Global Throwback: Opening Throwback Zhang Sanfeng

Li Xiang didn't know that because he used his Netherworld luck to enter the list of gods, it would cause huge waves in the long river of time.

However, he can't control the life and death of the gods in the sky.

What he can manage is only the hundreds of millions of compatriots in Kyushu.

Nether luck, through the right hand, is continuously poured into the list of gods.

The names of the gods emerged one by one.

The names of the gods flew out and turned into godheads.

With the Nether Destiny, it continuously passed through Li Xiang's right hand and injected it into the list of gods.

The powerful aura of the ghost emperors of five directions and Hades of the ten palaces was also slowly fading.

As yin gods, they are one with Netherworld, and they both prosper and lose together.

But neither the ghost emperors of the five directions nor the Hades of the ten palaces raised any doubts.

Grandfather watched this scene and opened his mouth, but in the end, he didn't say a word.

He understood that Tian Zi Yin was right.

Once the land of Kyushu sinks, besides the human world of Kyushu, the Nether Yin Division that has just been revived, and the heaven that has not yet been rebuilt will be implicated.

Whether it is for the Kyushu, or for the gods and ghosts of the Three Realms, as well as the trillions of creatures, conferring gods is the most important thing now.

As for the infusion of Nether Qi Luck into the Conferred God List, Li Xiang's act of defilement of the sacred objects

The grandfather closed his eyes in pain.

The breath on his body declined, and his figure became erratic.

In fact, big right and wrong, which is more important, these truths, how could he not know?

I just don't want to, and I don't want to admit it.

Back then when he returned to Kunlun alone without seeing his master, he had already realized that the chains of fate that bound him had vanished.

However, since then, he has become a rootless duckweed floating in time and space.

Or, it is a tombstone from the ancient times of Kyushu.

Let the blade of time carve on your body.

The old man with white hair and white beard had a painful expression on his face.

He raised his head, looked into the deep space, and stared for a long time.

Indistinct words came out of his mouth.

"Master, this disciple is incompetent."

"If you were not so pedantic and stubborn when you conferred the gods back then"

"Actually, I already knew that I am just a pawn in your hand, but so what?"

"Hehehe, I'm with you, and I'm just a lonely ghost in Kunlun."

The old man's voice was intermittent, weeping and complaining, like a sad song that no one could understand.

The Grand Duke at this moment completely lacks the majesty of the gods of the gods.

It feels like an old man in his dying years, standing alone in the bleak autumn wind after being weathered and tempered by the years.

Alone, no one understands.

The phantom of the old man slowly faded away.

"Confused!"

But at this time.

In his mind, Li Xiang's violent shouting suddenly sounded.

The grandfather was slightly startled, looking at Li Xiang in surprise and anger.

Li Xiang thought about it.

One picture after another appeared in front of the grandpa.

In the huge capital city, everything is plain, from the princes to the common people, they all knelt down and mourned, and sent the coffin of the grandpa respectfully.

"This is Hao Jing!" the grandpa exclaimed.

In the melodious and sad music.

The huge funeral procession drove slowly across the long street, and along the way hundreds of thousands of Dazhou people knelt down on both sides.

Dozens of generals of the Great Zhou Dynasty carried the heavy coffin.

Dozens of civil servants of the Great Zhou Dynasty held up spirit banners and threw paper money.

Zhou Tianzi held the spiritual tablet and walked in the front.

Military generals carry coffins, civil servants hold banners, and emperors hold spirits. Such honor is unprecedented, and there will be no one since.

The grandfather stared blankly at this scene, and distant memories flooded into his mind. He couldn't help feeling sad, but also felt a little satisfied.

He enshrined a god but did not become a god, but he was revered in the world.

The screen turns.

Books of Taigong Liutao were printed into volumes and sent to the bookstore and sent to the hands of scholars.

The screen turns again.

On the land of Kyushu.

Ancestral halls enshrining the spirit of the Taigong were built one after another.

Temples with statues of Taigong gods sprang up one after another.

There was a lot of voices and incense.

As time goes by, the crowd keeps flowing.

These ancestral halls and temples have witnessed the change of dynasties in Kyushu Huaxia. Even if they are destroyed by war, they will be rebuilt and rebuilt in peacetime.

For generations, people in Kyushu have never forgotten this old man.

This scene flashed like a revolving lantern.

The Taigong's eyes gradually dimmed.

He never thought that he would have such influence in the world.

I never knew that there are tens of thousands of people in this Kyushu, worshiping and remembering him.

The old man's heart suddenly became heavy.

Duckweed drifting in time seems to have taken root, deeply rooted in the hearts of thousands of people, and rooted in the vast land of Kyushu.

The lonely soul that has been wandering for thousands of years has finally found its home.

Li Xiang's voice sounded in his mind again.

"To your master, you are just a pawn that you can use and throw away."

"But you are not dispensable to the Great Zhou Dynasty, to our nation, to the generations of people living on this land."

"You are very important."

"You are their ancestor."

"It's their guide."

"A light in the dark."

"It is the god who protects them."

The last word is exported.

Taigong trembled as if struck by lightning!

The eyes of the old man flickered, as if countless stars were burning and extinguishing.

Time goes by, the vicissitudes of life, the sun and the moon fly by.

The eyes of the old man gradually brightened, and then bloomed with brilliance.

"God? God? God!"

"What about gods?! What about mortals?!"

"Everything exists in heaven and earth, everything has a spirit, and everything can become a god!"

The stagnation of centuries and millennia finally melted away at this moment.

The grayness and depression in my heart disappeared.

Taigong's beard and hair are flying, and he looks like a madman.

And this time.

A huge godhead slowly condensed on his chest.

This godhead is bigger than all the godheads summoned by Li Xiang combined!

The terrifying energy caused the space to vibrate and distort.

Countless dark clouds gathered, and in the clouds, countless lightning lights roamed and roared, stirring up the heaven and the earth.

The entire sky, centered on Taigong, is sunken downwards, like a huge funnel.

Rumble.

The ground also began to rise, the earth split open, and dozens or hundreds of square kilometers of land rifts rose into the sky.

In the East China Sea in the distance, the sea level is also rising rapidly.

The impact of energy created a storm, rumbling across the entire world of Kyushu.

Today, Taigong conferred the gods.

The sky is falling, and the earth is falling.

In all directions of Kyushu, the secret and powerful wills from various god domains retracted in horror.

The faraway land of the Western Regions.

Shakyamuni suddenly turned around, looking at the dazzling light rising from the horizon in the east, the Buddha's heart trembled.

After a long time, Sakyamuni clasped his hands together, "I didn't expect that in today's world, there will be new gods born, and Kyushu will be prosperous."

After saying this, Shakyamuni turned around and limped forward.

Under his feet, there is a rocky mountain formed by countless rocks, and the silhouette of a huge human can be vaguely seen.

Shakyamuni walked forward and walked past the feet of the blond giant.

Ymir clenched his hands into fists, and because of the force, dozens of wounds on his body burst open, his flesh rolled up, and golden blood flowed out, steaming with foul-smelling water vapor.

Facing this monk from the east, Ymir no longer stopped him.

Because the price paid by the giants is enough.

Ymir ignored Shakyamuni who had a broken leg, but turned around and walked towards the nearest injured mountain giant.

"Ogle Mill, my ancestors, sorry we couldn't"

Ymir squatted down and sighed, "My strength is not enough."

The mountain giant was stunned for a moment, and there was a flash of struggle in his eyes, but the next moment, he said decisively: "The mountain giant is willing to sacrifice everything for you."

Ymir hummed, smashed its stone chest with a punch, and pulled out a heart the size of a truck.

puff, puff, puff

The surface of the heart is covered with fish-like scales, beating constantly.

Ymir raised his head and crushed the huge heart.

A clatter.

A large amount of blood was splashed.

A blood man slipped out.

The blood man's body is covered with countless blood vessels and nerve bundles, one end is connected to him, and the other end is connected to the inner wall of the huge heart.

The blood man was suspended in the air by these blood vessels and nerve bundles, and slowly opened his eyes.

He looked at the huge face of Ymir who was close at hand, showing a frenzied expression, "My power comes from you, and belongs to you!"

Ymir opened his mouth wide, and threw the blood man and the heart into his mouth together.

click, click, click

Ymir chewed a few times, swallowed it, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and walked towards another injured mountain giant.

Sakyamuni listened to the creepy chewing and swallowing sound behind him, showing compassion, clasped his hands together, and recited the Sutra of Rebirth.

Behind him are the ancestor giants who devoured giants, dozens of mountain giants who were injured or died, and millions of monsters who died tragically.

Blood stained the ground red, and the smell of blood filled the sky.

The land connecting the west and the east has become a purgatory of black blood and corpses.