Chronicles of Heaven - Chapter 1127 Yongchang

The Wu Tie gave up his body and suppressed the gods. Yum mainland was regarded as the first day of the first year of the Descendant Calendar.

In the first year of the demonic calendar, Chiyou worshipped into the Wu Kingdom, and took the old iron as a division to serve as the commander of the Wu Guo forward battalion.

Ji Hongde, leading the powerful sage realm, surrendered to the gods.

The army of herdsmen led by Ji Hongde. During the chaotic battle of the high-level gods, the wise **** clan hid extremely deep, the ancient holy, and they unified the gods with their arrogance. The army of the shepherds and the army of the gods joined forces to fight with the human race.

The human race is divided into two. On the Mu mainland, the Wu Kingdom has jurisdiction over 70% of the territory. It is in continuous battle with the gods and human race joint forces belonging to Ji Hongde.

The demon fell for 18,000 years, and the white pheasant entered the mix.

In the next three thousand years, Pei Feng and Zhu Yi broke into the Hunyuan.

For another six thousand years, Wujin, Wuyin, Wutong, and even Wuzhan, Wamu, and the 98 elders of the Wu clan broke into the Hunyuan.

When the human race counterattacked, Ji Hongde led the allied forces to retreat.

Most of the soldiers of Ji Hongde's Terran warriors, anyway, only a group of stubborn close to the gods, with Ji Hongde and allied forces

The demonic calendar lasted 27,000 years, and the human races were unified, making them all the people of the Wu Kingdom.

Pei Feng decided that the bloodline of the human race was named ‘Yanhuang’ and the name of the ethnic race was ‘Huaxia’. The emperor Xi and the emperor Wa were the ancestors, and the three emperors and the five emperors were the holy emperors of the human race.

During this period, Mu mainland engulfed Hongmeng's chaotic tides, and the volume of Mu mainland doubled every 100 years!

For more than 20,000 years, the volume of Mu Mainland has expanded to an incredible level!

The continent of Madam is growing wildly, and the world has become extremely rich.

The sea and the ocean can conceive the dragon.

Therefore, in June of 1949, Pei Feng bowed to heaven and earth and blessed the world, and hundreds of millions of people and people of Lebanon concentrated their prayers to break through the heavens and realize the beauty of the derivation of the avenue.

For another three years, the white pheasant became immortal.

In the next six years, under the scolding of Pei Feng and Bai You, the drunken crested ibis caught a moon on the lake and caused the Tiandi Avenue to fluctuate.

Forty-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine years.

In the land of Xigu in the old days, eighteen immortals of the human race lined up and stood high in the sky.

Pei Feng, Bai You, Zhu Ibis.

Witch War, Wum, Witch Gold, Witch Silver, Witch Bronze.

Lao Tie, Xiahou Wuming, Chi You.

Wu Dashan, Wu Dahai, Wu Dahe, and Wu Tie's other four children.

Eighteen immortals shone with the faint light of the avenue, standing quietly in the sky. They are either the wife and son of Wu Tie, or his parents and brothers, or the old Tie and Xiahou who have no close relationship with him.

There is only one Chi You, representing the Jiuli Department and the high-level people of the past.

Injustice?

Or very fair!

Wutie used his own world to reverse the decline in the desperate situation, forcibly surpassing the human race and Mu mainland from the completely abyss of the abyss. These results should be taken for granted and obedient.

Eighteen immortals.

Three thousand eight hundred yuan.

More than one hundred thousand saints.

There are countless other quasi-sacred and honorable strongmen.

All kinds of Lingbao are suspended high in the sky, a large array of terrible scale, covering the world.

Pei Feng Yi Qiu in black clothes and black armor, holding a spear surrounded by magic flames, a heavy shot blasted on the sea surrounded by aura.

Void concussion.

Numerous purple and golden avenue chains crisscross and crept in the air.

Where the chains of purple and golden avenues intersect, the towers are vast, and they are much larger than the nearly fifty thousand years ago. The shrines of the void emerged quietly. A avenue avatar condensed by Wutie sits quietly in the huge shrine, silent, like a zombie.

"Wake up!" Pei Feng shouted.

The white ibis and the ibis clasped their hands together, and an unbelievable force of fortune rose into the sky, quickly covering the entire continent of Mu.

The continent's will will move.

The ocean set off huge waves, and a terrible breath rushed from the depths of the earth.

Wu Wu's consciousness scattered between heaven and earth, like a faint firefly, gently gushing from all directions.

In every drop of water, every grain of sand, every piece of soil, every leaf, every branch, every cloud and mist of the continent, there is a very slight glimmer of light. The atmosphere of witch iron fills the world.

Although weak, it is everywhere.

Every little light is so weak that the wind blows out.

But countless points of light like this fill the world, and the total amount is comparable to the number of Ganges. The countless lights of this kind gather together and have a total energy far greater than the innate nature of Wu Tie's body dispersing and combining with the soul of souls nearly 50,000 years ago. Yuan Ling is thousands of times stronger.

Mu continent is growing, and the congenital spirit of Wutie iron, which is integrated with Mu continent, is also growing wildly.

Numerous points of quiet light suspended in the void.

Wu Tie's subtle voice turned into a ray of soft wind, ringing at the ears of everyone in the whole continent.

"How long?"

Pei Feng, Baiyue and Zhuyi fluttered.

Others have n’t had any time to say that Wamu has cried with a ‘wow’: “It ’s been a long time, a long time, Xiaotie ... it ’s been fifty thousand years ...”

Fifty thousand years ... For those patriarchs and elders in the former human race, especially those old monsters who have been reincarnate again and again, fifty thousand years may only be the time for them to take a nap.

But for the Wutie family ... when Wutie joined forces, he was only a hundred years old.

For fifty thousand years, it was too long for the Wutie family.

Especially in these 50,000 years, most of the time was full of war and **** ground. Long 50,000 years, everyone is desperately 50,000 years!

Let the eighteen immortals of the human race today be reluctant to look back for fifty thousand years.

"Oh, fifty thousand years! I have been able to feel you ... but, confused, I can't think of it, it is fifty thousand years." Wu Tie's voice was very soft, but full of inexplicable pressure.

That feeling is like immersing you in the whole world at the same time.

It is as if you are a little ant, and was pinched gently at the fingertips by a giant with a height of trillions.

Even if you know that he wo n’t hurt you, you ca n’t help but feel fear and fear, and then the body and soul are under incredible pressure without reason.

It was a crush from the level of life.

Countless weak glooms began to converge over the original Xigu mainland.

"I feel it, very good, eighteen immortals, so many hybrids ... Then, they should be punished too." Wu Tie's laughter came from far away: "But, the universe of the heaven and earth of Mu mainland, when The outlines of national dynasties often sort out the world. "

"Like the erection of the heavenly court on that day, there should be a avenue governed by Heavenly Respect, Heavenly Emperor, Heavenly King, Heavenly Officials, and Heavenly Gods to maintain the operation of heaven and earth."

"In this void, every shrine is a god."

"Wu Guoli Hall and Ritual Hall, quickly count the merits and demerits of the Manchu Civilization and Martial Arts over the years, according to the size of the merits, the gods and the right position!"

In all directions, the continent's pure and chaotic air roared from all directions, and the terrible tidal waves shook the continent slightly. Above the heads of the people, a huge and unmatched body of chaos was rapidly condensing, and countless extremely slight glares gathered from all directions and quickly merged into this huge chaotic body that was almost half the size of the continent.

The former Tianjing War Star slowly rose from below the sea surface.

Four fierce swordlights that were more than ten times more powerful rushed out and roared around the sky crystal war star.

In the Tianjing Battle Star, the weak voice of the earth **** came: "Wuhan, we can talk ... We think we should talk about it!"

"Talk? Talk-you-old-mother!" Lao Tie's eyes flicked, his hands rubbed together, and a chaotic air flow rushed in, quickly condensing into his hands a white, miserable, bright tiger head spear.

He growled: "Brothers, kill!"

...

In the void, the avenue oscillated, and there was an immense amount of divine blood pouring down like a rainstorm.

The gods who were suppressed by Wu Tie's body in those days, all of them fell, and none survived!

...

The demonic calendar is fifty-eighteen years.

Beyond Mu mainland, in the immense chaos of a vast monastery, a heavenly crystal war star, 300,000 giant killing **** boats are tightly connected by a chain of avenues.

Wu Tie put his hands on his back and stood on the surface of the Tianjing Battle Star, quietly looking at the endless chaos in front.

Pei Feng, Bai You, Zhu Niao, Lao Tie, Xiahou Wuming, Chi You, Wu Jin, Wu Yin, Wu Tong, standing behind Wu Ti with a smile.

In the Celestial War Star, inside the Shenzhou Boat, various resources piled up like mountains, countless elite elites rubbed their hands, one by one excited with red ears, he could not help but hissing.

Innumerable giant **** soldiers curled up, using extreme compression, densely packed the inner space of the Tianjing war star, and filled the empty cabin space of the killing boat.

After enjoying the joy of the world for more than ten years, Wu Tie resolutely decided to lead the army.

Ahead of the chaos in Hongmeng, there is a slight trace of signs that only Wu Wu and others can see, steadily and tenaciously shining in the tide of Hongmeng.

"Ji Hongde, doing a good job. Carrying the stigma of these years, but he pointed out the way to the ancestral land of the gods." Wu Tie said lowly: "With Jingjiu and Aconitum, they will show the way, we will be able to Straight hit Huanglong! This is the real straight hit Huanglong! "

"We will not let the gods rest and recuperate, and will invade and attack us again in the next few years."

"No matter how many of their ancestral lands are like the three supreme **** ancestors before them, they are sleeping, recuperating the immortal supreme. Let's go here ... is to seek a peace for my people!"

"It would be better for us to stand ahead and fight **** battles with them, rather than let them fight against the situation and slaughter in the land where we have lived for generations."

"Heaven has a reincarnation. They gave us a disaster. We are going back now!"

Four fierce chaotic sword lights rise to the sky, and the regiment protects the huge and terrifying fleet, and then the sword light flashes, and the huge fleet plunges into the vast Hongmeng.

On the ground, Wuzhan and Wamu led Wu Dashan and others and quietly looked at the sky.

Under the ground, around the Wushi Xiaoshibao where the Wutie lived in that year, there were endless people who came hard and came to burn incense and worship around the Xiaoshibao.

On the Wa Island, outside the Wa Emperor Temple, on the huge stone tablets, the names and experiences of the old women and mothers of the Wa people were clearly carved. The incense burned in the big tripod in front of each stone tablet, the power of pious faith almost condensed into substance.

On the continents of life, battlefields, and hunting grounds that were once traumatized, and on the continent that has been newly born in these continents, countless people of the tribes thrive and enjoy themselves.

In the cities and towns, in the villages and towns, in the bright and spacious buildings, the white-headed old men held the ruler, shaking their heads and carrying a large group of Mengtong endorsers to read and write.

"At the beginning of man, nature is good" ...

"Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang, cosmic flood" ...

"Zhao Qian Sun Li, Zhou Wu Zheng Wang" ...

The sun rises and the earth shines.

The fireworks circling around, the human race gets Yongchang.

"Kaitianlu" is coming to an end!