Gaze and you will become stronger: starting from Doupo

Duan De's face changed and he instinctively hid behind Jiang Han, but he saw a flash of lightning and a beam of light exploded three inches away from his nose, turning into sparks all over the sky.

"Are you Hongjun?" The Silver Scale King stared at the green-robed man standing with his hands behind his back, and his heart was alarmed. The lightning just now seemed random, but it accurately cut off his connection with the light beam. This control over power far exceeded any cultivator he had ever seen.

Jiang Han glanced at him calmly, his eyes falling on the two heads on his shoulders: "Give me the letter."

These three simple words hit the Silver Scale King's heart like a heavy hammer. He suddenly remembered the warning of the elders in the tribe: "If you encounter the Green Robe Thunder, do not underestimate the enemy, do not speak nonsense, and retreat quickly." But at this moment, he could only bite the bullet and attack: "If you can take this palm from me, I will give it to you-"

Before he finished speaking, the Silver Scale King had already stepped through the void and arrived. His right arm expanded three times, veins popped out under the scales, and a dark golden vortex of power gathered in his palm. It was the Taigu Clan's clan-guarding magical power, the "Taikoo Mountain-guarding Palm". Before the palm arrived, the buildings on the edge of the square had collapsed, countless cultivators were blown away by the air wave, and the Jiang family's clan-protecting formation lit up with a dazzling red light.

"Be careful! This is the full force of the ancient royal family!" Jiang Taixu exclaimed, and at the same time, he used the "Holy Fighting Method" to burst out with golden battle patterns. But even so, he still felt difficulty breathing, as if a mountain was pressing on his chest - the strength of the Silver Scale King was three times stronger than he expected.

However, Jiang Han just stood there quietly, his robes moving without wind. When the huge palm that covered the sky and the sun pressed down on his head, he slowly raised his eyes, and a flash of purple lightning flashed in his eyes.

"break."

The moment he whispered, two purple-gold lightning bolts shot out from his eyes, like a divine sword that split the world apart, instantly piercing through the center of his giant palm. As the lightning bolts passed, the dark golden power melted away like ice and snow in the sun, revealing the terrified Silver Scale King in his palm. He watched helplessly as his arm shattered into pieces, blood mixed with scale fragments, drawing a horrifying arc in the air.

"This is the Thunder Law of the Saint Realm!" Yao Chi Saint Lord exclaimed. She had seen records in the ancient books of the sect that only by breaking through to the Saint Realm could the power of the law be materialized, and Jiang Han could actually activate thunder with his eyes. This level of cultivation must have reached the peak of Sainthood.

The Silver Scale King screamed as he fell, his arms severed at the elbows, tiny lightning snakes lingering around the wounds, preventing his flesh and blood from regenerating. He was shocked to realize that Jiang Han's lightning actually contained the law of "destruction of life", which specifically restrained the regeneration ability of the ancient race.

"Letter." Jiang Han's voice sounded again, this time a little closer. The Silver Scale King looked up and saw the man in green robe standing in front of him, lightning wrapped around his fingertips, looking at him with a half-smile.

"How can you be so fast?" The Silver Scale King trembled and retreated, but found that his spatial ability was completely blocked. "You are not a monk from the East Wasteland! Who are you?"

Jiang Han did not answer, but just lightly touched the storage bag on the Silver Scale King's waist, and it opened automatically, and a letter floated out. The envelope was printed with the totem of the ancient tribe - a Golden Crow with wings spread, and the word "War" was written in blood on the edge.

"Three days later, on the top of Mount Buzhou, blood will be sacrificed to all races?" Jiang Han glanced at the contents of the letter and sneered, "You have a good plan." Lightning flashed on his fingertips, and the letter turned into powder in an instant, "Unfortunately, I will not give you a chance."

The pupils of the Silver Scale King suddenly shrank. He sensed the undisguised murderous intent in Jiang Han's words. The Taikoo Clan had always taken "returning to the world" as its mission, but they had never thought that they would encounter such a terrifying existence in the Eastern Wasteland.

"You can't kill me!" He forced himself to remain calm. "The six ancient tribes have already laid a net of heaven and earth. If you kill me, the entire Beidou will be plunged into war—"

"War?" Jiang Han suddenly raised his hand, and the void above the Silver Scale King split open, revealing a dark space crack. In the crack, a black and purple lightning bolt as thick as a water tank slowly descended, and the electric current wove a huge "destruction" word in the clouds. "I have traveled through the ages, and when have I ever been afraid of war?"

Duan De swallowed his saliva and quietly tugged at Ye Fan's sleeve: "Is this... Tribulation Thunder? The ancestor can actually summon a heavenly tribulation?"

Ye Fan's face was solemn. He had read in the Heavenly Scripture that only those who angered the way of heaven would attract the thunder of annihilation. And Jiang Han's actions at this moment seemed to be actively attracting the heavenly calamity. This strength had already surpassed the scope of ordinary saints.

King Silver Scale finally collapsed and fell to his knees: "Senior, spare my life! I am just a messenger. Everything is ordered by King Longyuan——"

"Noisy."

Jiang Han waved his hand to interrupt, and the black and purple lightning fell. Before the Silver Scale King could even scream, the lightning pierced his body and turned him into a blood mist. A faint roar of unwillingness could be heard in the blood mist, but it was quickly drowned out by the roar of thunder.

The square was in a dead silence, and everyone stared with wide eyes, watching the ancient royal family that had been so arrogant just now, now disappeared without a trace. Jiang Taixu felt his throat tighten, and he suddenly remembered the words of his ancestor: "When thunder strikes, don't look up, because that is the realm of God."

"The ancestor is mighty!" Someone spoke first, breaking the silence.

"Long live the ancestor!" The monks knelt down at the same time, their voices shaking the earth. They finally understood why Jiang Han could save people from the Yin-Yang Judge and why he could trigger the abnormal movement of the seven forbidden areas - because he was not an ordinary monk at all, but a "living fossil" that transcended the times and a saint standing at the peak of power!

Ji Ziyue looked at the remaining lightning in the sky, and suddenly remembered what Ye Fan had said, "Ancestor Hongjun came from the ancient times." It turned out that in that legendary era, there were already such amazing people who silently protected the human race.

"Father, should we re-evaluate our attitude towards our ancestor?" The head of the Ji family whispered. He had previously been suspicious of Jiang Han, but now he only had awe in his heart.

Jiang Taixu nodded, his eyes falling on Jiang Han: "The ancestor's move this time is not only to shock the ancient race, but also to sound a warning to us - although the human race is strong, there are always stronger ones. If we want to survive in the coming chaotic world, we must unite all the forces that can be united."

Jiang Han looked down at the people in the square, but he felt a little emotional. He thought of the "Ancient Rebellion" ten thousand years ago, when the human race was slaughtered like ants and blood flowed like a river. Although things are getting better now, there are still many forces scheming against each other, unaware of the coming catastrophe. "Remember." His voice spread throughout the Jiang family, "The threat of the ancient clan is just the beginning. From today on, all major forces in the East Wilderness need to share what they have, jointly study ancient combat skills, and practice joint defense formations. If there are still people fighting for personal gain..." A cold light flashed in his eyes, "I don't mind personally taking action to rectify it."

Everyone agreed, but they all had their own thoughts. Duan De stroked his chin, his eyes flickering - he was thinking, if he could get a thunder spell from Jiang Han, wouldn't it be even more powerful for tomb robbers in the future? Hei Huang squatted on Ye Fan's shoulder, his dog eyes sparkling, as if he saw the afterimage of the Wu Shi Emperor.

Just as everyone was leaving, Jiang Han suddenly looked up at the sky. The thunderbolt that had just been triggered had not completely dissipated, but instead condensed into a huge vortex in the clouds, with a huge bronze door vaguely visible in the center of the vortex.

"Ancient Forbidden Land." He muttered to himself, and the bronze fragments in his sleeves sent a burning sensation. The "secret of the ancient forbidden land" mentioned by the Silver Scale King just now was like a key, opening a door in his memory.

Ye Fan noticed that his master was acting strange and quietly walked up to him: "Master, that is..."

"No need to ask more." Jiang Han retracted his gaze, and the lightning in his palm subsided. "You just need to remember that the appointment at Mount Buzhou in three days will be the key to determining the fate of the human race. From tomorrow on, you and Nannan will stay at the Jiang family and practice the Phoenix Nirvana Sutra diligently. Do not go out."

Ye Fan wanted to say something else, but he saw Jiang Han had already stepped on the thunder and left, his green robe turning into a stream of light in the sunset. He suddenly remembered the Dao fruit in Nannan's hand, and the roar of the Silver Scale King before his death, and a sense of mission surged in his heart - perhaps, this is his destiny, Ye Fan, in this chaotic world, together with his master, to protect the people who should be protected.

As night fell, a young bud broke through the soil in the ruins of Jiang Family Square. Its leaves were in the shape of lightning, and a drop of dew condensed on the top, reflecting colorful light under the moonlight. No one knew that this was the "Tao Seed" planted accidentally by Jiang Han's thunder power, and one day in the future, it would grow into a towering tree that would protect the human race.

In the distant Buzhou Mountain, a huge conspiracy is brewing. King Longyuan looked at the blood-red crystal ball in his hand, which showed the scene of Jiang Han triggering the thunderbolt. A grim smile appeared on his face: "Hongjun, you really fell into the trap. The seal of the ancient forbidden land is about to be opened--"

The wind is rising and the clouds are rolling in the sky above the Big Dipper star field. A game that spans eternity has just begun.

The lightning in Jiang Family Square had not yet completely dissipated, and the air was still filled with a burning smell. Jiang Taixu looked at the fragments of the letter that were gradually disappearing in Jiang Han's hand, and his fingertips unconsciously stroked the bronze sword at his waist - this sword had accompanied him to kill the Sun King, but now it seemed a little inadequate under the threat of the ancient royal family.

“Give up the holy land?” Saint Master Yaoguang sneered, and the Yaoguang mirror in his hand burst out with a dazzling white light. “In the past, the founder of my Yaoguang Holy Land once fought side by side with the Great Emperor Huanggu. The bones and blood of countless ancestors are buried under this land. If you want to take it away, you have to step over our corpses.”

The head of the Ji family nodded and looked towards the Ji family ancestral temple in the distance: "My Ji family has protected the Eastern Wasteland for thousands of years. Even if the ancient royal family revives, they will never shake our foundation. However." He looked at Jiang Han, "Ancestor, do you know the specific strength of these royal families? The Silver Scale King is already at the peak of the Divine King. If there are stronger ones."

Jiang Han stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the Big Dipper in the sky. "Among the six ancient tribes, the Dragon Tribe, the Monster Tribe, the Witch Tribe, the Barbarian Tribe, the Feather Tribe, and the Insect Tribe each have their own kings. The ancestors of the Dragon Tribe and the Monster Tribe have fought against me before." He paused, his voice suddenly cold. "But you don't have to worry. I will personally guard the Eastern Wasteland. But if other domains are in trouble, the Eastern Wasteland needs to send troops to support them."

"Don't worry, ancestor!" Jiang Taixu knelt on one knee, "My Jiang family is willing to send out 100,000 cultivators, waiting for your deployment!" Fairy Caiyun followed closely behind him, with a firmness in her eyes - although she was a woman, she had guarded the holy land during the dark turmoil and knew that her homeland should not be abandoned lightly.

Duan De touched his chin and suddenly said, "Ancestor, since we are going to fight a war, why don't we dig up some ancient royal tombs to raise some military expenses? I heard that the treasures they buried with them are all good stuff—" Before he could finish his words, Hei Huang bit his trouser leg and dragged him away, his eyes wide open, as if saying "Can you, a money-grubber, please be more considerate?"

In the main hall of Zhongzhou Qishi Mansion, the candlelight flickered, making the faces of the four emperors even gloomier. The emperor of the Great Xia Dynasty held the bloody letter in his hand, his knuckles turning white: "'In three days, I will rule Zhongzhou and kneel to welcome the king'? Do these beasts really think we are lambs to be slaughtered?"

"Your Majesty," the Pavilion Master of the Heavenly Secret Pavilion stepped forward, holding a bronze compass in his hand, "According to the Heavenly Secret deduction, there are at least three Saint King-level strongmen in the ancient royal family who have revived this time, and among them, the Dragon Clan's King Longyuan has even reached the Quasi-Emperor realm."

"Quasi-Emperor?" Emperor Gu Hua suddenly stood up, and the golden dragon carving on the throne broke apart. "No one has become an emperor since the ancient times. How dare they claim to be emperor?"

The Emperor of Jiuli suddenly showed a ferocious smile, and the animal tooth necklace around his neck made a clicking sound: "What are you afraid of? My Jiuli tribe has always used war to end war! We were able to drive them back to the restricted area back then, and we can still do it now!" He raised his hand and waved, and suddenly a team of two-foot-tall warriors walked into the hall, covered with scale armor. They were the Jiuli tribe's "Barbarian God Guards".

The Emperor of Shenzhou raised his hand to signal everyone to be quiet, and turned his gaze to the leader of the Qin Sect below him: "Master Qin, you have practiced at the edge of the Netherworld Blood Sea. Do you know the weaknesses of ancient creatures?"

"Your Majesty," said Patriarch Qin in a deep voice, "Although the Ancient Clan is strong, their bodies are strong while their spirits are relatively fragile. If we can use the Soul-Catching Bell in conjunction with the God-Slaying Formation, we may be able to severely damage their Saint King-level warriors."

"Good!" The Great Xia Emperor slammed the table, "Pass the order down, the four great dynasties immediately start the 'Zhongzhou Joint Defense Formation', each sect counts the spiritual weapons in stock, and must complete the arming of 100,000 black armored soldiers within three days. In addition." He looked at the Pavilion Master of Tianji Pavilion, "Notify the East Desert, West Desert and other places that Zhongzhou is willing to provide teleportation array support to fight against foreign enemies together."

Outside the main hall, a young eunuch knelt on the steps, his clothes soaked with cold sweat. He had a secret letter hidden in his arms, which contained only a short line of words: "The Emperor of Guhua secretly communicated with the ancient demon tribe. The city will be opened at midnight three days later--"

The bells of the Thunder Sound Temple on Mount Xumi sounded melodiously, but they could not conceal the solemn atmosphere in the temple. The abbot of the Hanging Temple put his hands together, and the Buddhist beads spun quickly between his fingers: "Amitabha, the chaos of the ancient times is the manifestation of the killing calamity. Our Buddha is merciful and needs to subdue the demons."

"What the abbot said is very true," the abbot of Lantuo Temple nodded, "The 'Vajra Subduing Demon Formation' of our temple has been sealed for a thousand years, and it will come in handy this time. However," he looked at the abbot of the Great Leiyin Temple, "If the war starts, countless lives will be destroyed. How can our Buddha save these karmic obstacles?"

The abbot of the Great Leiyin Temple was silent for a moment, then suddenly raised his hand and uncovered the yellow silk on the Buddhist table. Underneath was a three-foot-tall pestle, with ancient Sanskrit inscribed all over the body. It was the temple's treasure, the "Acala Vajra". (End of this chapter)