Invincibility Starts From Sacrificing Ancestors

Great Burial Kendo...

Chen Daoling, the master swordsman, gathered his unique skills in his life and gathered the essence of Tianshi Dao swordsmanship. He captured the resentment and killing spirit of heaven and earth. He had a view of the bones in his heart and sacrificed himself to the funeral sword.

At that time, the sword leader Chen Daoling used this sword to protect the imperial city, opened rivers with one sword, and shocked hundreds of thousands of mountains. The demons in the world were frightened when they heard about it. I don't know how many masters died under this great burial sword.

However, under the mighty sky, Zhou Dao crossed the void, like strolling in a leisurely courtyard, and the powerful Burial Sword River washed over him and landed on him, but it was like a breeze blowing on his face, with only the corners of his clothes floating.

"How... how is it possible? That's King Yuan!? How could he..."

"Can't the Great Burial Swordsmanship hurt his body? This is impossible... This is absolutely impossible..."

"Prince Yuan is not dead? He...he has become different. What kind of state is this!?"

In the distance, a group of masters stared in shock, unable to believe what was happening in front of them.

The situation reversed so quickly that it was beyond their comprehension.

The king of Yuan who was facing the calamity returned again. He was calm and calm, and he actually ignored Chen Daoling's funeral swordsmanship. Such casualness, such power... it was simply mind-numbing.

"Master, King Yuan..."

Inside the Xuantian Temple, Wang Fanchen looked up to the sky, his deep eyes trembling with fear, and a trace of disbelief filled his face.

Even he found it scary.

Back then, when he first entered Xuantian Temple, he had met Chen Daoling and followed him into the temple.

At that time, Chen Daoling was majestic and heroic, and had not yet fallen from the Taoist realm. He was so majestic that he was just standing outside the mountain gate. The wind and clouds in the sky suddenly stopped, and there was peace for thousands of miles, without any evil spirits.

The young Wang Fanchen was deeply attracted by his temperament, and the evil reputation of the Great Burial Swordsmanship was also told from the mouths of his elders.

Today, Chen Daoling has broken and stood up again, and has re-entered the Tao realm. He can be called the number one master in the magic realm.

This kind of Chen Daoling, with the sharpness of the Great Burial Swordsmanship reappeared, could not hurt Zhou Dao at all?

This is simply unthinkable.

"The Great Burial Swordsmanship is not incapable of hurting him..."

Xuanjizi looked solemnly, looking at the vast sky, her eyebrows raised.

"master……"

"The Dao of the Great Burial Sword cannot be lost to him..." Xuanjizi is a master of Taoism and has a venomous gaze, and he can tell the clues at a glance.

"You can't let him fall!?" Wang Fanchen turned pale in horror.

"My magical power has been achieved, and today's King Yuan is truly terrifying." Xuanjizi sighed leisurely.

Under the vast sky, the wind and clouds have stopped, and the sun is shining brightly.

That isolated figure is like a high mountain, hanging in the sky and earth, pressing in all directions. It is as powerful as Chen Daoling, but it looks incomparably small in front of it.

This master of swordsmanship, the former commander of the imperial army, was turbulent in his heart at this moment, like a flood breaking a bank, he could hardly control himself, his trembling eyes were full of shock and fear.

His sword felt powerless for the first time.

All souls were buried in the great burial, and all living beings were swayed by the light of the sword. How could they look at the floating clouds? They were all gone.

Such a sword is simply nothing in front of the junior in front of him.

"Impossible...how did you do it? You are just a disciple of Li Zangfeng...just a junior..."

Chen Jiankui's eyes became extremely formidable, and his whole body of magic power was steaming like waves of smoke, striking across three thousand miles.

In an instant, his body seemed to be integrated into the boundless magic power, and the rolling torrent turned into a hundred-foot-long sword light, slashing towards Zhou Dao.

"Transform your body into a sword and demonstrate the way of massacre!"

"Jian Kui is going to work hard, this man is still as charming as before!"

"Chen Daoling, his name once shined as brightly as Li Zangfeng, the leader of swordsmanship... This is the soul of his swordsmanship, where his practice lies, and where his spirit resides!"

Everyone was horrified and felt an unprecedented sense of oppression.

Under the light of the hundred-foot sword, the heaven and earth roared, as if they were beating war drums for this extremely sublime sword.

Carrying a sword and walking on the road to heaven, killing one's heart and refining the soul of the sword.

At this moment, Chen Daoling is just as he was back then, with unparalleled sharpness and unparalleled talent. Even though he fell from the top, the sword still remained unbroken.

Talents have emerged from generation to generation, and each has led the way for hundreds of years.

Sword leader Chen Daoling, his era has not yet passed. Now, this sword has finally come out of the body again, blooming with divine light under the sky.

"One sword cuts across the sky, and a hundred lifetimes become empty... This is the style of the Sword Master!" Everyone sighed.

At this moment, everyone's thoughts seemed to freeze.

As far as his eyes could see, the only thing in his mind was that shocking sword, reaching up to the sky hundreds of feet, shaking the mountains and rivers, and slashing towards the rising star.

"Good swordsmanship!"

In the void, Zhou Dao was independent, looking at the sword across the sky, a hint of admiration surged in his calm eyes.

Among the strong men of the older generation, as long as they can reach this level, none of them is weak.

Big waves wash over the sand, and hundreds of rivalries compete with each other. They have their own stories and excitement.

Once upon a time, they were also the protagonists of their own stories, like big stars rising with dazzling light.

Chen Daoling, he integrated his life's style and insights into this hundred-foot sword light.

In a trance, like a god of murder in the sky, he draws his sword and is so angry that he kills like a human being. He kills until the sun and the moon lose light. He kills the hero until he is short of breath and the mountains and rivers bleed.

There are hundreds of ancient swordsmen, but none of them are more elegant than this tree.

"It's worth being able to see this sword in this lifetime."

Everyone was in a daze, with incomparable enthusiasm in their eyes.

Suddenly, the hundred-foot-long sword light continued to grow, as if it was higher than the sky, wider than the earth, boundless, and everywhere, pressing towards King Yuan.

"Chen Daoling, you are very good."

Zhou Dao nodded, sincerely appreciative.

At this moment, he finally took action, raised his right hand, stretched out his index finger, and tapped lightly.

In an instant, a ripple appeared, the void rippled like the surface of a lake, and the ripples spread. Wherever it passed, the hundred-foot-long sword light suddenly shattered, and the cracked sword light fell like a big star, smashing into the mountains and rivers of the earth.

The sky was filled with fierce fire, as if it was going to burn the entire sky.

This scene was like a freeze frame, and everyone was shocked, unable to believe the terrible reality in front of them.

"Failed...defeated!? Jian Kui was defeated!? How is that possible?"

"The sword leader uses his body to transform his sword's killing move. He is using his life to defend his swordsmanship and maintain his final dignity as a strong man of the older generation. How can he be defeated?"

"Why? It has to end like this? So cruel?"

Someone whispered, his eyes sparkling, and he was shocked and showed deep unwillingness.

That was Chen Daoling's last persistence. He used his life to compose this final swordsmanship, declaring to others his former glory and grace.

The glory of the older generation has not faded, and his sword can still stand proudly at the top without falling.

However, King Yuan was too ruthless, or too powerful. He used his incredible magical power to completely shatter Chen Daoling's last halo with an understatement.

He was defeated, the rivers flowed, and the sun set over the mountains.

The master of swordsmanship who once looked up to the heaven and earth, rose up with only the tip of his sword, and bowed his head to all demons, finally fell in the wave of the new era.

With his own death, he witnessed the rise of that big star.

"King Yuan Zhou Dao..."

The sword light in the sky withered, Chen Daoling was stained with blood, and fell from the sky. At the end of his blurred vision, the figure under the independent sky was getting further and further away from him, just like the era he was in.

Time goes by, and the years are ruthless. When an era rises, an era must end.

His way is over.

"It was like this that year..." Chen Daoling murmured, and countless lights and shadows flashed in his mind.

That year, the peach blossoms on Dongling Mountain were in full bloom.

That year, Chen Daoling was at the height of his glory, and his youthful frivolity had not faded away.

That year, he realized the Dao of the Great Burial Sword on the bank of the Burial Flame River, and with one sword across the air, he killed nine great demons in desperate situations. His majesty was unparalleled and known to the whole world.

At that time, Chen Daoling was also a rising star. His talent was unparalleled and too bright to be looked directly at. Many of his peers withdrew with hatred, became eclipsed, and left the stage of this era.

"There are talented people from generation to generation, and each has led the way for hundreds of years. When they get old, they will naturally die due to my sharpness."

He once stood on top of the corpses of the nine great demons, speaking loudly and loudly, declaring his rise.

"The past and the present are reincarnated. The moment in the past is the eternity in the future. One day, you will stand on the top of the mountain, waiting for those who come after you..."

Just when Chen Daoling was in high spirits, a line of white clothes stood alone between the mountains and rivers. He looked at the sharp sword indifferently and left his own warning.

"The past...is the future..."

"Zhou Xuan..."

"This life..."

Chen Daoling's eyes were distracted, and his body finally fell to the ground, shattered like a sword light, and scattered bits and pieces.

"Chen Daoling is dead!? He was stabbed to death by Prince Yuan's finger...!?"

In the distance, a group of strong men stood in the void, looking at the sword light scattered on the earth and witnessing the fall of the sword leader, with incredible expressions on their faces.

"From the beginning of King Yuan's Dharma Conference, he has always been ahead in everything, which is unimaginable."

Inside Xuantian Temple, Wang Fanchen murmured softly.

His current state of mind is completely different. Looking at the gate and wall of the avenue, his vision and demeanor are no longer what they used to be.

Even so, facing such Zhou Dao, he still sighed and felt a little helpless.

"Being of the same generation as him is both your luck and your misfortune." Xuanjizi whispered.

Forget about the ordinary world, if you hear the words, if you have some enlightenment, think deeply and say nothing.

Being a contemporary of King Yuan is like witnessing the rise of legends in the future.

When the glory is gone and the years pass, they can tell their descendants what they saw with their own eyes what King Yuan was like back then.

This man is like a monument, standing in front of everyone, always pushing them forward.

With such pressure, perhaps a proud man like Wang Fanchen can reach a very high place and one day be honored as the ancestor of Taoism.

However, being of the same generation as King Yuan was doomed to frustration and despair.

Without the courage to give up on life and death, without the talent to amaze the world, without the earth-shattering magical power...it is destined to be difficult to fight against.

"Zhou Dao...will he be the strongest in this life?" Wang Fanchen whispered.

The sky is high and there is only one person.

There are invincible people in every era, just like Taizu Taizu of Qin three thousand years ago.

Another example is the Tao King of Longhu Mountain two thousand years ago.

In this life, Zhou Dao seems to have revealed such potential.

"Zhou Dao, you are really lawless when you kill Jian Kui."

Suddenly, a cold sound exploded in the depths of the void, and then, thousands of golden lights broke through the sky, overwhelming the sky and the earth, enveloping the sound of dragons roaring, and covering Zhou Dao.

At the moment when Zhou Dao killed Chen Daoling and his momentum reached its peak, everyone was stunned.

A great master made a strong move and seized this opportunity that suddenly appeared.

A strong dragon has regrets, and it cannot last long. When a person's power reaches its peak, there will be signs of decline.

At this time, it was the once-in-a-lifetime flaw.

In the land of the capital and in the Dao realm, there are only a few strong people who can seize this opportunity.

Rumble…

The sound of the dragon's roar echoed throughout the world, and in the distant capital city, there seemed to be dragon energy rising into the sky, entrenching the sky, echoing the long golden light.

"The bloodline of the Great Qin royal family!?"

Everyone was horrified, showing expressions of disbelief.

This kind of power even resonated with the dragon spirit of Great Qin. Except for the direct lineage of Taizu, he would never think of anyone else.

"This is not an ordinary member of the Da Qin royal family. This person has pure blood and has entered the Taoist realm!"

Someone exclaimed, seeing the clues.

In the void, a majestic figure emerged, with a python robe like gold, a voice as majestic as the sky, the Qin dragon energy wrapped around the body, and thousands of golden lights illuminated the heaven and earth.

"Fifth Prince!?"

Zhou Dao raised his head, as if he had some realization.

The prince who stepped into the Tao realm saw Chen Daoling's fall, so he wanted to seize this golden opportunity and use the power of heaven to kill him.

"Zhou Dao, since you are lawless, I will see if God can destroy you."

The fifth prince did not reveal his true body. He sat cross-legged in the void, holding his hand.

Thousands of golden lights gathered together, like a dharma seal, hanging three feet above Zhou Dao's head. The mysterious aura was overwhelming, causing the magic power in Zhou Dao's body to boil.

"Stealing secrets!?"

Inside the Xuantian Temple, Xuanjizi's expression changed slightly, in disbelief.

Stealing secrets from heaven is the secret trick of the Zhou royal family.

All living beings are born with sins.

This move can trigger the sins in all living beings, attract heaven's secrets, spy on the true nature, and deliver disasters and punishments. It is a killing move that borrows power from heaven.

"How can he have such magical powers!?" Xuanjizi was surprised.

Xuantian Guan has a close relationship with the royal family of the Great Zhou Dynasty, so he recognized the origin of this magical power.

However, as a direct descendant of the Great Qin royal family, the fifth prince could actually develop such magical powers, which is simply unbelievable.

Rumble…

Thousands of golden lights seemed like a cage.

Zhou Dao was in a cage, his body was shaking, his magic power was boiling, and his breath actually attracted the mighty power of heaven, which was as angry as a demon.

"The fifth prince's methods are so fierce that he actually forced King Yuan to condense his seals in advance, triggering a catastrophe between heaven and man!?" A big demon exclaimed in the distance.

"King Yuan, let me see if the sky can destroy you." The fifth prince was like a god, sitting cross-legged in the sky, watching with cold eyes.

"Great catastrophe!?"

Zhou Dao looked calm and looked up. In the sky, under the nine heavens, an ancient portal slowly emerged, giving birth to thunder and punishment.

The sufferings in the world, the doomsday of the ascetics, the life and death of all living beings... seem to be all in this void portal.

The great calamity of heaven and man appears in the sky and falls on the earth.

"What a pity...I am a person without calamity." Zhou Dao sighed.

He took one step forward, facing the strange celestial phenomenon, and walked towards the void portal.

"What!?"

At this moment, even the fifth prince's expression changed.

He looked up and saw that the void was surging, covering the sky and the earth, and the calamity clouds were surging all over the sky, swallowing up Zhou Dao's figure.

"Prince Yuan returns!"

Suddenly, Zhou Dao's words rang out, and as soon as he pointed out, a strange figure flew out of his body.

In an instant, the brilliance between heaven and earth seemed to converge on that strange figure.

Purple air comes from the east, and the light of glory follows.

In a trance, a majestic figure appeared for the first time in the world of mortals.

The five qi gathered in the chest penetrate the south sky, and the three flowers on the top face the north. It is called the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty among thousands of immortals, and there is no great thousand in the world.

Incarnation outside the body, the True King of Yuanshi! !

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