Chapter 474 One Man's Struggle

"Win!"

Everyone was very excited.

So far, the ten great ancestors of the strange tribe, the ten road-ending ones, and the Dao ancestors were all suppressed or killed by the Perfect World.

On the Golden World Tree, countless ancient worlds were full of jubilation.

However, Wang Heng and Shi Hao did not smile, but their faces were extremely heavy and covered with dark clouds.

In the dark, a terrifying feeling emerged in their hearts, as if a huge shadow covered the sky and the sun, covering everything.

"Brother, is this the chess player you mentioned?" Shi Hao said, looking at the vast world outside the Perfect World. He could feel that this ominous feeling came from there.

Wang Heng nodded.

"When all the chess pieces on the chessboard are eaten, the chess player should go down in person." He replied calmly, having expected this moment.

Wang Heng did not retreat. The moment he killed the last ancestor, he was locked by a supreme will. There was no point in leaving.

"I will join hands with my senior brother. At the very least, we can hold out for a while. When the seeds of the sacrificial way grow up, we can reverse the situation." Shi Hao said.

He held the wild sword in his hand, and the power of the sacrificial way was released from his whole body. Even his hair was bright gold, which was incomparably powerful.

However, Wang Heng shook his head.

"Junior brother, I'm sorry, this time... you can't fight side by side with me."

The ten great ancestors have died. Next, Gao Yuanzhi will personally take action. This is not something that the ten great ancestors can compare to.

It is very simple for Gao Yuanzhi to create creatures of the level of the ancestors. Under the permafrost that never melts, countless ancient corpses are buried. At that time, there will be endless enemies coming out. Shi Hao stayed and stood side by side with Wang Heng. The only ending is death, which is the fall.

Wang Heng wanted to take the endless civilization of the perfect world and his relatives and friends and flee far away. If possible, he would not stay to fight this battle that was bound to die.

However, the will of the plateau locked him. This was a force beyond the sacrificial way, and there was no solution. Between Wang Heng and Shi Hao, it chose Wang Heng.

Because after seeing through the past, present and future years, Wang Heng was regarded as the man behind the scenes and the leader of the perfect camp.

Shi Hao hesitated to speak. He couldn't bear to watch Wang Heng fight alone, and he didn't want to.

However, out of his conviction in Wang Heng, his senior brother, Shi Hao did not refute him, but only asked Wang Heng the reason.

"Endless years ago, a creature that surpassed the sacrificial path lived on that plateau, and finally died on that plateau. His ashes created the plateau, giving it the quality above the sacrificial path and giving birth to some hazy will.

The so-called ancestor is just a chess piece of this will. The will of the plateau is the ultimate black hand. As long as it wants, it can create a group of ancestors in an instant. Whether you stay or not, it can't change the result.

Go, take the golden world tree, escape into the endless turbulence of time and space, and keep the last hope." Wang Heng said calmly.

At this moment, he has no fear or indignation, but an unprecedented peace.

Dreaming back to the ancient immortals, starting from a ten-year-old boy, rising all the way, and killing to this point now, he does not belong to this world, just like a butterfly, flapping its wings, bringing endless changes to this world.

He made the ancient immortals live forever and changed the fate of being ended. He made the foreign lands evolve peacefully, without dissipating or turning into the dust of history. He made the immortals united and fought against the darkness. He promoted the Four Realms Alliance. He strangled the Great Reckoning in the cage and unified the heavens. He pacified the black disaster and opened up a perfect world. He passed down the Qi Refining Method, which had a profound impact on future generations...

One by one, Wang Heng did what he thought was right and persisted until the end. Perhaps, death will come, but he has left his footprints, which are the endless legends about Emperor Hengtian.

The only thing that Wang Heng was reluctant to leave was his relatives and friends. Unfortunately, time did not allow him to say goodbye.

He was afraid that the plateau would affect these people.

Sure enough, in the endless and distant land, a vast and boundless plateau issued a terrifying whistle. The chess player was finally going to make a move.

Wang Heng sighed, turned around and faced the darkness. Holding a halberd, he killed the evil spirits and demons in the sky, leaving only a lonely and majestic back to the world. At this moment, he was like a towering peak, blocking the torrent and holding up a piece of sky for the creatures in the perfect world.

"Brother..."

Looking at Wang Heng's back, Shi Hao's eyes were a little wet. He wanted to stay and fight against his brother side by side, but reason told him that it was time to go.

A momentary impulse would only leave all the creatures on the Golden World Tree to be buried with him.

"Take care."

Shi Hao said goodbye in a low voice, turned around and returned to the World Tree with tears.

In the endless ancient world in the Golden World Tree, countless creatures looked at the scene of Emperor Huang Tian crying and turning around, and they vaguely guessed everything in their hearts.

At this moment, all the spirits cried, and countless creatures shouted the name of Emperor Heng Tian. That voice penetrated the past, present and future, and resounded in every corner of the long river of time.

"Heng'er!"

On a piece of golden leaf, Wang Gen and Wu Qing's eyes were already sparkling with tears. They cried and laughed at the same time, with pride and pride in their sadness.

They really owed this parent and son too much. He was only ten years old and was allowed to venture into the Three Realms alone. He should have been the prince of the Immortal King, enjoying the spotlight, but he was walking alone on a rugged road.

Whenever Wang Gen thought of this, he would feel endless self-blame in his heart.

Fortunately, Wang Heng worked hard and surpassed his master, achieving the supreme reputation of Emperor Hengtian.

It's a pity that the separation came so quickly that there was no time to say goodbye.

"Invincible..."

The Lord of the Forbidden Zone sat beside a chessboard, his white clothes fluttering, and his elegance was unparalleled. Two Taoist children stood behind him, and two cups of tea were placed on the chessboard.

One cup was in front of the Lord of the Forbidden Zone, and the other was placed opposite, facing the direction where Wang Heng left. The cups were steaming, the rules of the avenue were boiling, and the golden swords and iron horses were swallowing thousands of miles. It told the picturesque mountains and rivers, the splendor of the ancient immortals, and also told the tragic songs of the prosperous times, the emperor's fall and the people's sorrow.

He was still used to calling Wang Heng's Qi body by his name, and he would never forget the day when Gu Wudi entered the Cross Yin-Yang Forbidden Zone.

"Evergjin!"

Luo Mo and Wu Xing called out the name of Wang Heng's spirit body, and they couldn't help but recall that a human boy once entered the God of War Academy with a dragon and phoenix auspicious map on his back...

The two immortal kings had competed for this disciple, and in the end, both became his masters.

Evergjin was the one they watched grow up, and they gave him endless support along the way. After Evergrande rose, he also gave them unimaginable rewards.

When Wang Heng's three bodies merged into one, the two immortal kings were shocked, but they never had any hostility towards him, even though Wang Heng came from the primitive ancient world.

"Can I hear you call us Master again?" Luo Mo and Wu Xing felt sad, and they wanted to go back to that unforgettable time.

"Husband."

Qingyue and Haoxuan stood side by side. One was elegant and refined, like a fairy from a painting. The other was graceful and beautiful, stunning the whole country. They were the two empresses of Wang Heng. Seeing Wang Heng walking alone and fighting against the enemies alone, they burst into tears and felt pain in their hearts. They only hated themselves for not being strong enough to accompany the king.

"Father!"

Gengtian called out softly. At this moment, he was also blaming himself for not being able to stand by his father and fight side by side with him.

"Senior Brother..."

"Junior Brother..."

The Thunder Emperor, who was already the strongest, and Aogu, Ruofeng...Biyu, Dugu Che, Shi Yi and others from the Cross Yin-Yang Forbidden Zone, all watched Wang Heng go away.

The strong men in the four realms, including the Immortal Realm, the Primitive Ancient Realm, the Foreign Realm, and the Burial Realm, all recalled the glorious years. It was the history of the rise of a young man divided into three, and it was a myth and legend of an unparalleled prodigy dominating the three realms.

The corpse, the footprint emperor, and all the creatures that walked out of Wang Heng's body all silently chanted Wang Heng's name in their hearts, hoping to see this majestic figure again in the future.

"Boom!"

Shi Hao made a move. Under the power of the sacrificial way, the golden world tree rose from the ground, and the whole tree was glowing, spewing out endless chaotic energy.

He swung the wild sword and slashed it fiercely. The sword light was too grand. This sword involved years, fate and cause and effect, and it was going to cut off everything.

At the same time, the halberd in Wang Heng's hand also slashed fiercely in that direction. The halberd light was blazing, and it was filled with the energy that surpassed the sacrificial way.

With a halberd and a sword, all traces of the golden world tree left in this world were cut off, and then the golden light flashed away.

Shi Hao, the golden world tree, and countless creatures in the perfect world all disappeared and rushed into the endless turbulence of time and space. Even the will of the plateau and the ancestor could not find them.

Wang Heng also met his opponents. They were a group of real evil spirits, extremely ancient. They had disheveled hair and looked like corpses. They wore ancient clothes from an unknown era and attacked Wang Heng with their fangs and claws.

Each of them had the power of the ancestor level, and they were all at the level of the Taoist priest.

There were dozens of them in front of Wang Heng alone. Tall and terrifying black shadows were walking towards him. The situation was extremely terrifying.

Compared with this scene, the so-called seven ancestors descending the plateau was nothing.

All the mummified evil spirits came from the majestic plateau, which was covered with a layer of mist all year round, so thick that it could not be dissolved.

It was not until Wang Heng and Shi Hao took action and killed the ten ancestors that the mist dispersed for the first time. Then the will of the plateau awakened and locked onto Wang Heng directly.

Next, the plateau cracked, and a large number of corpses rushed out from under the frozen soil that had never melted. Under the effect of the original matter, they became terrifying warriors of the same level as the ancestors, and then, driven by the will of the plateau, they killed Wang Heng.

"Puff!"

Wang Heng swung the halberd in his hand, expressionless, and fought fiercely in the torrent of evil spirits.

He represented the ultimate combat power in this field, even if there were countless ancestors in front of him, he was not afraid.

This was a battle that belonged to Wang Heng alone, and he was fighting alone. Behind him and beside him, there were no more living creatures standing. The world was vast, and there was only Wang Heng himself, without any help.

He seemed to know no fatigue, knocking down one ancestor-level dry corpse after another, and without any delay, he displayed the aura that surpassed the sacrifice of the Tao, and extinguished their origins.

If any of the ten ancestors were still alive at this moment, they would be shocked beyond words when seeing the horrifying scene of this living being slaughtering the ancestral-level mummy, and would frown at their own foolish idea of ​​wanting to kill Wang Heng earlier.

There is no doubt that this is a world-shaking battle. The strongest sacrificial Dao fights against the ancestral torrent. Each of their attacks will shake the world, and the world will fall in pieces, turning into a dream bubble.

Countless civilizations born in this era have sensed the breath of this battle, as if the end of the world has come. All living things are in a panic, not knowing what is happening and who is fighting with whom.

Wang Heng is invincible, with a halberd opening the sky, and forcibly killing a bloody path in the ancestral torrent.

One by one, the mummies of the ancestral level fell under his halberd and were wiped out by his palm. Along the way, the number of ancestral mummies he killed has long exceeded ten, and it is still rising at a speed visible to the naked eye.

All the fruits of his life are reflected in this battle.

Despite this, Wang Heng was still injured. With the blood of the sacrificial Dao dripping, one drop can evolve into an infinite world and interpret the long river of time.

His steps became heavy, no longer as light as at the beginning, and every step he took would leave a bloody footprint in the void space.

There was also a gap in his halberd. There were too many ancestor-level mummies. When he chopped down one, another one came, as if there were endless.

This was the longest and most dangerous road Wang Heng had walked since he started practicing Taoism.

He started from the Perfect World, killed all the way to the Great Thousand World, and from the Great Thousand World, he fought all the way into the Sea of ​​Sacrifice.

Here, many strange things were lying around, all of which were the horrible results caused by the Great Sacrifice.

The claws, scales, and nails of the Road End-level creatures, as well as the time disordered land, all kinds of strange lands that violated the principles of the rules of the Great Dao...

Wang Heng ignored everything, covered in blood, holding a halberd, and blasted the way forward.

In the process, he also pulled the full bow of the sacrifice, bursting out arrows at the level of the sacrifice, blasting one mummies and evil ghosts after another.

I don’t know how long the battle lasted, how many ancestor-level mummies and evil ghosts he wiped out, Wang Heng finally killed the source of all the weirdness.

It was a majestic and unimaginable plateau, with a quality above the sacrificial road. Endless ancestor mummies rushed out from under the plateau.

Wang Heng dragged his tired and bloody body and stood in front of the plateau. The two chess players stood face to face.

"I have to say that you are one of the most special creatures I have ever seen. If you are given time, you may really be able to match that person. It's a pity that if you are my enemy, you are destined to die.

Even if you spend a huge price to kill here, what can you do? You just got a ticket to see me." A ethereal voice came from the end of the plateau.