Chapter 207 The Collapsed Elemental Symbol

"Well?"

"Are these monks from outside?"

Yan Nu's artistic conception spread, shocking the outside world, and at the same time making him feel the outside world.

Of course, this is not divine consciousness, and martial arts does not have the power to be as powerful as meeting someone thousands of miles apart.

So he couldn't see or hear the crowd, he could only feel their position.

Each existence is like a small flame, dotted like fireflies in the night sky.

He didn't attack, he was still learning to distinguish, trying to let himself feel as much content as possible.

After all, there are many of our own people out there.

"boom!"

"Hahaha!"

"Yuanfu, don't run away!"

Yan Nu shocked all the strong men, and those yellow scarf warriors fell to the ground unconscious.

He leaped high into the sky, and every move he made was full of artistic conception, like the blazing sun rising into the sky.

You can experience that your mastery of power has improved even more. The power of thousands of dragons in your body can be gathered or dispersed, and various changes can exert greater power.

All the things flowing in the body can be felt clearly and every detail is present.

Of course, these small changes in the senses are nothing compared to the great power of attaining the Tao realm. People have more wonderful things.

In terms of skills and realm, he is still far behind, but he is just more powerful than he was before.

But it doesn’t matter, Yan Nu has never relied on progress in this area to defeat his enemies. This improvement in skills cannot keep up with the speed at which he provokes enemies...

"Buzz!"

Yan Nu punched out, filled with a kind of artistic conception, making people feel as grand as the sunshine.

A large number of yellow turban warriors fell, no longer alive.

Of course, this is how it seems to those who set up the formation. In fact, the thoughts of the spirit puppet are sucked into the artistic conception space, and are refined and separated from the ideological imprint.

Yan Nu had no intention of releasing them again to help fight.

On the one hand, it was unnecessary, but on the other hand, the yellow scarf warriors were fighting each other, and he was afraid that his body would also be destroyed.

At that time, if there is only a ray of spirituality, but without the body, won't it still be dead?

Moreover, if the organizer discovers that he can steal souls and make the Yellow Turban Warriors switch sides, who knows what could happen?

Therefore, it is better to wait until the formation is broken before putting the confiscated spirituality back into the warrior's body.

"Ahahahaha!"

Yan Nu ran as fast as flying, feeling very uncomfortable.

Wherever he passed, with a punch and a palm, scores of yellow scarf warriors fell down, which could be said to have swept away thousands of armies.

There were many weird warriors flying in the sky, and he didn't let them go either.

He jumped up and jumped behind the yellow scarf warrior with wings on his back. The warrior somersaulted to get rid of him.

He laughed, grabbed the opponent's wings and flicked them, causing them to lose consciousness. Even the piece that the strong man hit fell from the sky.

Then Yan Nu stepped in the air again, and the strong men in the sky were densely packed. He was also very precise, moving vertically and horizontally like a dragonfly touching water.

The speed is as fast as lightning, leaping across the air and crossing a thousand feet in one step.

Running and leaping across the sky like this, thousands of strong men flew down like heavy snow.

In the blink of an eye, people fell from the sky like rain, and corpses floated on the ground.

"Is this a warrior?"

Master Yuan Fu's three heads were all shocked.

This is a killing ground for warriors and warriors, and there is no doubt that the Yellow Turban Warriors are a perfect match here. If the Immortal were trapped here, he would probably not be able to defeat so many Yellow Turban Warriors.

First of all, the number is extremely scary, more than one million, what is the concept?

At first, Xingtian could only deal with the Golden Body stage with one punch, and with the Longevity stage, he could only punch with one blow, while at the Lichen stage, he could get through a few moves.

This kind of efficiency is already an extremely astonishing manifestation of Xingtian's combat power. The body is ridiculously hard, the physical strength seems to be endless, and the brute force is even more terrifying.

But even so, Xing Tian could kill at most 100,000 people in one day. He had to fight non-stop for ten days before he could kill all the millions of Yellow Turban warriors.

Not to mention, the Yellow Turban Warrior can repair himself or his companions.

He never expected that Xingtian would suddenly understand the artistic conception of martial arts and be so powerful that he could defeat thousands of troops.

At this moment, even the warriors in the Lichen stage are not the enemy of one unit, and they are even being killed in pieces.

This was achieved purely by virtue of his martial arts strength, which made him despair.

"Yuan Fu!" Yan Nu came nearby and shouted loudly, raising his iron fist high.

Master Yuan Fu was suddenly in a trance. This swooping punch was so powerful that even his head was buzzing, as if he saw the scorching sun in the sky.

During his grand renewal period, was he affected by the artistic conception of a warrior? How strong does this have to be?

"Xuanwu!" He screamed and came to his senses, and quickly ordered Xuanwu to attack and stop the opponent.

Three of the four incarnations were surrendered, leaving only Xuanwu.

And Xuanwu is actually very suitable for this killing field. Although its suppressive power is gone, it is powerful in itself and can shake the heaven and the earth.

Regardless of the power of Yan Slave Thousand Dragons, it is actually nothing compared to Xuanwu.

Yuan Fu never dispatched him because he was looking for Xing Tian's flaw because he knew that Xing Tian was immune to damage.

Never thought that the situation would change suddenly? When the Sun Fist comes down, how can he stop it?

In this dimension, his combat power is at most equivalent to that of a golden-body, yellow-turbaned warrior.

"Bang!"

Xuanwu shouted, and the tortoise-snake body soared into the air, lifting the sky with great force. The shock made the entire ancient battlefield seem to be shaking, and the earth cracked and whined.

Yan Nuxin said that he had great strength, and punched Xuanwu Turtle Palm.

There was a huge gap in power between the two. Yan Nu flew directly into the sky, whizzed, and returned like a meteor.

"clang!"

He hit the red star on the top of the sky hard.

In an instant, the entire ancient battlefield illusion was shaken, and countless cracks appeared.

The mountains, rivers, earth, sky and air all shook.

Xuanwu's palm was so powerful that it almost exploded the entire mountain and river.

However, Yan Nu did not suffer any harm at all, as if all the harm in this virtual world were actually the same.

On the other hand, Xuanwu's spirituality was swept away by him, and his body fell down.

At the same time, the scars of the entire world were restored instantly, and even the canyons and ravines from the previous battle disappeared, just like when they first entered.

"Oh? Have you recovered? If you don't have time to recover, can this illusion be shattered?"

Yan Nu didn't know if he could wake up after breaking this illusion.

But there is no need to think about it. You can get out by 'killing everyone', and if he absorbs the spirit of the Yellow Turban Warrior, it should be equivalent to killing him.

Yan Nu fell from the sky and stepped on Xuanwu's back.

Although this thing is made of laws, it is actually a super spiritual puppet without a soul, and its mind is the same as that of the Yellow Turban Warrior.

At this moment, the Xuanwu spirit is 'worshipping fire' in his artistic conception space. This is manifested in the outside world by directly losing consciousness and paralyzing like a corpse.

"What!"

Master Yuan Fu was horrified. The Xuanwu he had placed his hope on not only did not hurt Xing Tian at all, but was killed instantly?

It can be said that Xuanwu is the strongest in the entire virtual ancient battlefield.

Even if it is defeated by one move, then there is no way for me to fight.

"My life is at stake..." Yuan Fu sighed. He didn't even bother to run. He had given up completely. He had just received the news, and his brothers told him to be strong...

Looking at Xing Tian who looked invincible on the battlefield, he wanted to curse.

"Persistence will lead to victory? How can I persevere? Come in and try!"

Seeing that Xing Tian was going to kill him, Yuan Fu wanted to die a dignified death, after all, he was a master of Taoism.

But there is great terror between life and death, and the five-hundred-year journey of cultivating immortality is just gone. How can we be willing to accept it?

"Wait a minute, I have a way out!"

"Huh?" Yan Nu looked down at him: "If you had the means to go out, you would have gone out long ago..."

Yuan Fu shouted again: "There is a way! There is really a way to get out, just use the magical power of Liujia Qimen."

No matter, just delay for a while, and he immediately told everything he knew.

Yan Nu chuckled: "That's it? I don't know who has it. What's the point of this method? And isn't there a way to survive? I just need to kill everyone and I can get out."

He was about to land his fist, Yuan Fu said anxiously: "It's impossible..."

"My junior brother has given an order to throw the people of Shanhai into this formation, forcing you to be unable to survive..."

He directly told Yan Nu about his plans and thoughts outside.

"What!"

Yan Nu was shocked and indeed sensed that a large number of people had landed very close to him.

Of course, he didn't know how big the 'formation' was in reality. After all, the real area was different from the area of ​​the virtual ancient battlefield.

His artistic conception can actually only spread for dozens of miles, while the virtual ancient battlefield is extremely large, spanning hundreds of miles.

Therefore, he could sense people outside the formation, but the virtual side did not cover the whole place.

"call out!"

Yan Nu didn't care much, jumped up high and glanced behind him.

As expected, many Shanhai citizens appeared in the ancient battlefield. They entered the formation, and then their phantom bodies appeared in the ancient battlefield.

"It is actually impossible to kill everyone and get out. The organizer can continuously generate virtual warriors."

"And my junior brother is even more clever. Knowing that you are the god of a foreign race, he threw the people of Shanhai into the country to see if you would kill each other..."

As Yuan Fu spoke, Yan Nu shouted angrily: "How dare you do this!"

"They are all people! They are all people!"

"The way of heaven transformed the ancient ancestors into totem images, and only then did we have the people of the mountains and seas!"

"Who is killing each other!!"

Yan Nu was so angry that he punched the ground with his fist, causing turmoil in all directions.

His artistic conception swept across, causing another group of yellow scarf warriors to fall, and at the same time it also affected the Shanhai nationals who came in.

Those people's minds were buzzing, and they all looked in the direction of Yan Nu as if they saw a light. Then they endured the pain of mental shock and gathered excitedly.

Yan Nu was very bitter: "My artistic conception cannot absorb the consciousness of these living people."

The ability of his Fire Concept to absorb spirituality can only act on spiritual fragments without souls, such as the spirituality of spirit puppets and magic weapons.

The souls and spirits residing in Niwan Palace belong to another category.

Yan Nu was very upset. He had not thought about this before the artistic conception was generated. Otherwise, the function of his artistic conception would have been broader.

Although I don't know how to evolve, since the artistic conception can be whatever I want, then maybe there will be a chance when the five-element tempered body is as powerful as a dragon or a tiger.

Yan Nu thought and denounced, then suppressed the impact and hurt of the artistic conception on the people of Shanhai, and let them gather around him.

As for the strong men who were approaching, they fell in pieces.

There are too many yellow scarf warriors, and the group of battles he just fought have not solved them all. There are still hundreds of thousands left... But with the artistic conception, it is only a matter of time before they are solved.

"Are all the citizens of Shanhai a human race?" Yuan Fu exclaimed.

Yes, he listened this time...

Xing Tian also said it before, but who cares about him? I just want to deceive everyone.

But now after experiencing all this and seeing Xing Tian's thousands of troops conquering the country, he was unstoppable and unparalleled in domineering power. He realized how could Xing Tian talk nonsense?

He didn't ask for anything from anyone, so why would he make up lies? Moreover, such fierce gods definitely disdain to please the human race.

At this time, facing someone like me who can easily strangle him, and still saying this... isn't it true?

"The ancient ancestors were transformed into totems by the way of heaven...how could such a thing happen!"

"There are no foreign races at all? Is it a lie that the Holy Lord Jedi Tiantong became a god after his death?"

When Yuan Fu thought about it, he was so frightened that he felt numb all over.

Yan Nu shouted: "The ancient sage did not confer gods at all. Zhuanxu's Jedi Heavenly Power drove the gods into the divine realm! He only sacrificed human ancestors and deposed the gods!"

"From now on, humans and gods will not be disturbed, and everyone will have their own order!"

"The gods will not worship those who are not human, and the people will not worship those who are not of their own clan!"

Yuan Fu thought that when he was young, he read ancient books and it was indeed written like this.

But later, after reading the records of the Immortal Sect, I felt that the gods were talking about the more detailed ancient battles. After all, there really were alien races in Dongtian.

But now, Xing Tian told him that this was all false. Zhuan Xu had not become a god and would have died long ago.

And they are killing their compatriots... This directly makes Yuan Fu's Taoist heart almost collapse.

In any aristocratic family, filial piety is the first priority, respecting heaven is the most important thing, and respecting ancestors is also true respect for ancestors.

They regard the words of the gods as a guideline because those human gods were transformed by the ancestors of the human race and were ancient saints.

In addition, they generally respect other categories of gods and earthly beings, even if they have higher status.

For example, Xuan Ling of the Emei Sect directly uses magical powers to attract people's help in the Tianshen Temple. This is a case of "the gods won't help me?" Then I’m going to give you a shit about this kind of monk.

There are three types of gods: heaven, earth, and humans. Most monks truly respect only the human gods from the bottom of their hearts, even if they are of the lowest status.

This kind of respect is passed down in the bones and blood. Now that I think about it, isn’t it the cultural mark brought about by the so-called "only sacrifice to human ancestors" and "gods do not worship non-human beings, and people do not sacrifice non-ethnic people"?

Once he started to believe it, he suddenly felt that it was getting more and more correct the more he thought about it, and a great fear suddenly arose in his heart.

"What did we do?"

"puff!"

Yuan Fu's three heads all vomited blood on the spot, his legs collapsed, and his whole body withered, and he no longer looked as arrogant as before.

What are you arrogant about? I have been arrogant for three hundred years in front of those ancient ancestors who were turned into alien races. Thinking about it now, my soul is about to collapse.

"Wow ah ah ah..."

"The way of heaven alienated the human race, and the gods told a huge lie..."

"Why! Why! What kind of disaster is this?"

Yuan Fu has three heads and six arms, dancing wildly and roaring to the sky.

He was in agony and regretful. Looking at the gathered people from the mountains and seas, he, who was tall and tall, was extremely stooped at the moment, feeling like he was going to shrink into the earth.

"Swish, swish, swish!" The citizens of Shanhai are still being thrown in, and figures are appearing everywhere on the earth.

"Stop! Shen Mo Lian! Stop it!"

Yuan Fu was excited and shouted wildly.

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p.s: Sorry.