Chapter 1653 Ancestor Cang Ming, the Final Trump Card

"It's Jiang Taichu's voice!"

"He's not dead yet!"

At this moment, many of the Immortal Ruins monks seemed to have been struck by lightning, standing there stunned in disbelief.

"Dinghai!"

They saw that as Jiang Tian let out a soft drink, the supremely terrifying Dinghaishen was unleashed, instantly covering the entire sky over the ruins.

The vitality, vegetation, flowing clouds, and even space are all frozen.

The whirlpool of laws and avenues that were originally spinning suddenly became motionless, like abstract paintings. Even the falling or rolling bodies of the God Emperor were frozen. On the broken heads, one can still see the determination, tranquility and even relief before they died.

"Taotie!"

Jiang Tian drank again.

Boom!

A black Taotie appeared, as strong as a mountain, but with a head and especially a bigger mouth, and an extremely greedy look in its eyes. It was the manifestation of the Taotie God.

"Start eating!"

Taotie shook his head and rolled, turning into a huge black hole with unparalleled devouring power. It only took dozens of fingertips to swallow up all the laws and avenues.

Then, it turned into a black light and poured into Jiang Tian's divine disk.

"Okay, the souls, blood, laws and avenues of many God Emperors are all mine! The key is that they have also absorbed the blood of tens of millions of people, which is the supreme qualification. It is enough for me to be promoted to Nascent Soul. Four floors!”

A trace of satisfaction appeared on Jiang Tian's face, and he nodded secretly.

No matter how strong Jiang Tian's mood is, he cannot abandon the seven emotions and six desires and cut off all emotional causes and effects. Swallowing the life essence and blood of tens of millions of civilians may also cause his Taoist heart to become unstable and demonic thoughts to breed, which can easily lead to inner demon tribulation and become a stumbling block on Jiang Tian's cultivation path.

But after many gods and emperors went through this, it would be wonderful. Jiang Tian will not have any inner demons at all. After all, he was not the one who killed the person. After all, he had killed many God Emperors and avenged the poor people of Xudu.

In the sky, there were gloomy clouds and thunder and lightning.

Above the Immortal Ruins, the laws wailed and the avenues trembled.

Many god emperors have fallen, Jiang Tian has devoured too many laws and avenues alone, heaven and man are interacting, and the world is already angry and sad.

Lead clouds piled up and heavy rain fell. Jiang Tian stood proudly in the void, his long black coat like a flag, making him look like a demon and a god, which was extremely shocking.

"All the emperors of the gods were killed by him alone!"

"No, to be precise, many god emperors have sensed that they are no match for Jiang Taichu, and have chosen to self-destruct their gods to die with Jiang Taichu, but they still failed!"

At this time, the entire Immortal Ruins and hundreds of millions of monks and mortals were all terrified and dumbfounded.

Each of the God-Emperors of the past dynasties was extremely talented and powerful in cultivation. Each of them worked hard to govern, cultivate civil and martial arts, and made great achievements, making them famous throughout the ages.

The emperor's power reaches the heavens and the earth!

The imperial power is unmatched in the world!

All the emperors of the past dynasties took action against Jiang Tian. What a luxurious lineup this was. It can be said that it is rare throughout the ages.

Moreover, they also borrowed the flesh and blood of tens of millions of people in Xudu to forcibly improve their cultivation level and restore them to their peak state.

It was equivalent to many divine emperors in their prime, crossing time and space, and attacking Jiang Tian together.

The monks in the Immortal Ruins all thought that Jiang Taichu would definitely die and were full of confidence.

But I never expected that this would be the result.

"This, how is this possible?"

Fairy Yulian felt cold all over her body, as if she had fallen into an ice cellar, her pretty face turned white, and she could not stand still.

Reality is so cruel.

This Jiang Taichu is simply a legendary immortal. No matter what methods the Xianxu Dynasty uses or what trump cards they overturn, Jiang Taichu calmly resolves them and handles them easily!

As if forever invincible.

At this time, she felt that the Jiang Tian she was facing was not at the same level as her! The Immortal Ruins monks are ants!

At this time, the entire Xuhuang Palace was filled with deathly silence.

Some slight sobs sounded, and someone was crying, like a wounded beast, like a scared and helpless baby, endless tragedy and despair.

It’s a hanging pot offering wine!

"Uuuuuuuuuuah! We lost! Ninety million living people, our kind, feed on blood! We still lose!"

"What a miserable loss! Even the nine divine emperors lost together!"

"He didn't lie. What he said to the Master was true. He must be an immortal! We provoked someone we shouldn't provoke! Tens of thousands of years ago, when we set foot in the Immortal Ruins, our present day was doomed. The end! Subjugation of the country, genocide, and genocide!”

At this time, he was lying on the ground, his hair disheveled, shivering, snot and tears rolling down his nose, his forehead touching the ground, his hands holding his hair and holding his head, crying and laughing, his eyes were glazed over, like a mad dog.

"He's crazy?"

Prince Xiahe was full of sadness and sympathy.

"He's crazy!"

The other person nodded firmly.

Hanging a pot to offer wine, he was originally a miracle doctor, as famous as the God of Medicine. He is kind-hearted, loves life, loves the magic of nature, always leaves food for rats, and cherishes moths without lighting a lamp.

He is not even willing to kill an ant. He has seen tens of millions of lives destroyed in an instant. How serious an impact will that have on him?

"He's crazy!"

Tianhe Xingjun's face was cold, and his magical power suddenly exploded, pointing towards Xuan Hu.

Xuan Hu spurted blood from his seven orifices and fell to the ground.

Everyone was silent, numb to death.

"Even if Jiang Taichu can defeat the Poxudu Formation, how can he be the ancestor's opponent?"

At this time, Tianhe Xingjun said softly again.

"Are you talking about Patriarch Cangming?" Prince Xiahe said with a frightened expression.

"What? Ancestor Cang Ming is not dead?"

Some princes exclaimed and couldn't believe it.

Ancestor Cang Ming was a strong man who accompanied the old Xu Emperor to conquer the world. He was once invincible and swept through thousands of armies. His tyrannical strength shocked the past and the present and shook the world! His status was, in a nutshell, far higher than Master Yusheng, Sword God and Tianhe Xingjun.

Otherwise, with his noble status as Lord Tianhe, how could he be called the ancestor?

However, many people heard that they could not withstand the erosion of time, their longevity was exhausted, and they died.

"Are we going to resurrect the general this time?"

Prince Xiahe's voice trembled and he looked extremely excited.

A royal looked at some princes who did not know the inside story and explained softly:

"This is top secret. Most people don't know the trump card of our dynasty! The ancestor of Cang Ming is not really dead. It's just that his life span is approaching and his magic power cannot be used easily. He is sealed in the divine source as the final foundation. Originally, it was When faced with the crisis of world destruction, it is used to deal with outside monks. Now, I am afraid that it has to be broken out!"

"There is nothing we can do about this. Jiang Taichu is too strong and cruel. We must put everything on the line! This is our last trump card!"

Tianhe Xingjun sighed, but his eyes were filled with boundless determination.

At this time, he knelt on the ground towards the north of the city, where the Mu Ling Ancestral Peak was located, and shouted loudly: "Ancestor, please come out of the mountain! The disaster of annihilation has arrived!"

When he finished speaking.

Boom!

An unimaginable momentum rose into the sky.

It made the entire Xudu, and even half of the Immortal Ruins, tremble.

"Ancestor? Which ancestor is it? How can anyone let Xingjun call him ancestor!"

Throughout the land of Immortal Ruins, countless monks, regardless of Yuanying, Jindan, or even transformed gods, all kowtowed to the ground, feeling suspicious and shocked in their hearts.

"That is!"

Everyone was shocked and looked at each other.

Boom!

The Mu Ling Ancestral Peak is over ten thousand feet high, with green mountains and green hills. It is so dangerous and majestic that it looks like a solitary peak piercing the sky.

Suddenly, light burst out, illuminating the sky and dimming even the stars.

Those are countless principles, roaring and trembling. The fragments of the avenue are floating and sinking, like diamonds and fairy gold, crystal clear, shining brightly, shining like stars. Countless patterns and talismans seemed to be activated, all glowing with light.

The palaces like the divine palaces of the fairy palace are all blooming with auspicious colors, breathing in the rays of light, as if they have awakened and are welcoming their masters.

"Could it be that the old Xu Emperor was born?"

Countless monks and mortals stared at the light curtain, their eyes fixed, and their hearts shocked.

"Or the predecessors of the Ruins Emperor?"

Some people even suspected that he was an old monster from the Mu Ling Star era and the Overlord era.

How high is the position of Lord Tianhe?

That is one of the three giants who can keep pace with the Master and the Sword God.

Even the emperors of the past generations obeyed his advice because he had assisted them.

To be called an ancestor by Tianhe Xingjun, obviously, ordinary ancestors are not enough.

"Even if he is not the old Ruins Emperor, he is still one of his contemporaries, or even his ancestors!"

At this moment, in the Falling Immortal Sea, the atmosphere was extremely depressing. Yun Zhongzi's face was extremely solemn and he spoke slowly.

It was true that when this ancestor was born, his aura was too terrifying.

At this time, many dragon veins were spitting out tens of thousands of feet of spiritual energy, like a long river, like a waterfall, rushing towards the Xuhuang Palace and towards the Mu Ling Ancestral Mountain.

The nine dragon veins all trembled and roared, and even the sound of dragon roars from ancient times could be heard, as if the nine dragons were resurrected and guarded the orb.

"Huh? Isn't it an old monster who has returned to reality in half a step?"

Jiang Tian looked a little surprised.

Jiang Tian had studied the aura of the Immortal Ruins, and found that it was still too thin. Even if he fished in the marsh, he could not deduce the Returning Saint. This shows that the Ruins Emperor's cultivation is likely to stop at transforming into a god.

However, even if the old Ruins Emperor was resurrected, Jiang Tian was not afraid at all.

Although he had been in seclusion for only seven days, he had already reached the third level of the Nascent Soul, and had developed several peerless supernatural powers with the help of the Heavenly Sword. The trump card at the bottom of the box was prepared for the Saint of Returning to the Void.

The use of these peerless magical powers will of course cost one's life and even shorten one's lifespan, but the matter is urgent and there is no need to worry too much.

"Even if the old monster returns to the void, I will kill it with one sword!"

Jiang Tian's eyes were firm and his face was as cold as iron.

boom!

Like the aura of a prehistoric wild beast, it erupted at the Wood Spirit Ancestral Peak. It started from the Yuanying, broke through the late Yuanying, reached the peak of the Yuanying, reached the Transformation God, and then climbed all the way up, seemingly endless.

While Jiang Tian was waiting with his eyebrows furrowed, suddenly, this aura suddenly disappeared.

Click!

At the top of Mu Ling Ancestral Peak, the ancient door opened, and out came a man shrouded in dark and cold armor, even his face was covered, wearing a scarlet-like blood cloak, wearing rusty bronze combat boots, and carrying The air of death and filth is so dense that it looks like a ghost general coming out of the Nine Nether Hell.