fictionpage Chapter 1462 Preaching from ancient times
Chapter 1462 Preaching from ancient times
Chapter 1462 Preaching from ancient times
The skeleton seemed to have a spirit, and the moment the rotten old man opened his mouth, the golden light on the skeleton turned into flowing water and flowed down the arm bones into the rotten old man's body.
As time passed, the golden light on the skeleton gradually disappeared, turned pale, then turned pale, and then turned white again.
At the same time, the rotten old man's body was gradually shrinking, as if his frail body was about to disappear completely.
However, when the body of the rotten old man became the size of a young man, the atrophy stopped completely, and then a pair of small hands stuck out of the head of the rotten old man, and then, the small hands stretched the body of the rotten old man from top to bottom. Torn, completely torn in two.Where the rotten old man was originally, a boy appeared, a boy with an indifferent face, a boy who emerged from the body of the rotten old man...
This young man's name is 'Zhao Quan'!
We actually met again, and we met so quickly!
"Rest in peace."
As 'Zhao Quan' said indifferently and without any emotion, the withered skeleton gradually faded and became fragile, as if it would collapse when the wind blows.However, it still stands on the altar.
'Zhao Quan' stepped down from the altar and stuck his right hand on the cornerstone below the altar.Inexplicably, drops of Yin Hong's blood ooze out of the fingertips of the five fingers, soaking into the cornerstone instantly.The next moment, a burst of golden light suddenly covered the entire altar, neither 'Zhao Quan' nor the skeleton could be seen, everything around was covered by strong golden light.
After a while, the golden light dissipated and turned into mist, lingering above the altar.
'Zhao Quan' bowed farewell to the skeleton, and walked away, stepping together and falling, the figure was already hundreds of feet away...
The picture dissipated like a passing cloud, as if it had never appeared before.
"Little lunatic, are you stupid? What are you doing standing here?" Xiao Shitou asked curiously.
Zhao Quan stared at the withered and white skeleton on the altar, and asked instead, "Didn't you see it?"
"What do you see, isn't it just a bunch of skeletons? There's something interesting about it. It's not sure who is praying for rain. I didn't see there are eight dragons here. Let me, a genius, tell you that the dragon is the god of rain. It is responsible for giving rainwater."
"Hey, why don't you understand anything, and don't ask for advice with an open mind..."
Ignoring the small stone's chatter, Zhao Quan walked straight to the altar, and took a deep hand to imprint the five fingers of his right hand on the cornerstone of the altar.
The next moment, Yin Hong's blood oozed out, and the sky was filled with golden light.
In that golden light, there seemed to be endless falling weeping blood petals...
The petals of weeping blood withered, and the boundless golden light dissipated.
The withered and white skeleton on the altar turned into fly ash in the bleak wind, and drifted into the distance with the wind, completely disappearing little by little.Not only the skeleton, but also the altar, as well as the eight dragons, all disappeared in the misty clouds of the past.
In Zhao Quan's mind, there is a kung fu method, a world-defying method that can create a supreme treasure body, Cang Zhandao.This is the evangelism from the skeleton in the boundless golden light.This method does not cultivate the primordial power of the prison world, does not devour the aura of heaven and earth, but only sharpens one's own body.The body is the Tao, the body is the Dharma, the body is all things, and the body is the heaven, earth and nature.
Although he has not practiced it yet, Zhao Quan already feels that this method is quite suitable for him, and it will definitely double his recovery speed!
The altar collapsed and was reduced to ashes.There was a wind, passing by, taking away the ashes, revealing many foreign objects, including a broken gourd, damaged scales, a war spear that was broken in two... and a piece of dead branch.
This section of dead branch looks no different from ordinary withered branches, with yellowish-brown bark cracked and broken stubble in six or seven places.It seems that burning the fire stick is its only destiny.Even, its thickness like a thumb is not qualified as a fire stick.
Zhao Quan squatted and stretched out his hand to put away broken gourds, broken scales and other sundries one by one, not letting go of dead branches.
Afterwards, he faced the ruins of the altar and bowed deeply.
Not for preaching from a distance, but for the majestic man to nourish the earth with the power of his own life source and give birth to all living beings.
(End of this chapter)