Chapter 776: The Great Success of Tribulation! Eve of War

The weeds are like mustard, and the withered graves are scattered.

Lin Jie stepped into the empty coffin, and the ancient word "Jie" glowed with waves, like ripples spreading, filling the entire space.

There are countless suspicious graves of the ancestor, and this word "tribulation" is the opportunity left to Lin Jie.

The word "tribulation" contains the catastrophes the Sunset Sect has accumulated over the endless years.

Now, Lin Jie was about to walk in, just like reincarnation, feeling the erosion of time, the baptism of disaster, and the heaviness and depth from ancient times to the present.

For practitioners, the vicissitudes of heaven and earth, changes in the human world, and catastrophes in ancient and modern times... are all unbearable burdens of life, and even unparalleled magical powers cannot eliminate the impact and influence they bring.

However, Lin Jie cultivated the [Calamity Sun Seal]. The stronger the calamity, the greater the magical power.

This is his destiny and his fate.

Zhou Dao walked to the side and silently guarded his senior brother who had been dependent on each other since childhood.

Countless lights and shadows seemed to jump out of the river of time and passed through Lin Jie's body.

Such suffering, such desperate situation, such helplessness, such anger...all kinds of emotions, like thousands of streams, merged in Lin Jie's flesh, blood, soul, and soul during countless disasters.

"The calamity of the setting sun..."

Zhou Dao is like a spectator, he seems to have jumped out of the world, stepped out of the long river of time, and looks at the "catastrophe" engraved here with a very high attitude.

The sun sets on Cangshan Mountain, and the piles of bones turn into mountains, and blood flows into rivers heading west. The once unrivaled great religion turns into scorched earth in the blink of an eye.

Three thousand people were reduced to ashes in the sound of killing.

The unyielding soaring to the sky is ultimately a regret that can never be let go and remains in the long river of time.

Their relatives, their best friends, their lovers, their wives and children... in the sunset, after all, there was no figure waiting for the triumphant return.

"Although the calamity has come and my body is disabled, I can still fight for another thousand years..."

On the ancient battlefield, there seemed to be a figure standing.

The desolation of the world makes it even more sad and lonely. At this moment, only the heartbeat like war drums and unwilling murmurs echo around the world.

"The sunset is doomed." Zhou Dao sighed.

He knew that this was the moment buried in the years.

After Yuanzu's physical body was destroyed by Grandmaster, he found his reincarnation for the first time and returned to the human world again.

At that time, although he no longer regained the magnificence of his heyday, the ancestor was also long gone.

Such an ancestor is invincible in the world.

Rumble…

Lin Jie's body was shaken, and blood and tears flowed from his eyes.

He seemed to have returned to those days, when he experienced great catastrophes, stood up and rushed to the battlefield, watching his relatives and friends wither around him, that kind of anger, that kind of helplessness, that kind of madness, that kind of despair...

Finally fell, leaving only endless regret.

If he could, he could drag his remaining body to conquer the world.

Roar……

Lin Jie roared, scarlet blood spurting out from his pores, like a wild beast, showing unyielding and madness.

Rumble…

Time rolls by like the tide.

The Sunset Sect became a lineage of Shenyin, with its disciples fading away and only having two or three disciples.

Time is ruthless, and the world has long forgotten this once invincible lineage.

Who can still remember the setting sun on Cangshan Mountain.

However, Yuanzu's will is everywhere. If he doesn't kill the afterglow, how can he be willing to do so.

Twelve demon gods, ancient demon gods, conformers, believers, abyss seeds and great abyss seeds...

Disciples of the Sunset Sect are always surrounded by powerful enemies. They experience bloody battles in troubled times, and they taste loneliness and destruction in prosperous times...

They are always there, and the doom never dies.

"The years are so long..."

Zhou Dao murmured softly. He looked at the calamity and suffering suffered by the ancestors of the Sunset Sect, and for the first time he felt that the endless life seemed to have turned into a curse.

Such a heavy burden has been passed down from generation to generation. In the endless killings, a little bit of fire has been preserved to pass on from generation to generation.

That was the only glimmer of hope left in despair.

As a bystander, Zhou Dao felt extremely tortured.

But Lin Jie, as a person who experienced it, endured many disasters over and over again.

Rumble…

His physical body vibrated, cracks appeared, light and darkness surged, thunder and fire intertwined, it seemed like he was being tempered, but also like a punishment.

Such visions were earth-shattering, almost overflowing into every corner of the ancient space.

With a thought in his mind, Zhou Dao used the [Yuanshi Magic Sword] to freeze the void, fearing that it would collapse.

Finally, time freezes again.

There was a powerful person coming out of the Sunset Sect. He accumulated strength, networked with many powerful people from Taoism, and started an unparalleled plan, or it could be called a magical power.

"Prince Yuan's Dharma Assembly!"

Zhou Dao murmured softly.

The purpose of King Yuan's Dharma Assembly was to capture [Yuanzu], seal him in the central tomb, absorb the power of the dragon veins of the world, and use the years as the edge to completely destroy him.

At this time, Zhou Daofang realized how difficult it was for the former Sunset Sect senior to realize this terrifying Taoist technique.

He visited the Nine Dao Sects and even stepped into the Western Great Swamp. He used his great supernatural powers to subjugate the great powers of the Dao Sect, combined the power of the world, ordered the dragon veins to be refined, and opened the Yuan King Dharma Assembly.

The power of Yuanzu is too strong, and the day when the Yuanwang Dharma Conference starts is the time for his disaster.

Roar……

The shadow of a large tomb appeared behind Lin Jie, and darkness surged, seeming to drag him into it.

He sat cross-legged without moving, adhering to the [Calamity Sun Seal], and all calamities became the basis for his growth.

Over the long years, the Yuanwang Dharma Assembly was gradually eroded by the Yuanzu. Almost all the Yuanwangs in the past dynasties were obsessed with the power of immortality.

After ascending to the throne, he became the Sunset Sect's formidable enemy.

Until that man came out of the blue, he completely perfected the [Yuanwang Dharma Assembly] and realized the grand vision that his predecessors had never completed.

"Dad."

Zhou Dao's mind changed drastically, and he saw the figure of the previous generation King Yuan in the light and shadow of the years.

With his help, Zhou Dao became the most special Yuan King in history and the last Yuan King.

Zhou Dao opened the central tomb, sacrificed the dragon veins, and used the power of the Sunset Sect's ancestors to destroy part of Yuanzu's origins, forcing him to reincarnate.

At this moment, Yuanzu is at his weakest moment in history.

He couldn't even make adequate preparations and entered the reincarnation in advance.

"Hong Ming!?" Zhou Dao looked surprised.

As early as when he practiced [Cursed Sun Seal], Hong Ming was already the destined reincarnation of Yuan Zu.

It's a pity that Yuanzu was too weak. He had no preparation at all and was unable to transform this body, so he could only rush in hastily.

Step by step, the balance of victory finally tilted towards the Sunset Sect after endless years.

"Endless years of hard work, how many disasters have we endured... to get to where we are today!?"

Zhou Dao clenched his fists tightly, feeling that the blood in his body was boiling.

Rumble…

"Although the calamity has come and the body is disabled, the battle is not over yet..."

At this moment, Lin Jie shouted loudly, and in an instant, countless shouts seemed to resonate with it.

Behind him were countless catastrophes, intertwined with each other, giving birth to a terrifying phantom.

The world is moving, the years are horrifying, and even this ancient void cannot resist the supreme breath.

Rumble…

In an instant, the void that had existed for countless years finally collapsed.

Lin Jie's aura reached an unprecedented level of terror. Wisps of it broke through the shackles of heaven and earth and surged out into the sky. Even the tomb of the ancestor was annihilated.

"Big brother!"

Zhou Dao was in a trance, only to see a figure dominating the sky and standing in the sky.

That was Lin Jie, but now his black hair had turned into frost and turned completely white.

He had never seen such a gesture before.

"Then...what is that?"

In the sky above Tianjian Gorge, everyone looked up at this terrifying celestial phenomenon, not knowing what was happening.

The moment of perception was like welcoming the wrath of God.

The probing spiritual thoughts collapsed in an instant, and countless thunderbolts exploded deep in the soul.

"This... what on earth is this? It's untouchable..."

A Taoist warrior looked up to the sky and roared. His eyes were bloodshot, and his fists were raised above his head. He was no longer breathing, and his face maintained a terrifying and ferocious expression.

Rumble…

The terrifying vision was fleeting.

The air above Tianjian Gorge was clear and clear, as if nothing had happened.

"The Dao of Tribulation has been accomplished...The Dao of Tribulation has been accomplished..."

Gu Manluo looked at the endless flowing clouds, and there was a glimmer of light in his eyes.

She knew that Lin Jie had been waiting for this day for too long.

He went through many calamities, survived several deaths, and finally entered the realm he dreamed of.

"On the ninth day of the ninth lunar month, it depends on a battle."

At this moment, a loud voice sounded, like ripples in autumn water, and waves suddenly spread throughout Wudao Mountain.

"This...this is Lin Jie's voice...he is finally here."

"Wang Tong's great enemy, I didn't expect that he would really dare to come to Wudao Mountain..."

"It seems that he is very confident and has great magical powers."

All parties were shaken, and the foot of Wudao Mountain suddenly became lively. They followed the sound and looked in the same direction.

Although the words are short, they are full of fighting spirit.

Only such Lin Jie is qualified to become Wang Tong's opponent.

At this moment, everyone is looking forward to this battle more and more.

"After three days, success or failure will only be determined by life and death."

At this moment, a scornful voice came from the depths of Wudao Mountain.

"Wang Tong...he's out of seclusion too?"

"This is Wang Tong's voice, this is the declaration before the war."

"These two people are determined, like the pillars of heaven holding up the sky, unshakable."

Everyone's eyes lit up, and Wang Tong's response was like adding fuel to the fire, making the fire in everyone's hearts even more intense.

"good."

A simple word, fell into silence.

There was no movement in the direction of Tianjian Gorge.

Lin Jie left, as calm as the wind and the clouds.

Wang Tong also never showed up.

This is the tacit understanding between the two of them. Before the war, there is no need to see each other again, and there is nothing to focus on but the shocking battle on the ninth day of September.

"Tsk, tsk, it seems that the mentality of these two people is flawless. They reached a state of perfection before the war, without any fetters."

"In this case, it really depends on the strength of the magical power and the profoundness of the Taoism."

"Everyone says that Wang Tong is the strongest descendant of Longhu Mountain. His talent is as strong as that of the Tao King of the past. We can finally see it."

"I want to see what Wang Tong can do. I dare say he is the best in the world."

At the foot of Enlightenment Mountain, groups of three or five gathered together.

Obviously, the conversation between Lin Jie and Wang Tong just now made the atmosphere of this battle reach a climax again.

At this moment, there are three days left before the ninth day of September.

Everyone is eagerly awaiting, silently waiting for this day that attracts the attention of the world.

…

Two days later.

At the foot of Enlightenment Mountain, deep in the peach blossom forest.

In front of a simple thatched cottage.

"Why is there a thatched cottage here?" Gu Manluo couldn't help but ask, holding his knees with his hands and sitting under the peach blossom tree.

"This is what my master left behind when he was young. Only our Sunset Sect disciples can find it."

Lin Jie was next to Gu Manluo, and waves of fragrance hit him unstoppably.

"Tomorrow is the ninth day of September..."

Lin Jie looked at the bright moon in the sky and couldn't help but smile.

"Why don't you ask me if I am confident about fighting tomorrow?"

Gu Manluo turned his head, but his beautiful face was so close, and there was a trace of tenderness in his beautiful eyes.

"My confidence in you is enough."

"As expected of a daughter-in-law." Lin Jie laughed and extended his claws towards Gu Manluo.

"Who is your wife? She hasn't met her yet!"

Gu Manluo's mouth was sullen, but he still lay down in Lin Jie's arms, smelling the fragrance and stealing jade, which aroused the heat in his belly.

"When the battle ends tomorrow..."

Just as Lin Jie was about to speak, Gu Manluo's jade hand reached out and quickly covered his mouth.

"What's wrong?"

"Don't make any promises. Don't say that we will get married when the war is over..." Gu Manluo shook his head.

"Why?" Lin Jie was startled and didn't know why.

"Your junior brother specifically told me." Gu Manluo straightened up and said seriously.

"He said that most of these people would receive box lunches, and it was taboo to think about the future before the war."

"Get a lunch box!?" Lin Jie showed a strange expression.

"Senior brother, what I mean is that you must be focused on everything before the battle."

At this moment, Zhou Dao's voice came from the side.

Gu Manluo broke away from Lin Jie's arms like a rabbit, but her disheveled clothes made her face turn red.

"Sister-in-law, don't blame me for not understanding the style." Zhou Dao grinned, and he didn't know how long he had been here.

"You guys chat."

Gu Manluo lowered his head and left in a panic.

Lin Jie looked at her retreating figure, slowly withdrew his gaze, and glanced sideways at Zhou Dao.

"You came at the right time."

"Brother, on the eve of the war, it's better to take care of yourself and don't destroy your life."

Zhou Dao smiled slightly and walked to Lin Jie's side.

Lin Jie looked at the bright moon in the sky and remained silent.

After a brief silence, Zhou Dao finally spoke first.

"Senior brother, tomorrow is the ninth day of September. As a junior brother, I still want to ask, how sure are you?"

"grasp?"

Lin Jie was silent for a moment, and then his eyes showed unprecedented desire.

"You won't know until you fight!"

After saying this, Lin Jie looked at Zhou Dao.

"Junior brother, if I win tomorrow, remember to help me apply to the court to erect a monument on Wudao Mountain. We must record this."

Lin Jie grinned. Now his junior brother was the Prince of Yuan who was personally appointed by the imperial court.

"no problem."

"If tomorrow... Wang Tong loses, remember to help him publish a book, print hundreds of thousands of copies, and distribute it around the country to talk about this matter."

"Huh!?" Zhou Dao was startled, and then a smile appeared on his face.

"Let the damn Wang Tong be infamy for eternity."

The two looked at each other and smiled loudly, echoing in the peach blossom forest.

The full moon sets in the west and the sun rises in the east.

The ninth day of September is finally here! ! !