Gaze and you will become stronger: starting from Doupo

Wherever the lightning passed, the law domain of ancient creatures melted like ice and snow, the steel armor of the Mountain-Splitting Beast was melted by lightning and fire, the poisonous fog of the Styx Centipede evaporated in the thunderstorm, and the karma fire of the Burning Sky Crane was swallowed up by the lightning.

Jiang Taixu took the opportunity to activate the Hengyu Divine Furnace, which turned into a giant cauldron ten thousand feet high. The "Heng" rune on the furnace body resonated with Jiang Han's thunder seal, trapping the ancient warship that was trying to escape in the center; Duan De threw out hundreds of Thunder God Talismans, each of which turned into a thunder eagle, specifically attacking the center of the formation on the warship; although Ji Ziyue's Void Mirror fragments were broken, they were able to reflect the weaknesses of the ancient creatures and guide the Black Emperor to attack precisely.

The most intense battle took place in front of the main ship. The ancient king waved his eight arms wildly, summoning the remnant souls of the ancient battlefield to help in the battle, but Jiang Han's fingertips passed across his brows, and the shadow of the enlightenment tea tree emerged, and thousands of Dao patterns fell like a rainstorm, directly purifying these remnant souls.

“You… you actually controlled the Dao pattern of the Enlightenment Tea Tree!” The Ancient King finally collapsed. He finally understood why the man in front of him could easily kill the Saint King. “You are a Chaos Body, chosen by Heaven…”

"Heavenly Dao?" Jiang Han sneered, and the lightning spear gathered in his palm, "I am the Heavenly Dao."

The moment the lightning spear pierced through the ancient king's chest, the altar core of the main ship exploded. The purple lightning was like an inverted galaxy, covering the seventy-two ancient warships at the same time. Under the gaze of the Jiang family monks and the Western Desert monks, all the ancient creatures and the warships were turned into dust in the lightning. Only Jiang Han stood quietly in the center of the lightning, his robes moving without wind.

When the lightning dissipated, the yellow sand of the Western Desert had been burned into a glass color. The abbot of the Great Leiyin Temple knelt in front of Jiang Han, and the cracks on the seven-story stone pagoda healed themselves in the lightning: "Thank you for saving my life, senior. I wonder if you are the legendary..."

"No need to be polite." Jiang Han raised his hand to help him up, and cast his eyes towards the northern starry sky. "I came here for the altar of all races." He spread his palms, revealing the coordinates analyzed from the ancient king's memory. "The remnant soul of the ancient emperor is trapped under the altar, trying to use the blood sacrifice of the ancient creatures to be reborn."

Jiang Taixu's face changed drastically: "The Altar of All Races? The legendary core hub connecting the seven forbidden areas?"

"That's right." Jiang Han nodded. "The Immortal Mountain guarded by the Stone Emperor is just a corner of the altar. If the Ancient Emperor is reborn, the entire Big Dipper Star Region will fall into darkness and chaos." He looked at Ji Ziyue, "Notify all races and prepare starships. In three days, I will personally conquer the starry sky rift and completely destroy the altar of all races."

Duan De swallowed his saliva and secretly put a recovery pill into his mouth: "Ancestor, there won't be a more powerful ancient emperor in the altar, right?"

Jiang Han chuckled, and the lightning condensed into the tender buds of the enlightenment tea tree at his fingertips: "Even if there is, I will let them know--" He looked up at the starry sky, with purple lightning flares flashing in his eyes, "In this era, only the Chaos Thunder Body is the true way of heaven!"

The night wind swept across the Western Desert, blowing Jiang Han's robes. Behind him, the monks of the Great Leiyin Temple began to rebuild the temple, and the Jiang family monks were collecting the remains of ancient creatures. In the depths of the starry sky in the distance, the outline of the altar of all races gradually appeared. The residual soul of the ancient emperor in the center of the altar was separated by endless star tracks, and the lightning in Jiang Han's eyes was far away.

A true battle of heaven is about to begin. Jiang Han, with his Chaos Thunder Body and the Enlightenment Tea Tree, is heading towards the starry sky rift that has never been conquered by anyone - that is the real starting point of the road to enlightenment.

"Kill, drive away these invading enemies!"

The bronze bell of the Vajra Temple exploded in the heart of the Western Desert, and the sound waves lifted the gravel on the sand dunes. Eight thousand warrior monks stepped on the golden lotus platform and soared into the air. The eight dragon patterns embroidered on the edges of their robes moved like they had come alive under the scorching sun. The swastika pattern on the forehead of the leader, Wuxiang Elder, was as bright as a small sun, and the demon-subduing pestle in his hand hit the bronze bell in front of his chest. Thirty-six bronze pagodas emerged from the dantian, casting a shadow that covered the sky and the sun on the sea of ​​sand. The young monk Jueyuan in the front row tightly grasped the half string of Buddhist beads that his master had stuffed into him before his death, and rubbed the Buddha head with three missing beads with his fingertips - that was the price he paid for blocking the ancient bone arrow for him three days ago. At this moment, the Buddhist beads were absorbing his spiritual power along the lines on his palm, and each bead faintly revealed the fragments of the Diamond Sutra that his master often recited when he was alive. The yellow sand of the Western Desert was lifted up thousands of feet by the battle. Twelve descendants of the ancient witches with bone wings on their backs jumped down from the warships, and the snake-shaped totems on their bronze skins glowed dimly. The snake pupils on the forehead of the leader suddenly opened, and the black blood sprayed out condensed into poisonous mist in the air, corroding the foundation of the pagoda. Elder Wuxiang put his palms together, and the ribs under his cassock bulged like lamp stands in front of the Buddha: "All living beings suffer, and the fire of karma burns the body!" Thirty-six pagodas bloomed lotus seats at the same time, and the spiritual power of eight thousand monks gathered into a golden torrent, plowing a moat on the surface of the sand sea. Jueyuan saw that his senior brother, three feet away on the left, had his left arm burned by the poisonous mist, but he gritted his teeth and used the broken limb to seal, making the natal Buddha beads on his chest burst out with light brighter than the sun.

At the same time, the clouds in Zhongzhou were pressed down by the ancient warship. In the ruins of Qishi Mansion, the black dragon robe of the Great Xia Emperor was stained with scorched earth, and his feet were stepping on a half-broken stone pillar engraved with star tracks. The imperial sword between his fingers was rubbing against the warship's protective world, producing blue sparks. The golden battle suit in front of the Emperor Guhua suddenly opened his eyes, and the brilliance of the entire solar star field flowed in his pupils. The holy sword hummed and chopped down, leaving burning cracks in the void. The witch pattern battle skirt of the Emperor Jiuli moved without wind, and the phantoms of eight hundred ancestor witches roared behind him. Each phantom held a different bone tool in his hand, and the Emperor of Shenzhou sat cross-legged on the broken observatory, his fingertips outlining the thread of fate in the pool of blood, and the blood dripped on the cracked star map, which made several falling stars light up again.

"Your era is long gone!" The roar of the Emperor Guhua startled the last jackdaw in the ruins. The twelve pairs of wings of the golden battle suit were fully unfolded, and each wing was flowing with lava-like flames. The sun totem on the chest of the battle suit suddenly turned, and twelve beams of light shot towards the golden ancestral dragon horn of the ancient king. The figure had just appeared from the largest warship, with long golden hair hanging down to the waist, and star chains wrapped around the dragon horns. Every step he took, the space under his feet cracked like a broken mirror. Behind the four emperors, the compass of the Pavilion Master of Tianji Pavilion suddenly broke, and the sixteen pointers pointed to the heart at the same time: "Emperor, southwest direction..." Before he finished speaking, the bone arrow shot from the warship had pierced his throat, and blood splashed at the feet of the Great Xia Emperor, burning the shape of the word "劫" on the scorched earth.

In the blizzard of Beiyuan, the Ice Soul Scepter of Bai Shuanghua, the Palace Master of the Ice God Palace, was cracking. Ice crystal cracks spread from the top of the scepter to the palm, and golden blood oozed from each crack. The ice wall in front of her was shaken into spider web-like patterns by the fist wind of the ancient king. Behind the wall were the three hundred children of the ancient Wang family. They were arranged in a seven-star formation. Each of them had a dragon-shaped talisman on his chest. The blood of the ancestral dragon on the talisman was flowing back through the blood vessels, burning the skin with red marks like reverse scales. The patriarch of the ancient giant clan held half of the ice dragon skeleton. With every step he took, the ice field under his feet cracked into deep cracks. The cold air overflowing from the cracks made the snowflakes in the sky condense into ice crystal swords.

"A pointless struggle." The silver-haired ancient king's diamond-shaped scales opened completely, and the white light from his brows swept across the protective wall of the Ice God Palace, and the entire ice crystal palace collapsed. Bai Shuanghua saw that the giant patriarch's giant axe was cut in half by the white light, and the totem tattoo on the axe handle was rapidly dimming. There was a gap in the seven-star formation of the royal family's children. The boy in the front row was blown away by the air wave, and his back hit the icicle. The dragon-shaped talisman paper on his chest was shattered into powder, revealing the blood-colored lines underneath that were exactly the same as the scales of the ancestor dragon. She suddenly remembered the old fisherman she met in the ice sea a hundred years ago. He once said that the evidence of the ancient clan's crimes was sealed under the ice of Beiyuan. At this moment, looking at the scales between the brows of the ancient king, she finally understood why the ancient books of the clan recorded that "the diamond-shaped scales opened, and the blood tide of the ice sea came."

In the dense forest of Nanling, the broken sword "Fen Tian" of Xiao Zhan, the master of the Temple of the God of War, was colliding with the wings of the purple flame creature, and black poisonous blood oozed out of the gap on the blade. Under his feet was a century-old pine tree that was burned bare by the flames. The bark curled and fell down, just like the burn marks left by the opponent's fox tail sweeping across his back when he dueled with the master of the Demon King Palace thirty years ago. At this moment, the nine fox tails of Su Mei, the master of the Demon King Palace, were entangled with the wings of the purple flame creature. Every piece of fox hair was burned by the high temperature. She bit her tongue and sprayed the blood of the ten emperors in the Demon King Order on the Demon King Ruler. The shadow of the nine-tailed celestial fox suddenly appeared on the ruler. The battle axe of Xing Tian, ​​the chief of the barbarian tribe, split the flames. The axe head embedded into the shoulder blade of the purple flame creature, but was repelled by the purple flame in the opponent's body. The wild battle pattern on the axe handle lit up and extinguished, like the pulse of a dying person.

"A bunch of ants." The six wings of the purple flame creature suddenly expanded three times, and each wing bone turned into a burning sword. Wherever it swept, the armor of the disciples of the War God Temple melted instantly, and the demon cultivators of the Demon Emperor Palace had their hair ignited by the flames, and let out a shrill howl. Xiao Zhan saw cracks appear on Su Mei's Demon Emperor Ruler. It was an extremely powerful weapon that the ten great emperors of the demon clan used their heart blood to sacrifice. At this moment, the golden blood oozing out of the cracks was being swallowed by the flames of the purple flame creature. He suddenly remembered the totem pole he saw in the barbarian tribe three years ago, which was engraved with the ancient words "Three tribes are united, and the wilderness can be pacified." So he inserted the broken knife into the ground and activated the forbidden technique of the War God Temple, allowing his own fighting spirit, Su Mei's demon spirit, and Xingtian's wild power to condense into a golden chain in the void, entangled the pair of flaming wing blades that were about to fall.

Above the wheat fields of the East Wasteland, the lightning barrier covered the entire earth like an inverted glass bowl, with thousands of silver snake-like lightning winding around the edge of the bowl. Jiang Han wore a patched green shirt, and his cloth shoes stepped on the void. With every step he took, a thunder flower bloomed under his feet. The thunder giant behind him was ten thousand feet tall, and the lines on his palms were flowing lightning. At this moment, he was grabbing a copper warship and crashing it into the barrier. With the sound of metal tearing, the ancient runes on the warship shattered and fell like burning paper. The farmers below were still working in the fields. The cows' hooves stepped on the wet soil, startling a few green-headed grasshoppers. The children on the ridges chased butterflies, unaware that the ancient warship was exploding a thousand meters above their heads.

"Mr. Jiang, have a bowl of mung bean soup!" The old woman at the foot of the mountain trembled and raised the ceramic bowl. There was a hole on the edge of the bowl. It was accidentally broken when Jiang Han helped her repair the hut last year. When Jiang Han turned around, the patch on the hem of his clothes happened to pass by a flash of lightning, but it didn't even burn the cloth. He took the ceramic bowl, and the hot steam of mung bean soup mixed with the smell of soil hit him in the face. In the distance, three more warships were crushed into scrap metal by the thunder giant. The flames of the explosion reflected in his eyes, but he was as calm as looking at the sparks in the stove. When the largest copper warship activated the time array, three hundred ancient runes flowed on the hull into the shape of an hourglass. He finally squinted his eyes, his fingertips crossed the thunder barrier, and thousands of lightning snakes drilled into the hourglass. At the moment when the flow of time was turbulent, he saw the ancient war pattern engraved on the bow statue - it was the bloodbath of Penglai Fairy Island five hundred years ago.

On the sandy ground of the Western Desert, Jueyuan knelt in front of his master's cassock. The half string of Buddhist beads in his arms had completely shattered, but gathered into a small golden pagoda in his palm. Elder Wuxiang's demon-subduing pestle broke into two pieces, but he was still holding up the last pagoda. Seeing that there were less than 2,000 disciples left out of 8,000, he suddenly laughed - when the pagoda collapsed, he saw an ancient mural of the founder of the Vajra Temple subduing the sand demon emerging from the depths of the sand dunes. The monks on the mural actually overlapped with the light and shadow of the golden pagoda in Jueyuan's palm.

In the ruins of Zhongzhou, the golden battle suit of the Emperor Guhua finally broke one of its wings, and the wailing sound of the divine suit was like the sound of the sun falling to the ground. The palm of the ancient king pressed on his chest, and the star chains on the dragon horns entangled the other three emperors. Suddenly, thunder roared from the direction of the East Wasteland in the distance. The sound was different from any ancient battle skills, but it sounded like the first thunder when the world was first created. A trace of doubt flashed in his eyes. At this moment, the Emperor of Shenzhou used the last power of the life star to carve a seal on his palm, the shadow of the ancestor witch of the Emperor Jiuli hugged his legs, and the Emperor Sword of the Emperor of Daxia finally pierced his shoulder blade - blood splashed on the broken wings of the golden battle suit, and the crack began to glow.

In the frozen sea of ​​Beiyuan, Bai Shuanghua watched as the scales on the forehead of the ancient king were shattered by the ice dragon skeleton of the giant clan leader. When the scales fell to the ground, tens of millions of ancient skeletons suddenly emerged from under the ice, and each skeleton had the same diamond-shaped scales embedded in the forehead. The children of the ancient family knelt on the ice, watching the shadow of the ancestor dragon on the clan emblem gradually fade away, but found that the blood seeping out of the ice cracks was floating with the same runes as the reverse scales on their chests.

In the dense forest of Nanling, the wings of the purple flame creature were finally cut off, and Xiao Zhan's broken knife, Su Mei's demon emperor ruler, and Xingtian's battle axe were inserted into its heart at the same time. Three drops of blood fell on the damaged weapons. The broken knife of the War God Temple began to heal, the cracks of the demon emperor ruler oozed silver light, and the battle pattern of the barbarian battle axe lit up with three colors of light that had never been seen before. When the purple flame creature turned into star rain and fell, the three people found that in the mountain forest that was burned during the fierce battle just now, new buds emerged from the scorched earth, and the dew condensed on the tender buds reflected three different colors of light.

The thunder barrier of the East Desert suddenly dissipated. Jiang Han stood in the middle of the wheat field, watching the last warship retreat in a mess. The patch on his hem was still stained with the old woman's mung bean soup. He squatted down, his fingertips brushed the dew on the wheat seedlings, and heard the sound of horse hooves in the distance - it was the survivors of Zhongzhou who brought news. The four emperors were seriously injured, 70% of the monks in the Western Desert were killed, the seal of the North Plain Ice Sea was loose, and more than half of the three tribes in Nanling were killed or injured. (End of this chapter)