Gaze and you will become stronger: starting from Doupo

But he just wiped the chip on the bowl and returned the empty bowl to the old woman: "Next season's wheat should be planted with cold-resistant varieties."

As dusk fell, the land of Wanyu was stained with blood. The sands of the Western Desert settled in the chanting of Buddha, smoke rose from the ruins of Zhongzhou, the ice and snow of the Northern Plains began to melt, drizzles fell from the scorched earth of Nanling, and waves of wheat swayed in the wheat fields of the Eastern Wasteland. On an uninhabited ancient battlefield, a half-broken stone tablet emerged from the soil, with the four characters "Wanyu Tongyuan" engraved on it, sometimes bright and sometimes dim in the blood, as if telling that this war was never the beginning, and would never be the end.

Boom!

The strong wind from the east crashed into the thunder barrier and blew it into powder. Jiang Han's green shirt rustled, and the tips of his cloth shoes touched the gilded bow of the copper warship. This thousand-foot-long giant ship was releasing the thirty-six-layer ancient star formation. The three hundred night pearls inlaid on the hull reflected the sky of the East Desert into indigo blue, but they all exploded the moment he stepped on them. The boiling mercury flowed along the side of the ship, corroding the deck and producing hissing white smoke.

When he clenched his right fist, the thunder that exploded between his knuckles had already reached his body before his physical body. The ancient "Demon Suppression" pattern engraved on the warship curled up like a living thing, and the grinning ancient dragon statue on the bow suddenly had blood in its eyes, and the soul fire in its dragon pupils extinguished. The aura of the entire warship was like a giant beast with its throat strangled. The powerful spiritual force field collapsed into a vacuum in 0.01 seconds. The ancient monks on the deck maintained the posture of holding up their shields, with a grim smile on their lips.

what--

A metallic roar like twisting came from the bottom of the cabin. After the crisp sound of eighteen chains breaking, the hatch was blown away by a purple-black air wave. The first thing to emerge was a ten-foot-long elk antler, with fine spells on the keratin surface, and each line was absorbing the free thunder power in the void. The purple-scaled body that appeared next was thirty feet tall, and the magic blood that overflowed from the gaps between the scales dripped onto the deck, burning honeycomb-shaped pits in the bronze floor.

Jiang Han's fist fell at this moment. The power of thunder condensed into a substantial lightning on the fist, like a miniature sun smashing into the keel of the warship. The copper ship shed a whine of overwhelm at the moment of contact, and the center of the ship suddenly sank. The twelve original spirit crystals embedded in the belly of the ship exploded one after another, tearing the entire warship into burning fragments. Flesh and metal fragments mixed with purple blood were thrown a thousand meters away. A piece of scaly meat fell on the edge of the thunder barrier and was purified into powder as soon as it touched the ground.

“Great… Great Sage!” The Purple Scaled Ancient King’s voice was cracked, and golden blood oozed from the base of its elk antlers. “In an age when no sage appears…” It stared at the lightning patterns on Jiang Han’s clothes that were trembling in the wind, and suddenly remembered the urgent report it received three days ago—the White Snail King died on the Qingdi Peak in the East Wasteland, and King Luo’s communication jade slip exploded into pieces in the Thunder Lake. At that time, it was thought that it was a mistake made by the junior, but now it seems that it was actually defeated by this old antique who had lived for tens of thousands of years.

Jiang Han pulled up a faint smile at the corner of his mouth, his cuffs were still stained with purple blood splashed when he smashed the warship just now, but it was evaporated by thunder the moment it touched the clothes: "Want to see them? Soon." Before he finished speaking, the Ancient King suddenly felt his heart tighten, as if he was crushed by a mountain weighing billions of pounds, and a fishy sweetness surged in his throat - the seemingly ordinary punch just now had shattered three of its clones' spiritual veins.

The purple scales suddenly stood up, and the pupils of the ancient king shrank into needle-like shapes. It knew that the gap between the Great Sage and ordinary ancient kings was like a chasm, but it never expected that the other party could suppress its origin with just a wave of its hand. In the sky full of debris, it mustered the last three points of its divine power, and a seven-story ancient tower with purple air appeared above its head. The tower was engraved with the creation myths of the ancient race, and bronze bells were hung on the eaves of each floor. When the bells rang, the thunder barrier within a radius of 100 miles actually rippled.

"kill!"

Purple air gathered on the fist like a thousand horses galloping. The ancient king's fist tore open a crack in space, revealing the alien starry sky burning with purple flames behind the crack. This was the "Boundary Splitting Fist" of the ancient clan, which had shattered the boundary monument of Zhongzhou ten thousand years ago. At this moment, it was blasted towards Jiang Han's brow with the power of annihilation. Wherever the fist wind passed, three lightning patterns on the thunder barrier were wiped out.

On the top of Mount Tai below, Duan De crushed the third abacus bead: "Wow, this is a full-strength attack from the Saint King level, right?" Veins popped out in Ye Fan's hand holding the Heaven-Devouring Demon Jar, Ji Ziyue's Vermillion Bird Ring felt hot in his palm, and only Jiang Taixu closed his eyes to rest, but his eyelashes were trembling violently - he knew that if it were him, his sea of ​​consciousness would have been crushed by the wind from the fist by now.

Jiang Han still stood with his hands behind his back, slowly lifting a three-inch square seal in his palm. Lightning patterns flowed on the surface of the seal, like the beginning of chaos. The four corners were engraved with the shadows of Azure Dragon, White Tiger, Vermillion Bird, and Black Tortoise, and the words "Thunder Punishment" were faintly visible in the center. When the seal was fully unfolded, every lightning vein in the East Wasteland resonated, and the roar of thousands of dragons came from deep underground.

"Heaven and earth are witnesses, and thunder and punishment are coming."

The seal turned into a huge seal, and the lightning illuminated the mountains and rivers. As soon as the ancient king's world-breaking fist touched the edge of the seal, the purple air melted like ice and snow in the sun, and the creation runes on the fist were shattered one by one by the lightning patterns, making a crisp sound like glass breaking. The seven-story ancient tower trembled violently, and the bells on the eaves of the first floor were blown into powder on the spot, and spider web-like cracks appeared on the tower body.

"Impossible!" The ancient king roared and burned his origin. The spells on the elk horns all lit up and turned into thirty-six purple lightnings that entangled the seal. But the thunder punishment seal was like a mountain pressing down on it. No matter how it struggled, it still pressed down with an unstoppable momentum. When the second layer of the ancient tower collapsed, the purple scales on its chest peeled off in pieces, revealing the chest covered with curses underneath - that was the blood contract signed by the ancient clan and the Heavenly Dao, which was now burned black by the power of thunder punishment.

Click!

At the moment when the third floor of the ancient tower broke, the seal finally touched the fist of the ancient king. In the blood mist that purple scales exploded, it saw the two words "thunder punishment" in the center of the seal suddenly materialize, turning into a heavenly Dharma image holding a thunder whip, with its past and present lives reflected in its eyes: the scene of slaughtering Eastern Wilderness monks ten thousand years ago, the scene of devouring human children a hundred years ago, and even the memory of eating its own brother when it was just born, all of which were stripped away by the lightning one by one.

"what--!"

Before the screams ended, the seal had already crushed the head of the ancient king. The purple-scaled body fell like a broken sack, and was purified into a point of light the moment it touched the thunder barrier. Only the soul turned into a stream of light and tried to escape. Jiang Han flicked his fingertips, and the seal sent out a ray of lightning to catch up with the purple light. The moment the power of thunder punishment poured into the soul, the ancient king finally saw clearly what was embroidered on the other party's sleeves - it was the emblem of the Penglai Fairy Island that was exterminated by him five hundred years ago. Boom boom -

The remaining ancient warships wailed at the same time. These fierce ships that had experienced the ancient wars were like frightened migratory birds, turning their heads to escape. But when Jiang Han raised his hand, the void within a radius of a thousand miles had been solidified by the power of thunder punishment. The same thunder pattern cage appeared on the deck of each warship. The ancient monks on the ship were horrified to find that their spiritual power was flowing to the center through the gaps in the ship's planks.

"Nine Heavens Thunder Falls."

The four plain words fell, and ninety-nine cracks appeared in the sky. Black soul-destroying thunder, purple bone-burning thunder, blue god-quenching thunder... In each thunder column, a fully formed thunder dragon lurked, and the dragon's eyes reflected the lights of thousands of homes in the East Wasteland below. Jiang Han waved his sleeves, and the thunder columns shot at the warships like precise arrows. The three giant ships that were hit first disintegrated instantly under the bite of the thunder dragons, and the flames of the explosion reflected the red robes of the Taishan disciples.

When the Thunder Giant opened his palm, he had already grasped the long sword condensed from thousands of thunderbolts. Wherever the sword passed, the space was torn apart. The five warships that were fleeing side by side were like being split by invisible blades, and blue-purple arcs flashed at the broken ends. A small warship tried to start a space jump, but at the moment of opening the teleportation array, it was chopped into 18 pieces by the Thunder Sword, and each piece of debris drew a burning trajectory in the air.

In Chenjia Village below, an old woman was squatting by the field watering the wheat seedlings. Suddenly, she saw the metal fragments falling from the sky full of fire. The moment they touched the ground, they turned into lightning and merged into the soil. She wiped her eyes and remembered what Jiang Han said when he passed by just now, "This summer's thunderstorm can make the wheat grow three inches longer." She couldn't help but smile. Since the thunder disaster three years ago, the thunder in the East Wilderness has never hurt the people again.

When the last warship exploded under the thunder sword, a fine purple rain floated in the sky. It was the essence of the ancient race, and it fell on the thunder barrier with a sizzling sound, but it didn't even wet a blade of grass. Jiang Han stood in the void, watching the monks below kneeling down to worship or with tears in their eyes. Suddenly, he remembered the broken stele with the word "Guard" engraved on it that his master had given him before his death on the ruins of Penglai Fairy Island five hundred years ago.

Duan De had reached the top of Mount Tai without him noticing, and the gourd on his waist was emitting the aroma of wine: "Old Jiang, this battle finally brings honor to our human race." Ye Fan and others followed behind him. Ji Ziyue's Vermillion Bird Ring was now quietly lying on her shoulder. Jiang Taixu stared at the lightning pattern on the hem of Jiang Han's clothes, and suddenly remembered the record in ancient books: "When the Thunder Emperor comes to the world, all evils will be scared away."

When Jiang Han turned around, the lightning brought by his clothes swept across everyone, but quietly retracted when it touched the ancient bronze bell in Ye Fan's arms. He looked at these younger generations who would support the human race in the future, and his eyes fell on the Heaven Devouring Demon Jar in Ye Fan's hand - the new lightning pattern on the jar was the mark left by the Thunder Penalty Seal just now.

"Remember," his voice was like the morning bell and evening drum, "the thunder of the Eastern Wilderness is not for destruction, but for allowing the wheat seedlings to take root deeper." Before he finished speaking, his figure turned into lightning and dissipated, leaving only patched fragments on the hem of his clothes, which slowly fell to the top of Mount Tai. The lightning patterns on the fragments were exactly the same as the patterns on the "Zhen Yue" ancient stele on the top of the mountain.

The purple rain gradually stopped, and the sky of the East Wasteland turned pale. The old woman from Chenjia Village picked up her hoe and walked towards the wheat field. She found that the wheat seedlings that were still yellow last night were now standing straight. The dewdrops hanging on the tips of the leaves clearly reflected the trajectory of the thunder in the sky - that was the warmest protection of this era.

"Is this the end? Are all those ancient creatures that came to attack us dead?" The young monk on the top of Mount Tai tightly grasped the stone railing, his knuckles white, and his eyes reflected the gradually dissipating lightning in the sky. The old Taoist beside him was using a whisk to sweep away the purple scales on his clothes. Hearing this, he chuckled: "My friend, have you ever seen autumn wind blow away fallen leaves? The thunder in the East Desert never leaves a single piece of armor behind."

The mountain breeze swept by, bringing with it exclamations. Ji Ziyue stood on tiptoe and looked into the void, her fingertips unconsciously rubbing the Suzaku Ring, the lightning pattern on the ring still burning: "It's like a dream..." Before she finished speaking, Ye Fan suddenly pointed at the sky and exclaimed: "Look! The lightning screen is gone!" The lightning barrier that had covered the East Wasteland for three days was shattered like glass, and thousands of lightnings turned into drizzle and fell on the wheat fields, and even the most fragile dandelions did not lose a single piece of fluff.

Jiang Han's figure emerged from the lightning, and the patches on his blue shirt were stained with light purple blood, but they faded away quietly when he landed on the ground. Jiang Taixu was the first to clasp his fists, revealing three new lightning patterns on his sleeves - that was when the barrier dissipated just now, the power of thunder spontaneously merged into his exhausted spiritual veins: "Ancestor, protect the East Desert, we..." Before he finished speaking, his eyes were red, and behind him, Saint Lord Yaoguang, the head of the Ji family and others knelt on the ground, and their clothes brushed against the bluestone stained with lightning, as if touching the backbone of heaven and earth.

"Get up." Jiang Han raised his hand to support him, his voice as clear as morning dew. "The cultivators of the Eastern Wasteland should not look at my back, but the land under your feet." He looked towards Chenjia Village in the distance where the land was being plowed. An old woman was leading a cow across the ridge of the field. The purple scales crushed by the cow's hooves were turning into nutrients and seeping into the soil. The corners of his lips lifted up slightly.

Rumble!
The sandstorm in the Western Desert came with Buddhist chants and roars. The robes of the abbot of the Great Leiyin Temple were soaked in blood, and the seven-story glazed tower was trembling in his palm. Each Buddha pattern flowed with golden and red light - that was the ultimate defense ignited by the blood of 72 disciples. The fist wind of the eight-armed ancient king swept through the sand sea, and deep gullies were plowed out, revealing the Buddha's bone relics buried underground for 300 years, wailing in the purple light.

"Master! The Master of the Agama Temple has passed away!" The young monk knelt on the ground holding a half-broken Buddhist staff, and the Muni Pearl on the top of the staff had been broken into powder. The Master of the Great Leiyin Temple closed his eyes and sighed, and his fingertips touched the "Nirvana" pattern on the seventh floor of the glazed tower. He suddenly remembered that under the Bodhi tree fifty years ago, his master had said: "If the glazed tower is stained with blood, it is the time for the monks in the Western Desert to light the lamp." At this moment, he bit his tongue and drew the last rebirth mantra on the tower. The tower suddenly burst into a sun-like brilliance, illuminating the ancient creatures within a radius of ten miles.

"A trifle." The eight-armed ancient king suddenly raised his eighth hand, and the ancient clan's totem of destruction appeared on his palm. "Back then, your Buddha could suppress me for 30,000 years, but now..." Before he finished speaking, the blood-red beam from the Glazed Tower had pierced his third eye, and purple blood splashed on the sand, burning out the word "cause and effect". The four monks took the opportunity to retreat, and the four heavenly kings on their cassocks were as bright as daylight. They rushed towards the East Wasteland, and the gravel raised by their sleeves spelled out the word "help" behind them.

The cracking sound of ice in Beiyuan was deafening. The Ice Soul Scepter of Bai Shuanghua, the Palace Master of the Ice God Palace, had broken into three pieces. The golden blood that oozed out of the broken parts condensed into a phoenix totem on the ice surface - that was the symbiotic contract she signed with the Beiyuan Ice Sea. The dragon-patterned armor of the head of the ancient Wang family was covered with cracks. (End of this chapter)