Chapter 245 Three strange treasures, separated into the wilderness

The four true spirits contain half the power of the soul of the yellow demon. The breaths are different, but they all have one thing in common, that is, they are extremely pure, like heaven and earth, without a trace of the atmosphere of demons and gods in the ancient wild era.

"The Way of Heaven!"

Huang Xiaoyao's eyes, which were originally dim because of the separation of the true spirit, suddenly radiated, and a green whirlpool appeared, as if it were nurturing the truth.

This is the breath of heaven, which is extremely pure and abandons the free will.

The free heavenly way has always existed. It will not disappear because of the return of the free world, but become stronger. As long as the world is opened up, a complete heavenly way can be formed and a complete rule order of the free world.

Now, Huang Xiaoyao is actually ruthless and abandons the free will contained in the free way of heaven, leaving only one seed of heaven.

The whirlpool in the eyes is finally conceived, and the breath of heaven has turned into a deep portal, which is nihilistic and contains a mysterious artistic conception.

This artistic conception is called hope, desire, and desire. If monks see it, they will definitely be shocked by this door. They must want to step into this door and see what is behind the door?

Huang Xiaoyao knows too well about the desires of monks. The ultimate goal is for immortality, immortality and eternity.

This portal is illusory and may only shock those less powerful creatures. However, when it turns into reality, what a great eternal gate will it become?

Huang Xiaoyao is not known. He just followed the idea in his heart to forge such a portal with the free heavenly path.

It contains his understanding of the road, his understanding of the way of heaven, and his understanding of the power of heaven.

A pure real spirit in his hand flew into the door, which was easy to merge and suddenly changed.

This portal is more illusory, but it seems to contain wisdom, flying out of Huang Xiaoyao's eyes and flying around in front of him.

In a moment, his perception of the road deepened, and a kind of magic power turned into a clear silk thread, flashing in the depths of his soul.

"Carrying the power of heaven, containing my wish, containing my path-seeking heart, moving forward bravely, climbing the peak of the road, eternal immortality, then call it the eternal gate!"

After saying that, Huang Xiaoyao threw the door of eternity into the flood and famine sky, and disappeared into the depths of the clouds, turning into nothingness, and integrating into the flood and wilderness.

This is what he has planned for a long time.

At this time, his expression was more tired, but the firmness in his eyes did not weaken at all.

"The way of the earth!"

The eyes were shining again, and a dark earth appeared in it, and countless mountains and shadows gradually condensed into a Xuanhuang throne.

This Xuanhuang throne has the circulation of Xuanhuang, which contains an immortality.

This is Huang Xiaoyao's understanding of the authentic. The earth is tolerant and boundless, which originally contains an immortal breath. Now it is added to the spirit of Xuanhuang by Huang Xiaoyao, and the immortal breath is stronger.

This throne is very magnificent, like a dark yellow pyramid, with ninety-eight steps and a throne on it.

The free world returned to its origin, but the spirit of Xuanhuang did not disappear. Now it is all used by the yellow demon to cast this throne. As soon as it appears, it is an entity, which is not as illusory as the eternal gate.

Similarly, Huang Xiaoyao completely abandoned his free will and the breath of the ancient barbaric era, and then integrated into a pure true spirit, turned into nothingness and into the wilderness.

"Carrying the power of status, containing immortal will, heaven is eternal, earth is immortality, let's call it immortal throne, I hope I can fulfill my immortal wish in the future!"

The Eternal Gate and the Immortal Throne are integrated into the flood, but they can't turn over a trace of storm, because Huang Xiaoyao has completely eliminated the breath of the last era and his free will.

This is the path that Huang Xiaoyao chose to survive in this era of saints. He had to separate half of the true spirits and seize the power of heaven and earth.

Why is it half instead of all?

That certainly won't work, because Huang Xiaoyao's will has not changed, and his ultimate goal is to practice to the peak of Xiaoyao to Tao. Therefore, his body, at least have half of the true spirit to practice Xiaoyao to Tao. Once he integrates fully or most of it into the flood and famine, then he chooses to give up Xiaoyao to Tao.

This is completely contrary to the choices made in ancient times.

Moreover, since it is an inevitable choice to seize the power of the three people in the world, he must do his best, so he will try his best to separate half of the true spirits.

In this way, whether it is the Eternal Gate or the Immortal Throne, or the remaining two true spirits, they can exert the most powerful power, which is the way to maximize power.

Now Huang Xiaoyao feels very strange. He seems to have two other perspectives. One is constantly floating in the void, constantly integrating into the flood and famine. He wants to find the flood and become a part of the heaven.

One is the continuous integration into the land, as if it turns into a part of the land. He can feel the infinite changes of the land, including the creation contained under the land.

Suddenly, two powerful torrents surged along his soul. These two torrents came from the wilderness, which scared him to immediately cut off the connection with the Gate of Eternity and the Immortal Throne.

"It's dangerous. The most important thing is the ontology. Only when the ontology is always stronger than the Eternal Gate and the Immortal Throne can we ensure that it will occupy the main body in the future and not be assimilated by the flood."

Huang Xiaoyao stared at the two true spirits in his hand again, extremely solemn, as if he was hesitating.

Once the decision is made, he is equivalent to walking to the edge of the god-destructed cliff, either becoming a part of the flood and famine, or becoming a part of him. He seems to be a gambler.

The next moment, his eyes became firm again, and he saw countless virtual shadows flashing in his eyes, the appearance of all sentient beings in the previous life and the appearance of the last era.

Human beings in the previous life did not have magical powers and lived for a hundred years. However, the efforts of generations have also produced countless strong men in various fields. They have created tools to let human beings set foot on other planets and let human beings better understand the mysteries of nature.

Every virtual shadow is a life.

In this world, creatures are powerful and often destroy the heavens and the earth. This is the cultivation of civilization. The weak are forced to eat. The weak are swallowed up by the strong. Heaven takes everything as ruminants, and saints take the people as ruminant dogs. If creatures want to be strong, they must learn from nature and from heaven and earth.

This is humanity. The sky tilts northwest, and the earth covers the southeast, that is, the left-hand side of the road and the right-hand side of the tunnel. Humanity is in it. The three paths of heaven and earth and people form the image of heaven and earth.

"The way of man becomes a chapter of civilization, carrying the power of the era and the book of humanity!"

Countless scenes in their eyes have disappeared, forming an extremely simple blank classic, which now has only one page, emitting the power of mysterious civilization.

A true spirit is integrated into a book of humanity, turned into a magic pen, and writes mysterious runes on the book of humanity. These runes depict a gorgeous chapter, with Pangu's creation, the chaos of 3,000 demons and gods, chaos of chaotic and fierce spirits, rebellion of three ethnic groups, countless disasters, and countless powerful creatures.

This is the ancient barbaric era!

As the magic pen stopped, countless runes combined together to absorb a mysterious force from somewhere in the space of nothingness. This power is powerful, but it is like a trickle, weak, but occasionally like a torrent without determination.

"I hope you can succeed. Take the true spirit as the pen, record countless civilizations in the holy scriptures of the emperor, and carry the power of the era. In the future, these two treasures will be called the pen of humanity and the book of humanity!" Huang Xiaoyao said to himself that he was satisfied with his achievements, and then looked at the last true spirit and said:

"Let you take charge of the book of humanity and the pen of humanity. On my behalf, you can walk through the flood and famine and control the humanity. The way of man can only be self-improvement and is destined to walk to the opposite side of other Taoisms. It is the most difficult. However, as long as it succeeds, it is the most powerful. All sentient beings have the power to resist heaven and earth!"

Huang Xiaoyao forced out a drop of blood from the heart of blood, eliminates the breath of the last era, eliminates the free will, integrates into the true spirit, and then intercepts the creation from the flood and wasteland world to help the true spirit reshape the body.

Not long after, a person who looks exactly like Huang Xiaoyao appeared, with white hair, a handsome face, a bad smile at the corners of his mouth, and peach blossom eyes. The only difference is that his eyes are full of aura, full of righteousness, and a trace of confusion.

"Strong true spirit, powerful blood, pure soul, such qualifications are unparalleled, only give you the memory of your previous life, forget everything in the ancient and wild era, and abandon all the power from scratch!" Huang Xiaoyao threw his split into the center of the flood and famine.

"Everything is ready, it's time!"

Huang Xiaoyao cut off the connection with the four true spirits, and then his body entered the chaotic beads, sealed the breath of the chaotic beads with an infinite array, without revealing a trace of breath, and then fell into a long retreat.

For Huang Xiaoyao, everything is unknown, but the unknown way forward can bring him infinite surprises.

As always, the 12 demon kings were born, and gradually went to Kunshan. They established caves in Kunshan and recruited troops and horses. Moreover, they all claimed to be the inheritance of Xiaoyao to the Tao.

Although they don't know what the free road is, they all know that the holy monument on the top of Kunshan is the free road, which is the peak they will always climb.

It also means that whoever can reach the top of the mountain first can become a strong man.

Tens of miles away from the mountain, there is a Xuansong Peak. On this magnificent mountain, there is a steep cliff, and a straight Xuansong grows on the edge of the cliff, revealing a fearless spiritual will.

A ** figure fell from the sky, with a roar, abruptly smashed the hard stone on the cliff into a humanoid pit, and then disappeared silently. After a moment, a painful voice sounded.

"Ouch, I have a headache. Where is this? Didn't I get hit by that Ferrari? Am I not dead?" Huang Xiaoyao stood up from the ground and looked at his perfect body, white and tender skin, as if he could pinch out water, so that he couldn't help jealous of himself.

When he looked down the cliff, he was stunned. Under the earth, there were countless tall monsters roaring up to the sky.

"I'll wipe it, I've crossed!"