One Piece: Flowing Blade-Like Flame

Zhang Yang's cultivation base is getting higher and higher, and he finally takes control of the entire world, condensing the luck of this world. Everyone thinks that he will call himself the first generation of wild gods, but he did not do so, he just said lightly :"I do not deserve."

Then he gave all this luck to his brother.

The first generation of Desolate God appeared, and quickly surpassed his younger brother because of luck.

The two finally walked out of this world to the outside world, leaving their prestigious names in many worlds.

When they got old, they began to prepare for the funeral, and finally they had a dispute over an issue.

Huangshen always believed that the luck of the heaven and earth belonged to the desert clan and could not be given to outsiders, while Zhang Yang believed that the luck of heaven and earth could not always be a race, and would change like a dynasty and could never be eternal.

The **** of desolation didn't believe it, he worked hard to spread his soul, and divided the soul into tens of millions of pieces at the expense of his life. While sealing the world, he also made it impossible for all foreigners to repair the famine.

It was naturally impossible for Zhang Yang to stop, he buried his brother.

Just when he was about to die of old age, a mysterious figure suddenly came to the desert clan, extracted his soul for sacrifice, and then sealed it in the banner of ten thousand souls. Since then, the picture has been broken.

Zhang Yang's consciousness regained his consciousness. He knew that the younger brother in his mind was not himself, but Huang Sheng.

His body at this time was no longer hurt by the energy light source, and quietly stopped. Except for the pubic area and head that he was guarding, all the other body limbs and organs disappeared.

He can feel the cordiality and obedience from the energy in those white light clusters. He understands that as long as his will is firm, he can become the son of the desolate god.

Huang was born because of me, this realm was realized by Huangsheng, and it does contain grandeur. This generation of Gods of the Wild was born because of me, and I do what I want. If I don't want to, I can do it for anyone.

Zhang Yang is the next person who has the opportunity to become the supreme existence of the desert clan.

He no longer has a hand, but he stretched out a hand in his mind, and a substantial touch came, which was the gentleness and warmth of the white light group.

"Do you really want to be the son of the **** of desolation?"

Zhang Yang’s eyes were perplexed. He was a little puzzled and couldn’t figure it out. Once he became the son of the Desolate God, he would have to bear the fate of the Desolate Clan’s rise and fall, and his shoulders had to provoke the entire Desolate Clan, which was hundreds of millions or even hundreds of millions. A race of billions and tens of billions!

With so many people on his shoulders, can he bear it?

It was like countless shackles made up of iron chains, threaded into his collarbone, leg bones, and hand bones. Every time he moved, he had to consider whether he felt pain and how much pain he would have.

He was thinking, he was silent.

The energy light group would not give him time to think about it. After he felt that state, the wisps of power began to fuse with him, slowly growing fresh flesh and blood.

The five internal organs appeared, the torso appeared, the arms appeared, and the legs appeared. Along with the integrity of the body, a powerful force that was reborn after death overwhelmed the publicity.

A picture appeared in his mind, still the blood-red earth and blood-red sky. He stood on a majestic mountain, standing with his chest and abdomen, standing with his hands down, looking down, countless people of the deserted tribe kneeling. On the ground, bow his head respectfully.

Even the wasteland grass can only rush to the ground to show respect, and even the countless stars, sun and moon on that day, all appear together at this time, focusing the dazzling light on Zhang Yang.

What glory and power is this?

But Zhang Yang just watched calmly with no expression on his face, without a trace of the cordial feeling of seeing the tribe.

At this time, in the outside world, the rays of stars in the sky became more and more fierce, and rainbows of seven colors hung all over the sky. It was very beautiful. The earth was trembling slightly, exuding excitement with the sky, and it seemed that something joyful happened. (...)

Everyone felt this scene in a daze and horror. For the first time, they noticed the emotions flooding between the heaven and the earth, as if the heaven and the earth were not dead, but living beings with spirit.

This feeling makes them worried and frightened. If the world is alive, don't they always be stared at by a pair of invisible eyes?

This feeling makes them uncomfortable, as if they are a frog at the bottom of the well all year round, thinking that the tiny place in the well is everything, that is, the sky. Only they know all their secrets, and they don’t know that there is always there on the top of the well. The indifferent eyes looked mercilessly.

At the same time, they were confused by the excitement, excitement, and the emotion of finding the owner, and they didn't know what happened.

"Is that mysterious man dead?"

"Tianyi are they dead?"

"Is today's vision of heaven and earth related to the Tongtian Mountain?"

Snake Spirit stood gloomily with several peak masters. They couldn't be in a good mood because their proud disciples were implicated. At this time, they felt that the abnormality between the heavens and the earth was even more gloomy, and the murderous intent of the dual purpose seemed to become real . ..