call!

A terrifying holy power exploded, and the silver boat began to rise quickly. In the blink of an eye, it rose a thousand meters, turning into a black dot and disappearing into Xiao Chen's vision.

Xiao Chen was shocked and flew up quickly. Gravity is not a real flying martial art. The higher Xiao Chen flew, the greater the gravity he received, and the energy he consumed will increase exponentially.

In the sky, Xiao Chen flew higher and higher, and could see endless clouds rolling beside him. The dazzling light column in the eyes of the spirit gathering waves penetrated the endless clouds, as if it was really about to reach the sky.

The energy in his body was consuming, and Xiao Chen frowned slightly. Now he could only see a blurry figure of the silver warship. He didn't know how high it would fly.

Xiao Chen gritted his teeth and took out an intermediate spirit stone and put it in the palm of his hand. In an instant, a terrifying vital energy rushed into Xiao Chen's meridians. The thick vital energy filled the meridians.

A sense of excitement spread to every part of Xiao Chen's body, and it felt like it was about to explode, full of endless power.

boom!

Xiao Chen shouted loudly, and the degree of rise suddenly increased several times. His body cut through a wave of air in the air, and in the blink of an eye he caught up with the silver warship.

Rumble!

The silver warship stood at the top of the beam of light, and with a thump, it instantly turned into a silver war, long and wind, which was dozens of feet tall. (nett ship, with flags standing on the bow of the ship, with a big word Yan written on it, flying in the wind.

Around the warship, there were dark clouds, thunder continued, and endless lightning surrounded it.

"It can actually be repaired independently. How did the ancient saints refine it?" Xiao Chen was shocked when he looked at the silver warship surrounded by lightning.

Xiao Chen was originally planning to repair those incomplete array patterns himself, but he didn't expect that after reuniting the spiritual energy of the silver warship, it would be repaired automatically.

Xiao Chen suddenly remembered something. If he had to repair it like this, as a secret treasure of the saint, it would cover the mark of the saint. Now that the saint is gone, it will automatically find descendants of the saint's bloodline and automatically recognize the master.

"You have to erase the mark of the saint and put it on your own." Xiao Chen's eyes showed a firm look and said word by word.

After crossing the endless dark clouds and passing through the flashing lightning, Xiao Chen fell steadily on the bow of the boat, looking cautiously, and the flag with the word Yan written on the bow of the boat.

The black flag seemed to have descended since ancient times, standing quietly on the bow of the boat, dancing in the wind, making a sound of frightening. The word Yan written on the flag, flying dragons and phoenixes, and strokes, seemed to have a thousand pounds of force, with sharpness and aura like crazy.

Xiao Chen's eyes were like a torch, staring at the word Yan tightly. He knew what he was going to do. He wanted to compete with the saint and wipe away the spiritual imprint of the saint with his own hands.

The dangers were endless and life-and-death, but Xiao Chen was extremely determined in his eyes, and he had no intention of taking a step back. His spiritual sense shot towards the flag like a sharp sword.

Boom! In an instant, the surrounding scene disappeared instantly. Xiao Chen appeared on a thick magma. From time to time, flame waves gushed out, and volcanoes blew fires in the distance, releasing endless heat waves and burnt red fire water.

There were nine suns strangely in the sky. A huge god appeared in the air, with a thousand feet of light scattered behind him, and endless pressure scattered in this space.

Puchi!

The gods suddenly opened their eyes and shot out a golden light, covering Xiao Chen directly, shouting loudly: "Why dare you be so disrespectful when you see the gods and people, and you still don't kneel down."

This sound is like the thunder of the nine heavens, and every word is shocking. In this space, it echoes constantly, deafening and makes people feel scared.

At the end, the sound merged into a wisp of echoes, which merged with Xiao Chen's heartbeat. The sound became faster and faster, and Xiao Chen's heart also jumped up with a thump, as if it was jumping out of his chest.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Xiao Chen covered his chest, feeling the huge pressure coming, his heart was extremely depressed, painful and entangled, his face twisted like a knife, and with a thump, he couldn't help but kneel on the ground on one knee.

"Don't kneel down yet!!!" The voice continued to echo in Xiao Chen's ears, as if it was directly imprinted into Xiao Chen's mind, and could not be cut off.

The sound of the gods is vast, overtaking the nine heavens, the sound is like thunder, every word is like a pearl, like a knife or a sword, with a sharp edge. How can mortals and ants not be afraid?

The power of the ancient saint is so terrifying. Even after tens of thousands of years, his mark has such terrifying majesty, and it completely takes the initiative in this spiritual space.

This is a contest that spans ten thousand years. Unless Xiao Chen's spiritual consciousness is simulated, it may not have any chance of winning.

As long as his other foot kneels down, his spiritual mark will completely disappear and his body will become a soulless body!

Xiao Chen tried hard to maintain a trace of clarity in the divine platform. What can I do in front of the gods and people to break his pressure and completely trampl him under my feet? Have he seen it?

Ancient saints had seen the divine people, so they simulated the divine people in this world. But the most powerful warrior he had ever seen in Xiao Chen was just Yueying, how could he fight against the divine people?

Even the Thunder Emperor and the Heavenly Wu Emperor, in Xiao Chen's opinion, it is difficult to have a chance of winning against the gods and people. The power of the ancient saints is definitely stronger than that of the later Martial Emperors, so there is no need to question it.

How could it be that even a saint cannot beat him? The gods and people visualized by the saint are legendary gods, which are more terrifying than the saints and the ancient emperors.

A figure suddenly flashed into Xiao Chen's mind, and Xiao Chen suddenly remembered the man he saw in the saint's enlightenment map, the mysterious man entangled by eighteen green dragons.

boom!

Xiao Chen shouted lightly, and suddenly eighteen green dragons flew out from behind him, with the sound of dragon roars endlessly, and in an instant, the divine sound echoing between heaven and earth was broken.

The gods in the sky roared angrily, and the light shone continuously behind him, and he shouted: "Ant, do you know that you have committed a serious crime?"

Xiao Chen closed his eyes, and the divine platform was clear and bright. The corners of his mouth raised a sneer, and then he opened his eyes suddenly. Two purple splendors shot out, facing the golden light of the gods without fear.

"The so-called God is just the imagination of ordinary people, and is born from the beliefs of all people. If I believe in God in my heart, then God will be powerful and boundless. If I have no God in my heart, then all things in the world will exist in my heart. I am me, and God cannot control it."

Xiao Chen looked at the gods in the sky and said slowly, "I should thank you. If it weren't for you, this obsession in my heart would never be cut off."

The journey of martial arts is long and long. The further you go, the higher the requirements for your state of mind. The so-called natural quality is not so important. In ancient times, many ordinary people with ordinary qualifications became saints because of strong thoughts and simple state of mind.

No matter which world it is, there are things that ordinary people cannot understand. They like to explain unknown things with miracles, but is there really a god in this world?

No one knows that even if there is, it is definitely not the kind of god that people believe in. Xiao Chen here to cut off the obsession in his heart, and it is a great opportunity to temper his mood in the future.

After all, this god-people is just a mark left by the saint. As long as you understand it in your heart, Xiao Chen has no reason to lose this battle that has spanned tens of thousands of years.

As soon as Xiao Chen finished speaking, the light behind the divine people began to dim slowly, and the light began to slowly dissipate, and finally dissipated in nothingness.

Rumble!

Behind Xiao Chen, there was an endless sea, with the sound of the sea, the waves rolling, and the layers of waves were surging.

A dragon roar appeared, and a green dragon jumped out of the sea. A man holding a long sword stood above the dragon head. As soon as he appeared, the eighteen green dragons wrapped around Xiao Chen immediately flew behind him.

The sound of dragons roars continued, shaking everywhere. At the edge of this space, cracks appeared and spread in the horizon.

The man standing above the dragon head looked at the gods in the sky and smiled disdainfully. He tapped his toes and brushed his body, disappeared from the spot.

Puchi!

The sword light flashed, and the head of the gods in the sky was slashed directly. It was so fast that Xiao Chen didn't even see his back, and his naked eyes could not keep up with it.

The world shattered and the scene in front of Xiao Chen was transformed again. All the volcanic magma disappeared, and a black flag was inserted in the center on a barren land.

Xiao Chen seemed to come from the sky, slowly landed on the ground, walked towards the black flag, with the word Yan written on it.

Xiao Chen walked over without hesitation and pulled up the black flag. In an instant, the wind and clouds surged, strong winds broke out, and sand and stones flew.

call!

Xiao Chen opened his mouth and swallowed the black flag directly, trying to swallow the Taoist rhyme contained in the flag, and the space instantly became still.

Xiao Chen sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, carefully realized the laws in the world, and understood the Taoist rhyme left by the saints in the banner.

The surrounding environment is constantly changing. Sometimes there are wolf smoke and blood splattering everywhere in the ancient battlefield. A saint falls and a great demon is destroyed. Sometimes it is a windy night, under the full moon, flowers are flying all over the sky, a man and a woman are beautiful, endlessly entangled.

Then the saint realized the truth, and the strange phenomena of heaven and earth appeared together, standing on the top of the mountain, endless thunder and lightning roared, and the saint realized the great way in the thunder and evolved his own laws.

In the end, all this disappeared, leaving only an endless gray. A figure stood in the air and looked into the distance. In his eyes, it was endless loneliness and indescribable loneliness.

This is the life of a saint. He was once frivolous at a young age, with love, hatred, and love, and inverted worlds. He was also invincible in the world, going to heaven and earth, picking stars and moons, and doing everything.

But what was left in the end was still endless loneliness, and loneliness that no one could understand. Leave a long sigh in vain. Since ancient times, all sages have been lonely, and thousands of years of worldly affairs have been empty.
Chapter completed!