Gaze and you will become stronger: starting from Doupo

"Ancestor!" Jiang Taixu was the first to meet him, his eyes quickly sweeping over the bloodstains on Jiang Han's shoulders that had not yet completely healed - that was the wound left by the Styx Qi through the halberd wind when he fought with the Stone Emperor just now. At this moment, scabs were forming at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the scabs were peeling off to reveal the crystal-like skin. Fairy Caiyun followed closely behind with a jade box in her hand. The box contained the "Taichu Spirit Dew" handed down from the ancestors of the Jiang family. However, when she approached Jiang Han, she was gently shaken by the virtual shadow of the green lotus, and the spirit dew automatically turned into mist and merged into his meridians.

"The one you just fought with was the Stone Emperor?" Duan De came forward, his fat face full of gossip, and the wine gourd on his waist was still stained with dust from the thunderstorm. He lowered his voice and secretly slipped out three earth escape talismans from his sleeves. "Legend has it that the Stone Emperor has been guarding the Immortal Mountain since the dark turmoil. Even the Void Emperor dared to take only a dead leaf. Did you beat him up?"

Jiang Han glanced at the talisman in Duan De's hand, and raised his lips slightly: "A great emperor in ancient times." His voice was as calm as an ancient well, but it stirred up waves in the hearts of everyone present - being able to confront the forbidden area emperor head-on and retreat unscathed, which means that this seemingly young "ancestor" in front of him at least has the same combat power as the emperor. The knuckles of the Holy Lord Yaoguang clenched the jade book in his hand until they turned white. He finally understood why the Jiang family dared to remain so calm when the ancient royal family pressed on. It turned out that there was such a living fossil hidden in the East Wilderness.

"Master, that enlightenment tea tree." Ye Fan poked his head out from the crowd, his eyes sparkling with curiosity. As Jiang Han's direct disciple, he had seen the shadow of a tea tree in his dream, and the Dao patterns on each leaf made him fascinated. Jiang Han looked up into the void, his profile at a forty-five-degree angle coated with a layer of gold in the twilight: "The roots of this tree are deeply rooted in the ancient chaos lock, and the source it has absorbed is less than 30% now." His fingertips passed across his palm, and a light golden shadow of the tea tree flashed by, "When the next thunder tribulation comes, I will take its mature Dao fruit."

Before he finished speaking, a rumble like thunder suddenly sounded in the sky. The thirty-six bronze lamps of the Jiang family's mountain protection formation lit up at the same time, and then went out in an instant, as if their spiritual veins were cut off by some kind of power. Everyone looked up and saw that the void in the northwest was torn like a worn-out brocade. A rusty copper ancient ship slowly emerged. The star maps and runes engraved on the hull glowed coldly in the moonlight. The three-headed giant bird carved on the bow opened its beak and sucked the starlight into its belly.

"Oh my god, that's an ancient warship!" The jade box in Fairy Caiyun's hand fell to the ground with a clang. She had seen records in the ancient books of the Jiang family that the warships of the ancient royal family were all forged with meteorite iron at the beginning of chaos, and each ship carried the rise and fall of an ancient race. At this moment, the breath coming from the ancient ship was like a thousand mountains pressing down on the top of the head. The low-level monks knelt on the ground one after another, with blood oozing from their ears and noses. Even the earth escape talisman on Duan De's waist turned into ashes in the trembling.

Jiang Taixu's black hair moved without wind, and the Hengyu Divine Furnace turned into a three-inch small tripod in his palm. The "Heng" rune on the body of the tripod resonated with the Dao pattern on his forehead. He took the Big Dipper Step, pinched the Dou character with his left hand, and thousands of sword beams burst out from his fingertips, bombarding the ancient ship like an inverted galaxy; with his right hand, he activated the Divine Furnace, and a beam of light wrapped in the sun's fire tore through the clouds, leaving a winding burn mark in the void. However, when these two attacks that were powerful enough to smash the mountains were about to hit the hull, the three-headed giant bird on the bow suddenly opened its blood-red pupils, and a red-gold eye light passed by, and the sword beams and light beams melted like ice and snow meeting the scorching sun, without even a ripple.

The hatch opened with a bang, and an ancient creature with a burning green divine fire stepped out. He had nine pairs of peacock feathers, each with a scarlet eyeball at the end. His human-shaped upper body was covered with golden scales, and his tail vertebrae dragged a long snake-like tail, with lava-like flames flowing between the scales. "Human, you are weak." As he spoke, the cornerstones of the Jiang family's mountain protection formation collapsed one after another, and the distant mountains groaned under the heavy burden, "Where is the white snail? Was my messenger swallowed by you ants?"

Jiang Taixu's face turned pale instantly. Three days ago, it was this ancient creature named "White Snail" who broke into the Jiang family and threatened them to hand over Ye Fan with his own life essence and blood - but when Jiang Han was in seclusion, the Black Emperor secretly ate half of its tentacle. At this moment, facing this obviously stronger royal strongman, he quietly protected Ye Fan behind him, holding the communication jade talisman in his palm.

“Dead.”

A calm voice spilled out of Jiang Han's mouth, like a drop of cold water falling into a boiling oil pan. The nine pairs of feathers of the ancient creature suddenly exploded, and each eyeball spewed out a divine fire several feet long. The sky was instantly dyed blood red: "What did you say?!" He clasped his hands together, and a burning bronze altar emerged in the void. The twelve inverted totem poles on the altar were madly crushing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

Jiang Han raised his hand and waved it lightly. Three thousand purple lightning swords flew out from his sea of ​​consciousness, laying a chaotic thunder field around the ancient ship. The snake-shaped lightning moved like a living thing, completely isolating the ancient ship from the outside world. Even the divine fire on the altar sizzled in the lightning. When the two red beams shot by the ancient creatures touched the thunder field, dazzling sparks burst out instantly. Jiang Han's figure flashed and appeared on the side of the ship three feet away from him. The sole of his boot crushed a piece of shipboard engraved with ancient runes.

"You, you are the Great Emperor?" The ancient creature finally noticed the shadow of the Chaos Green Lotus around Jiang Han. It was the manifestation of the Dao Fruit that only those who have attained the Dao could condense. His tail vertebrae swung violently, his snake-like tongue swallowed and spit out, and fear appeared in his eyes for the first time. This ancient copper ship had fought three dark turmoils with his ancestors, and had never suffered a loss in front of a strong man of the same level. But at this moment, it was firmly trapped by the opponent's thunder domain, and even space jumps could not be performed.

Jiang Han's fingertips slid across the side of the boat, revealing the "Ancient Phoenix Clan" emblem engraved on the inside where the rust peeled off, which was exactly the same as the ancient totem he had seen in the system database. "Three hundred years ago, when you Phoenix Clan massacred the city in the Western Desert, did you ever think about today?" His voice suddenly became cold, and the virtual image of the green lotus unfolded thirty-six petals, each of which reflected the killing scenes of the ancient creatures in the past. "The tentacles of the white snail, I have accepted them for those innocent people."

The ancient creature roared and activated the altar. Twelve totem poles exploded at the same time, turning into a rain of fire that hit Jiang Han. However, all the rain of fire turned strangely when it touched the green lotus phantom, and instead ignited the sails of the ancient ship. Jiang Han took the opportunity to press his palm on the center of the deck. The power of chaos penetrated into the hull like mercury. Those originally obscure ancient runes suddenly lit up with golden light, which in turn imprisoned the movements of the ancient creatures.

"How dare you control my warship!" He watched in horror as lightning patterns appeared on his scales, each of which was devouring his divine fire. Jiang Han smiled faintly, and the shadow of the enlightenment tea tree condensed on his fingertips, gently tapping his forehead: "I am not interested in scrap metal." The shadow of the tea tree turned into thousands of green lights, pouring into the ancient creature's sea of ​​consciousness, and instantly analyzed the secrets of the ancient royal family in his memory - including the "Altar of All Races" hidden in the cracks of the starry sky.

When the thunder dissipated, the ancient creature had collapsed on the deck, and its nine pairs of feathers were dim. Jiang Han casually put the copper ancient ship into his sea of ​​consciousness, turned around and looked at the stunned Jiang family members below, the thunder marks on his robes flickered in the moonlight: "If the ancient royal family dares to come again tomorrow, I will let them see what the power of the Chaos Emperor is."

The night wind blew over the copper bells at the corner of the temple. Amid the crisp sound, Duan De secretly pulled Hei Huang's tail: "Old black dog, how do you think our ancestor's move just now compares to that of the Wu Shi Great Emperor?" Hei Huang shook his fur and looked at the looming shadow of the green lotus above Jiang Han's head. He suddenly remembered the afterimage he saw at the Undying Mountain - the Wu Shi Great Emperor and the Ruthless Great Emperor seemed to have shown similar expressions under the enlightenment tea tree. In the distance, the Undying Mountain has returned to dead silence, and only in the deep ravine on the top of the mountain that was struck by lightning, a faint green light is flickering. A certain being sleeping in an ancient coffin slowly opened his eyes, with a meaningful smile on his lips, as if waiting for the arrival of the next thunderstorm. And beyond the more distant starry sky, the broken star map on the ancient copper ship is quietly conveying Jiang Han's breath to all the dormant ancient royal families...

Jiang Han's figure was like a demon god in the lightning, and the chaotic airflow brought by the fluttering of his clothes twisted the clouds within a radius of ten miles into a vortex. When his toes lightly touched the deck of the ancient copper ship, the ancient star map etched on the hull suddenly burst into a dazzling green light, as if resisting the blasphemy of outsiders. However, the next moment, the speed of his palm falling suddenly increased, and the purple lightning flares bursting from his fingertips drilled into the gaps in the ship's planks like a living thing, and detonated the energy core of the entire warship the moment it touched the center of the formation.

Boom!

The explosion was like a giant axe splitting the chaos, and the keel of the ancient copper ship was broken inch by inch in the lightning. The bronze fragments, wrapped with ancient runes, fell like a meteor shower, and the ancient creatures mixed in them were crushed into powder by the lightning before they could scream. The Jiang family only felt a dazzling blue light flashing before their eyes, followed by an overwhelming shock wave - if it weren't for the thunder barrier that Jiang Han had laid in advance, like an inverted bell, this aftermath would be enough to plow a thousand-meter deep gully in the East Wilderness. At the edge of the barrier, Duan De hugged his head and curled up behind Hei Huang. Through his fingers, he saw the fragments of the warship burning in the thunderstorm, and the distorted faces of the ancient creatures were reflected on each piece of broken copper.

"Destroy my warships and kill my people!"

The roar of the ancient divine phoenix creature tore through the sky. The nine pairs of feathers on his back had been blown down to only three, and the divine fire was weak like a candle that was about to go out. Before he finished speaking, the void beside him rippled like the surface of the water, and a figure wearing a dark iron battle suit stepped out of the space. The twelve black crystals inlaid on the battle suit were madly devouring the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, forming a vortex of darkness around him.

The appearance of the ancient king brought a suffocating sense of oppression. His silver hair fell to his shoulders, and tiny chains were wrapped around his hair. Each chain was engraved with ancient evil characters such as "destroy" and "kill". On his pale face, there was an old wound on his brow bone that was so deep that the bone could be seen, which made his eyes as dark as the abyss even colder. When he stepped into the void, the Jiang family's mountain protection formation below let out a wail of being overwhelmed, and cracks appeared on the thirty-six formation pillars at the same time.

“King!” The Divine Phoenix ancient creature knelt on one knee. The blood on its feathers dripped onto its battle suit and was instantly absorbed by the Dark Iron. “This person…”

"Stand down." The Ancient King raised his hand to interrupt, his voice like a glacier breaking, "In this Dharma Ending Age, there are actually people who can cultivate a body of thunder tribulation..." He stared at the vague shadow of the green lotus around Jiang Han, and a trace of doubt flashed in the depths of his pupils - that was a trace of Tao that could only be condensed by an existence that touched the law of chaos. For millions of years, he had only seen a similar aura on the carvings of the ancient coffin deep in the Immortal Mountain.

Clang!
The black crystal spear condensed in his palm, and the law power flowing through the spear body screamed like a living thing. The ancient king took a step forward, and the void under his feet immediately collapsed into countless fragments, each fragment manifested the runes of the Holy Sound of Heaven: the sound of the dragon soaring was like a thousand horses galloping, the sound of the phoenix was like thunder piercing the ears, and there was an ancient war cry coming from the ancient battlefield, shaking the weaker Jiang family cultivators to bleed from all seven orifices.

"The resonance of the great way!" Fairy Caiyun clenched the jade flute in her hand, her knuckles turning white. "This is the 'Heavenly Way Harmony Technique' passed down secretly by the ancient royal family. Every holy sound is the embodiment of the law!" She had seen records in the Jiang family's classics. In ancient times, when the ancient king conquered the world, he used this technique to crush the national defense array of the three dynasties.

The moment the black crystal spear pierced the sky, the spiritual energy of the entire East Wasteland froze. Where the spear pointed, the space was slowly cut open like butter, revealing the surging chaotic airflow behind it, and the accompanying thousands of laws of thread, like a fine blade, crushed the clouds along the way into powder. Jiang Taixu sacrificed the Hengyu Divine Furnace to try to stop it, but saw that the furnace wailed in the law of thread, and the "Heng" rune on the furnace body actually had a slight crack.

"It's a pity that you didn't go further." Jiang Han's voice was as calm as the abyss, and his eyes reflected the black crystal spear that was flying towards him. He clearly sensed that the other party's realm remained at the middle stage of the Saint King, and was only a hair's breadth away from the Great Saint Realm. However, it was this hair's breadth that made the strength of both sides like a natural chasm. Deep in the sea of ​​consciousness, the system interface quietly emerged with a comparison of realms: the fifth-level saint of the Immortal Stage, the sixth-level saint king, and the seventh-level great saint - his current Chaos Thunder Body has quietly entered the early stage of the Great Saint Realm after the battle of the Immortal Mountain. The shadow of the enlightenment tea tree in his body is absorbing the law fragments on the battlefield at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Two fingers extended, and purple lightning flares condensed into substance at the fingertips. When the black crystal spear touched his fingertips, the whole world seemed to have been paused - the law thread at the tip of the spear was like a magnet, and it all rolled back, forming a dazzling light cocoon in Jiang Han's palm. The ancient creature of the Phoenix widened its eyes, watching its king's fatal blow being so easily resolved, and the blood oozing from the roots of the feathers dripped onto the battle suit, making a "sizzling" corrosion sound.

"No... Impossible..." For the first time, the voice of the Ancient King cracked. He clearly felt that the power of the law on the spear was being devoured at an alarming speed. The black crystal fragments that had accompanied him for ten thousand years were now like a body with its soul taken away, becoming dim and dull. What shocked him even more was that the thunder power coming from Jiang Han's fingertips actually resonated with the source of the dark iron on his battle suit. It was a vibration that only the law of chaos could cause. (End of this chapter)