The Golden Elixir Road

Chapter 129: Meeting the Emperor at the End of Heavenly Punishment

Countless phantoms of imperial soldiers appeared in the chaotic sea of ​​thunder and fell towards Wang Zizai.

Wang Zizai threw the Dragon Smoke Gun out, letting it survive the calamity on its own in the chaotic sea of ​​thunder. Then he carried the miniature Heavenly Heart Seal and punched out with all the power.

"Rumble"

Just like the Big Bang, this chaotic sea of ​​thunder carrying the projections of various imperial weapons exploded before it reached Wang Zizai. Endless divine light rushed out with violent energy and then dissipated in the starry sky of the universe.

"Every move he makes is followed by thousands of paths. This is the real Young Emperor!" The four monkeys with six ears were fascinated and wished they could be the emperor.

"boom"

The vast sea of ​​destructive chaotic thunder passed, and a kind of vitality was spreading, giving people hope.

Wang Zizai did not dare to relax, because this was ultimately a catastrophe, not the real divine light of life, but lightning.

The catastrophe that created the universe!

It dispelled the chaos. Although it was terrifying and powerful enough to turn people into ashes, it contained a layer of hope for life.

This catastrophe lasted for an unusually long time. The lightning was different from previous ones. It was as if the sky was really opening. In the vast sea of ​​thunder, all things were born around Wang Zizai, including flowers, birds, fish, insects, stars in the universe, gods, demons, humans and ghosts. Everything that could be imagined and seen took shape at this moment.

These are streaks of thunder and lightning, not real creatures. Kunpeng spreads its wings and soars up to 90,000 miles; gods and demons roar, opening up the chaotic fairyland; real dragons swing their tails, crushing the sun, moon and stars; immortal phoenixes rage, splitting the universe...

It was a vast scene, all transformed by lightning. This was the catastrophe that created the world, so grand and fierce that it made people's souls tremble.

In this calamity that creates the world, even a blade of grass, a bug, or a bird can be terrifying and cause immeasurable destruction.

Wang Zizai tried these plants, flowers, birds, fish, insects, etc. and found that they would all be killed.

All things begin to grow, everything is new, plants, fish, insects, sun, moon, stars, fairy phoenix and white tiger all appear, as well as the gods and demons roaring in the primeval world!

"boom"

After the test, Wang Zizai didn't care and broke the thunders one after another. He had seen the real Axe of Creation, so why would he be afraid of this heavenly calamity?

Flowers, birds, insects, fish, the sun, the moon, and the stars shattered and turned into pure life energy that was absorbed by the Dragon Smoke Gun. The Dragon Smoke Gun became more and more magical and turned into a green dragon. With a dragon roar, it danced in the sea of ​​thunder.

"upbraid!"

Wang Zizai shouted loudly, shattering the last of the calamity light. The immortal spirits and divine beasts in the calamity light all turned into life energy, which Long Yanqiang swallowed in one gulp. They surrounded Wang Zizai like real living beings.

The catastrophe that created the world has passed, but a greater threat is coming.

Wang Zizai had black hair draped over his shoulders, revealing his slender and strong body. His eyes were as cold as lightning, and he looked up at the sky like a demon.

Sure enough, an emperor's shadow appeared in the heavenly calamity, and came to attack Wang Zizai. The young figure of the ancient emperor appeared, and he was in a divine forbidden state as soon as he appeared.

One, two, three... no more, no less, the nine figures are all extremely real. Except for the face, the thick hair and the majestic body are all so real, each standing in its own way.

This hurdle finally came, and there was no way to avoid it. Wang Zizai felt no fear at all. Instead, his blood boiled, and he had an urge to fight and roar to the sky.

A war broke out, more ferocious than before. The place was cracked and the earth collapsed, ghosts cried and gods howled, and all the thunder disasters were dispersed.

"Boom" the shadow of Taihuang holding the dragon sword first slashed towards Wang Ziyi with the sword, but was repelled by him with a palm and almost exploded. Even if the real emperor returned to his youth, it would be impossible for him to be accompanied by ten thousand Daos.

Then nine young emperors attacked at the same time. Wang Zizai dodged the attacks of four of them at an extremely fast speed, using all kinds of secret techniques, and confronted the other four young emperors head on. The last one was taken down by Long Yanqiang.

"Boom!"

After withstanding this extraordinary attack, Wang Zizai held the Fantian Seal in his hand and smashed the young man's body after Emperor Yuhua, and blew him up with three consecutive seals.

Unfortunately, another emperor stepped out of the heavenly calamity, but it did allow Wang Zizai to understand the strength of the young emperor under the divine forbidden state.

He then increased his strength to be one level higher than theirs, wandering in the heavenly tribulation, dealing with the young emperor while not breaking them up, and began to comprehend their divine forbidden state.

The first batch of emperors and ancient kings disappeared, and the second batch appeared. If Wang Zi was not careful, he would be slightly injured.

An unknown amount of time had passed before the shadow of the emperor finally dissipated, and Wang Zizai finally had some understanding of the divine forbidden state.

The nine emperors disappeared, but the endless heavenly calamity and lightning were still there, rumbling above and shaking the vast starry field.

Wang Zizai stood under the sky, calmed his mind, and then ascended to the sky. He knew that the heavenly punishment was not over yet, and there were stronger ones waiting for him to break through. He didn't know whether he could feel the crisis.

"Kill..."

A desolate atmosphere rushed towards me, as if I had come to the end of the ancient universe and witnessed a divine battle from ancient times. The warriors and horses shouted to kill Zhentian!

Wang Zizai found himself in a vast battlefield, as if he had come to the ancient times, with thousands of troops galloping, vast and magnificent, endless heavenly soldiers and generals appearing, and ancient towers and huge palaces standing in the chaotic lightning.

The ancient heaven!
It was as if I had really returned to that era. Countless human-shaped lightning bolts rushed towards me. They were the heavenly soldiers and generals from the ancient times.

This is a scene from the mythological era. In the distance, there are chaotic gods whose roars shatter the sun, moon and stars. There is a real Golden Crow roaming across the nine heavens, fighting continuously!
Magnificent palaces and tall and majestic towers stand majestically in the sky.

The fairy mist is hazy, the chaos is lingering, and the ancient buildings are vast.

Countless people were fighting in front of this huge palace in heaven. All of this was still made of lightning and was full of the aura of the mythological era.

"Kill..."

The shouts of killing shook the sky, and the fields were filled with heavenly soldiers and generals. This was an unprecedented war, and Wang Zizai was drawn into it and fought the final battle.

The red bird dances across the sky for nine days, spreads its wings, the stars and rivers collapse, the snake soars across the sky, sweeping across the sky, and the stars fall. This is a terrifying scene like a great destruction.

Wang Zizai was in the middle of it, not retreating, but moving forward courageously, killing anyone who stood in his way. He charged to the front alone, his blood boiling with battle, and was invincible.

He didn't know how many days and nights he had been killing until he could no longer see any human figures. There were corpses everywhere under his feet. He had entered the deepest part of the ancient heaven.

Outside the Central Palace, there were no soldiers guarding it, only dead silence and tranquility.

Wang Zizai walked firmly, step by step, towards the desolate central palace, climbed the stairs and entered the empty hall.

Looking up at the throne, there was a hazy figure sitting alone.

As if he had endured the loneliness of eternity, he was looming and vague, with the stars in the universe revolving around him. He had an air of swallowing up the universe and being the only one from ancient times to the present.

Emperor Zun, the biggest black hand in the sky!
(End of this chapter)