Gaze and you will become stronger: starting from Doupo

Before he could draw back his spear, the lightning in Jiang Han's palm suddenly exploded. The purple lightning flare turned into nine thunder dragons, climbing up along the spear. The moment it touched the wrist of the ancient king, it exploded with the power of destroying the world. The black crystals on the dark iron battle suit exploded one after another, revealing the arm covered with spells underneath - those ancient spells that had made countless strong men hate, were like fragile pages in front of the thunder dragons, and were easily torn into pieces.

Click!

The crisp sound of the black crystal spear breaking was like the knock of death. Jiang Han crushed the broken spear into powder, and the lightning condensed into a new weapon in his palm - it was a lightning spear composed of pure law power. The purple lightning flare jumping on the tip of the spear was more intimidating than the previous black crystal spear. The ancient king looked at the lightning spear and suddenly remembered the sign of "thunder calamity coming to the world" recorded in the ancient books of the clan: when the purple thunder condensed into a spear, it was the time for the heaven to send down the calamity.

"Do you know why no one dares to violate the seven forbidden areas?" Jiang Han took a step forward. Wherever the lightning spear passed, the space healed automatically, as if in awe of this power. "Because you ancient relics have long been the remnants abandoned by the heaven." His fingertips passed over the lightning spear, and the shadow of the enlightenment tea tree appeared on the spear. Each leaf was analyzing the laws of the ancient king. "When the Stone Emperor fought with me in the Immortal Mountain, he should have understood that this era does not need you old antiques living in the past."

The pupils of the ancient king shrank suddenly. He finally remembered that the priest of the clan had predicted three days ago that "purple lightning flares will come to the East Wilderness, and the Chaos Green Lotus will break the forbidden area." The various methods of the person in front of him at this moment were completely consistent with the prediction. What frightened him even more was that the enlightenment tea tree that was looming in Jiang Han's sea of ​​consciousness had the same aura as the sacred tree in the depths of the Immortal Mountain that made all the great emperors bow their heads. It was an existence that even the ancestor of their ancient royal family dared not look directly at.

"King, hurry up!" The ancient creature of the Divine Phoenix suddenly rushed over, using the remaining divine fire to buy time for the ancient king to escape. However, as soon as his divine fire touched Jiang Han's thunder domain, it was burned to ashes without even a scream. Jiang Han raised his hand and waved it lightly, and the lightning spear turned into thousands of lightning arrows, weaving a large net in the void, firmly trapping the ancient king who was trying to tear the space.

"I gave you a chance." Jiang Han's voice was emotionless. "When you massacred the city three hundred years ago, you should have thought of this day." The lightning arrows began to shrink, and each one was cutting through the ancient king's protective law. "Now, tell me the location of the altar you hid in the cracks in the starry sky."

The ancient king looked at the approaching lightning arrow and suddenly smiled miserably. He bit his tongue and spat out a mouthful of black blood on his battle suit. The twelve broken black crystals suddenly emitted a dazzling light: "Even if you kill me, the wrath of the altar of all races will burn you humans to ashes..." Before he finished speaking, the lightning arrow had pierced his chest and absorbed his soul power into the shadow of the enlightenment tea tree.

When the lightning dissipated, the fragments of the ancient copper ship had all fallen to the ground, and only Jiang Han's figure stood quietly in the void, holding a ball of flickering black light in his palm - that was the memory fragment of the ancient king. Everyone in the Jiang family looked up and saw that the green lotus shadow around him had completely manifested at this moment, and the secret map of the ancient royal family was slowly emerging on the thirty-six lotus leaves.

"Ancestor, he..." Jiang Taixu trembled as he spoke, looking at the charred body of the Ancient King on the ground. He was shocked beyond words. He had never thought that the legendary invincible Ancient King could be as vulnerable as a child in Jiang Han's hands.

Jiang Han turned around, the lightning in his eyes gradually subsided: "Tomorrow, follow me to the starry sky rift." His fingertips passed through the light ball, revealing the coordinates of the altar flickering in it, "Since they want to restart the altar of all races, I will let them see what the power of the Chaos Emperor is."

The night wind swept through the ruins, blowing up the wine gourd on Duan De's waist. He looked at Jiang Han's receding back, and suddenly found that his robe had been covered with copper fragments, but gradually melted in the lightning, turning into stars and blending into the night sky. The Black Emperor squatted at his feet, and a low whimper came from his throat - it smelled the ancient breath coming from the direction of the altar, a terrifying existence that even the remnant formation of the Wu Shi Great Emperor could not completely suppress.

In the distance, the outline of the Immortal Mountain loomed in the night. In the deep ravine on the top of the mountain, the tender buds of the Enlightenment Tea Tree were quietly stretching out their leaves, and each leaf vein reflected the battle scene just now. A certain being sleeping in the ancient coffin suddenly chuckled, and the sound echoed in the restricted area: "Chaos Thunder Body, Enlightenment Tea Tree... Interesting, it seems that this chess game of Heaven's Dao has finally appeared with a chess piece that can break the game."

When the first ray of sunlight shone on the Jiang Family Hall, Jiang Han was already standing beside the wreckage of the ancient copper ship, with the lightning condensed in his palm repairing a shipboard engraved with a star map. He knew that this confrontation with the ancient royal family was just a prelude to a bigger storm. In the sea of ​​consciousness, the system interface popped up a prompt again: "Energy fluctuations of the Ten Thousand Races Altar have been detected. It is recommended to collect the Chaos Origin of the remaining six restricted areas as soon as possible."

He looked up at the sky, a sneer on his lips. Purple lightning flares jumped on his fingertips, as if responding to the challenge from the distant starry sky. This world of martial arts will eventually usher in unprecedented changes in his thunder tribulation - and he, as a game-breaker, will crush all the shackles that block the path to enlightenment.

puff!
In the silent muffled sound, Jiang Han's figure was like a demon god condensed by lightning, and penetrated the body protection law of the ancient ancestor king at the moment when his pupils suddenly shrank. The purple lightning flare wrapped around his right fist directly pierced through the opponent's chest, and the chaotic lightning power exploded at the wound like a living thing, evaporating the bronze blood into purple smoke, and the internal organs turned into powder in the lightning. The ancient ancestor king's screams were stuck in his throat, and the roar of the holy law collapsing in his body was more frightening than his broken sternum.

"Impossible..." On his distorted face, his golden eyes reflected the lightning jumping between Jiang Han's fingers. As a peak Saint King, he had torn the Dharma image of a Great Saint Body with his eight arms, but at this moment, he didn't even touch the corner of the other party's clothes. The thunder power in his body was like a maggot in his tarsal bones, gnawing at his essence along his meridians, and even the condensed divine chain of laws was melting in the thunder and fire.

Jiang Han pressed his left palm on his forehead at the same time, and the shadow of Chaos Green Lotus emerged from his palm. Thirty-six lotus leaves suddenly closed together, trapping the soul that tried to escape in the center. "Do you think I will use all my strength when fighting against those ant-like Saint Kings?" His voice was as cold as ten thousand years of black ice. "In front of the Chaos Thunder Body, the so-called ancient laws are nothing but child's play."

The soul screamed in the lotus and turned into thousands of light spots that were absorbed by the shadow of the enlightenment tea tree. Jiang Han casually threw away the gradually stiffening corpse, and the blood stains on his robes were not stained before they were shattered into powder by the lightning. When he turned around, the ancient divine phoenix was curled up beside the broken side of the ship, with only two of the nine pairs of feathers left, and the divine fire in his eyes was about to go out.

“Don’t…” The ancient creature’s voice was filled with tears, and its snake tail unconsciously slapped the deck. “We are a branch of the ancient royal family. If you kill me…”

"Ancient Emperor?" Jiang Han suddenly chuckled, and lightning condensed into chains at his fingertips. "During the dark turmoil three million years ago, did the ancient emperors give the human race a glimmer of hope?" The chain suddenly tightened, tearing the ancient creature who tried to transform in half. "I remember that when your Phoenix Clan massacred the city in the Western Desert, you didn't even let go of the babies in their swaddling clothes."

The two halves of the body burned in the lightning, and the ancient creature's dying roar echoed in the void: "The ancient emperor will avenge us! He is sleeping under the altar of all races. Once he wakes up..." The voice stopped abruptly, and the soul was shattered by the thunder gun. Jiang Han raised his hand to catch the falling feather, and his fingertips brushed across the runes on it. A large amount of information instantly flooded into his sea of ​​consciousness - it was a vague picture of the secrets of the ancient royal family and the location of the altar of all races. The Jiang family had recovered from the shock at this moment. Duan De's hand holding the wine gourd kept shaking, and he didn't notice that the drunken fairy dew in the pot spilled on his clothes; the black emperor squatted on Ji Ziyue's shoulder, his canine teeth clattering, but his tail was honestly hidden between his legs; Jiang Taixu looked at the corpse at Jiang Han's feet, and suddenly remembered the ancient books of the clan that recorded "When the thunder calamity comes, all races bow their heads". At this moment, he finally understood why the ancestor could deal with the stone emperor in the Immortal Mountain.

"Ancestor, that ancient emperor..." Fairy Caiyun spoke softly, the star plate in her hand still spinning wildly, showing abnormal fluctuations in the northwest.

Jiang Han raised his hand to interrupt, looking towards the darkening sky: "Don't worry." He spread his palms, and in the shadow of the enlightenment tea tree flashed the memory fragments of the ancient ancestor king, "The so-called ancient emperor is nothing more than a residual soul trapped under the altar." Lightning condensed into a shield around him, "Follow me to the Western Desert tomorrow, I want to let these ancient relics see what the true power of the Chaos Thunder Body is."

Day 2 Western Desert Bloodbath

Before dawn, the yellow sand of the Western Desert was frozen into ice crystals by a chilling breath. As soon as the morning bell of the Great Leiyin Temple rang for the third time, the monks guarding the tower saw countless cracks in the sky, and rusty ancient warships poured out like locusts. The hideous totems carved on the hulls glowed dark red in the moonlight.

"Ancient creatures are coming!" Horrified cries spread throughout the temple, and millions of monks simultaneously activated their sea of ​​​​wheels. The Sanskrit on their robes lit up one after another, but they could not withstand the overwhelming pressure of the warships. The young monk in the front row suddenly screamed, and black blood flowed from his seven orifices - that was a sign that the ancient laws were crushing the sea of ​​​​consciousness.

Rumble!
The battle formation of 72 ancient warships covered the sky above the Western Desert. At the bow of the central main ship, a black ancient king made of crystal stood in the air. He had eight arms, each of which was wrapped with a different law chain: golden spears, thunder, flames, poisonous fog... Each chain was devouring the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and a huge eight-armed Shura phantom condensed behind him.

"Human, kneel down and surrender, and you can keep your body intact." The ancient king's voice was like a heavy hammer hitting a drum, shaking the Vajra statues in the Great Leiyin Temple. He raised his hand and waved it lightly, and the three warships in the front row suddenly disintegrated, turning into thousands of metal fragments that fell like a rainstorm - that was a warning to the monks below.

The abbot of the Great Leiyin Temple put his hands together, and the seven-story stone pagoda above his head suddenly burst into a thousand-foot-high Buddha light. The relics embedded in each layer of the pagoda lit up at the same time, making the 18 Arhats behind him vividly reflect the Dharma images: "Amitabha, the donor has killed too many people, be careful not to fall into the Avici Hell forever."

"Noisy!" The ancient king waved his eight arms at the same time, and the chains of laws intertwined into a net, directly crushing the oncoming Buddha's light. He took a step forward, and the void under his feet collapsed into a black hole, sucking the entire Great Leiyin Temple into it. Only the seven-story stone pagoda was struggling to support itself in the Buddha's light.

"Kill!" Following his order, hundreds of ancient creatures on the warships rushed out in droves: the "Mountain-Splitting Beast" with a body like a wild bull but a lion's head, plowed deep gullies in the sand with every step; the "Styx Centipede" with a thousand legs and silver wings on its back, wherever the poisonous fog passed, the yellow sand instantly turned into strong acid; and the "Burning Sky Crane" with its body burning with blue karma fire, ignited the entire cloud layer with the flapping of its wings.

The monks of the Western Desert launched a counterattack. The abbot of Alan Temple offered twelve magic mirrors, and the Buddha reflected in the mirror raised his hand and used the "Great Sun Tathagata Palm", beating the three mountain-splitting beasts into a paste; the abbot of Hanging Temple waved the demon-subduing pestle, and each strike could bring up thousands of pounds of yellow sand and smash the Styx centipede in the air; the abbot of Landuo Temple led thousands of monks to form the "Eight Divisions of Heavenly Dragon Formation", and the dragon-shaped Buddha light wandered on the battlefield, extinguishing the karmic fire wherever it passed.

However, the number of ancient creatures was far beyond imagination. Among the powerful warriors of various races that kept pouring out of the warships, there were actually three Saint King-level beings. Their law domains overlapped with each other, dyeing the sky of the Western Desert into ink-black. The seven-story stone pagoda presided over by the Great Leiyin Temple had cracks, and the light of the relics was obviously dim. He looked at the distant sky and sighed in his heart: "If there is no help, the Buddhist sect in the Western Desert will be stained with blood today..."

Thunderstorm brings chaos and destruction

At this moment, the clouds in the northwest were suddenly torn apart by purple thunder. Jiang Han came stepping on thunder, his robes rustling in the lightning, followed by the Jiang family: Jiang Taixu activated the Hengyu Divine Furnace, the sun's fire in the furnace resonated with the lightning; Ji Ziyue held the fragment of the Void Mirror, and Jiang Han's image was reflected in the mirror; Duan De held the "Thunder God Talisman" from the Jiang family's treasure house in his arms, and a serious look rarely appeared on his fat face.

"Grandmaster!" Hope flashed in the eyes of the abbot of the Great Leiyin Temple when he saw Jiang Han. He had seen the record of "Grandmaster Hongjun" in ancient books and knew that this was a great power that existed since ancient times, but he never thought that he would come at this time.

The ancient king felt the familiar breath of thunder, and his eight arms stiffened at the same time. He looked at the shadow of the chaotic blue lotus wrapped around Jiang Han, and finally remembered the taboo record in the clan: "When the purple lightning flare and the blue lotus shine together, it is the time when the ancient emperor's calamity will come."

"Are you the human who killed my branch yesterday?" His voice trembled for the first time, but he still tried to remain calm. "Even if you are a great sage, in front of my battle formation of all races -"

"Shut up." Jiang Han raised his hand and used the "Sky-Opening Thunder Fist". The fist print of purple lightning directly smashed his law network. The eight-armed Shura phantom of the ancient king collapsed like paper, and a huge gap was blasted out of the bow of the main ship, revealing the altar core inside that was in operation.

"Everyone, follow me to break the formation!" Jiang Han shouted, and thirty-six thunder dragons flew out from his sea of ​​consciousness, laying down the "Chaos World Destruction Formation" over the battlefield. (End of this chapter)