Chapter 642 (1/2)
The Qing emperor and the White Emperor were in a mood, while the Yan Emperor and the Xuan emperor had nothing to do with themselves. They didn't care at all. The two ancestors sighed.
Ji Chen can't help it. He just dodges into the void and doesn't accept anyone. Then speak with strength. As long as my strength is strong enough, I'll slap you down. As for the Yellow Emperor, Ji Chen already has an idea.
”System, can I travel to the west?”
”The power of faith is enough to allow the host to request. Do you want to go?”
”Sure, let's go”
As soon as the words were finished, a heavy thunder resounded through the heaven and earth, and the bright lightning split in the air, but it directly hit Ji Chen who stepped into the dream space. In the roar, Ji Chen directly disappeared into the wasteland.
”I'm sorry.”
”The boy left without saying a word. I hope he won't be hurt by the thunder just now.”
The four of the green emperor looked at each other. This was the power of the secret of heaven. Once used, even the breath did not leak, as if it had never appeared in this world.
”Boom”
The next moment, I heard a loud thunder in the sky. In the endless time and space, tragic pictures appeared in front of the living creatures in the wilderness.
The faces of Suiren and Youchao changed: ”this is Ji Chen's last world. If it's really powerful, it will be everywhere. What kind of world is this?”
According to the system, the ten thousand Dharma Realm is almost the same as the boundless heaven and earth. It comes from chaos and does not have the power of opening the sky. It is a big universe burst from one pole to form. Those creatures in it are naturally raised.
It can be said that the heavenly way of the world of ten thousand dharmas is a preacher, but there is no way to incarnate preaching. Only by relying on the living creatures themselves to understand, there is the hand of the heavenly way, and those laws can be improved into the hands of the living creatures.
After Ji Chen left the world of ten thousand Dharma, the time there seemed to be accelerating. As the founder of Kung Fu, xuandaozi was able to make continuous progress without external interference, and finally reached the peak of quasi sainthood. Only one step away was the existence of saints,
Its three disciples, lotus, jingling and Tianji, have learned to create Taoism, Buddhism and Confucianism. The rest of the human race give play to their own wisdom and create different cultivation skills, which is the phase of contention among a hundred schools of thought.
Of course, in addition to the Terrans, other races are unwilling to fall behind. They secretly win the cultivation method from the Terrans and adapt it into the cultivation method of their own ethnic groups. However, they inadvertently owe the Terrans a big cause and effect.
The White Emperor narrowed his eyes, looked at the world that had just appeared in the void, stepped out of the sky, turned his hands, broke the space in front of him and directly disappeared into it: ”ha, since there is nothing in the wasteland, I'll go there first.”
The green emperor glanced at the indifferent Xuan emperor and the eager Yan Emperor: ”I'll go and have a look, maybe there's a way to break the five emperors' imprisonment.”
The five emperors were incomplete and could not step into the list of quasi saints all his life. The green emperor could come. In addition to wanting to get the position of the head of the five emperors, he also wanted to gather with the power of the origin of the five elements to break the imprisonment of the great Luo. However, he never thought that the Yellow Emperor disappeared in the end.
On the other hand, Ji Chen, who broke the space-time channel of the transportation system, just stepped into it. The thunder falling from the sky directly hit him. He was dizzy, but he didn't think of a deviation and fell out of the channel.
”Well, I opened this tree and planted this mountain. If you want to pass here and stay to buy road wealth, you have to say no, kill and bury.”
”The master is wrong. I planted the tree and opened the road.”
”There's so much nonsense. Go away. I don't know how to save face for me.”
The peddler's forehead was sweating. Looking at the robber with a beard in front of him, holding a big knife, his feet could not help trembling: ”this strong man is a wanderer in the Jianghu. He buys and sells small books. Only these. Do you think you can let me leave?”
The master looked at a ingot of silver in his hand and suddenly his eyes lit up. He glanced at the shining little brother and coughed: ”you see, so many of my brothers want to eat. It's not enough, man.”
The peddler looked at the robber with a ferocious look. His clear sword flashed brightly. He couldn't help but take out a ingot of silver from his arms: ”this is the last possessions.”
”It's really poor,” the big boss muttered and looked at the fat businessman: ”go, go, I've never seen a businessman as poor as you.”