Celestial Emperor Han - Chapter 1135

[Chapter 1123 The ancestor of Shura?]

The blood-colored lotus platform has twelve petals of a lotus flower. The middle-aged man in black robe sitting on it is less than two meters tall. He Jiang Han, with indifferent eyes, seems to contain an infinite universe.

Endless breath enveloped the entire hall.

This breath seems to be the source of the supreme source of the great destruction. It exudes an endless vicious and oppressive breath. The aura of killing, destruction, and death spreads out, making Jiang Han’s soul tremble. This supreme breath alone surpasses that. All the powerhouses Jiang Han has seen, whether it is God Emperor Yi or God Emperor Xuanyang, are inferior.

Only, when seeing the soldier for the first time, the aura exuded by the soldier can be compared with the man in black robe in front of him.

“He is the ancestor of Shura”

“Sure enough, all the sources of Taoism have dissipated.” Jiang Han secretly said: “The supreme realm, the ultimate practice, is lawless, and it is worthy of the emperor realm.”

There is no lawlessness, and where the emperor goes is the sky, which is a sign of the supreme emperor’s realm.

At the same time, Jiang Han tried his best, but it was difficult to see the face of the man in Heipao Mountain in Liantai Mountain, but he could only see clearly those eyes from beginning to end, and those indifferent eyes that seemed to accommodate the infinite universe gave Jiang Han a sense of familiarity .

It seems that he and the man in black robe have met somewhere.

“Mo Ting, meet the first ancestor.” God Emperor Mo Ting knelt on the ground, his voice full of humility and respect.

“Prison, meet the ancestors.” Jiang Han followed and saluted.

The ancestor of Shura on the blood-colored lotus platform looked indifferent and glanced, making Jiang Han’s heart tremble, and he felt as if he had been completely seen through.

“Mo Ting, you did a good job.” The ancestor of Shura’s voice was flat, and it seemed to sound in the distance, and it seemed to be in the ear, sounding in every inch of space in the vast hall.

“This is what Mo Ting should do.” Emperor Mo Ting was extremely excited.

But when Jiang Han heard this dull voice, his whole body froze. The voice was indifferent and did not seem to contain the slightest emotion, but this voice, even after hundreds of millions of years, will be difficult for Jiang Han to forget.

This is—the voice of his father Jiang Zheng.

“How is that possible? My father is already dead, and I watched him die with my own eyes.”

“And the first ancestor of Shura was in the Supreme Emperor Realm. He lived for endless years, and his father died for just over a thousand years. Even if he was lucky enough to practice in the Netherworld, it would be good to become a ghost fairy.” Jiang Han shook his head slightly.

But he still couldn’t help it, trying his best to see the appearance of the man in black robe on the blood-colored lotus platform, but no matter what, the man in black robe was shrouded in mist.

“Ancestor, this is the Prison God. He is a rare genius in our family, and he has created an astonishing domain secret technique. This domain secret technique alone makes him equal to the king’s realm, and I hope the ancestor will make a decision.” Mo Although the Emperor Court was excited, he did not forget the purpose of this trip.

“Well, I know.” The ancestor of Shura nodded lightly and said, “You go down first.”

“Yes.” Although God Emperor Mo Ting wanted to say a few more words to Jiang Han and mention Jiang Han, but the ancestor had already spoken, he did not dare to disobey, and obediently got up and left the temple.

In the temple, the ancestor of Shura looked at Jiang Han calmly.

Jiang Han had doubts, curiosity, and anxiety in his heart, so he could only wait respectfully.

for a long time.

It seems that thousands of years have passed, and Jiang Han can’t bear it anymore.

“Have you been alone for thousands of years, how are you doing?” The plain voice of the ancestor of Shura sounded again, with a hint of softness in his voice, but it went straight into Jiang Han’s heart.

Boom~

Jiang Han suddenly looked up at the ancestor of Shura.

I don’t know when, the layer of mist that shrouded the face of the ancestor of Shura has dissipated, revealing its specific appearance, and the coercion that originally shrouded the entire hall has also dissipated.

Jiang Han only felt a bang in his head, and he was completely stunned.

“You?” The thoughts in Jiang Han’s mind were full of excitement, joy, and doubt.

“Han’er.” The ancestor of Shura showed a faint smile.

“Father?” Jiang Han couldn’t help shouting out.

The ancestor of Shura nodded lightly.

“Father, really, is it really you?” Jiang Han choked up, his eyes flushed, he trembled with excitement, and looked carefully at the middle-aged man in black robe that made him feel familiar but somewhat unfamiliar.

Those eyes, eyebrows, nose… almost exactly the same impression of Jiang Zheng in Jiang Han’s memory.

At this moment, a variety of things appeared in Jiang Han’s mind.

When I was young, my father and mother, one was strict and the other was kind, but both took care of themselves and their younger sister, and protected themselves all the way up.

Father taught himself and led him on the path of spiritual practice. . . .

And that, the snowy night when the Snow God Sect descended, a day Jiang Han could never forget, he could only watch his father collapse in front of him.

That feeling of powerlessness will never be forgotten in Jiang Han’s life.

“Father, how could you…” Although Jiang Han was excited, he couldn’t help but have more doubts.

His father, Jiang Zheng, had an extraordinary talent for cultivation. He practiced the Origin Sword Technique back then. In just 20 years, he was able to compete with the God Transformation Realm with the Heavenly Primordial Realm. He was undefeated one or two times. How evil, Jiang Zheng a thousand years ago was just a common man, there is no doubt about that.

Moreover, the Shura universe is a universe in which the first ancestor of the Shura opened up endless years, which is also indisputable.

The ancestor of Shura, is his father Jiang Zheng?

Jiang Han took a deep breath and looked at the ancestor of Shura with a hint of suspicion. This was not his suspicion, but it was too magical and crazy.

Crazy enough, Jiang Han never dared to think that even many myths and stories would not be so mysterious.

Therefore, after recovering the initial excitement, Jiang Han had a lot of doubts in his heart. At the same time, he felt that the eyes of the first ancestor of Shura were very similar to those of his father in the past, but there were many differences.

“I know you have many doubts in your heart, and I will come with you one by one.” The ancestor of Shura looked at Jiang Han: “But there is one thing you don’t have to doubt, you are my child.”

Jiang Han nodded, doubts in his heart were relieved a little, but doubts arose again.

The gap between his father Jiang Zheng and the first ancestor of Shura seemed to be a bit big.

“Father…Father.” Jiang Han couldn’t help but said: “I was young, but I watched you die…how could you be the ancestor of Shura? The ancestor of Shura, but a person who became enlightened before endless years. .”

“You don’t have to be vigilant, and you don’t have to worry.” The ancestor of Shura smiled and said: “I will tell you carefully, and you will understand everything together.”

Jiang Han listened.

“In the beginning, it was the time of the ancient times…”

There was a hint of reminiscence in the eyes of the ancestors of Shura: “What a long period of time, long enough to make an emperor’s soul rotten, at that time, I was still called Minghe…”

Jiang Han secretly said, “Sure enough.”

“The final battle of the Lich was too tragic. Hundreds of millions of immortals and gods dissipated like dust. The king’s realm was just grass, and the emperor’s cultivators fell one by one. On that day, the entire prehistoric continent was stained with blood.” The ancestor of Shura said softly: “Although I am one with the sea of blood, and the sea of blood will not dry up, I will not die, but facing that battle, I am afraid.”

“What? The sea of blood melts and claims to be immortal, so they are all afraid of that battle?” Jiang Han was terrified.

“But there is no choice. Whether it is the demon camp or the witch camp, I will not be allowed to retreat alone. Although I claim to be immortal, nearly 20 emperors can join forces to destroy the flood, let alone a sea of blood?” Asura? The ancestor shook his head: “I finally chose to stand in the Wu tribe’s camp… The path chosen by Taiyi, except for Di Jun, Fuxi, Nuwa, Kunpeng, and a few others, no one wants to see him succeed, even if the real dragon emperor is the capital Choose to betray.”

“But Taiyi…is the most terrifying and invincible creature I have ever seen.” The ancestor of Shura said softly: “As soon as the bell rings, it is Emperor Shang.”

“The Twelve Ancestors joined forces to cast Pangu True God, and they are not the opponents of Taiyi.”

“It was a nightmare, the nightmare of the emperors.”

“That day was the day the emperor fell”

Jiang Han couldn’t help trembling in his heart.

The words of the first ancestor of Shura had a magical power, as if taking Jiang Han back to the era of the mountains of corpses and the sea of blood, the ancient years when the emperors fought for hegemony.

The world of war.

“Failed, one by one, the six reincarnation formations were broken, the chaos and five elements were destroyed, and Pan Guzhen died… The twelve ancestors fell directly into the hands of the Eastern Emperor, and the other beings who practiced the ultimate also fled wildly. . . …”

[End of This Chapter]