Chapter 1428: Exterminating a Clan to Establish Authority
In the mountains, a huge figure suddenly appeared in the palace of the mountain peaks made of earthy yellow rocks. The figure stood upright, like an ancient giant. There were three faces on his head. The eyes on the three faces began to move strangely, and gathered into a big eye like a copper bell on his head. The big eye was already golden.
With a roar, a golden light shot out from the eyes, rushing straight into the sky, and shot towards the boundless palm that covered an unknown area.
"A grain of rice." A cold snort sounded from the mouth of the Great Spiritual Venerable.
In the image, the golden light hit the palm of the hand, and it was like the wind and clouds were stirred, showing a huge vortex. The vortex flashed with light gray lightning, condensed into a dark color, and swallowed the golden light like a black hole.
The giant below showed a shocked expression, and his body expanded again. His two palms suddenly hit the sky, and two more golden lights rushed into the sky and shot into the dark palm.
Suddenly, vortices began to emerge in the palm of the hand. Each vortex seemed to hide a black hole that could swallow everything. Seeing this scene, the ancient giant showed a desperate expression on his face.
He already felt that a great power between heaven and earth had locked onto him. Not only him, but the entire Giant Mountain Range was shrouded.
From the countless vortices, groups of Dao patterns began to emerge. These Dao patterns condensed into black balls of a hundred miles in size, which broke away from the palm and fell downwards.
Each black ball corresponded to a mountain peak. When the black ball pressed down, the huge pressure had already acted on the mountain body first. The solid mountain body began to collapse. Along with the collapse of the mountain body, screams rang out one after another. They were emitted by the Giant Mountain people who hid their Yuanling in the rocks.
Under the power of the perfect prophecy rule, the rocks where these Yuanlings hid melted in an instant, just like snow under the sun, and they also lost their wrappings and were exposed naked. Under the pressure that even the mountains could not resist, they almost burst instantly, turned into the original spiritual energy, and dissipated between heaven and earth.
"Great Spiritual Lord, Sanshou knows his mistake and underestimated the great magical power of the Great Spiritual Lord. I beg the Great Spiritual Lord to spare Sanshou's life and let the Giant Mountain Clan go. The Giant Mountain Clan will serve the human race as their master from now on and will never betray." At this moment, the Three-Headed Divine Lord no longer had the arrogance he had before. He had lived for tens of thousands of years and had not tasted the taste of life and death for a long time. Under the great magical power of the Great Spiritual Lord, he finally felt fear. While urging the mana in his body and exerting his magical power to resist the falling palm of the Great Heavenly Lord, he begged for mercy.
"It's too late~~" The cold voice sounded from the mouth of the Great Spiritual Lord, penetrating billions of miles and sounding from the huge palm.
As the Great Spiritual Venerable finished speaking, the palm in the void suddenly pressed down, and along with the countless black balls condensed by the Dao patterns, they were slapped into the Giant Mountain Range.
"Boom~~~"
"Ah~~~"
A shrill scream sounded, and the entire Giant Mountain Range was like the collapse of the sky and the crack of the earth. The countless black balls that were slapped into the ground exploded one after another, accompanied by the power of the Dao patterns. Each black ball exploded, enough to destroy thousands of miles.
Not only were all the peaks of the Giant Mountain Range razed to the ground, but the entire land was blown up and sank for dozens of miles. Even the rock layers under the land were blown up, and the underground magma burst out, and soon flowed and gathered into rivers of magma, and streams of black smoke swept up and rushed into the void.
Everyone looked at the scene on the rock wall in shock. The Giant Mountain Range had turned into a ruin, and the magma had covered most of the area. In this environment, even if there were still a few people from the Giant Mountain Clan, they would not be able to survive.
The might of the Great Spiritual Venerable was so terrifying.
You could hear a pin drop in the entire square. Everyone held their breath, fearing that any noise would break the silence.
The Great Spiritual Venerable slowly withdrew his palm, his face calm and composed, as if he had done something insignificant.
The face of the three-headed God's clone below was also full of horror, and then he let out a shrill scream. His body began to melt like sand blown by the wind, and soon disappeared without a trace. With the death of the original body, his clone naturally could not survive.
In fact, not only the representatives of thousands of races, but even the Four Saints of the North Sky were all shocked. Although they had all advanced to the Mahayana stage for many years and had amazing magical powers, they had never seen a real Great Spiritual Venerable, and naturally had never seen a real Great Spiritual Venerable take action.
At this moment, they truly understood the terrifyingness of the Great Spiritual Venerable. His great magical power could destroy the world. He could use the rules of the Dao pattern of heaven and earth to exert his magical power to the giant mountains hundreds of millions of miles away, and killed the three-headed gods who were also in the Mahayana realm. The whole process was just a cup of tea.
The Four Saints of the Northern Sky, although they knew that the strength of the Great Spiritual Venerable was far beyond that of the Mahayana cultivators, they had seen it from ancient books, and they still had a little doubt in their hearts.
After all, in terms of realm, the Great Spiritual Venerable was still a Mahayana cultivator, but he had perfected the power of rules.
Everything that happened today completely overturned their cognition. Not only them, but also many Tribulation-crossing cultivators of thousands of races were trembling with fear. With such divine power, even if their races joined forces, they were afraid that they would not be opponents. This was completely beyond the level of victory by relying on numbers.
"The great divine power of the Great Spiritual Venerable shocked the heaven and earth, and the thousands of races in the Northern Sky all obeyed."
"The great spiritual master's mighty power shakes the heaven and earth, and the thousands of tribes in the north sky all obey."
"The great spiritual master's mighty power shakes the heaven and earth, and the thousands of tribes in the north sky all obey."
I don't know who said it, and everyone immediately followed. Not only the many guests in the square, but also the disciples of Mitian Palace who were watching around shouted loudly. Their faces were full of excitement. Such a mighty power made them proud to be disciples of Mitian Palace. This pride went deep into their bones and would make them full of confidence forever.
The human race will surely rise.
The sound of mountains and tsunamis shook the heaven and earth, and the dark clouds above the void slowly dissipated, revealing the blue sky again, and the warm sunshine fell again.
Xiao Lin was also extremely shocked when he saw all this. He was also impressed by the great magical power of his elder brother. At this moment, he also truly understood the terribleness of the great spiritual master. Although the great spiritual master was also in the Mahayana stage, compared with ordinary Mahayana cultivators, his strength was not a little bit stronger.
The Great Spiritual Venerable is already like this, what about the Great Supreme in the legend?
What he comprehended was the space rule, one of the three supreme rules. If he could advance to the Mahayana stage one day and perfect the space rule, how terrifying would his combat power be?
This made Xiao Lin more confident, and at the same time, his heart of Taoism became more determined.
The Great Spiritual Venerable waved his hand at this time, and the earth-shaking shouts gradually fell, and soon returned to tranquility.
"My fellow Taoists, the Giant Mountain Clan is doing evil, and the Three-Headed God King is even more ignorant of the general situation. He provoked me and deserved to die. Unfortunately, this person's arrogance has implicated his clansmen. The Giant Mountain Clan has been destroyed since then. The Beitian Clan has 1,758 people. Now we will start to sign the Mitian Spiritual Code. Those who do not sign can leave on their own. I will never make it difficult for them."
After the Great Spiritual Venerable finished speaking, he pointed to the stone wall in the distance next to him, and stood with his hands behind his back, and said no more.
Excluding the four tribes of Beitian, the remaining 1,754 tribes of Beitian all came with important figures in the tribe. There were thousands of cultivators who were crossing the tribulation alone, and the remaining small tribes also had at least cultivators in the fusion stage.
Hearing what the Great Spiritual Venerable said, a group of powerful people in the world of immortal cultivation also lowered their noble heads, and one by one their figures began to float in the air, flying to the empty space below the stone wall, running their magic power, waving their sleeves, and stone chips flew, and the names of the races were engraved one by one, and under these race names were their own signatures.
The Great Spiritual Venerable watched all this expressionlessly, and the Four Saints of Beitian also watched calmly, as the names of the races were engraved on the rock wall one by one, and no one knew what they were thinking.
Xiao Lin sighed secretly in his heart. His elder brother had racked his brains for the sake of the human race. The Three-Headed Divine Lord's move was really unwise. He challenged the majesty of the Great Spiritual Lord at this Beitian Immortal Dao event, trying to embarrass him and avenge his anger. Unfortunately, he still underestimated the strength of the Great Spiritual Lord. Not only did he fail to achieve his goal, but he also died. His ten thousand years of cultivation was destroyed. Not only that, even the Giant Mountain Clan was implicated by him. The Giant Mountain Range was razed to the ground, and a race disappeared in the spirit world.
His elder brother also established his divine power through this, which made all the Beitian races convinced. Even if there were still a few who were dissatisfied, they would never dare to provoke again. After all, they represented not only individuals, but also the races behind them.
Ji Gang's eyes were filled with fear. Even Qiu Menghen, who was beside him, was horrified. He had been stuck in the peak of the Tribulation Realm for many years and had been unable to take that step and enter the Mahayana stage. But after seeing the magical powers of the Great Spiritual Venerable, he realized the narrowness of his heart, and at the same time made him doubt himself. What was the purpose of refining swords all his life? Was it just to compete with Mo Junhuang? But Mo Junhuang had been poisoned to death by Ji Gang and Ji Yue, and his enemy had already entered reincarnation. Why should he persist?
Fighting for the position of the Lord of the Sword Spirit Realm for his son Ji Gang, this position was nothing but a floating cloud for him. The so-called power was nothing but a passing cloud. Compared with the sword in his heart, it was not worth mentioning.
Qiu Menghen suddenly opened his eyes wide. He suddenly realized that his fight with Mo Junhuang had actually blinded his own eyes. All the hatred and anger were the hands that covered his eyes.
One day he understood.
Qiu Menghen finally understood why he had never dared to challenge Fengyun Wujian. In fact, he had never seen his true self clearly and had been blinded by hatred. This not only made him almost make no progress in his ten thousand years of retreat, but also made his originally firm sword heart covered with dust.
Even if he got the Xiantian Zhengang Sword Art, what would it matter? The sword art is the cause, but the self is the source.
After thinking it through, the sword energy in Qiu Menghen's body began to become disordered. The violent sword energy collided everywhere in his body, and the sword energy and true essence in his dantian that had never been agitated also began to stir up a storm, which made his face pale, and he hurriedly drove the sword energy and true essence to suppress the scattered sword energy.
In less than half an hour, all the representatives of the races signed the Mitian Spiritual Classic. After everyone returned to their positions, the other three of the Four Saints of Beitian, except the Saint Lord of Dimou, stood up one after another. With a wave of their sleeves, the sharp tip of their fingers directly broke through the void and shot onto the stone wall.
Lu Tiantong of the Tianmu Clan, Jin Baiyu of the Feiyu Clan, and Bai Wufa of the Baitong Clan.
"Second brother, since you are already the young master of Mitian Palace, you will be the representative of the human race." The Great Spiritual Lord turned around and said to Xiao Lin with a smile.
When Xiao Lin heard this, he knew that the Great Spirit Lord was paving the way for him. He stood up slowly and cast his eyes on the stone wall.
Everyone also looked at Xiao Lin, as if they wanted to take the opportunity to see his strength. In fact, not only him, but also Bai Xingge, who was not far away, looked at his brother with a hidden smile in his eyes. .
Xiao Lin sighed secretly in his heart, and with a thought, he seemed to have an idea.
He stretched out his right hand, facing the void with one hand, and slowly slid it. It seemed to be an understatement, as if he was writing in front of himself, but in the void in front of him, the appearance of the wall was reflected. .
As Xiao Lin circulated his magic power, he used his fingers to carve out the four characters in the void: Human race, Xiao Lin; these four characters were also revealed on the stone wall. At the top of the names of all races, the neat spiritual world The ancient seal script stands out from the crowd.
Most people who fall into the category below don’t see the fishy nature of this.
But the face of the Great Spirit Master Huan Tianmou changed slightly, and his eyes showed an expression of surprise, while the four saints of Beitian next to Xiao Lin all showed expressions of horror.
"Could this be the space folding magical power in the space rules?" Nan Nan said after Tianmu Shengjun exclaimed.
"It turns out that what this young palace master has understood is one of the legendary supreme rules, Space Rules." Jin Baiyu thought to himself.
The words of the Holy Lord Tianmu were heard by many monks in the tribulation period. After hearing the space folding magical power, they were not sure why at first. After they reacted, they all showed shocked expressions.
Because the space folding magical power is the top application of space rules, even if one understands the space rules, it can only be understood and used after at least advancing to the Mahayana stage.
Xiao Lin's use of this space folding magical power can be said to be like an arm's command, operating freely. He has obviously reached an extremely high level, and he is still a monk in the integration stage. With the level of the middle stage of integration, he can actually comprehend such an advanced level. How could the magical power of space not shock everyone?
After Bai Xingge showed a look of horror, he was happy for his friend. At the same time, he secretly made up his mind to practice hard. On the path to immortality, he could not lag behind this friend of life and death.