Chapter 1301: The water of the Yellow River is coming up from the sky!

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In front of Ji's palace.

Even though it was dozens of miles away, Ji Yuanhao and the warriors of other tribes still felt the horror of that sword aura.

It turns out that Tai'a sword is only a medium, and the real "Tai'a" is the prestige of the world.

The divine sword is invisible, with the spine of the world and all things, the mountains and rivers of Kyushu as the hilt, the sun, the moon and the stars as the scabbard, and the awe-inspiring spirit of the sword.

As soon as this sword comes out, the wind and clouds change color, the appearance is invisible, and the harvest is godless, vertical and horizontal, six angles, in all directions, rampant for thousands of miles, thousands of troops are easy to open, the upper is poor and the blue falls, down to the yellow spring, the world is broken, and everything is hidden!

For a moment, there was silence and deathly silence in the venue.

It was just as powerful as a rainbow bronze chariot formation, and now it seemed to be a restricted area of ​​life, with fallen heads and corpses everywhere, and the red blood gathered into a river, and the rich **** smell was unusually pungent.

Except for Feng Xingyun who escaped by fluke, all the others fell to the ground.

There is only one word that can describe the sword just now-

Invincible!

This is truly invincible!

In the face of such an Excalibur, let alone ordinary warriors, even those with the highest position in the sky would not dare to stun their sharpness and could only retreat.

On the golden chariot, Ji Changhe, the patriarch of the Ji clan, had a numb scalp and his hair erected, as if he was approaching an enemy.

Even with Ji Changhe's identity and strength, there was an uncontrollable horror at this moment, and the hair was terrifying.

He knew very well that if he encountered this sword aura on the frontal battlefield, there would be no chance of being spared. Xiang Shang's head would not be protected, blood splashed on the spot, and his life would be lost.

At this moment, Ye Nantian, holding the Tai'a sword, really stands on the top of the world like an invincible god, looking down on the world, peerless and independent, no one in the world can shake him.

In his left hand, the Tai'a sword is shining brightly, as if there are countless avenues intertwined, a random blow can split the yin and yang, break the chaos, cut the cause and effect, and the world is invincible...

The warrior who was closer could not look directly at the sharp edge on the sword, so he could only turn his head and hold his breath, not even daring to show the atmosphere.

It took a long time before Feng Xingyun, Commander of Polished Rods, came back to his senses. His face was still undecided, and his forehead was full of beads of sweat, as if he had walked before the gate of a ghost.

At the next moment, Feng Xingyun did not hesitate, and swept towards the Ji's palace like a bereaved dog.

Seeing his back fled in embarrassment, Ye Nantian's eyes were cold, he put away the sword, summoned the broken gun, his right foot was in a horse stance, his muscles and bones were tightened, and he threw the broken gun like a bow and an arrow. Out.

"Wow!"

The spear turned into a black shadow and shot out, like an evil dragon that destroys the sky and the earth, spreading its teeth and dancing its claws.

Feng Xing Yun was like a man on his back, feeling the death threat from behind, he quickly summoned all kinds of magic weapons to protect him.

However, how can his magic weapon resist the fierce power of the broken gun?

"Crack! Click! Click..."

Between the lightning and the fire, the magic weapons were all broken.

Until the spear cast, it abruptly sank into Feng Xingyun's back, and then penetrated through his left chest.

Affected by this powerful force, Feng Xingyun's body was nailed to the ground forcibly, unable to move.

The red blood gurgled from his chest, his limbs drooped, his eyes were dim, and the vitality of his body was dissipated.

This shot not only pierced Feng Xingyun’s heart, it was also contaminated with the power of the earth’s immortal. The only aura that leaked out was strong and strong, and it obliterated the primordial spirit in Feng Xingyun, so that he did not take it at all. Give up the chance of rebirth.

...

Kill Feng Xingyun with one shot!

This cruel and **** scene appeared in front of the Ji family, causing a strong visual impact on them, as if they were beheading to show the public, killing chickens and monkeys.

The members of the Fenghou tribe, with red eyes, grief and anger, clenched their fists, wishing to rush to Ye Nantian desperately.

Ji Yuanhao turned around, saluted the Ji family ancestors, respectfully said: "Old ancestors, this Ye Nantian strength is too terrifying, only you can kill his arrogance!"

Less than a last resort, Ji Yuanhao didn't want his ancestors to take action. After all, he is now the head coach of this battle. If he would use the "big killer" when he came up, wouldn't it appear that he was too incompetent?

But Ye Nantian's strength far exceeded his imagination, and he broke the army with every gesture, and now all the four hundred elites were dead.

Even the Xuanyuan Ji family could not withstand such a huge loss.

If this trend continues, even if Ye Nantian is eventually killed, they will pay an unimaginable huge price.

At this moment, the ancestor of the Ji family nodded slightly, scanned the audience, and said loudly: "Where are the descendants of Cangjie?"

"here!"

An old man in gray robe said loudly.

Cangjie, the left historian under the Yellow Emperor, has seen the distribution of stars in the sky, the appearance of the veins of the mountains and rivers on the ground, the traces of birds, beasts, insects, and fish, and the shapes of plants and tools. He traced and painted, created various symbols, and determined Under the meaning of each symbol.

Cangjie named those symbols "characters", and he was later revered as a "character saint".

"Bring "Luoshu"!"

The voice of Ji's ancestor contained an irresistible will.

Hearing this, the gray-robed old man walked quickly to the golden chariot, and respectfully offered a tortoise shell, about the size of a palm, revealing the vastness of ancient times, with a sense of historical heaviness, obviously not ordinary.

According to rumors, in ancient times, there was a magical turtle from Luoshui, with images on its carapace, wearing nine shoes, one on the left, three on the left, seven on the right, two and four as the shoulders, six and eight as the feet, five in the center, and five white circles. The yang number, the black dot in the four corners is the yin number, this is the legendary Luoshu.

Cangjie received Luoshu, and the gossip of later generations evolved from Luoshu.

Now, Ji's ancestor took the tortoise shell with a torch in his eyes.

Although the ancestor of the Ji family was more than two hundred years old, he looked like a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy. His face was like a crown of jade, and he was handsome and extraordinary. At this moment, he was a little bit more talented, extraordinary and elegant.

"There used to be ancient people holding the "Luoshu" in their hands, using Confucianism and Taoism to become saints, their writing frightened the wind and rain, and their poems turned into weeping ghosts! Today, this seat acts as an antique Confucian, guiding the country and governing the mountains and rivers! Tao.

"boom……"

As soon as the voice fell, a burst of purple gas suddenly floated in the eastern sky, and the weather was infinite, like a dragon winding thousands of miles, with an unstoppable force, coming towards the ancestor of the Ji family. .

For a while, the entire sky was rendered into a mysterious purple by the purple air.

Purple Qi is coming!

Seeing this scene, there were exclamations in the hall one after another. The Ji family's ancestors hadn't used their magical powers, and their aura alone could arouse the phenomena of heaven and earth.

If he does his best, what will be the magnificent scene?

Such strength is too strong to compete with Ye Nantian!

The endless purple qi, tumbling like a rising tide, is endless, pouring into the "Luoshu".

And against the backdrop of the purple sky, the aura on the Ji family's ancestors also rose steadily, misty and dusty, like the supreme king, who can interrupt the world with a finger!

Suddenly, the ancestors of the Ji family used a reference pen, purple gas as ink, tortoise shell as paper, and the pen moved with dragons and snakes, and began to dance.

Open and close, silver hook and iron painting!

The ancestors of the Ji family at this moment, squint the world, dominate the mountains and rivers, and divide the yin and yang.

The domineering spirit in his body caused the hearts of everyone in the audience to be strongly impacted, and the three thousand worlds of nine heavens and ten earths were surrendered.

Even Ji Changhe and Ji Yuanhao couldn't resist the will, and subconsciously stepped back to avoid their sharp edges.

Ji's ancestors didn't write the pen fast, strokes one by one, ups and downs, vigorously, and swung Fang Qiu.

It is not so much about dancing and writing ink, as it is about integrating lifelong skills into "Luoshu".

Soon, Ji's ancestor wrote a Chinese character——

sea!

When the pen fell, the vision between heaven and earth suddenly came to life.

In the entire Kunlun Mountains, all the rivers, rivers, lakes and seas seem to have been inspired by a mysterious power in an instant. Numerous water drops suddenly floated up and turned into waves of angry dragons, like a sea of ​​rivers. Generally, it winds up into the sky, the waterfall hangs upside down, and the river rises into the sky.

You can see--

The water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky and rushes to the sea without returning!