Both hands... bumped into one place!

His left hand hugged the little and ring fingers of his right hand, and his thumb and index finger were arched like the hilt of a sword, protruding from the point where the index finger and middle finger of his right hand juxtaposed with the sword - and he raised it.

The fragments of the statue that were shattered on the ground gathered together at a terrifying speed.

A statue of a god exuding boundless darkness and endless destruction was formed. It reunited from the destruction and became far more powerful than before.

Destruction is its power, and brokenness is its rebirth. To a certain extent, it can be said to be immortal. The only thing that restricts its existence is Cang Meng himself.

This is an original statue created by Cang Meng. Although it is named after a god, it is different from all gods.

This is the [Idol of the Outer Gods], possessing only pure darkness and destruction, not contaminated by any so-called superior will.

It was the extreme disappointment in the gods that led to this reversal of the divine path.

It is precisely because we never believe in God that we have this most rebellious “god-defying statue”!

The meaning of the existence of this statue is to destroy the god, not to condense faith. It is "original from God and outside the gods", hence its name.

On that dark and endless face, a pair of bloody eyes opened.

boom!

[The Statues of the Outer Gods] rushed towards the throne of the supreme god, and boundless darkness swept across like a wave.

The wave rolled over, but the throne of God was still the throne of God. The two figures on the throne of God appeared and remained silent.

Although this supreme throne is right in front of our eyes, it is like the moon in a mirror or the flowers in the water, so close and yet so far away.

Sure enough, I couldn't even get close.

Of course Helian Qingtong knew that he was not trusted, and even with all that said, Cang Ming still had to try it himself before giving up. But he didn't mind at all, and just asked: "Jiang Zhenjun, what answer can you burn?"

Is it done?"

"It only takes one round to sit in a well and look at the sky. I have some answers now, but they are bound to be a thousand miles away." Jiang Wangqian said sincerely: "I also asked my senior to put some [human poison] in to fuel the fire of the tribulation in the world of mortals."

Helian Qingtong just raised his finger, and the human poison of the slender wrinkled insect crawled out from his fingertip and crawled toward the bottom of the clock.

No matter what he thinks in his heart, He is very considerate of this attitude. He is not stingy with the help he can give.

After hearing about the situation in Zhongli, Jiang Wangdu shared it with everyone.

Whether it is the two supreme figures in the temple or Na Liang on the top of the mountain, they can clearly see that even with the support of [Human Poison] and the information provided by Helian Qingtong... it becomes even more intense.

The mortal calamity fire and the true fire of samadhi are still unable to shake this immortal divine body. After burning for so long, not even a hair of the horse's hair has been burned.

And this is already the strongest method among these people.

This living god stood there, letting people do whatever he wanted, but these people couldn't do anything about him.

Unable to imagine transcendence, unable to defeat eternity.

For a moment, there was no sound in the channel. Everyone felt the pressure, and as time passed, their hearts became heavier and heavier.

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"God Cangtu has taken advantage." Helian Qingtong suddenly said.

Without him having to speak, Samadhi True Fire had already given Jiang Wang the answer. The ever-changing chaotic divine light in that majestic divine body was clearly showing a tendency to unify.

Cangtu God, who had already had the experience of seizing the gods with Helian Qingtong, had made up for his initial regrets, and had almost no weaknesses. On the battlefield where he was good at, he did not give Helian Shanhai any chance.

"Please kill me." Na Liang, who had been carried back by the token and was lying alone on the top of Qionglu Mountain, silent all the time, suddenly said: "Your Highness Zhaotu, please give me the honor of being the last general."

Helian Zhaotu, half squatting in the temple with his sword in hand, said nothing.

Na Liang added: "I am the commander of the wolf. Once I die, there will be a reaction in the army. This situation will let the world know that the high priest may have something to do."

"The general died for the country and cut off his head to serve the king's favor. I am already disabled and can't be of much help. Please, Your Highness, don't let me wait here to die in vain!"

In the huge and high sacred mountain, only his voice was hovering.

When he didn't get a response from Helian Zhaotu, he shouted again: "Your Majesty the Envoy of God!"

Cang Meng, who was lying on his back, pursed his lips, blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth, and his fingers moved slightly.

Helian Zhaotu held down Cang Meng's hand. He pressed down his hand gently but unyieldingly, and also stopped the movement of the [Statue of Foreign Gods].

"Leave it to me," he said.

He stared at the appearance of the Cangtu God on the throne, and he knew that the Cangtu God was also looking at him. The appearance of the Great Shepherdess sitting next to the Cangtu God was obviously much duller. This was the result of the battle to seize the gods.

Performance at a disadvantage.

Helian Zhaotu just stood up slowly and suddenly laughed: "Sure enough, wait for me to ascend the throne!"

It seemed to be a response to what Helian Qingtong said not long ago when he appeared here.

He took a slight step forward, but his body did not move forward but retreated, landing in front of the stone statue of the Great Shepherdess.

He lowered his head, faced the stone statue, and shouted with respect and dependence: "Mother!"

Then he raised his head, and there was no unnecessary expression on his face.

He stretched out his hands, took off his mother's flat crown... and put it on his head.

Is this transgression?

No, this is inheritance.

Helian Shanhai, the Great Mu Emperor, is dead.

Here is the picture of Helian Zhao as the Prince of the Supervisory State.

There really should be a coronation here today.

He lost his father here many years ago, and today his mother burned her flesh and blood here. No one can crown him as a king, he crowns himself.

When he put the stone flat crown on his head, it turned back to its original color and became azure again.

The mighty national power once again condensed on him, floating into a sky-blue dragon robe.

The king of the grassland should be as vast as the sky.

Under the Pingtian crown, Helian Zhao's golden eyes are shrouded by the power of the country, showing only nobility and majesty.

The cracked sky gap in the dome of the temple seemed to never heal again. In the boundless far dome deep in the sky gap, there was a faint roar of thunder.

Just like yesterday everything died, just like today everything is alive.

This is the alternation of past and present.

A new generation replaces the old monarch.

"I am—the fifty-seventh emperor of the Damu Empire, Helian Zhaotu!"

He was still holding the Dengyong Sword, with his long hair and the pearls of Hepingtian Crown raised. He had always had a majestic face, but now he raised his eyebrows like a cold front, and he moved forward!

"But the God who overthrows the power of the country and punishes you for being unkind! Let the grassland no longer have white hair wind, and the people will not die innocently! The world is not the pasture of the gods, but the home of the people of our pastoral country!"

Looking at the appearance of Cangtu God on the supreme throne, his figure is moving forward in an indomitable way, and there seems to be a dragon flying around the Dengyong sword, which can already represent the royal power.

Bang bang! Bang bang!

Like the sound of a heartbeat, like the sound of a drum.

What I heard again was the sound of footsteps.

But on the mountain path of the highest sacred mountain, the stone statues moved unexpectedly! They even lifted their feet and walked towards the top of the mountain.

Zhenhe Zhenjun's restriction on staying here has long been broken by the wind and snow.

Snowflakes were falling on the ground, making the emperors who climbed the mountains turn white.

This thousand-year-old wind and snow is exactly the king’s crown!

It hovers over the heavens, roars above the heads of the people, and has been subjected to severe cold for many years - if it cannot bear the wind and snow for all people, how can it be worthy of being above all people?

Helian Zhaotu was watching the appearance of God Cangtu in the temple, but the distance was only a few hundred steps away, as if it were a world away. Cang Meng desperately tried to move the [Idols of Other Gods], but he could not cross it. This distance was very long.

The top can be surpassed.

But when Helian Zhaotu moved forward, when he handed out his Emperor's Sword——

Behind the fifty-seventh generation emperor of the Damu Empire is the journey of the Damu royal family for thousands of years, and he is an ancestor who climbed the mountain.

The stone statues were shattered one after another, and the shadow of the king was cast into his Dengyong sword. The dragon roared thousands of miles away.

At this moment, Helian Zhaotu was shrouded in endless light. The vast light was the gathering of countless tiny light points.

Helian Zhaotu seemed to hear a subtle sound in every light spot.

Those voices are noisy but lively, small but warm, weak but tenacious, distant but full of vitality.

The simplest and most hard-working people in this land all want nothing more than two words in their entire lives -

alive.

Live well.

Helian Zhaotu listened carefully and listened with his heart.

He heard people begging for tiles in the cold kiln, dreaming about sheep fur in the cold wind, men worried that the pastures would not be lush enough in the coming year, women mending holes in door curtains, children wanting to have snowball fights, and five horsemen hoping that the heavy snow would close the road soon.
To be continued...