Book of Nine Heavens

At this moment, Jiang Wangdao, the only spectator, was about to collapse, and his body was constantly worn away in the aftermath!

"I will die!" These two words appeared in Jiang Wangdao's mind, and then he directly took out the rotten wooden box he got after the sixth death of Dead Book!

boom!

The rotten wooden box that had been unable to be opened for a long time finally opened at this time, revealing the infinite brilliance inside.

That is the power of the primordial spirit of an immortal emperor!

The power of this primordial spirit roared, even in the most terrifying battle in the world, it was able to keep itself indestructible and protect Jiang Wangdao's body.

"Daoist, remember, you owe me once..."

Suddenly, Jiang Wangdao seemed to hear such a voice in his ears.

Afterwards, Jiang Wangdao woke up, his body was already on the verge of death, but luckily he didn't collapse in this immortal emperor-level fight.

Otherwise, even a dead book may not be able to be reborn!

The power of the Immortal Emperor is too terrifying, surpassing Jiang Wangdao too much, and being killed by such power has exceeded the carrying limit of the dead book.

He might literally die!

Cough!

The light of primordial light on Jiang Wangdao's body was blooming and healing his wounds. At the same time, he was also widening his eyes, looking at the war on the long river of time.

Chapter 366 The End of the Chaotic Ancient Era

Emperor Huang Tian experienced the most difficult and craziest battle in his life since then. He drew his sword to a strong man standing above the Immortal Emperor. .

During the battle, Emperor Huangtian kept trying to figure out the aura that could be said to destroy everything and sacrifice everything, and finally had a basic understanding of that realm.

"No!" Suddenly, Emperor Huangtian's eyebrows twitched, and he felt the endless crisis coming, which was enough to kill him!

"Got to go!"

He knew that the strong man above the Immortal Emperor had already noticed him, and if he didn't leave, he might face the Immortal Emperor directly.

It's just that now is not the time...

Emperor Huangtian didn't take a look at Jiang Wangdao, and jumped out of the long river of time, "He transforms into freedom, he transforms into eternity!"

The supreme magic method was cast from the hands of Emperor Huangtian. At this moment, his aura was extremely terrifying, coercing the heavens and the world, and for a long time, he really had a breath of detachment from everything.

Naturally, he didn't want to break through. He was just peeking at a corner of that realm, which was far from being able to break through. He just relied on his method of transforming freedom to transform a trace of the aura revealed by the ancestor.

All this is to attract the attention of that weird ancestor!

As he wished, the gaze of the Immortal Emperor fell on him.

"die!"

The will of the first ancestor broke away from the long river of time and traced back to Emperor Huangtian!

Huang Tiandi's figure also disappeared, and no one could find him.

And Jiang Wangdao also took advantage of this opportunity to directly break the long river of time, and rooted his own karma and destiny in this era!

Boom!

Another powerful force came, and the ancestors were far away, but the strange race is far more than the ancestors!

And this battle shocked the entire strange race, more than one strange emperor made a move, and wanted to kill Jiang Wangdao!

There is no end!Jiang Wangdao gritted his teeth, and threw the rotten wooden box in his hand out. At this moment, the immortal emperor's primordial spirit was burning, bursting out the most terrifying light.

Boom!

The two phases collided, and the long river of time oscillated again. Jiang Wangdao could only use the Nine Heavens Book to protect his body this time, and the Nine Heavens Book was also extremely powerful at this time, blocking the aftermath of the immortal emperor's fight.

It's just that Jiang Wangdao didn't have time to rejoice, an extreme sense of crisis made his body tremble.

A dark and strange celestial light pierced through the light curtain formed by the burning of the immortal emperor's primordial spirit, and shot straight at Jiang Wangdao!

This is the power of the Immortal Emperor!

Jiang Wangdao's eyes turned red in an instant. He used the Nine Heavens Book as a protection, and the most powerful light of the beginning burst out from his body. With the sword of Emperor Huangtian in his hand, he killed it!

Boom!

The Huangtian Emperor's sword order, which had exhausted the power of the Immortal Emperor, failed to repel this ray of immortal light. Instead, it caused Jiang Wangdao's whole body to explode. All kinds of treasures and utensils on his body scattered and fell into the long river of time , Drifting away with the years.

"Ning!" The voice from the rotten wooden box sounded again, and the field of the Immortal Emperor covered Jiang Wangdao's body.

His body recovered and returned to its original state, but the next moment, he exploded again.

This is the field of two kinds of immortal emperors competing, and Jiang Wangdao in the depths is in a state of neither life nor death, and has suffered the most terrifying torture in the world!

The Nine Heavens Book turned into the last barrier in Jiang Wangdao's primordial spirit, protecting his last trace of sobriety.

The immortal emperor's primordial spirit burned for the last time, consuming everything, and erupted with the most terrifying fairy light. At the last moment, he stretched out a hand, fished out Jiang Wangdao's primordial spirit, and stuffed it into the coffin beside him.

"Haha, fight me!"

A wild laughter spread through the long river of time, a figure came from the lower reaches of the long river of time, a sword light cut off the last link between Jiang Wangdao and the strange emperor, and pushed the coffin into the chaotic ancient times!

boom!

The heaven and the earth gave birth to an induction, and endless calamity fell, but it was cut to pieces by the sword of the mad fairy emperor.

The death coffin has completely crashed into the chaos of ancient times.

The battle of the Immortal Emperor will continue, but it will no longer take place on the long river of time, but on the world, where is the battlefield of blood and fire!

……

Boom!

The endless catastrophe plunged the world into unspeakable fear.

All the creatures in the Great Wilderness are deeply dormant in the caves and dare not go out.

"Is Shan Bao born?"

A man wearing animal skin asked, this man's gnarled muscles have already tempered his body to the limit of a mortal.

But in the face of such Tianwei, he was still shivering, almost kneeling on the ground.

"It's not like a mountain treasure, but more like..."

An old man looked at the infinite tribulation thunder in the sky, and his mind was in a daze.

He clearly remembered the same scene on a night decades ago.

In the middle of the night, there were lightning and thunder, heavy rain, and the storm was extremely violent. Many mountains were collapsed by lightning, mountains torrents were like seas, fierce beasts were running wild like tides, and the scene was terrifying.

And how similar is it to the scene decades ago!

Boom!

There was a loud noise, and the whole village was shaken. It seemed that something fell from the sky and hit the side of the village. The terrifying vibration woke everyone up.

The whole village spent the night in fear.

But the darkness will always pass, and the almost infinite tribulation thunder disappeared, and the morning came as promised.

"Yeah, what is this!"

A group of children were quite bold, and gathered around the adults early the next morning, looking at the ancient black coffin dug out of the ground.

"This coffin!" The village chief Tong Kong shrank suddenly, recognizing the extraordinaryness of this ancient coffin, that kind of texture, that kind of metal material, which was countless times more terrifying than the most incredible treasure he had ever seen!

"Drag it to the altar!" The village chief directed some strong young men to move the ancient coffin to a charred willow tree with only one willow branch.

This willow tree is the sacrificial spirit of this village, and it is the foundation to protect this stone village from this dangerous wilderness.

"God Willow, should this ancient coffin go or stay? Please make a major decision for Shicun. We will worship and support you forever." The village chief said loudly towards the charred willow tree, very pious.

At the same time, he made a big salute to the willow tree to show his respect. All the clansmen followed him and prayed in a low voice, hoping that the willow god would point out the way forward and the direction for Shicun.

As the breeze blew, a group of people, men, women and children, all prayed sincerely in front of the charred willow, hoping that it would respond.

However, the willow tree is as silent and quiet as before, and the only tender green branch has long since lost its magic, moving with the wind, and it is ordinary.

The willow branches moved with the breeze, and the spirit within seemed to be hesitating and confirming something.

There was an extremely long silence, and just when everyone thought Willow God would not respond, the dark green willow branch suddenly shone brightly, releasing a soft halo.

The willow branch stretched forward and lightly tapped on the ancient coffin.

Chapter 367 In the chaos of ancient times

The wicker fell on the coffin.

Life and death merged at this moment, and the green fluorescence of life fell on the black coffin.

On the tip of the willow, a green glow spread from the tender bud that was waiting to be released, and a drop of crystal clear liquid dripped from the green glow and penetrated into the coffin.

Hum, a soft buzzing sound came from inside the coffin, and there was a faint light rippling from the death coffin, but it was a pity that the death coffin was not opened, and the wicker was also gently retracted, continuing to move against the wind in the air.

Witnessing this scene, the villagers felt their minds bewildered, that Ji Ling actually responded, and the movements of that tender wicker were obviously controlled by Willow's will.

The village chief knew that God Liu had already given his answer, so he began to let the clansmen retreat and not come near here.

Everyone looked at God Liu in awe, and slowly backed away, and the village soon returned to its former calm.

"What is this?" A group of children looked at the ancient coffin on the altar curiously, and they were very fond of the patterns on it.

On the death coffin made of black gold with dragon patterns as the main body, the traces of Jackie Chan are intertwined, as if wanting to roar to the sky and strike the universe. How many children can resist the temptation of this kind of thing?

One of the little ones sneakily climbed onto the altar, this little one was very cute, as white and tender as a porcelain doll, with twinkling eyes.

At a young age, he still couldn't understand the serious meaning represented by the coffin, and he couldn't resist the desire for beautiful things in his heart.

Or some blessings of fate?

For example, the death coffin will happen to fall in this village, or it will be this little guy who puts his hand on the death coffin.

In short, when the little boy put his hand on the coffin, everything changed.

boom!

The lines on the surface of the coffin activated in an instant, but then faded away, so short that only the wicker and the little one saw what those lines conveyed.

It was a supreme being sitting cross-legged on the Dao platform, preaching and performing, and countless beings with terrifying auras sat quietly under it, listening to its narration of the Supreme Dao.

The void trembled under the sound of the Dao, and endless fragments of the Dao emerged from the original law of the Dao, and were evolved by the tall figure, whether it was fate or time...

The sound of the Dao is rumbling, and all the worlds recite the name of the Daoist!

In the end, a nine-day book in Dao Zun's hand suddenly burst into immortal light, illuminating the heavens.

The next moment, the Daoist seemed to have sensed something, raised his eyes slightly, and looked at Xiaobudian and the willow branch.

"I saw you..." There was a slight exclamation, and everything returned to silence, and there was no movement in the coffin.

The little boy bit his finger, looking yearning, his expression gradually becoming obsessed.

In the small world inside the coffin, Jiang Wangdao also woke up.

The moment Xiaobudian approached, the Huangtian Emperor Sword Token on his body had already sensed the familiar breath, trembling slightly, awakening him who was still asleep.

The Huangtian Emperor Sword Token has now lost the power of the Immortal Emperor, and even its material has collapsed under the impact of the long river of time, leaving only a Dao Yun, imprisoning a drop of blood inside.

After all, it was left by the Immortal Emperor, and it is no worse than the blood that has traveled through countless years in the long river of time.

When Jiang Wangdao woke up, he saw the little one who was only about two or three years old and the willow branches fluttering in the wind.

It's just that he can't get out of the coffin at all now.

The injury he suffered was too severe. Even Emperor Huangtian, who had stepped into the Supreme Immortal Emperor Realm with half his foot, couldn't bear it when he was hit by the Immortal Emperor's blow.

He is only an immortal king, and he was able to survive a single blow from him. It was because of the friendly sponsorship of Brother Digu that he burned the primordial spirit to save it. In addition, he had the Nine Heavens Book to protect the way, so that the primordial spirit was able to survive the endless torture. Retain a sliver of consciousness.

The immortal emperor is best at turning a moment into eternity. God knows how many times he has been smashed to pieces after being caught in the field of the two immortal emperors.

That tugging caused terrible damage to his primordial spirit, and he couldn't even fully recover from the dead book and dead coffin.

"It's miserable. Except for the death coffin and the Nine Heavens Book, all my other things are scattered in the long river of time. Who knows which era it will fall in?"

Especially those four Dao Nian seeds...