Invincibility Starts From Sacrificing Ancestors

In the abyss of the Dragon Palace, the black stone pillars reach the dome, and a dragon shape emerges from the dense clouds.

The white and fat dragon carp surrounded Zhou Dao, their eyes were bright, showing joy.

The ancient stone carvings around the altar record the origin of the dragon veins.

It's about Yuan Wang! ?

Zhou Dao looked at the strange portraits like a spectator.

A long time ago, on the earth, a group of mysterious Taoist priests gathered together. With their respective missions, they traveled around the world. For a hundred years, they kept searching for the dragon's veins and cut off the connection between the dragon's veins and the heaven and earth with their supernatural powers. Get in touch to grab it for yourself.

"This... can this kind of thing be done?"

Looking at the records on the ancient paintings, Zhou Dao felt extremely horrified.

In one of the ancient paintings, the sky is bright and the air is clear, the Taoist priest enters the deep mountain, and in a short time, the sun is covered by black clouds.

The Taoist priest looked up and bowed towards the top of the mountain, and then, the dust flew by, and the sky and the earth split.

The whole mountain collapsed suddenly, and the cracked earth gushed out blood like yellow mud.

The Taoist priest's robe swept across, and he saw a long figure in the clouds and mist, and he swept away.

In another ancient painting, another Taoist priest walked into the vast desert, ravaged by night, and found a lost ancient temple amidst the wind and sand.

The Taoist also saluted.

In an instant, the ancient clock appeared, oscillating and rippling, and the entire desert seemed to repeat itself.

The Taoist sacrificed a talisman, pierced the ancient temple directly, grabbed it with big hands, took out a bloody phantom in the endless desert, hid it directly in his sleeve robe, turned around and left.

...

"These people are really against the sky, directly reversed the good fortune, and forcibly seized the dragon's veins!?" Zhou Dao was inexplicably shocked.

There is no record of such a terrifying existence even in the "Monster Yusi Work Manual".

Even in Uncle Qin's No. 73 Book Club, Zhou Dao had never seen such incredible rumors and records.

The group of Taoist priests recorded on the altar is really terrifying. Each of them has the ability to penetrate the sky and the earth. With every gesture, they can split mountains, rivers and rivers.

Zhou Dao looked at it, and couldn't help being a little dazed.

He circled the altar and looked over.

In the end, this group of mysterious people traveled the world for a hundred years, absorbing the veins of dragons, and finally practiced the twelve ways.

"It turns out that the dragon vein of Nielongjiang was left here after the group of Taoist priests abandoned it."

Suddenly, Zhou Dao finally understood where the dragon vein of Nielongjiang came from, and why it was so heaven-defying.

"What are those priests trying to do?"

Zhou Dao continued to read.

The ancient records on the altar are very detailed. After the group of mysterious Taoist priests exercised their heaven-defying abilities and cultivated twelve dragon veins, they held a very special ceremony called... Yuan Wang Fahui! ?

Seeing this, Zhou Dao was moved again.

Yuan Wang Fahui actually has such a history?

It took a hundred years to search for dragon veins all over the world,

Acting against the heavens by force and plunder, there are indeed many hidden dangers left behind, and the world will be so difficult from now on.

For example, Pingjiang City's [Catastrophe Year] in the past was affected by this.

Paying such a huge price is actually for the 【Yuan Wang Fa Conference】.

According to the records on the ancient stele, the special ceremony was held in front of a [Great Tomb]. Those who can stand out and be awarded the title of [Yuan King] can not only be baptized by the twelve dragon veins, be ordered to create the Yuan King, and even ...can enter the tomb.

Since then, the Yuan King Dharma Assembly has been passed down from generation to generation.

"Why?" Zhou Dao couldn't figure it out.

The Yuan King Fa Conference is held every thirty-three years, and it is a grand event that attracts the attention of the whole world.

The one who can aspire to be the strongest will be the 【Yuan King】.

"The baptism of the twelve dragon veins? This is too exaggerated." Zhou Dao was in a daze. Apart from seeing the old man, he was eager and fascinated by the [Yuan Wang] Dharma Conference for the first time.

You know, the dragon vein of Nielongjiang is already extremely against the sky.

What kind of terrifying power can be produced by the ancient ceremony of the Yuan King Fahui? It's no wonder that the attention of the world is all over the place, and all forces are flocking to the Yuan Wang Fa Conference.

Zhou Dao walked to the last portrait.

Everything came to an abrupt end, except for... a sword mark.

In the last blank space of the altar, there is a faint sword mark. Compared with the previous ancient painting, this sword mark is surprisingly new.

"Inscribed by later generations..."

Zhou Dao subconsciously stretched out his hand to caress, the mottled sword marks revealed the vicissitudes of time, and the sword fell, hiding infinite artistic conception.

The moment he touched it, a terrifying thought came along the sword mark, like five thunders hitting the top, shaking the whole body.

rumbling...

Zhou Dao's eyes suddenly went dark, and countless lights and shadows danced in front of him.

"Yuan Wang, today is your death day, there is no need to struggle."

The terrifying sound shook the heavens and the earth. Under the black clouds and above the village, a figure stood proudly in the air.

"Depending on you?"

The man in the blue shirt had a cold gaze. He stepped forward with a single step, and the sword light in his palm soared into the sky, like a real dragon mediating, destroying the starry sky.

The terrifying sword light pierced into the black clouds.

Immediately afterwards, a tragic cry sounded, revealing deep anger and panic.

"Mayfly Sword Art!? Good...very good...you are worthy of being the Yuan King of this generation..."

In the black cloud, a face with a three-eyed ghost mask emerged, with bleeding between the brows and a trace of immortal sword energy entwined.

"The reason why gods and Buddhas sit high in the nine heavens is because they are born noble and do not communicate with mortals...Yuan Wang, you are willing to accept the calamity for these ants, and you are destined to be banished from the nine heavens."

Another icy voice sounded, ruthless killing.

In the village below, mourners were everywhere, and many people were struggling among the ruins, covered in blood, looking at the sky in horror.

"The Dao has no world of life and death, and the mayfly can kill the dragon... Once you have a mind of discrimination, it will be difficult to see the Dao again." The man in the green shirt whispered.

"What are you talking about? Yuan Wang, if you want to break the rules, you will have to pay the price, and you will fall today."

The terrifying sound shattered the sky, and a big red gun shot towards the ground like lightning.

The man in the green shirt made a move, the sword energy in his palm changed like yin and yang, and he held the big red spear with his bare hands.

hum...

At the same time, a group of flames descended, like a fallen sun, directly covering the back of the man in the green shirt.

"Have a heart, sympathize with ants? You don't deserve to be on the same level as me."

The ruthless ridicule resounded, and then, the cry of a baby spread throughout the world.

For the first time, the man in the green shirt showed a moved expression, with a hint of surprise and anxiety in his eyes.

"Hahaha, the two of us, the Mayfly Sword Art... Yuan Wang, do you really think you are invincible? After all, you still have weaknesses."

The visitor laughed wildly, revealing deep disdain and mockery.

"It's fitting that your father and son fall here today."

As he spoke, the black cloud tore apart, and a baby was thrown out.

The man in the green shirt suddenly changed color, and stepped forward to take it over.

At this moment, in the dark clouds, the terrifying figures hidden one after another finally revealed their true colors, startling the killing.

This battle was earth-shattering. After the calamity, there was only desolation and ruins everywhere.

"From now on, there will be no more Yuan Wang!"

The icy voice announced the final victory. In the end, the man's body was sealed in the black coffin, leaving nothing behind.

I don't know how long it took, but the cold and clammy rain mercilessly washed away the ruins.

In the distance, an old Taoist staggered over, with a gourd hanging around his waist, his eyes were reddish and cold.

He walked up to the ruins and let out a cold shout, and the ruins burst open, revealing a pink and tender arm.

The old Taoist's eyes widened suddenly, as if seeing hope, he stepped forward and rescued a baby from the ruins.

Unfortunately, he had already lost his breath.

The old Taoist hugged the baby tightly, he wanted to roar, but he seemed to be suffocated, the world was vast, and there was no room for him to make a sound.

Suddenly, the old man suddenly raised his head, only to feel a faint heartbeat coming from his chest.

He hurriedly lowered his head, and the baby who was already out of breath actually turned around again.

The old man burst into tears and hugged tightly.

He stood up, looked at his head, his eyes were cold, only killing.

"One day, this kid will settle everything."

"From today onwards, you will be called..."

The old Taoist whispered, turned around with the baby in his arms, and stepped into the stormy sky.

"Thoughtful!"

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