Chapter 1909
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The sky is endless, and the nine layers of tianque overlap each other, making the sky a few thousand miles high.
Since ancient times, the creatures on the ground have an instinctive pursuit of the sky. Before the monks want to step on the bridge of heaven and earth, they have to cross the whole nine heavens.
Under such a mode that has been spread since ancient times, it seems that if people on the ground want to transform and become immortals, they have to pursue and touch the deeper sky.
Heaven is greater than Earth!
This kind of thinking was magnified thousands of times in the era when Xianting holy palace dominated the world.
The fairy palace is high above the nine heavens, dominating and overlooking the whole earth. At the same time, only one person on the earth can be ranked in the immortal class and rule the three realms.
In other words, in the long and incomparable reign years, the former Xianting holy palace has formed a set of incomparably perfect ruling system to maintain the circulation between heaven and earth. The simplest way to describe this rule is to support heaven and govern the earth.
Sit on the sky and rule the earth!
Therefore, the core of the rule of Xianting holy palace lies in the cloud palace, which was high above the sky and had countless immortal saints in and out, and the ladder to heaven, which, though no entity, inherited the vision of countless people becoming immortal.
This ladder is at the top of Tangdu. In the dark, it outlines the light and shadow. Step by step, it goes up, through the dangerous jiuzhong tianque, to the site of the fairy palace.
For countless years, although I don't know how many people have really stepped into the immortal gate from this ladder, none of them has affected the greatness of this divine ladder and the expectations it carries.
At the end of dawn, the nine day sun sticks out its head at the end of the East, and the lights and shadows of the disillusioned supernatural powers, which are opposite each other, flicker continuously, and illuminate the blurred ladder to the sky.
All of a sudden, a vague ripple of space came from below, directly to the side of the ladder, and then a thin figure stepped out in the void and stepped steadily on the ladder.
This man was still wearing a very shabby coarse cloth clothes. His middle-aged face was full of scratches after the wind and frost erosion. However, he easily stood on the ladder which was once a monk's dream, but he couldn't, just like standing on his own stairs.
But at this time, the middle-aged man didn't have any joy on his face. Instead, he raised his head and stared at the vague scene above the sky. He fell into a long silence.
After a while, some snowflakes began to float above the high altitude, and then the snowflakes fell on the middle-aged people's faces, but in the twinkling of an eye, they passed directly.
The next breath, the middle-aged man no longer hesitated, directly along the steps in front of him, step out.
"Poof!"
This gently step forward out of a foot, made a sound I do not know where the void sounded.
Then you can see a stream of light gushing out of the ladder at the foot of the middle-aged people, just like a mountain spring suddenly erupting, straight up the ladder at the foot of the former.
In a flash, the figure of this man directly integrated into the streamer, disappeared in the same place, and began to lead to the ruins of Xianting holy palace.
The speed of this streamer is even more violent than the thunder shining in the world. It took only a very short time to cross the ladder of heaven for nine days.
Then he burst into the outer sky and burst out. The figure of the middle-aged man stepped out of the light again. At this time, his clothes were flying and his body seemed to have infinite momentum.
Then the man continued to look up at the top, and at the end of his line of sight was the magnificent palace looming between dawn and darkness.
Even though this immortal palace has lost its glory and only remains a dilapidated site, it still makes all those who witness it tremble and fear.
The middle-aged man, who stands aloof in the void, is no exception. Then he takes a deep breath and continues to rise slowly towards the platform of the South Gate of the holy palace site.
Along the way, a large number of rubble and debris floating in the void, and even on some buildings, there are still gold blood splashed out when the immortals were smashed in the war tens of thousands of years ago.
"It's really a fierce war. It's a pity that it's completely destroyed overnight."
Mumbling voice in the man's mouth, and then he raised his right hand, stretched forward, gently waved, suddenly countless stars in his hands.
The bright stars seem to have some kind of indescribable power to wrap the debris floating in the void.
After a few breath, when the stars are far away, these ruins are just like those restored by the most omnipotent craftsman in the world. They are perfectly restored to what they once were.
"Get up!"
A low drink, in the middle-aged figure's mouth out, and then the latter's hands open up, more starlight in his body gushed out, rushed up.
Through the passage of starlight, towering pillars depicting infinite runes are erected directly along the road. On each pillar, there is a vivid image of an immortal.
At this time, these pillars spread out along the road and stood on both sides, as if countless immortal officials were welcoming the arrival of a supreme being. Even if you listen carefully, you can hear the cry from the past
"All the immortals welcome the king of God, welcome the king of God!"
I don't know why, with this cry, this middle-aged man in ragged clothes and rickets stood up inch by inch. At the same time, it seems that there is a great and Supreme Soul in his body, which is gradually waking up.
This soul is so grand that it just wakes up a little bit. The void of the whole nine days begins to shake wildly, and at the same time, the louder sound of greeting is echoing.
Then every pillar extending in front of the figure began to tremble, and the shadow of immortals and saints depicted on the pillar, at the same time, bowed forward respectfully, and the deafening voice was even louder.
This kind of appearance can almost be called Wanxian worship.
Next breath, more intense starlight, in the pillar of the sky inside and outside gush, in front of the shadow, directly spread out a stretch of the river of stars.
This river of stars, rolling forward, extends directly beyond the southern celestial gate above. It is bright and gorgeous, hanging high for nine days. If anyone sees this scene, he will feel dazzled and confused.
Then, under the gate of Nantian, the figure worshipped by ten thousand immortals raised his hand behind his body, raised his head slightly, and looked at the gate of Nantian in front of him.
At the same time, an ethereal voice was heard outside the gate of Nanxian
"This is not the time when you are in charge of all gods. What's the point of making these empty rites, to tell the king?"
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The sky is endless, and the nine layers of tianque overlap each other, making the sky a few thousand miles high.
Since ancient times, the creatures on the ground have an instinctive pursuit of the sky. Before the monks want to step on the bridge of heaven and earth, they have to cross the whole nine heavens.
Under such a mode that has been spread since ancient times, it seems that if people on the ground want to transform and become immortals, they have to pursue and touch the deeper sky.
Heaven is greater than Earth!
This kind of thinking was magnified thousands of times in the era when Xianting holy palace dominated the world.
The fairy palace is high above the nine heavens, dominating and overlooking the whole earth. At the same time, only one person on the earth can be ranked in the immortal class and rule the three realms.
In other words, in the long and incomparable reign years, the former Xianting holy palace has formed a set of incomparably perfect ruling system to maintain the circulation between heaven and earth. The simplest way to describe this rule is to support heaven and govern the earth.
Sit on the sky and rule the earth!
Therefore, the core of the rule of Xianting holy palace lies in the cloud palace, which was high above the sky and had countless immortal saints in and out, and the ladder to heaven, which, though no entity, inherited the vision of countless people becoming immortal.
This ladder is at the top of Tangdu. In the dark, it outlines the light and shadow. Step by step, it goes up, through the dangerous jiuzhong tianque, to the site of the fairy palace.
For countless years, although I don't know how many people have really stepped into the immortal gate from this ladder, none of them has affected the greatness of this divine ladder and the expectations it carries.
At the end of dawn, the nine day sun sticks out its head at the end of the East, and the lights and shadows of the disillusioned supernatural powers, which are opposite each other, flicker continuously, and illuminate the blurred ladder to the sky.
All of a sudden, a vague ripple of space came from below, directly to the side of the ladder, and then a thin figure stepped out in the void and stepped steadily on the ladder.
This man was still wearing a very shabby coarse cloth clothes. His middle-aged face was full of scratches after the wind and frost erosion. However, he easily stood on the ladder which was once a monk's dream, but he couldn't, just like standing on his own stairs.
But at this time, the middle-aged man didn't have any joy on his face. Instead, he raised his head and stared at the vague scene above the sky. He fell into a long silence.
After a while, some snowflakes began to float above the high altitude, and then the snowflakes fell on the middle-aged people's faces, but in the twinkling of an eye, they passed directly.
The next breath, the middle-aged man no longer hesitated, directly along the steps in front of him, step out.
"Poof!"
This gently step forward out of a foot, made a sound I do not know where the void sounded.
Then you can see a stream of light gushing out of the ladder at the foot of the middle-aged people, just like a mountain spring suddenly erupting, straight up the ladder at the foot of the former.
In a flash, the figure of this man directly integrated into the streamer, disappeared in the same place, and began to lead to the ruins of Xianting holy palace.
The speed of this streamer is even more violent than the thunder shining in the world. It took only a very short time to cross the ladder of heaven for nine days.
Then he burst into the outer sky and burst out. The figure of the middle-aged man stepped out of the light again. At this time, his clothes were flying and his body seemed to have infinite momentum.
Then the man continued to look up at the top, and at the end of his line of sight was the magnificent palace looming between dawn and darkness.
Even though this immortal palace has lost its glory and only remains a dilapidated site, it still makes all those who witness it tremble and fear.
The middle-aged man, who stands aloof in the void, is no exception. Then he takes a deep breath and continues to rise slowly towards the platform of the South Gate of the holy palace site.
Along the way, a large number of rubble and debris floating in the void, and even on some buildings, there are still gold blood splashed out when the immortals were smashed in the war tens of thousands of years ago.
"It's really a fierce war. It's a pity that it's completely destroyed overnight."
Mumbling voice in the man's mouth, and then he raised his right hand, stretched forward, gently waved, suddenly countless stars in his hands.
The bright stars seem to have some kind of indescribable power to wrap the debris floating in the void.
After a few breath, when the stars are far away, these ruins are just like those restored by the most omnipotent craftsman in the world. They are perfectly restored to what they once were.
"Get up!"
A low drink, in the middle-aged figure's mouth out, and then the latter's hands open up, more starlight in his body gushed out, rushed up.
Through the passage of starlight, towering pillars depicting infinite runes are erected directly along the road. On each pillar, there is a vivid image of an immortal.
At this time, these pillars spread out along the road and stood on both sides, as if countless immortal officials were welcoming the arrival of a supreme being. Even if you listen carefully, you can hear the cry from the past
"All the immortals welcome the king of God, welcome the king of God!"
I don't know why, with this cry, this middle-aged man in ragged clothes and rickets stood up inch by inch. At the same time, it seems that there is a great and Supreme Soul in his body, which is gradually waking up.
This soul is so grand that it just wakes up a little bit. The void of the whole nine days begins to shake wildly, and at the same time, the louder sound of greeting is echoing.
Then every pillar extending in front of the figure began to tremble, and the shadow of immortals and saints depicted on the pillar, at the same time, bowed forward respectfully, and the deafening voice was even louder.
This kind of appearance can almost be called Wanxian worship.
Next breath, more intense starlight, in the pillar of the sky inside and outside gush, in front of the shadow, directly spread out a stretch of the river of stars.
This river of stars, rolling forward, extends directly beyond the southern celestial gate above. It is bright and gorgeous, hanging high for nine days. If anyone sees this scene, he will feel dazzled and confused.
Then, under the gate of Nantian, the figure worshipped by ten thousand immortals raised his hand behind his body, raised his head slightly, and looked at the gate of Nantian in front of him.
At the same time, an ethereal voice was heard outside the gate of Nanxian
"This is not the time when you are in charge of all gods. What's the point of making these empty rites, to tell the king?"
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The sky is endless, and the nine layers of tianque overlap each other, making the sky a few thousand miles high.Since ancient times, the creatures on the ground have an instinctive pursuit of the sky. Before the monks want to step on the bridge of heaven and earth, they have to cross the whole nine heavens.Under such a mode that has been spread since ancient times, it seems that if people on the ground want to transform and become immortals, they have to pursue and touch the deeper sky.Heaven is greater than Earth!This kind of thinking was magnified thousands of times in the era when Xianting holy palace dominated the world.The fairy palace is high above the nine heavens, dominating and overlooking the whole earth. At the same time, only one person on the earth can be ranked in the immortal class and rule the three realms.In other words, in the long and incomparable reign years, the former Xianting holy palace has formed a set of incomparably perfect ruling system to maintain the circulation between heaven and earth. The simplest way to describe this rule is to support heaven and govern the earth.Sit on the sky and rule the earth!Therefore, the core of the rule of Xianting holy palace lies in the cloud palace, which was high above the sky and had countless immortal saints in and out, and the ladder to heaven, which, though no entity, inherited the vision of countless people becoming immortal.This ladder is at the top of Tangdu. In the dark, it outlines the light and shadow. Step by step, it goes up, through the dangerous jiuzhong tianque, to the site of the fairy palace.For countless years, although I don't know how many people have really stepped into the immortal gate from this ladder, none of them has affected the greatness of this divine ladder and the expectations it carries.At the end of dawn, the nine day sun sticks out its head at the end of the East, and the lights and shadows of the disillusioned supernatural powers, which are opposite each other, flicker continuously, and illuminate the blurred ladder to the sky.All of a sudden, a vague ripple of space came from below, directly to the side of the ladder, and then a thin figure stepped out in the void and stepped steadily on the ladder.This man was still wearing a very shabby coarse cloth clothes. His middle-aged face was full of scratches after the wind and frost erosion. However, he easily stood on the ladder which was once a monk's dream, but he couldn't, just like standing on his own stairs.But at this time, the middle-aged man didn't have any joy on his face. Instead, he raised his head and stared at the vague scene above the sky. He fell into a long silence.After a while, some snowflakes began to float above the high altitude, and then the snowflakes fell on the middle-aged people's faces, but in the twinkling of an eye, they passed directly.The next breath, the middle-aged man no longer hesitated, directly along the steps in front of him, step out."Poof!"This gently step forward out of a foot, made a sound I do not know where the void sounded.Then you can see a stream of light gushing out of the ladder at the foot of the middle-aged people, just like a mountain spring suddenly erupting, straight up the ladder at the foot of the former.In a flash, the figure of this man directly integrated into the streamer, disappeared in the same place, and began to lead to the ruins of Xianting holy palace.The speed of this streamer is even more violent than the thunder shining in the world. It took only a very short time to cross the ladder of heaven for nine days.Then he burst into the outer sky and burst out. The figure of the middle-aged man stepped out of the light again. At this time, his clothes were flying and his body seemed to have infinite momentum.Then the man continued to look up at the top, and at the end of his line of sight was the magnificent palace looming between dawn and darkness.Even though this immortal palace has lost its glory and only remains a dilapidated site, it still makes all those who witness it tremble and fear.The middle-aged man, who stands aloof in the void, is no exception. Then he takes a deep breath and continues to rise slowly towards the platform of the South Gate of the holy palace site.Along the way, a large number of rubble and debris floating in the void, and even on some buildings, there are still gold blood splashed out when the immortals were smashed in the war tens of thousands of years ago."It's really a fierce war. It's a pity that it's completely destroyed overnight."Mumbling voice in the man's mouth, and then he raised his right hand, stretched forward, gently waved, suddenly countless stars in his hands.The bright stars seem to have some kind of indescribable power to wrap the debris floating in the void.After a few breath, when the stars are far away, these ruins are just like those restored by the most omnipotent craftsman in the world. They are perfectly restored to what they once were."Get up!"A low drink, in the middle-aged figure's mouth out, and then the latter's hands open up, more starlight in his body gushed out, rushed up.Through the passage of starlight, towering pillars depicting infinite runes are erected directly along the road. On each pillar, there is a vivid image of an immortal.At this time, these pillars spread out along the road and stood on both sides, as if countless immortal officials were welcoming the arrival of a supreme being. Even if you listen carefully, you can hear the cry from the past"All the immortals welcome the king of God, welcome the king of God!"I don't know why, with this cry, this middle-aged man in ragged clothes and rickets stood up inch by inch. At the same time, it seems that there is a great and Supreme Soul in his body, which is gradually waking up.This soul is so grand that it just wakes up a little bit. The void of the whole nine days begins to shake wildly, and at the same time, the louder sound of greeting is echoing.Then every pillar extending in front of the figure began to tremble, and the shadow of immortals and saints depicted on the pillar, at the same time, bowed forward respectfully, and the deafening voice was even louder.This kind of appearance can almost be called Wanxian worship.Next breath, more intense starlight, in the pillar of the sky inside and outside gush, in front of the shadow, directly spread out a stretch of the river of stars.This river of stars, rolling forward, extends directly beyond the southern celestial gate above. It is bright and gorgeous, hanging high for nine days. If anyone sees this scene, he will feel dazzled and confused.Then, under the gate of Nantian, the figure worshipped by ten thousand immortals raised his hand behind his body, raised his head slightly, and looked at the gate of Nantian in front of him.At the same time, an ethereal voice was heard outside the gate of Nanxian"This is not the time when you are in charge of all gods. What's the point of making these empty rites, to tell the king?"www.novelhold.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
