshu.
His cheek actually began to break and blood spilled out.
The moment the beam of light rose from the sky, Heng Chao's figure was shaking unsteadily. It was obvious that he was unable to support a ceremony of this scale as he was still seriously injured. Use the River Map and the Luoshu to communicate with the outside world and light up the way back for the kings in the sea of stars.
White mist filled the jade altar.
The eight kings didn't know why, but the real Buddha narrowed his eyes.
White mist filled the air, covering the altar in a few breaths, and Heng Chao's figure completely disappeared into the mist.
There were footsteps behind Heng Chao, a hand pressed on his shoulder, and a force came from him that actually supported him as he was shaking.
The next moment, a beam of light shot into the sky, and Hetu Luoshu's power was skyrocketing!
This extremely bright light illuminates the earth, allowing all spirits in Taihang to see it.
"I'm looking forward to it." In a blur, Heng Chao heard someone behind him say with a smile.
The Hetu Luoshu was completely illuminated, and Taoism circulated, and there were even places that the Heng Dynasty could not touch upon. But he is the master of the altar. What he doesn’t know, who can control it so easily and freely?
Hetu Luoshu's terrifying power pierced the sky.
Heng Chao was confused.
He almost lost his ability to think under the influence of this power, but he still knew that the energy activated by Hetu Luoshu when calling the kings outside the Nine Provinces did not need to be so huge at all! Such a majestic and vast power, it seems as if everything is bowing beneath it.
Heng Chao used his last bit of strength to turn around, trying to see clearly the face of the thing behind him.
The next moment, he froze.
What was resting on his shoulders was not a hand at all, but an arm covered with red scales!
The golden eye stared at him, and a cold laugh came from the fog.
Retreat!
(End of chapter)