The falling snow on the top of Taibai Mountain was stirred up by the surging air waves.

Crystal clear snowflakes drift in the wind.

Snowflakes were flying, and on the top of the mountain with silver light, Ji Man stood among the crowd that had fallen to the ground.

In the land of the dragon plate, all beasts bow their heads.

He looked at everyone with a sad face.

Although he stood proudly on the spot, he felt a sense of worry.

Everyone fell to the ground and no one dared to move.

No one can tell what this person is thinking.

“Too weak!”

Ji Man sighed, his voice hoarse and vicissitudes of life, which was what he said more than once.

The more he emphasizes it, it shows how much he attaches importance to this issue.

This is likely to be the depression of something important.

Just in silence.

At this time, Beard Ming, wearing a military uniform, struggled to slowly get up.

He was suffering everywhere.

I felt like I was about to fall apart.

But he still tried hard to support his body, slowly raised his head and looked at Ji Man, who had a sad face in the distance, with a sad face:

"Myth, it has been gone for hundreds of years and has changed. The mainstream of the world is technology now. Our weapons are mainly technological weapons. If you want to find an opponent, you can wait for a few years. People in the world will definitely not disappoint you."

"How many years do you have to wait?"

Ji Man didn't even look at Hu Ziming. He just shook his head quietly and sighed softly:

"I'm not waiting for time."

He slowly turned around and walked under the ancient tree where he had stood up.

The green leaves on the trees look shining brightly under the golden light that appears in the clouds.

The breathing of the people present is clearly heard on the top of the mountain.

It was not until Ji Man walked to the place where he got up that he slowly turned around and did it cross-legged.

"Do you know the Battle of the Heavenly Seal of Kunlun Mountain seven hundred years ago?"

His voice was filled with the vicissitudes of time, and it was a feeling of memories.

Everyone looked at each other, but no one spoke.

Ji Man said to himself:

"It was a great war. Before this war, we fought for hundreds of years and finally decided to fight one battle."

"In the legend, this happened in the early Ming Dynasty?"

Zhang Tianquan slowly supported his body and leaned on the rock behind him.

His internal organs were traumatized, and he could feel the pain in his lungs when he spoke.

Ji Man under the canopy of the ancient tree shook his head gently and said:

"No, to be precise, the Ming Dynasty was not established at that time, and that war would only lead to the Ming Dynasty. If it could not be won, everything in this world would be different. When the King of Wu took Ming as the country's name, it was originally the sun and the moon. He advised future generations not to forget their original enemies, but the saints would have a mistake, and who knew that the plan would be ruined in their own hands?"

Everyone immediately realized that what the strong man said was a real secret history.

It has long disappeared into the long river of history and is covered by the flowing water of time.

During that time, no one knew why, and those real history disappeared into history with the disappearance of spiritual energy.

Countless people present were waiting for this answer.

Why is the spiritual energy in the world cut off?

What happened before?

Why can you start practicing again now?

If it is someone else's words, everyone will have some questions, but if it is said by the man in the Confucian clothes of the Ming Dynasty, 90% of these words can be believed.

Because he is probably an ancient man 700 years ago, and he even really participated in this war himself.

"What the hell happened?"

Hu Ziming couldn't help but ask.

But Ji Man didn't even look at Hu Ziming, and he seemed to be immersed in some kind of memory.

It was not until a few breaths that he raised his head, and a golden stream of light overflowed from his eyes.

Extremely brilliant.

A huge bronze tripod stands deep in the eyes, as if it has been since eternity.

Something fascinating suddenly appeared in Ji Man's eyes.

For a moment, everyone's eyes couldn't help but look at Ji Man's eyes.

This time I lost my mind.

In the blink of an eye, the whole world changes.

The sky is no longer a white covered by clouds and mist, but a bloody color that is extremely red.

The middle of the clouds is like a wound that is hit by an arrow.

The red one seemed to seep out blood.

It makes people feel anxious.

Under the clouds.

From time to time, people in various styles of clothing fell from the sky.

It's like laying dumplings.

Some of the fallen people were wearing armor from the early Ming Dynasty in Kyushu, some wore clothes from the Crusades, and some wore clothes from the 14th century Turkish warriors.

In addition to soldiers, there were also Taoist priests, monks, bishops, etc.

Here, the sound of fighting and the roar of war horses are mixed.

The rumbling sound of war drums shook the sky.

There are corpses and broken walls everywhere on the earth.

The smoke and the rising dust fluttered.

"kill!"

With a loud shout, the vibration from the sky became louder and louder.

And more and more corpses fell.

From the perspective of everyone, a golden light flowed on his hands, and the huge hills were easily flattened between them.

Although everyone could not feel their bodies now, they already understood that they were looking at the memory of the peerless powerful man.

Even the master of these hands is the peerless strong man.

During the constant battle, the master finally jumped into the sky.

A simple and huge bronze tripod began to float above the master's head, and wisps of chaotic air flow slid down from above.

This ancient bronze giant tripod was in the hands of the master of Perspective.

God blocks the gods, demons block the demons.

Wherever the bronze tripod passes, there is no armor left.

But soon, a golden chain slid from above the sky, binding the bronze tripod.

For a moment, everything fell into a stalemate.

But at this moment, a terrifying golden light soared into the sky.

A seven-star sword swept through the sky.

A "tear" sounded.

In an instant, something extremely important seemed to be cut off.

All the clouds and mists in the sky were instantly dispersed.

I saw a huge door slowly closed in the air.

The two sides fighting next to the door quickly retreated when they saw this.

On the other side of the gate, a man in a gorgeous Taoist robe looked down at the world with a cold eyes and sneered:

"Zhu Yuanzhang, you are cruel enough!"

"It is not enough to be ruthless to be able to conquer the world."

The seven-star sword above the nine heavens slowly fell down, falling into the hand of a man with a poor appearance but majestic and difficult to look directly at. He looked at the sword in his hand and said slowly.

"Okay, okay, just leave here, I want to see how you can go against the will of heaven in a hundred years?"

With a "boom", the door slowly closed in the void.

Everyone also recovered from Ji Man's vision.

"Is this the Battle of the Sky?"
Chapter completed!