Chapter One Hundred and Twenty Seven: Ancient Treasures, Warships

call!

A terrifying holy power erupted, and the silver boat began to rise quickly, rising by a kilometer in the blink of an eye, turning into a black dot and disappearing into Xiao Chen's field of vision.

Xiao Chen was startled, and hurriedly flew upwards. Gravity was not a real flying martial art. The higher Xiao Chen flew, the greater the gravitational force he received, and the energy consumed would increase exponentially.

In the sky, Xiao Chen flew higher and higher, and he could see endless clouds rolling around him. The dazzling beam of light in the eyes of the gathering spirit array penetrated the endless clouds, as if it really wanted to reach the sky.

The vitality in the body was rapidly consumed, Xiao Chen frowned slightly, and now he can only see a faint silhouette of the silver warship, and I don't know how high it is going to fly.

As soon as Xiao Chen gritted his teeth, he directly took out an intermediate spiritual stone and placed it in the palm of his hand. In an instant, a terrifying vitality rushed into Xiao Chen's meridians, and the strong vitality filled the meridians at once.

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

boom!

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

Boom!

The silver warship stood at the top of the beam of light, and with a thud, it instantly turned into a silver warship with a length of several dozen feet and a height of two or two feet. Words, fluttering in the wind.

Around the warship, there were dense clouds, constant thunder, and endless lightning around it.

"How can the ancient saints be refined?" Xiao Chen looked at the silver warship surrounded by lightning and was shocked.

Xiao Chen originally planned to repair those incomplete formations by himself, but he did not expect that after reuniting the spiritual energy of the silver warship, it would be repaired automatically.

Xiao Chen suddenly remembered something. If he were to repair it like this, it would be covered with the saint's mark as a holy treasure. Now that the saint is gone, it will automatically find the descendants of the saint's blood and automatically recognize the master.

"I have to erase the mark of the saint and put my own mark on it." Xiao Chen's eyes showed a determined look, and he said word by word.

Beyond the endless dark cloud, through the flashing lightning,

Xiao Chen landed steadily on the bow, his eyes were full of caution, and the flag with the Chinese character Yan was written on the bow.

The black flag seems to have descended from ancient times, standing quietly on the bow, dancing in the wind, making a hunting sound. The characters of Yan written on the flag, dragons flying and phoenixes dancing, strokes and strokes, seems to have a thousand powers, sharp edges, and madness.

Xiao Chen's eyes were like torches, and he stared at the word Yan closely. He knew what he was going to do. This was to compete with the saint, and to erase the spiritual imprint of the saint with his own hands.

The danger in it is self-evident, but Xiao Chen's eyes are very determined. He didn't plan to take a half step back, and his consciousness shot into the flag like a sharp sword.

boom! In an instant, the surrounding scene disappeared in an instant, Xiao Chen appeared on top of a thick magma, and from time to time, flaming waves spewed out, and volcanoes erupted in the distance, releasing endless heat waves and scorching fire water.

There are nine strange suns in the sky, and a huge god appeared in the sky, emitting a thousand feet of light behind him, and endless coercion radiated in this space.

Pfft!

The gods suddenly opened their eyes, and shot out a golden light, directly covering Xiao Chen, and shouted loudly: "Seeing the gods, how dare you be so disrespectful, and don't kneel quickly."

This voice is like nine days of thunder, and the words are shocking. In this space, it keeps echoing, deafening, and making people feel terrified.

At the end, the sound merged into strands of echoes, which merged with the beating of Xiao Chen's heart. The voice was getting faster and faster, and Xiao Chen's heart was beating rapidly, as if jumping out of his chest.

boom! boom! boom!

Xiao Chen clutched his chest, only to feel the huge pressure coming, his heart was extremely depressed, painful and tangled, his face like a knife was twisted, and with a plop, his right foot couldn't help but kneel on one knee on the ground.

"Don't kneel down quickly!!!" The voice continued to echo in Xiao Chen's ears, as if it was directly imprinted into Xiao Chen's mind, lingering and slashing.

The divine sound is mighty, surpassing the nine heavens, its voice is like thunder, every word is like a sword, like a sword, its edge is wanton, how can mortals not be afraid of ants!

The prestige of the ancient sage is so terrifying, even after tens of thousands of years, his imprint has such a terrifying majesty, completely occupying the initiative in this spiritual space.

This is a contest that has spanned ten thousand years. Unless Xiao Chen's consciousness is simulated and surpassed by the existence of this goddess, there is no chance of winning.

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

Xiao Chen worked hard to maintain a trace of clarity in the altar. In front of the gods, what could break his coercion and step him under his feet. Has he seen it before?

The ancient sages have seen the gods, so they simulated the gods in this world, but the most powerful warrior Xiao Chen has ever seen is just Yueying, how can he fight the gods.

Even Emperor Lei and Emperor Tianwu, in Xiao Chen's view, have no chance of winning against the gods and people. The power of the ancient saints is definitely stronger than that of the emperors of later generations. There is no need to doubt it.

Even if the saints can't be beaten, how can they be beaten? The gods and people imagined by the saints are the gods in legends, and they are more terrifying than saints and ancient emperors.

A figure suddenly flashed into Xiao Chen's mind, and Xiao Chen suddenly remembered the man he saw in the picture of the saint's enlightenment, the mysterious man surrounded by eighteen blue dragons.

boom!

Xiao Chen snorted softly, and eighteen blue dragons suddenly flew out behind him, the dragon roared incessantly, and in an instant, the divine sound echoing between the heavens and the earth was broken.

The gods on that day roared angrily, and the rays of light kept shining from behind them, and said loudly: "Yi, do you know that you have committed a serious crime?"

Xiao Chen closed his eyes, the altar was clear, the corners of his mouth raised a sneer, and then he opened his eyes sharply, two purple rays of light shot out, facing the golden light of the gods without fear.

"The so-called God is just the imagination of mortals, born from the beliefs of everyone. If I believe in God, then God is mighty and boundless. If I don't have God in my heart, then the heaven and earth and all things exist in my heart, I am me, and so is God. Can't be around."

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 far, and 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 people with ordinary aptitudes became holy, relying on a strong mind and a simple state of mind.

No matter what world it is, there are things that are difficult for ordinary people to understand, and they like to use miracles to explain unknown things, 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 cut off that obsession in his heart here, and it is a great opportunity to hone his mood in the future.

In the final analysis, these gods and people are just a ray of imprint left by the saint. As long as he understands in his heart, Xiao Chen has no reason to lose this battle that spanned tens of thousands of years.

As soon as Xiao Chen's voice fell, the light behind the goddess slowly dimmed, and the ten thousand zhang light began to slowly dissipate, and finally dispersed into nothingness.

Boom!

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

A dragon roar appeared, a blue dragon leaped out of the sea, and a man with a long knife stood above the dragon's head. As soon as he appeared, the eighteen green dragons entangled around Xiao Chen immediately flew behind him.

The sound of dragon whistling, continuous, shaking, and the edge of this space, there are actually cracks that spread across the sky.

The man standing above the dragon head looked at the gods and people in the sky with a disdainful smile, tapped his toes, brushed his figure, and disappeared in place.

Pfft!

With a flash of sword light, the head of the gods in the sky was directly slashed. The speed was so fast that Xiao Chen couldn't even see his back. The speed of the naked eye couldn't keep up at all.

The sky and the earth were shattered, and the scene in front of Xiao Chen changed again. All the volcanic lava disappeared, and a black flag was planted in the center of a barren land.

Xiao Chen seemed to come from outside the sky, slowly fell to the ground, and walked towards the black flag, on which was written a vast Chinese character.

Without hesitation, Xiao Chen walked over and pulled up the black flag. In an instant, the wind and clouds were surging, the wind was blowing, and the sand was flying.

call!

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

Xiao Chen sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, carefully comprehended the laws of heaven and earth, and understood the rhythm of the sage left by the sage in the banner.

The surrounding environment kept changing, and for a while, there was an ancient battlefield where the smoke was everywhere and blood was splattered everywhere. Saints fell and great demons were eliminated. For a while, it will be a snowy night, under the full moon, flowers are flying all over the sky, and the beauty of a man and a woman is endlessly lingering.

For a while, the sage realized the Dao, the visions of heaven and earth came out, standing on the top of the mountain, endless thunder and lightning roared, the sage realized the avenue in the thunder, and derived his own laws.

In the end, all this disappeared, leaving only an endless gray, a figure standing in the air, looking into the distance, in the eyes, it was endless loneliness, indescribable loneliness.

This is the life of the saint. He was also young and frivolous, with love and hatred, and the world was turned upside down. He was also invincible in the world, going from heaven to earth, picking the stars and taking the moon, and being omnipotent.

But what is left in the end is endless loneliness, and the loneliness that no one can understand, leaving a long sigh.

Xiao Chen suddenly opened his eyes, there was chaos in his eyes, he saw the life of an ancient great sage. It seems as long and long as ten thousand years have passed, and it seems that only a moment has passed, hazy like a dream.