On the top of the Nine Demons Mountain, the strong wind blew.

The bloody man emitted an extremely rotten and ancient aura.

His eyes were not at all focused, but at this moment, Chen Ran could clearly feel the bloody man looking at him.

"boom!"

Without any hesitation, Chen Ran retreated wildly and instantly left the Nine Demon Mountain.

The clouds and mist here are insurmountable barriers for Duanmu and other tribes, but when Chen Ran penetrated through the clouds and mist, he knew that this was just an extremely ancient illusory formation. As long as he could see through the great way and mystery, it would be easy to pass through.

At this moment, the bloody man brought Chen Ran to an extremely dangerous feeling.

If he was still staying in Nine Demon Mountain, he would definitely not be the opponent of the Blood Man. Even if he did not use the power of the heavens, he would be suppressed by the Blood Man.

The bloody man did not move and allowed Chen Ran to leave.

He just looked at Chen Ran from afar, and even did not move any more than his previous turn.

Gradually, the snowflakes that were originally floating on the top of the mountain fell downwards.

The bone-broken chill enveloped the huge Jiumo Mountain.

At this moment, the divine cultivators of the three Duanmu clans all trembled and felt the coldness.

"What is this?" They were a little furious. Although they couldn't see through the top of the Nine Demons, they were a little panicked.

"I always feel that some old monster has woken up..." A monk from the Shentu clan swallowed.

They were surprised, but this feeling was fleeting and there was not much attention.

At this moment, the power of the blood man was gathered on Chen Ran.

Chen Ran's pupils shrank and stared.

He couldn't see through this bloody man.

"It has both resentment and innate pure thoughts. It seems that he should be a strong man in his lifetime. Or rather, he has never died at all."

Chen Ran was on guard.

Soon, the bloody man walked out of the Nine Demon Mountain in one step.

In an instant, he appeared in front of Chen Ran.

The blood is three thousand feet long, like blood smoke soaring into the sky.

Just standing gives people a sense of unparalleledness.

"A few years of spring and autumn, this year's era has begun to return to its ancestors. Has the myth of ancient gods been reappeared?" He stared at Chen Ran and spoke hoarsely.

"The ancient gods divided into all races and never returned to ancient times." Chen Ran was shocked and decided to chat with him, perhaps he could know something.

The blood man was silent, and his whole body was filled with bleak thoughts.

"It seems I shouldn't have woken up yet," he sighed.

"Who are you?" Chen Ran asked in a deep voice.

"A sinner who should have died in history..." the blood man said hoarsely, then turned around.

"This era does not belong to you. The way of heaven is ignored, and it is difficult to survive innately. True glory still needs to be tempered by years..."

He said, stepping into the top of Nine Demon Mountain in one step.

At this point, I returned to peace.

Chen Ran didn't break the casserole and asked to the end, but there was a lot of thought in his eyes.

"The times are not right..."

Chen Ran murmured.

These words were enough to remind him of a lot.

"It seems...the ancient gods are not all loyal to the way of heaven..."

If the blood man said it was true, then it would naturally be the ancient god who defied the heavenly way, just like the Haoran righteous god I had seen before.

Chen Ran's eyes became deep.

"The battle of heaven is getting more and more interesting!"

A smile appeared on Chen Ran's lips.

Chen Ran also felt much more relaxed when he removed all the fates of the heavens.

He is no longer heavy, no longer sad.

The battle of heaven is something he must complete, but he also lets him enjoy it.

Once upon a time, he also had the desire to pursue strength.

Because of hatred, this powerful desire has become a necessary mission and unwillingness.

He lost himself.

And now, he feels that he is gradually finding himself back.

That is...the innocent thought of standing proudly at the peak!

"I, Chen Ran, will no longer be imprisoned by layers of shackles. In this world of heaven, I can pursue the strength and peak that I have forgotten for too long." Chen Ran smiled casually, with too much heroism and freedom.

...

A month passed by with the Nine Demon Mountain.

The Shentu and Yuwen tribes were somewhat disappointed, after all, they saw Chen Ran's earth-shaking means.

They regretted not talking to Chen Ran.

The Duanmu clan hoped that there would be divine objects in the divine wood dug out by Qi Mu, and rushed back to the ancient wood divine kingdom.

Chen Ran...of course, he followed.

After all, the young man who had inspired Haoran's character was the divine cultivator of the Duanmu clan. He felt that he needed to get in touch with this young man Chen Ran.

Soon, the Duanmu clan and his party returned to the ancient wood god kingdom.

Above the void, Chen Ran looked at this ancient divine kingdom from afar.

Wherever you see is the towering city wall, followed by dense sacred trees.

All ancient cities and villages are built in sacred trees.

It is said that the Fengshen Wood in the ancient wood god kingdom accounts for at least two-thirds of the entire Moon God Continent.

Chen Ran could also feel a lot of mixed airflow when he looked at it, which was blended with the heaven and earth, and was different from the heaven and earth. Ordinary divine masters could not feel it at all.

"Cultivate the body of the God King here, and then go to the Ancient Moon God City to participate in the God King War! Since the old talisman predicts that something will happen in the God King War, we naturally have to go and have a look!" Chen Ran set a goal.

The divine body transforms into the divine king body, and the power consumed in it is definitely a hundred times... or even a thousand times that of the past. After all, Chen Ran is changing his destiny against the will of heaven, and the power required naturally increases exponentially.

Then Chen Ran looked down and deep in his eyes appeared.

The young man who was tempted by a strong character was surrounded by three young men from the Duanmu clan.

The three men were filled with contempt and sarcasm, while the young man clenched his fists with great reluctance, his eyes full of unyielding.

"Dunmu Chilian, do you think Miss Duanmu Li will admit your identity if she asked you to follow this time?" A man sneered.

"I don't need her to admit it!" the boy called Duanmu Chilian shouted.

But the next moment.

"Bang!"

A man kicked Duanmu Chilian away.

"puff!"

Duanmu Chi practices vomiting blood.

He wanted to stand up angrily, but he stepped on him directly to the ground with one foot.

"Dunmu Chilian, you must always remember that you are just the illegitimate son of the patriarch, and you will never be recognized by everyone in your life. You can only live in a humble way. You have nothing except Duanmu's surname!" Several men sneered and kicked Duanmu Chilian a few more times.

Then, they left and treated Duanmu Chilian like wild dogs on the side of the road.

Duanmu Chilian curled up, his eyes full of anger and indomitableness.

"I, Duanmu Chilian, will never be able to live alone for the rest of my life!" He had firmness in his eyes and clenched his fists tightly.

He is the illegitimate son of the contemporary Duanmu clan leader. His mother was extremely humble and died when she gave birth to him. Although he was named Duanmu, he was never recognized as a divine cultivator of the Duanmu clan.

Duanmu Chi Lian was naturally unwilling to accept this, but due to his lack of qualifications and shortage of resources, his practice was extremely slow and ordinary after all.

"Mom, I will be strong and make everyone who looks down on me look at me with admiration!" He growled in a little depression.

Chen Ran witnessed everything in the sky, his eyes were indifferent.

In this world, there are too many miserable people.

Some are still struggling, some have fallen down, while some are struggling, but they are covered in scars.
To be continued...