Brother Zhetian Yang

Chapter 389 Zixia Jiang Tingting gives birth to a baby

A man who was fighting against him was trembling all over, obviously unable to bear the cold breath.

Around the Taiyin God Son, patches of icy seawater appeared one after another, forming an ice peak ten thousand feet high.

All the seawater within a radius of dozens of miles froze, turning into a black continent of ice and snow, and the cold air was astonishing.

Wang Bo could also do this easily. Wang Bo just watched the Taiyin Son of God quietly showing off.

Suddenly, a black ice spear shot out of the air, carrying endless black mist, condensing countless lunar holy powers, and penetrating into the man's chest.

Click click click.

Like ice cubes shattering, the enemy of the Son of Taiyin was penetrated through the chest, and his body turned into hundreds or thousands of pieces like broken ice cubes, turning into crystal snowflakes all over the sky.

The Son of Taiyin killed his enemy and was very proud.

Wang Bo waved his hand, a purple handprint covered the sky and the sun, lightning flashed, and he grabbed the Son of Taiyin God.

Wang Bo's eyes became even colder.

Using the skull of this female saint as a guide, they kept searching to see how they could escape this pursuit and pursuit.

Over the past few years, he has been practicing and exploring carefully.

Wang Bo found a ray of Taiyin's true blood from the body of Taiyin God Son.

The divine light inside was getting brighter and brighter, and it was very terrifying. It was obvious that the skull of this female saint had been refined into a weapon, and the god of the weapon inside had channeled spirits.

He was filled with disappointment. It seemed that the bloodline of the Taiyin Holy Emperor in Ziweixing had been slaughtered.

"The Duanmu clan is so vicious. They slaughtered countless descendants of the Taiyin Holy Emperor. Before they were done, they even refined all their corpses to extract the tiniest bit of Taiyin Holy Blood essence."

Wang Bo injected the pure lunar holy power into the skull, and the black skull reacted immediately.

After many years of inheritance among the descendants of the Taiyin Holy Emperor, many of their bloodlines have already weakened to the point where they can no longer even practice.

The aura of the saint emanated, a pair of empty eye holes lit up with a terrifying divine light, and densely packed Dao patterns were swimming.

"Senior Saint..." Taiyin Godzi looked horrified, not knowing how he had offended this ancient saint.

Wang Bo took out a saint's skull from his body.

"It's just one step away from becoming a holy soldier at the level of a great saint. This skull is really extraordinary. This female saint must have reached the level of a great saint, so she could leave such amazing bones." Wang Bo said.

The Taiyin Holy Emperor has made great contributions to the human race. His descendants must not be treated so roughly and must take revenge.

A planet dozens of miles in diameter was instantly shattered.

Unexpectedly, even after becoming mortals, these traitors of the Duanmu clan would not let them go, and actually slaughtered and refined them all.

Wang Bo shot a dragon-shaped flying blade from his eyes, forcibly depriving him of his soul and imprisoning him in the ancient axe.

Wang Bo extracted these traces of Taiyin's true blood from the Taiyin God's Son. His hands kept drawing, and countless runes were flying.

Except for Jiang Tingting, who was born in Beidou and returned to her ancestors, becoming the true Taiyin Divine Body, the bloodline of the Taiyin Holy Emperor is really gone.

Then a dark-as-ink-like avenue treasure bottle appeared above his head, and a series of as-black as ink-like divine chains of order instantly penetrated the body of the Taiyin God Son.

Then he completely killed the soul of Taiyin God Son.

. . . . . .

It is conceivable that this son of Taiyin God, who stole this wisp of Taiyin true blood from the descendants of the Sun Holy Queen, slaughtered at least tens of millions of the Taiyin Holy Queen's descendants before extracting such a wisp of it.

Countless descendants of the Taiyin Holy Queen were slaughtered just to extract this little bit of true blood.

Rumble.

It was as if a saint had resurrected, and he had become many times stronger.

Thinking of this, Wang Bo strengthened his determination to kill the Duanmu clan.

The divine light on the skull's heavenly spirit cover was as bright as a blazing fire, and suddenly a ray of divine light shot out beyond the starry sky.

This female saint is a descendant of the Taiyin Holy Emperor. Wang Bo wants to use the former secrets and the secret technique of pulling silk and cocoons to try to find the possible descendants of the Taiyin Holy Emperor.

Then he used the extreme power of the ancient ax to continuously squeeze this soul. After the extreme squeeze, he finally tortured the complete Taiyin Scripture and secret techniques from it.

He searched for several years without finding any resonance.

"This thing can resonate with the bloodline of the descendants of the Taiyin Holy Emperor. It is really vicious. They must have searched the entire crape myrtle in this way. In just a few hundred years, the remaining tens of millions of mortal descendants were just like this. All the people were slaughtered."

Now Ye Fan's age is forty-six years old, and Yang Xingchen's age is forty-seven years old.

In the original text, Ye Fan was thirty-seven years old, left Beidou, took the Kowloon Coffin, and after seven years of wandering arrived at Ziwei Star, where he stayed for almost five years before returning to Beidou.

Wang Bo kept sketching with his hands, punching out mysterious runes one after another, which flew into the skull of the female saint.

Time flies by like water.

That wisp of Taiyin's true blood resonated with the skull and screamed.

The origin, which was as black as ink and extremely cold, was forcefully swallowed by Wang Bo.

Now, it is the ninth year since Ye Fan left Beidou, which is two years after Ye Fan arrived at Ziwei Star.

Wang Bo evokes this kind of resonance. With his saint-king level cultivation, even within a radius of tens of thousands of miles, even if he has a little blood of the Human Emperor, he can resonate.

Wang Bo followed the power of the saint's skull in his hand and quickly searched the Ziwei star.

Yang Xingchen's eldest son Yongyong is 30 years old, his second son Chengcheng is 26, his third son An'an is 22 years old, and his fourth son Lele is 18 years old.

The three daughters born to Fangfang are also fourteen years old, Yang Lan'er, Yang Xiner, and Yang Lian'er.

The son and daughter he had with Weiwei are now about 20 years old, Yang Hu and Yang Ling'er.

The two children born to Yin Yang Saint, Yin Tian and Yin Yun, are twelve years old. As an ancient holy body, Yin Tian used several kinds of saint essence and blood prepared by Yang Xingchen, as well as the Nine Wonders of Immortality Medicine, to successfully survive the catastrophe in the Four Extremes Secret Realm and break through the death barrier.

Now Ye Xian is seven years old.

The Holy Maiden of Zi Mansion and Jiang Tingting also gave birth to children.

The saint daughter of Zi Mansion has a son and a daughter. The son is the ancient holy body, and the daughter is the star king body.

Their names are Zisheng and Zirui, and they are five years old this year.

Jiang Tingting is in her twenties and has given birth to two children. Her son is a taiyin god and her daughter is also a taiyin god. The children are four years old this year.

(I can’t remember the exact ages of so many children. If there are any inconsistencies, please refer to the corrected time in this chapter.)
As soon as these children were born, Yang Xingchen used a variety of immortality medicines to cleanse their muscles and cut their marrow. Then bathe in the saint's essence and blood, dragon's blood, and nine orifices' spiritual liquid.

Although their physiques are different, all of them are extremely powerful and have powerful origins.

Yang Xingchen possesses so many magical elixirs of immortality that it is almost the ceiling in this world. With a variety of magical elixirs to cleanse the bones and marrow, it can be said that the future of these children is limitless.

At a young age, I have already opened up the sea of ​​suffering and entered the spiritual practice.

Now, after many years of enlightenment, Yang Xingchen feels that he is about to officially enter the realm of a saint.

Yang Xingchen flew towards the outer space of the earth. Using the black gourd, Yang Xingchen instantly cut through the space. In the blink of an eye, he came to a distant and unfamiliar starry sky hundreds of millions of miles away.

The Earth in the distance looks very far away, and the entire solar system is difficult to observe. This distance should be relatively safe.

Yang Xingchen stood in this cold and dark universe and began to pass the test.

Wisp after ray of the saint's power emanated from his body, and ray after ray of divine light radiated out.

At this time, his body was exuding a bright golden light, just like gold.

One after another bloody dragon energy rushed out from his Tianling Cap.

Rumble.

Terrifying and violent thunder descended, and the place turned into a bright sea of ​​starry sky and thunder.

The true calamity of Taiyin, the true calamity of the sun, the true calamity of the five elements, and the true calamity of chaos.

The starry sky was submerged by the terrifying thunder sea, and several nearby small planets exploded in the terrifying thunder light.

Yang Xingchen's bright golden tripod flew out, rising and falling in the sea of ​​thunder, accepting the baptism of thunder together, constantly transforming and sublimating.

The terrifying thunder seemed to wipe out Yang Xingchen's body. He was running the secret technique, and his whole body was exuding a bright divine light.

Yang Xingchen's body was broken again and again, and he was constantly remelted and resurrected. This is the pain that must be experienced to become a saint. Only after being broken can the most complete transformation be achieved by reorganization, from mortal to saint. A super transformation.

Black light flashed, this was the extremely thick Taiyin Divine Thunder, which shattered Yang Xingchen's body as soon as it hit it, and was rubbed and kneaded repeatedly.

Then he was reunited under the pull of a mysterious light, and the broken body was melted together again. Yang Xingchen was shattered into pieces, and he recovered again.

An extremely bright sun god thunder swept across, and Yang Xingchen's body was smashed to pieces again, being continuously rubbed, tempered, and beaten by the thunder and lightning.

When his body reappears, it will become even more powerful.

The Five Elements Heavenly Tribulation came, and five terrifying divine lights of different colors collapsed Yang Xingchen's body five times in a row, constantly tempering it.

As soon as Yang Xingchen's body recovered, a terrifying chaotic thunder light swept across, and Yang Xingchen collapsed again.

Countless terrifying lightning strikes struck these fragments, emitting wisps of aura, as if they would not stop until Yang Xingchen was shattered into pieces.

Yang Xingchen's body returned to its original state again.

Yang Xingchen's flesh and blood bones and his bright white golden tripod merged together after being broken, and then separated again.

It is said that this kind of flesh and blood casting can give birth to real weapon gods, not just the Dao patterns intertwined with Dao patterns.

Yang Xingchen triggered the thunder, and continued to use the thunder to temper the golden man between his eyebrows, as well as his extremely precious golden golden tripod of light.

The body and consciousness were smashed to pieces again and again, and then condensed again and again. Each time the condensed consciousness and body would be stronger.

Then comes the catastrophe of creation, which means the end of destruction and the beginning of the rebirth of all things.

Yang Xingchen quickly condensed his body and mind to resist this terrifying thunder disaster.

In the terrifying thunder sea, the thunder and lightning turned into flowers, birds, fish, insects, demons and ghosts, and they all rushed towards Yang Xingchen.

Yang Xingchen resisted with all his strength. When these terrifying thunders disappeared, Yang Xingchen's body and soul truly entered the realm of a saint.

At this time, Yang Xingchen's light-white golden tripod vibrated gently, making loud sounds one after another, majestic and inviolable, this was the breath of a saint.

Yang Xingchen's weapon of enlightenment finally gave birth to immortal will, and gave birth to a weapon god, officially becoming a saint-level weapon.

One after another white mysterious light falls down, each ray is like a divine sword that can sweep away everything in the mountains and rivers.

After he officially became a saint-level weapon, the terrifying catastrophe could no longer break him.

Ancient runes flew out one after another from the center of Yang Xingchen's eyebrows. They were hundreds of words of mysterious scriptures from the Jiulong La coffin, and they all flew into the bright white golden cauldron.

All are imprinted on the weapon gods inside, and then transformed into the entire weapon.

The bright golden tripod exudes an incomparable sacred aura, surrounded by the energy of chaos, a cloud like a galaxy, and creatures transformed from spiritual birds, flying around it.

Yang Xingchen's body emitted hundreds of millions of rays of divine light, exuding an astonishing saintly pressure. With a casual punch, he shattered a moving cloud.

Countless thunderbolts were absorbed and refined by Yang Xingchen, and he was swallowing the thunderbolts.

The power of a saint is mighty. Becoming a saint means that life has undergone the most essential transformation and sublimation.

This is the distance between mortals and saints. It is really terrible. Under the saints, all are ants. It is definitely not a lie.

Soon the thunder flashed, and a man exactly like Yang Xingchen was born from the sea of ​​thunder.

His physique and skills were exactly the same as Yang Xingchen's, and they fought fiercely.

All the techniques that Yang Xingchen had practiced were imitated by this thunder spirit. They were just like real people, and it was difficult to distinguish the true from the false.

This is the great charm of the genius branded by heaven and earth, and it is a kind of tempering of those geniuses by the heavenly calamity.

Whenever one of the techniques defeats them, the creatures transformed by thunder and lightning will immediately explode, and then a new figure will be reborn.

Yang Xingchen's secret skills have been evolved one by one, which is equivalent to fighting against himself, making up for the countless shortcomings, allowing people to constantly reflect and improve.

When this special saint's thunder tribulation passed, Yang Xingchen rushed towards the sky and towards the terrifying sea of ​​thunder.

The figures of the nine young emperors emerged from the sea of ​​thunder. They were lifelike, as if they were truly resurrected. They were all the charm of the emperor's boyhood imprinted on this world.

A fierce battle broke out again, and Yang Xingchen wanted to break them into pieces and absorb them to further his cultivation.

However, the first thing to do is to survive this crazy siege, and you must work hard to support them until their figures disappear.

This kind of battle is really a trap. Every figure of the Great Emperor and Ancient Emperor is a being who has been powerful for thousands of years.

In their time, each of them was invincible. Now that people from several eras are gathered together, how can ordinary people tolerate it?

As long as you can survive this crazy life-and-death training, you will definitely achieve the greatest sublimation. How can you not be powerful after such arduous training?

(End of this chapter)