The water and soil of Jiuzhou, the heart of Qinzhou, Lianyun Mountains, a scene of the end of the world.

In the world, there was a giant holding the sky and supporting the earth. His huge body collapsed inch by inch, and he still trampled on the earth, roaring at the mountains and rivers. The entire Lianyun Mountains swayed. The earth was broken in trembling. Rivers were interrupted in fear. The forests rose and flew in the sky. The soil spread out and covered the sky.

As soon as the ancestor of the northern border showed his power, the sky collapsed and the earth broke. The entire Qinzhou land trembled, like a floating ocean and storm.

"Daojun Donghua, I didn't expect that you have only been practicing immortality for hundreds of years, and your power has reached this point. Since the creation of the world, you are like you, but only a few people are counting."

"You are proud, but the survival of the tribes in the northern border is all in my thoughts. There will be a battle between you and me. Let this rich Qinzhou and the towering clouds be buried for you and me."

“Ahhhhh~”

After a resentful word from the ancestors of the northern border, they roared wildly, as if they wanted to destroy Qinzhou with their words, and buried the loser in this battle.

"Boom~"

This muffled thunder sound did not come from the sky, but resounded in the earth, as if the Lianyun Mountains that had existed since ancient times were lying in half of the Qinzhou land. The roots of the huge mountain condensed by the Qinzhou veins were broken and almost to be uprooted.

This kind of horror is no longer the power of the world. I really don’t know how this existence has been hidden in the northern border for countless years and has never been noticed. It has never created such a great reputation.

It is like a sword, forging the supreme edge, but it is hidden deep in the sheath and cannot be seen in the sun. Today is the day when the ancestors of the northern border will accumulate strength and depression for countless years and vent their entire lives.

Unfortunately, his opponent is the arrogant Zhang Fan who is at the peak of his life.

"The land of Jiuzhou is the soil for the breeding of our human race, which is like the bloody battle of our ancestors. How could it be shaken by all the qualifications of your foreign race?"

Zhang Fan looked up at the sky, and his whole body was floating up, his robe was windless, and he seemed to have infinite power when stretched out, as if he could tear apart the world at any time.

"This land and water give birth to me, raise me, and grow up me, and are attached to me; how can you let others be buried with me now in front of me?"

"Give it to me, fall"

Suddenly, Zhang Fan slowly stretched out his palm and turned over.

"Boom~"

In an instant, like time flowing backwards, the flying boulders fell to the earth, the cut-off rivers rush again, the shaking veins calmed down, and the flying trees rooted in the earth and returned to the green...

During this whole process, the Northern Xinjiang ancestor was injured by the great vow of the world, and his body collapsed. He scattered in the air and fell like rain, but there was endless air extracting, constantly filling it in the sky, making the Northern Xinjiang ancestor yellow all over, like the son of the earth drilled out of the cracked earth.

In this way, repeated destruction and replying will make Zhang Fan's magic power strong and he will definitely defeat the ancestors of the Northern Frontier, and will not be able to protect Qinzhou Lianyun from the disaster.

This kind of damage is fundamental, in its original power, and cannot be compensated by magical powers.

"The fertile soil of Jiuzhou, and the tribes in the northern border are unavailable, so let him destroy them with us."

The ancestor of the Northern Frontier roared and the roared, almost crazy.

He was also unlucky. Although Zhang Fan was extremely powerful before his sudden enlightenment, he could not have hurt his magic body by attacking the world's only great vow technique like before.

If they had come a few days earlier, they would be able to compete with each other and compete with each other.

However, time could not be reversed. The ancestor of the Northern Xinjiang was cautious and extinguished his only hope. At the same time, the destruction of the tens of thousands of years of desire for the fertile soil of the Jiuzhou.

He knew in his heart that with Zhang Fan one day, the tribes in the northern border were just ants-like existences, and survival was a luxury, let alone being involved in the nine states, occupying this fertile land on earth, and becoming the protagonist of the world?

The only opportunity and hope for tens of thousands of years has destroyed the ancestors of the Northern Frontier completely crazy. As he said, even if he dies, Qinzhou, one of the nine provinces, must be buried with him.

Judging from the current situation, he is really likely to succeed.

"I said that if I, Zhang Fan, cannot be destroyed by others!"

The palm that suppressed the earth suddenly flipped up, and turned into a palm facing the sky, like holding the earth, and handed out.

"What is Donghua Daojun doing?"

Millions of immortals, in a daze.

Zhang Fan's understatement of his hand was competing with the ancestors of the Northern Xinjiang to stabilize the Qinzhou Lianyun. Isn't this going to give in to all his previous efforts?

Just at this moment, Zhang Fan exhaled and his tongue burst into thunder:

"Old Ancestor of Northern Xinjiang"

"You, come in"

The thunder-like sound echoed, and in an instant, the light and shadow were mottled, and the heaven and earth were rotating. The millions of immortals in it seemed to be confused, confused, and fell into chaos.

But when I heard it, the strange sounds in my ears were unknown. The ancestors in the northern border roared in fear and were suppressed by the Brahma Singing, and they were like Buddha's kingdom.

When they were clear and clear, everyone quickly opened their eyes and saw that the Northern Frontier ancestor who overturned Qinzhou and shook Lian Yun as easily as if he had overturned a boat in the sea had disappeared in the air.

Standing up to the sky, raising your hand can hold the sky and collapse, and stepping on your feet can cause the earth to sink, and the terrifying existence that covers all the vision of everyone suddenly disappeared, and the huge world actually showed a different kind of emptyness.

In this empty world, the earth, the rivers, the soil, the trees, the stubborn stones...

Everything comes back to its original position, silent, as if everything is just happening in a dream.

"Dong~Dong~Dong~Dong~Dong~"

The sound of the Donghuang bell seemed like a huge thunder. One wave after another, one wave higher and one wave, and finally became a sweeping momentum, which could almost penetrate the three realms and spread to the eight wildernesses.

Looking in the sound, millions of immortals saw an ancient bronze bell hanging high in front of Zhang Fan. The light and shadow below it were mottled, like a small world, with a tiny bit of it, which showed the mountains, rivers, cities, stars, and billions of creatures.

Millions of immortals were shocked, not understanding what had happened before. When the ancestor of the Northern Xinjiang was heading, a familiar voice came from Zhang Fan's palm.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

The crazy roar, endless destruction, the roar of the mountains and rivers in the palm of the palm was destroyed, becoming a terror full of devastated eyes, making millions of immortals recall the scene of Qinzhou swaying and trembling in the clouds a moment ago.

"The ancestor of the Northern Xinjiang..."

"He... was actually in the palm of Donghua Daojun"

"This...how is this possible?"

The huge body of the ancestor of the Northern Xinjiang, which was still deeply imprinted in everyone's hearts, was unimaginable for a moment how the huge and uncommon body was put into the small palm.

Not to mention that the powerful strength that shakes Qinzhou resists this scene, it far exceeds the limit of the imagination of millions of immortals.

"The ancestor of the Northern Xinjiang..."

Zhang Fan's voice slowly came out, like a statement on behalf of heaven and earth, and a life for the people. It has indescribable majesty and indescribable dignity: "After entering the country in my palm, what can you do to me if you are crazy?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the old ancestors in the northern border drank the broken mountains and rivers in his palm, and the broken river valleys were restored to their original state. That is, the millions of cities and billions of people, they also returned to their normal lives.

This world actually came into being and died as Zhang Fan said.

Everything is nothing but a meaningless struggle. Even if you step through the earth, tear apart the sky, and turn everything into chaos, you cannot escape from Zhang Fan's fingers.

I don’t know if it was because of the disheartened heart or exhausted all the strength of my body and venting all the depression. Gradually, the ancestors of the northern border finally calmed down.

He looked up at the sky, and the yellow light in his eyes seemed to penetrate the mountains and rivers in his palms, looking at Zhang Fan who was staring down.

At this time, this terrifying existence that could shake the world finally truly entered the sight of millions of immortals for the first time.

"Huh? Why is it..."

Countless sounds of shock and suspicion came one after another, but most of the people knew the roots of the people. It was just because of this that they were shocked and suspicious.

"Stone Man."

"Terracotta Warriors."

"Shisheng clan..."

...

Various different names refer to the same race - the Stone Man, an extremely inconspicuous one among the ethnic groups in the northern border.

Among the millions of immortals, there are many who have speculated on the roots of the ancestors in the northern border, but no one from beginning to end can think of the stone human race.

The stone human race is not a flesh-and-blood creature, but a kind of alien race among stones. It was born in a special stubborn stone. When it matures, it cracks the stone and turns into stubborn stones when it dies. Therefore, it is also called the stone life race.

The reproduction of the Stone Man tribe can be called fatherless and motherless, and was called the immortal clan in ancient times. It can be said that it can attain eternal life in another way.

Whenever the stone human race is exhausted or killed, it will turn into a stubborn stone again. After countless years of silence, this stubborn stone is constantly cracked and broken, and will differentiate into several stubborn stones. When the time is ripe, new stone human race will be born again.

In terms of its roots, all the people in the world come from common ancestors and common bodies. It is not an exaggeration to say that they are one and that they are immortal. But how many people are willing to do such immortality?

There is another characteristic of this stone human race, which is that it is chaotic and chaotic, and it is almost impossible to get out of it. Therefore, although its natural ability is still successful, it is still the lowest among the tribes in the northern border.

Because of this, in ancient times, whether it was human cultivators, holy kings, or demon gods, those who practiced the way of emperors and wanted to achieve supreme magical powers with the way of emperors, most of them like to control the stone human race as terracotta warriors, let them guard the tombs and guard the caves, so they were called terracotta warriors by people at that time.

This is definitely not a strong race, nor is it a race that can give birth to a terrifying existence like the ancestors of the Northern Xinjiang.

The ancestors of the northern border, who were in Zhang Fan's palm, seemed to be unable to feel the astonishment and burning eyes of millions of immortals, just calmed down and spoke slowly:

"What kind of magical power is this?"

His voice brought endless fatigue, and for a moment he could not tell whether it was physical fatigue or mental fatigue.

The greatest sorrow is death. Zhang Fan's Northern Xinjiang ancestor who failed to kill with the technique of "Sir-Sir-Sir-Sir-Sir-Sir-Sir-Sir-Sir-Sir-Sir-Sir-Sir-Sir-Sir-Sir-Sir-Sir-Sir-Sir-Sir-Sir-Sir-Sir-Sir-Sir-Sir-Sir-Sir-Sir-Sir-Sir-Sir-Sir-Sir-Sir-Sir-Sir-Sir-Sir-Sir-Sir-Sir-Sir-Sir-Sir-Sir-Sir-Sir-Sir-Sir-Sir-Sir-Sir-Sir-Sir-Sir-Sir-Sir-Sir-Sir-Sir-Sir-Sir-Sir-Sir-Sir-Sir-Sir-Sir-Sir-Sir-Sir-Sir-Sir-Sir-Sir-

"What supernatural powers?"
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