Chapter 388 [You Just Know You’re Going to Die] The body of the stele seemed to be made of ancient black iron, shining with black light and exuding a vast and ancient aura. It was engraved with words that looked like human heads and snake bodies. Each word was as majestic as dragon scales, interweaving and disordered to form the Eight Diagrams, just like a black hole! A ray of imperial light descended, with overwhelming power and terrifying to the extreme, not at all weaker than any imperial weapon Lin Xian had ever seen. "The Emperor Fuxi's imperial weapon has been recast." Lin Xian took a deep breath and summoned the imperial soldiers. He sensed the gods within, but saw no trace of Emperor Fuxi. It was as if this thing had healed and reborn on its own without any external force. Even though he silently recited the name of Fuxi in his heart, there was no response in the ancient holy city of the Wind Clan, as if everything on Earth was an illusion. "It's just a small fight." Lin Xian whispered, without any surprise, for this time and space, the Supreme Being of Humanity, Fuxi, had already passed away and it was almost impossible for him to reappear. As for the immortal Fuxi, let alone the resurrection of all the ancient races, even if all the supreme beings in the forbidden area were born, he would not show up without blinking an eye. Even if the universe was destroyed, he would not necessarily show up, unless it involved the Immortal Emperor like last time. However, Lin Xian has now become a saint and does not need to ask others for help in everything. He is a huge backer. Putting the Emperor's Dragon Stele into the immortal platform, Lin Xian stepped out and headed towards the Northern Territory. In the late ancient times, it was a rich land with abundant vitality and divine sources everywhere. Because of the death of the Fighting Saint Emperor, the world changed drastically ahead of time.
In order to resist this change and also to wait for the path to becoming immortals, most of the ancient tribes chose to collectively seal themselves as the source of gods and wait for the future. Because they were sealed by themselves, and their lifespan was not almost over, the creatures born from the ancient races are full of blood and energy, not inferior to the people of today, and their realm is even higher, which is frustrating. “No matter how powerful the Tianjiao who grew up in the Daojian era is, he is far superior to others and can go against the flow to defeat the immortals, but in front of the realm of heaven and earth, everything is useless.” "There is a gap of more than a dozen small realms between the second-level immortal and the king of the ancient clan." Countless human cultivators sighed. Not everyone has the potential to be an emperor. Not to mention the Divine Forbidden Emperors, even the Eight Forbidden Emperors are rarely seen. There are only a handful of them, who can be counted on one hand. How can they guard the vast territory? There are so many ancient royal families that even the weakest race has great kings, which is despairing. "If the ancient race had come into the world a few thousand years later, everything would have been different. Today is a time when many kings have emerged and all kinds of physiques have appeared!" An old leader cried out in grief and said excitedly: "Saint Body, Xiantian Dao Embryo, Heavenly Demon Body, Nine Nether Body, any one of them is enough to rule the world. Once it is fully developed, there is no need to fear the myriad races." It doesn't even need thousands or hundreds of years. Just delay it for a few decades. When Yaoguang becomes king and Ye Fan becomes the ruler, the younger generation will be able to support the human race's world. Unfortunately, there is no if. If the geniuses of the younger generation are willing to give up their potential, they will naturally be able to make unlimited breakthroughs and grow at a terrifying speed. But who is willing to do this? In this life, there is not only the path to becoming an emperor, but also the path to becoming an immortal. Everyone is trying their best to accumulate the foundation. Only one person did the opposite! There are undercurrents in the Northern Territory. The Heavenly Palace and Yaochi are here, as are a large number of ancient clans. Lin Xian came up from the East Desert to conduct a sting operation, disguised as an ordinary human cultivator, but carrying a large number of treasures. Even the jade pendant around his waist was made of divine jade, and the hairpin on his head was made of Daluo silver. "The Heavenly Court suppressed Beidou and ruled over the five regions. The ancient ancestors did not dare to come out. It has great merits for the human race. We are going there to make a pilgrimage!" Lin Xian led the Feng family caravan, passing through one city after another. There were both human and ancient tribes in the city. There were hundreds of horse-drawn carriages, all of which were pulled by dragon horses, descendants of the ancient dragons. One or two boxes were filled with treasures, while the remaining hundreds or thousands were empty. But the ancient clan did not know. They only saw Lin Xian walking naked on the earth without any protection, carrying the treasures coveted by the ancient capital. "Humans! This is the territory of our Fallen Feather Clan. If you want to pass through here, you have to pay a toll!" There are many ancient tribes in the Northern Territory. Less than half a day after Lin Xian set foot in the Northern Territory, many royal families received the news. The fastest-acting tribe was the Fallen Feather Tribe. Their speed was also famously fast among the ancient tribes. One after another, fallen angels appeared, with inky black wings behind them. They looked like a dark cloud, surrounded by blood-red electric light, as if they were creatures from the mythical hell.
The leader of the group, the Fallen Feather Tribe’s Tian Jiao, had forty-eight wings, like an unrivaled demon god. He raised his head high, his eyes full of arrogance, and said disdainfully, “Leave the treasure behind, and you can get out now.” The Feng family's great man who was accompanying them glared at them and shouted, "You birdman from the ancient clan, how dare you speak to my young ancestor like that? Get off my feet now!" "A powerful human? Let's see how capable you are!" The genius of the Fallen Clan sneered, and the wings behind him vibrated like the sound of swords, and suddenly the demonic energy was surging. He has an invincible demeanor, and it is not just talk. A pair of wings can really kill a powerful person. He is considered a young prodigy among the myriad races of the ancient times. "Young master beat these human guys into pieces." The other fallen race creatures shouted excitedly to cheer him on. “Ignorant and fearless.” The Feng family’s powerful man shook his head, a trace of pity appeared in his eyes, he took a step back and gave his seat to Lin Xian. "Fallen angel, are you destined to be with me?" Lin Xian smiled calmly and recited the Sutra of Salvation. It was not ordinary for a saint to recite the scriptures. In an instant, flowers fell from the sky and lotus grew on the road. "The accumulated yang becomes the spirit, and there is form within the spirit. The form is born from the sun, and the sun is born from the moon. The accumulated yin forms the form, and there is spirit within the form..." A mighty voice sounded, echoing in the sky. A mysterious force formed, affecting the minds of the cultivators. Then, combined with the Divine Salvation Technique, how could a group of fallen ancient tribes arrive? This is the magic art created by Lingbao Tianzun and Henren Emperor. With two emperors serving you, how can you not be blessed? In an instant, one after another, the fallen creatures folded their wings, guarded Lin Xian's side, with pious expressions on their faces, and sincerely bowed into the Heavenly Court. And under the baptism of the Sutra of Salvation, the inky black wings turned into a holy snow-white color. "Greetings, my Lord..." A chanting sound rang out, echoing across the land of the Northern Territory, expressing submission. “No!” The fallen clan’s prodigy struggled desperately, his eyes ferocious, his soul cut through the immortal platform, and used divine magic to try to wake up his clansmen. He shouted, “Wake up!” However, it was all in vain, and as the chanting became louder and louder, the power of salvation became stronger and stronger, and the young master of the fallen clan was about to be lost. At this moment, a bull’s cry resounded between heaven and earth, and a black figure rushed over like a meteorite falling to the earth, roaring loudly, shaking the mountains and rivers: "The powerful bull demon tribe is here, fellow Taoists of the Fallen Feather Tribe, don’t panic." Seeing another ancient clan galloping over, Lin Xian was not angry but happy. He nodded repeatedly and exclaimed: "It's another fate for me." The visitor had thick green hair all over his body, a human body and a bull's head, a wide mouth and fangs, and a pair of thick and strong horns. He was simply the legendary Bull Demon King. The Bull Demon clan is invincible in the physical body and is known for their infinite strength among the myriad clans of the ancient times. If they could become saints and manifest their true forms, charging through the universe, they would definitely be able to smash the sun, moon, and stars into pieces. The bighorn bull charges, and although it has not yet become a saint, it can still crush mountains and rivers and is invincible in the world, just like green mountains crashing and flying. "Good, good." Lin Xian stretched out a finger to stop the running bull demon, then touched the bull's horns and tendons, and said happily: "What a strong bull." "Moo!" The powerful Bull Demon cried out in grief, looked at Lin Xian, and said vigilantly: "What do you want to do, you thief? Master Niu, I like cows!" "Nothing, I just want to ride you." Lin Xian said with a smile, but a diamond ring appeared on his palm. "As my disciple, how could you not ride a cow?" The dragon horse has a bad temper and a foul mouth, so it's okay to use it in life-and-death battles, but if you want to show off your power in front of others on a daily basis, you'd better change to a gentler mount to show off your status. After all, he has become a saint, his identity is different from before, and some of his dark history will be gradually erased, just like a friend of Emperor Hengyu. "There is a pervert!!!"
The powerful Bull Demon was trembling all over. He just came to save the bird man, but he didn't expect to sacrifice himself. He felt a chill and wanted to escape. However, the Vajra Ring would not allow him to be so presumptuous. Although it was casually refined by Lin Xian, it still carried a trace of holy power and was more powerful than a semi-holy weapon. With just a slight turn, he suppressed the Bull Demon and revealed his true form. It was a blue bull with an extremely strong physique, and looked like a good mount. Lin Xian stepped forward, and then uttered a Taoist sound to convert the young master of the Fallen Feather Clan, saying calmly: "Convert to heaven, and I will grant you the Dharma name, Lucifer." "We will follow the saint's orders." Under the leadership of Lucifer, a group of winged angels paid homage and became the guardians of the Feng family team. If Ye Fan saw this scene, he would definitely exclaim that Saint Lin really knows how to play. The Taoist saint riding a green bull converted a group of angels and disciples. It was too seamless. The battle between the fallen angels and the powerful bull demon is not an end, but a beginning. As the news spreads, more and more ancient tribes come, some for treasures, and some to defend the glory of the ancient tribe. "The place of treasures has been inhabited by virtuous people since ancient times!" A silver-haired member of the Horn Clan with a crystal jade horn growing between his eyebrows shouted and launched an attack. Lin Xian expressed his admiration and nodded, saying, "You are right." So he waved his hand, and the treasure chest in the team opened, only to see that it was empty. A ghost with a snow-white face and silver scales on his arms was stunned and murmured, "Where is the treasure?" “Isn’t it right here?” Lin Xian laughed loudly and activated the secret of the word “soldier” to fill the ancient tribe, including the people and weapons, into the treasure chest. The Fire Cloud Clan, the Hidden Shadow Clan, the Fallen Peng Clan... There were all kinds of people from all directions. The land of the Northern Territory was home to too many ancient clans, no less than dozens of them. They were either the geniuses of a clan or the young masters of that clan, and they were all caught in one fell swoop. The Northern Territory was shaken for a while, and the major ancient clans finally could not sit still anymore, and sent out the King of the Way of Slaying to join forces to rescue their people, and then kill all the human race, washing the mountains and rivers for a hundred thousand miles with blood, in order to show the divine power of the ancient clans. "We are the God Valley, one of the strongest races in the ancient times. Today we will avenge the ancient race!" A great king with purple hair and purple eyes roared, shaking the mountains and rivers. He rode his chariot and attacked with his might, swallowing the world. Countless ancient clans followed him, and some human sects even slid down to their knees without waiting for the battle to start. "The strongest race doesn't even have an ancient emperor, how can you be worthy of that?" Lin Xian said indifferently, not even bothering to get up. He sent out a murderous thought from thousands of miles away, beheading the physical body of the King of the Valley of Gods, and blood splattered over the mountains and rivers for a hundred thousand miles. This was also a bloodbath, fulfilling the slogan of the Valley of the Gods. "Saint? Ancestor King!" "The saint of the human race breaks the tacit agreement between the human race and the ancient race and is born." The remaining soul of the purple-haired king of the Valley of Gods trembled. Facing the overwhelming holy power, he lost his rebellious attitude and shouted, "You can't kill me. If you kill me, the ancestor king of the Valley of Gods will be born. At that time, the balance of the past ten years will be broken and an all-out war will break out." "I already know I was wrong, I am willing to atone for my sins, and I am willing to apologize." "I swear that I will never be an enemy of the human race from now on." "I really know I was wrong!" In the face of life-and-death crisis, the great king performed worse than the young genius. He appeared to be fierce but was actually weak, and put forward all kinds of conditions just to save his life.
"You know you're wrong. No, you just know that you're going to die." Lin Xian's murderous intent was cold and indifferent, and it turned into the Demon Emperor's Nine Slashes to kill, shattering the spirit of the God King. "I curse all the billions of lives of your human race to die, leaving a sea of blood and corpses." The soul of the king of the Valley of Gods exploded, and before dying, he cursed: "Although the human race has masters, there are more mortals. If I die, what will you, a saint, do to face the revenge of the kings?" "Feng Family Saint, are you going to destroy the human race?" "Revenge of the kings?" The killing thought sent the message, and Lin Xian smiled calmly: "Kill them all together, isn't it better?" The murderous aura not only frightened the Ancient Clan, but even the Feng Family's great man said nervously: "Little Ancestor, there may be a Saint King in the Valley of Gods, and the Great Saint of the Ancient Clan will also intervene." "With Heaven here, nothing can be done to overturn the world." Lin Xian had a calm expression, and then he slapped out with a palm, killing all the kings of the ancient clans who were spying in the surrounding void. For a moment, the blood of the kings flew, dyeing one mountain after another red. "The older generation of monks are not allowed to come out into the world. You are going against the will of all the saints." Some ancient kings of the Slash Dao roared, "Killing the God Valley is not enough, are you going to affect us too?" “If we don’t kill a large number of them, how can we make the ancient clan bow their heads?” Lin Xian pointed, and the brains of an ancient clan member flowed out. Killing a great king was as easy as crushing a chicken. "Saint of the human race, spare my life." There were also kings who trembled and knelt down to beg for mercy: "The human race and the ancient myriad races have been in tacit understanding for ten years. We have lived in peace." "Peace, what a joke. If it's peace, what are you doing here? You dare to rob even the Feng family, let alone other human sects. You will only be more domineering." Lin Xian was ruthless and killed all the ancient kings present. His body exploded and his blood dyed the earth red. He said coldly: "Peace is won through fighting. Without true respect, the ancient races will always regard humans as blood food!" Peace is relative, while struggle is absolute. If we seek peace through struggle, peace will exist; if we seek peace through compromise, peace will die. One after another, the ancient kings of Zhan Dao were destroyed, including some descendants of ancient saints. Before they died, divine decrees appeared and their incarnations descended. "Whoever kills my children and grandchildren, I want you to pay with your life." "Please calm down, fellow Taoist. Show mercy." "stop!" The laws of the Holy Way flashed one after another, the heaven and earth trembled, and it was full of majesty. That was the Unparalleled Ancestor King. Any one of them could destroy the great religion of the human race. "No, get out of here!" Lin Xian took a step forward, and the Six Paths of Reincarnation Fist shook the sky. The Demon Emperor's Nine Slashes were used to kill, and the ancient imperial arts were shattered. He truly shattered the void and destroyed the holy shadows of the ancestral kings one after another. Rumble! The Northern Territory shook. When the news spread to the five regions, everyone began to tremble. From all the ancient races and major ancestral lands, there was light rising to the sky, boundless holy power was overwhelming, and strong people were constantly born, sensing everything. "It's a shattering blow!" Someone in Yaochi sighed. (End of this chapter)