Chapter 495

The dragon Qi of the Jinmen water mansion, heaven-born and earth-raised, forms a holy infant.

The dragon vein of Jinmen is a water dragon separated from the North Dragon.

The dragon vein of the Tomb of the Living Dead is a Yin dragon separated from the Middle Dragon.

The dragon veins of the world crisscross, dominating the rise and fall of the human world, yet they do not escape the cage of the Kunlun ancestral dragon vein.

They are like complex and changeable circuits; only with heaven-reaching methods can one steal the secrets of heaven, intercept a "private line" from them, and borrow energy from other circuits.

Looking at the Daoist sect of the world, pushing across the hundred years of time, the number of people who can have such methods can be counted on one's fingers; they must be able to leave their names in history, standing at the peak of the red dust, capable of looking at longevity.

Back then, Zhang Laoer and Li Laoshan entered the Tomb of the Living Dead and secretly left a bottom-line backup; the two joined forces to graft a node between the Yin dragon of the Tomb of the Living Dead and the water dragon of Jinmen.

This node is the heaven-born and earth-raised man-made holy infant that Zhang Tiansheng spent his energy creating in Jinmen.

The descendants of the South Zhang, if they inherit that water mansion, as long as they enter the Tomb of the Living Dead, they can trigger this key node.

Perhaps, Zhang Tiansheng also knew that as long as this Tomb of the Living Dead exists for one day, there will be countless affinities and endless calamities.

One day, when the incense of the South Zhang walks into this great tomb, the seeds they buried can turn into that thread of vitality.

The predecessors plant trees, the descendants enjoy the shade.

The heaven-reaching technique of the past achieved Zhang Fan's invincible posture at this moment.

"Wa... wa..."

Just at this moment, a deafening cry suddenly resounded, like a thread of clarity in heaven and earth, born with a cry, breaking the mystery of the fetus.

Such a sound made everyone's Primordial Spirit tremble, feeling an unprecedented sense of oppression.

Immediately after, gazes gathered one after another; the huge Tomb of the Living Dead trembled violently, endless atmosphere accompanied by long flowing light surging from all directions, gathering around Zhang Fan, like clouds manifesting, like rivers boiling, actually turning into the figure of a huge infant, between reality and nothingness.

"That... what is that!?"

Meng Qiwu, Qin Ergou, and even An Wuyang's expressions changed suddenly; they looked at the phantom of the huge infant, and a trace of disbelief permeated their trembling eyes.

At this moment, they actually felt a trace of Celestial Master atmosphere, feeling a trace of invincible sharpness.

"Zhang Tiansheng..."

The expressions of the two great experts, Zhou Kongchan and Wang Tianwang, also revealed deep solemnity. What kind of high-level realm were they in? Naturally, they saw some clues.

This is a heaven-born and earth-raised method.

This is a divine ability that steals heaven and changes the sun.

This is a great technique that steals dragon veins.

All these things borrowed this peerless power from heaven and earth.

"The methods of Long Hu Shan really started researching the Heaven-born Spirit Fetus very early."

Just at this moment, Xu Zuowang looked at the phantom of the huge infant before his eyes, and a different kind of brilliance surged in his deep eyes.

Boom—

Suddenly, the huge infant moved, a fleshy palm slapped randomly in the air, and the terrifying power was like a meteor from outside the sky, cutting through the long sky.

The wind roared, thunder rang, true fire boiled, and the trajectory of the palm distorted the surrounding space, everything was chaos.

Xu Zuowang's figure also distorted and disappeared in that trajectory.

Boom—

The entire Tomb of the Living Dead was trembling, as if affected by the emotions of the huge infant, and the huge mountain range couldn't stop shaking.

Mountain springs boiled, dark rivers went out of control, and even the wild beasts outside the mountain range were fleeing, as if welcoming a natural disaster and calamity.

"This kind of power..."

Meng Qiwu, Qin Ergou, An Wuyang, and others trembled, all revealing looks of horror.

They were like ants hiding under withered grass before a mountain flood; under the great anger of heaven and earth, even their thoughts stopped, not knowing life, nor knowing death.

"Zhang Tiansheng is worthy of being a rare genius of the South Zhang in a hundred years."

Suddenly, a slow voice echoed faintly.

Everyone's gaze jumped violently, looking toward the sound; the smoke and dust filling the sky dissipated, and that man walked slowly, like crossing the ten-thousand-mile Yangtze River, better than a leisurely stroll!

"This... even this doesn't die?"

Meng Qiwu, Qin Ergou, and An Wuyang's expressions trembled, and Li Yishan even revealed deep worry.

Such earth-shattering power, let alone death, not even half a speck of dust had stained Xu Zuowang's body.

Such strength is simply shocking.

Seeing this scene, Wang Tianwang's gaze jumped violently, subconsciously looking at Zhou Kongchan beside him; he could feel that the breathing of this old sect master of Mount Zhongnan had become three parts heavier.

"Zhang Fan, you look like you have some of the spirit and sharpness of my Wu Wei Gate master." Xu Zuowang looked at Zhang Fan, actually revealing a bit of appreciation.

Such composure and calmness, as if standing above the nine heavens, looking down at the human world.

Boom—

Just at this moment, the phantom of the water mansion behind Zhang Fan shone brightly.

That water mansion was like a spirit platform, hidden in the center of the huge infant's eyebrows, and Zhang Fan was the Primordial Spirit lurking within.

Suddenly, Zhang Fan put his hands together, and divine light rushed into the sky from his eyebrows.

Almost at the same moment, the huge infant also sat cross-legged, and its fleshy hands suddenly put together.

Bang bang bang...

The shaking of the Tomb of the Living Dead climbed to the extreme, the earth cracked, the dome collapsed, and a dragon roar turned into the cry of an infant.

Immediately after, everyone heard a "rumbling" sound in their ears, like a river breaking its banks, heaven and earth overturning.

"That is..."

Suddenly, from far away, a murky black river arrived, like the power of nature, and also like the anger of heaven.

"Nine-Twist Yellow Springs!?"

This water connects Yin and Yang, dissolves vitality, can erode immortal roots, and can pollute magic treasures.

"Incredible, such methods are already capable of changing heaven and earth, borrowing the power of nature."

Everyone was horrified; everyone knew that the huge infant was extraordinary, obtaining the mystery of heaven-born and earth-raised, borrowing the water dragon to control the Yin dragon, and being able to get the help of the entire Tomb of the Living Dead.

Such power even surpassed the terror of the ordinary Celestial Master Realm.

Boom—

The water of the Yellow Springs comes from heaven, flowing to the sea and never returning.

That kind of fierce power carrying the ten directions and sweeping heaven and earth, vast and mighty, like a wicked dragon coming out of the abyss, killed Xu Zuowang.

"Is this really Zhang Fan!?"

This scene before his eyes even made Li Yishan feel a trance; he practiced 【Jia Birth Gui Death】, the nine methods are supreme, opportunities are constant, twice entering the Tomb of the Living Dead, such heaven-defying immortal affinity, only then did he have that life and death great achievement.

However, his current power seemed not worth mentioning in front of Zhang Fan now.

"Incredible, incredible."

Xu Zuowang stood still, looking at the Yellow Springs rushing toward him, and issued heartfelt praise.

"Kill!"

Just at this moment, Zhou Kongchan also moved, a sword light rushed into the sky, covering heaven and earth, reversing Yin and Yang.

It was also the sword of Mount Zhongnan; if Ye Beichen was a sharp spirit sword, then Zhou Kongchan was a divine sword returning to simplicity and being one with the dust.

Boom—

A ray of brilliance appeared, like the opportunity of Yin and Yang operation, the life and death path of the mysterious sect.

Hum...

At the same time, Wang Tianwang also made a move; his figure turned into an atmosphere, like the master of heaven and earth, like a monarch of the human world, raising his hand to cover the sky, rubbing the sun and moon, such an atmosphere like the rolling torrent of the era, pressing toward Xu Zuowang.

Yellow Springs wicked dragon.

Mount Zhongnan divine sword.

Sun and moon flowing light.

The three great celestial phenomena crisscrossed, and the terrifying power seemed to swallow the Tomb of the Living Dead, the faint empty valley, and the entire Mount Zhongnan dragon vein.

In front of such terrifying celestial phenomena, even Xu Zuowang's figure became small, small as dust.

"Good, very good, you are all heroes among people, roots of becoming immortals."

Suddenly, a slow voice came from the three great celestial phenomena, revealing a trace of joy, revealing a trace of appreciation, as if from now on, this path is not lonely, no longer him groping forward alone.

Such joy, such appreciation came from the heart, followed by the most sincere response from Xu Zuowang.

"All phenomena of the forest, all return to dust!"