Gaze and you will become stronger: starting from Doupo

Just when the atmosphere was tense, a melodious bell sound suddenly came from the depths of the forest. The bell sound contained an inexplicable Taoist rhyme, which gradually calmed the spiritual fluctuations of everyone present. Qin Fa's face changed, and he said respectfully to the two elders: "My master invites you." The old man with a goatee frowned, obviously unwilling to give up, but feeling the pressure from the bell sound, he finally glared at Jiang Han hatefully and left.

Shi Zhongtian looked at their backs and asked in a low voice: "Jiang Han, that child..." Jiang Han shook his head: "I can't say for now. But one thing is certain-" His eyes fell on the remains of the stone statue, where the yin-yang fish pattern was slowly emitting a faint light, "The secret of the Immortal Mountain may be related to the Desolate Land, and to you and me."

At this moment, the little guy suddenly struggled to get off the ground, staggered to the fragments of the stone statue, and reached out to press the Yin-Yang fish pattern. In an instant, all the fragments glowed at the same time and reassembled in the air, but it was no longer the image of the Heavenly Lord, but turned into an ancient teleportation array. A line of ancient runes appeared at the center of the array, and Shi Zhongtian's pupils shrank suddenly - those were the words that Shi Ziling had mentioned in his dream.

"It seems that someone doesn't want us to leave." Jiang Han chuckled, and his fingertips pointed out several rays of light at the center of the array. The teleportation array started up with a bang. The moment the light came on, Shi Zhongtian saw Qin Fa's frightened face, the greed in the eyes of the two elders, and the marks of the little one and the doll shining in the air, like two small suns.

When the light faded, the forest returned to silence. In front of the broken stone statue, there was only a yellowed jade slip lying quietly, with the words "Secrets of the Bulao Mountain" engraved on it. The mountain breeze blew over, and the jade slip turned to the first page. The handwriting moved like a living thing, gradually forming a line of small characters: "Son of the Desolate Territory, destined by heaven, the supreme bone appears, yin and yang return to one..."

"What? Born with supreme bones!" The voice of the young man from the upper realm exploded in the silent prison, like thunder splitting the chaos.

"How could such a monster emerge from the prison in the underworld!" Another man gasped, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the sword at his waist. The light sound of metal collision was particularly clear in the dead silence.

"Master, should we take him to the upper realm with us?" The young disciple's voice was filled with irrepressible excitement, with greedy light dancing in his pupils.

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Deep inside the prison, five young men and women from the upper world stared at each other, shock flooding their delicate faces. The words of the Yin and Yang Envoys were like a boulder thrown into a deep pool, stirring up thousands of waves, and the focus of their attention - the child called "Little One" was now timidly hiding in Jiang Han's arms, his fingers nervously tugging at the other's collar.

"Master." The little one called softly, his voice like the cry of a young deer, and he subconsciously shrank into Jiang Han's arms. His tender voice hid fear, as well as dependence on the person in front of him.

Envoy Yang frowned, his pupils glowed with a faint blue light, like two poisoned daggers, trying to see through the kid: "There seems to be a mysterious power in this child." Before he finished speaking, white mist rose around him, and ancient runes vaguely emerged in the mist, as if responding to his perception.

Yin Shi nodded slightly, and the figure under the black robe twisted strangely for a moment, like a shadow projected from another space: "So you have this feeling too. I seem to see a rotating spiral fruit in his body. It's magical and hazy, and I can't see through it." His voice was like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue, with a creepy coldness.

"Take it back and study it." The two Yin and Yang envoys looked at each other and reached a tacit understanding. Their tone was as calm as if they were talking about an ordinary object, completely ignoring the existence of Jiang Han and Shi Zhongtian. In their words, the arrogance of power and the disregard for life were fully revealed.

The Yang Envoy took a step forward, and the spiritual energy around him surged. The blue bricks under his feet shattered. He stretched out his right hand, and the runes on his palm flashed. Like a huge mouth of the abyss, a terrible suction force gushed out and rushed straight towards the little guy. The air was distorted by this force, and it made a sharp whistle.

scoff!

However, when the suction force was about ten meters away from the little guy, a transparent ripple appeared before everyone's eyes like a sky curtain. Wherever the ripple passed, the suction force instantly collapsed and turned into nothingness.

"That was the power just now!" Qin Fa's face turned pale, and he staggered back, his eyes full of fear and disbelief. He had suffered from this power before, and now his old injury recurred, and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

"It's you!" The two Yin and Yang envoys frowned, their eyes fixed on Jiang Han. At this time, Shi Zhongtian had quietly retreated behind Jiang Han, the long sword in his hand trembling slightly, showing his nervousness and readiness to fight at any time.

"Are you planning to take advantage of my disciple? You are quite courageous." Jiang Han's lips curled up in a teasing arc, his voice was low and cold, as if it came from the Netherworld. Before he finished speaking, he raised his hand and pointed in the air, and ripples appeared in the void, like a stone thrown into a calm lake. Yang Shi's body trembled suddenly, and the two-year-old baby in his arms flew out uncontrollably and landed in front of Jiang Han.

"Hold him, this is your grandson too." Jiang Han looked at Shi Zhongtian with a smile. Although his voice was soft, every word was like thunder, exploding in Shi Zhongtian's ears.

Shi Zhongtian took the fair and tender baby with trembling hands, his eyes instantly moistened: "My benefactor, are you saying that this baby is also the child of Ziling and Yiling?" His voice was tearful, with both the joy of recovering what was lost and the emotion of fate's tricks on people.

"Master, is this my brother? He's so cute! No wonder I feel he is so close to me!" The little one's eyes sparkled, and he happily stretched out his hands to knead his brother's face. The fair-skinned baby giggled and blew bubbles from time to time, and his innocent appearance formed a sharp contrast with the tense atmosphere.

"You... you are also from the upper realm!" The two Yin and Yang envoys stared at the baby in Shi Zhongtian's arms, and were stunned for a moment, and then a strange light flashed in their eyes. They keenly realized that the means Jiang Han had used before were silent, but powerful, far beyond the scope of the Venerable Realm. Perhaps this person has successfully ignited the divine fire and transcended the mundane world!

"It turned out that he was the one who hurt the ancestor!"

"From what the two True Gods said, is he also from the upper realm?"

"No wonder he is so powerful!"

"But how could he, a person from the upper realm, be related to Shi Ziling?"

...A group of cultivators were whispering to each other, looking at Jiang Han back and forth, with more and more surprise. They seemed to be looking at a legend from ancient times, mysterious and powerful.

"Who allowed you to leave!" The Yin and Yang Envoys shouted at the same time, their voices shaking the sky. They stood side by side, their spiritual energy surging wildly, interweaving into a huge net in the air, blocking Jiang Han's way.

"Destroying the stone statue of the Heavenly Lord is an unforgivable crime!" The Yin Envoy snorted coldly, his pupils glowed purple, and a large amount of black mist with the breath of death gushed out of his body. The black mist rolled in the air like a living thing, and wherever it passed, the grass and trees withered and the blue bricks carbonized.

Almost at the same time, the Yang Envoy's body changed, and five-colored armor appeared on his body, surrounded by the five elements. His whole body was covered with five-colored flames, shining brightly and full of holy aura, forming a sharp contrast with the darkness of the Yin Envoy.

"Even two little guys in the True One Realm dare to block my way? It seems that I should find a time to go to the upper realm and use you, the so-called Heavenly Venerable, to make an example of you!" Jiang Han's eyes were calm, but contained endless pressure, and he was intimidating without being angry.

The faces of the two Yin and Yang envoys suddenly changed. Their cultivation was exposed by this word, and anger instantly surged in their hearts: "How arrogant! You insult my Heavenly Lord, you deserve to be killed!"

Yin Shi clenched his fists, and a ball of burning black divine fire appeared between his eyebrows. Then, black flames surged and jumped from all parts of his body from the inside out. His figure became thin and blurred, like a demon from hell, and every movement carried the breath of death.

The Yang Envoy also ignited the divine fire. His divine fire carried the five elements of light, peaceful and vast, and the fluctuations of its aura were astonishing. In an instant, the auras of the Yin and Yang Envoys suddenly rose, extremely terrifying, and the faint aftermath shook the void with a hissing sound, as if the space would shatter at any time.

"Insult the Heavenly Venerable, die!" Yin Envoy's cold voice fell, and he opened his mouth and spit out a ball of netherworld fire. The netherworld fire seemed dark, but it burned the void and distorted it. Wherever it passed, the space was like a broken mirror, making a harsh sound, and it rushed towards Jiang Han at a very fast speed.

Facing the powerful Nether Fire, Jiang Han's expression remained calm, as if he was facing only a breeze. He casually opened his right hand, and the ripples formed a silver millstone, which slowly turned. The runes on the silver millstone flickered, and the light was so bright that it instantly crushed the Nether Fire and dissipated it, turning it into tiny starlight and disappearing.

Envoy Yang frowned, and immediately waved his hand at the void. A golden staff appeared in his palm. The staff was engraved with ancient runes, exuding a mysterious and powerful aura. He waved it fiercely, and blood-red lightning intertwined, traversing the void and striking towards Jiang Han. Wherever the blood-red lightning passed, the air was burned with charred marks.

Jiang Han still had no expression on his face. As he waved his hand, the void sky exploded repeatedly, making a deafening roar. The blood-colored lightning also shattered, turned into powder, and dissipated in the air.

"What kind of magical power is this!" The Yin and Yang envoys looked at each other, their faces showing not only surprise but also solemnity. They finally realized that the strength of this mysterious person in front of them was much stronger than they had imagined. Perhaps, they were not his opponent at all.

Thinking of this, the Yin and Yang envoys looked at each other, and then nodded at the same time, as if they had made some unanimous decision.

"Roar!" The Yin Envoy let out a sharp roar, the sound was like the cry of a night owl, and it was creepy. After the roar, a vast sea of ​​bones appeared behind him, all of them were skeletons. Various undead stood up, and many corpses revived and rushed towards Jiang Han. There were bursts of wailing coming from the sea of ​​bones, as if it came from the Nine Nether Hell, which made people shudder.

This is a forbidden method from the upper realm. The many bone spirits summoned by the Yin messenger are densely packed and span the sky, like a hell descending. The dark fog is vast and all life is destroyed wherever it passes.

Envoy Yang shouted softly, chanted the true scripture, and used another forbidden method. In an instant, flames surged, magma boiled, and rushed towards Jiang Han from another direction. Wherever the magma went, the ground melted instantly, forming huge gullies, with overwhelming power.

"Is this the battle between gods? How terrifying!" The monks of Bu Lao Mountain looked at the battlefield from afar, their faces solemn, their eyes full of fear and awe. Whether it was the Yang Envoy or the Yin Envoy, the forbidden methods they used were far beyond the monks' cognition. Once they mistakenly entered the battlefield, they would probably die in an instant and turn into ashes.

Chi chi chi——

However, just as the two forbidden methods were about to engulf Jiang Han, a rippling hand swept out from the void. The hand was crystal clear, but it contained the power to destroy the world. With a light slap, the corpses, the undead, the magma and the fire disappeared in an instant, as if they had never appeared.

Before everyone could react, two screams resounded through the world. The Yin and Yang Envoys were held in the palm of the Ripple Giant, their expressions twisted in pain. They struggled madly, their spiritual energy surging wildly, but they could not shake the Ripple Giant Hand at all. Jiang Han's strength was far beyond their imagination. The outcome of this battle was doomed from the beginning.

A shrill scream tore through the sky, and the Yin and Yang envoys twisted into horrible shapes in the giant palm of the rippling cloud. The Yin envoy's black robe was torn by an invisible force, revealing the black veins wriggling under his skin, like thousands of living snakes crawling under his skin; the Yang envoy's five-colored armor broke into pieces, and the splashing fragments drew strange arcs, each piece carrying a hot spark. The crisp sound of bones breaking mixed with the muffled sound of flesh being squeezed, like a chilling symphony of death, echoing over the Immortal Mountain.

"No... Impossible!" A young monk from the upper realm stumbled back, knocking over the stone bench behind him, making a harsh sound. His voice was filled with tears, and his eyes were full of fear and disbelief. "Those are two true gods from the upper realm, how could they lose!"

"Has he become so terrifying? Even the True God is no match for him!" Someone in the crowd muttered to himself, his voice trembling so much that the words were almost inaudible. The monks of the Bulao Mountain around him were dumbfounded. They looked at the Yin and Yang Envoys struggling in pain in Lianyi's hand, their Adam's apples rolling up and down, but they couldn't make any sound. The True God, who was so majestic just now, was now being slaughtered like an ant. This strong contrast made everyone fall into deep shock.

Suddenly, there was a sound of breaking through the air, and four streams of light streaked across the sky, and four more venerables flew out of the Immortal Mountain. When they landed, they brought with them a gust of wind, blowing the fallen leaves on the ground. However, when they saw the scene in front of them clearly, the expressions on their faces froze instantly, as if they were cast under a spell of immobilization, and they stood there in a daze, motionless. Qin Fa opened his mouth, and a few dry sobs came out of his throat, but he still couldn't utter a complete sentence.

"Let us go!" The Yin and Yang envoys roared at the top of their lungs. They frantically mobilized the remaining divine power in their bodies and tried to rekindle the divine fire. The black mist around the Yin envoy surged again, condensing into ferocious ghost faces, biting at the ripple giant palm; the Yang envoy's five elements of light also flickered violently, turning into five light dragons, desperately colliding with the invisible restraints. But no matter how they struggled, the ripple giant palm remained motionless, and instead tightened. (End of this chapter)