"Ouch——"
"Roar--"
The densely packed spirit beast mounts in the sky roared and screamed, and strange-shaped spirit treasures carried warriors one after another, whizzing by with the sound of wind and thunder, wind and lightning.
Most of these warriors are above the Lingtai realm, and there are many who are in the Hunyuan Void realm, and there are many masters of the Five Decline Realms of Heaven and Human. Each of them does not hide their aura. Wherever they pass, the mountains and forests shake, the ground shakes, and pieces of mud are splashed. The claws of the spirit beast mount and the patterns of the flying spirit treasure almost rubbed against his scalp.
This is not only rude, but also provocative.
There are quite a few low-key warriors below who are acting like Xin Zhuo and Gou Xian. They are all unable to dodge and are in a state of embarrassment. They can’t help but raise their heads and glare at each other, daring to be angry but not speaking out.
Without him! Anyone who dares to fly in the sky has an extraordinary background and a tough background.
At this time, Xin Zhuo and Gou Xian narrowly escaped the storm of a golden eagle spirit beast with a wingspan of ten feet. When they looked up, they saw the huge and sharp claws of the golden eagle, close to their scalp.
This is intentional.
Gou Xian's face turned red because he was suppressing it. It wasn't until the wave of people above him reached the horizon in front of him and disappeared in the direction of the Holy City that he spat out: "What the hell, when I was in his prime, I could crush eight hundred people to death with one finger!"
I thought that Gou Xie was crazy enough, and there were even crazier ones in front of him. I just heard a warrior scold: "If the sky destroys it, it will make it crazy. Now that the martial arts saint Buddhas in the world have come to the world, who will obey whom?" ? Encountering powerful martial arts masters and wiping them out with a wave of their hands, even I, who will become a saint in another day, will kill these uneducated grandsons!"
Someone next to me comforted them: "Keep your voice down. Those who just passed by were the Daqian royal family, the disciples of the Yinquan Hall of the Huangquan Sect, and the disciples of the Fuxian Palace."
"...I was just joking."
The warrior immediately withered, sneered, and asked curiously: "I know the Huangquan Sect. It is a super sect in the north. It practices Huangquan Hades martial arts and is very domineering. What is the origin of Daqian and Fuxian Palace?"
The person next to him smiled bitterly and said: "I don't know, I just know that they dare to challenge the Holy Land!"
A straight-backed swordsman directly in front said in a cold voice: "Daqian is the holy dynasty that has annexed the mortal empires from all over the world in the past ten years. It is said that it is the destiny of the human emperor who has been blessed by heaven and earth and will unify the world. Legend has it that before the Middle Ages, Every time when a prosperous age of martial arts comes, in order to facilitate the command of billions of people, there will be such a holy dynasty with a profound background. Saints from all parties acquiesce, and saints are born to assist!
The royal family of Daqian are descendants of the empress’s mother-in-law, and they themselves are obscure and unknown super beings!
As for Fuxian Palace, you must know the Ferry father and son who were defeated by the Saint of Taichong Holy Land, right? "
Someone asked out of curiosity: "Did they and their son create Fuxian Palace? I heard that they are immortal rebels, and all the major holy places should besiege them, right?"
The swordsman sneered and said: "Fuxian Palace was not built by their father and son. They are not qualified. You only know one thing but not the other. This Fuxian Palace cultivates the immortal cultivation method of the descendants of the immortals in the sky. It is incompatible with our Wu family! But it is! It was allowed by the saints and emperors of the past dynasties.”
"Why?"
A woman said angrily: "Shouldn't all immortals and rebels be killed? In the past few years, Ye Chen and Qin Wuji have done many evil things, and their methods are also immortal magic. All the masters in the world will punish them!"
The swordsman laughed and said: "Because Fuxian Palace was founded 70,000 years ago, dating back to the era of Emperor Qiyan. They defected from the world of immortality, converted to the emperor, and became warrior testers. They are the most loyal traitors of immortality under the emperor. .
It's a pity that the last evil emperor fell so long ago that it will take who knows how many years for someone to sit on that throne.
There is no one to control Fuxian Palace. A few days ago, the Saint of Taichong Holy Land defeated Ferry and his son. The masters of the three Holy Lands worked together to kill Ferry and his son, Ye Chen, Qin Wuji, Heishan and others. As a result, the Blood Sea Ancestor returned and the Saint's momentum swept across. For 130,000 miles, the caves and heavens of all major holy places were silent.
Subsequently, the Blood Sea Patriarch integrated the Fuxian Palace, gathered three thousand disciples, and informed all the major holy places and caves. The great powers, saints, and Buddhas already acquiesced in their existence. "
As soon as the words fell, the warriors from all directions fell silent. In fact, this kind of thing was simply not something that low-level warriors like them could deal with.
Xin Zhuo was also in a daze. Is there such an operation? Fuxian Palace = the second son of the world of cultivation?
"What you are talking about is too mysterious. We have never seen an immortal, and we don't know where the world of immortality is. The Great Emperor is even further away. They are all lies. Now I even wonder if the Immortal and the Great Emperor are fabricated by those holy places and caves to deceive us. lie!"
Someone smiled and said what everyone was thinking. Yes, in the past twenty years, the martial arts era has come, and peaks have come from the sky. It has been chaotic enough. We have finally cultivated to the realm of yin deficiency and yang. There are always people telling us Who has seen such great emperors and immortals? The oldest person present is only a few hundred years old. Who knows what happened thousands of years ago?
Someone curiously asked the swordsman: "Why do you know so much about Fuxian Palace?"
The swordsman looked around at the crowd, his long and thin face looking extremely free and handsome: "Because I am Qin Wuji!"
There was astonishment all around.
Xin Zhuo also frowned and looked at the swordsman. Qin Wuji and Ye Chen, the two legendary figures of the Great Zhou Dynasty, now one of them appeared alive in front of him.
After Qin Wuji finished speaking, without waiting for anyone to react, he got up from the ground, sat cross-legged on a big sword, waved a piece of golden light with his hand, sneered, and headed straight towards the holy city ahead with his sword, disappearing in the blink of an eye.
The method used turned out to be cultivation.
"This bitch is the one who comes to show his holiness to others!"
Someone yelled and cursed angrily.
As soon as he finished speaking, another huge Lingbao flying ship passed by overhead. A graceful woman sat cross-legged on it, holding a jade flute and playing. The flute sounded melodiously, as if it had a unique power. Pieces of illusory flowers, with their fragrant fragrance, make people feel the irritability that comes along the way.
The woman's specific appearance could not be clearly seen from below, but she felt that she was powerful but not overbearing.
"Saint Tianshu!"
Someone was taken aback.
When the warriors on the avenue saw him, they stopped one after another and held their hands in greeting.
Xin Zhuo and Gou Xianxian stood in the corner and pretended to salute.
The Lingbao flying ship did not react at all and disappeared into the horizon in the blink of an eye.
Xin Zhuo straightened up and had a strange feeling, as if he had been living in a small place for all these years, and now he realized how vast the world was and how many masters gathered there.
Those old acquaintances from back then don’t seem to be doing so well.
Gou Xie looked at him with strange eyes and said: "Envy? I feel that this boy can reach the level of those saints and saints within a hundred years. He is quite domineering. Although there is still a big gap between him and me, but It’s quite remarkable, he’s a talent!”
"Your whole family is full of talents. If you like to talk, just talk more!"
Xin Zhuo was too lazy to say anything more and went straight ahead.
Gou Xian caught up quickly and said: "We are still more than a hundred miles away. Should we just go like this? Do you believe that those holy places and caves can fry us both? Is there any other way?"
Xin Zhuo said: "Aren't you good at pinching and counting?"
Gou Xian said angrily: "Then you can't micromanage everything, right? The sky is unpredictable, and people are prone to misfortune and fortune. Things in the world are changing rapidly. I am squatting on the side of the road, doing nothing, just thinking about it all the time?"
Xin Zhuo smiled and said: "First go to one of my brothers. That old boy knows how to disguise himself. He is the ancestor of all kinds of opera. He is very mysterious."
"appropriate!"
The two of them ran all the way and reached the foot of the holy mountain at dusk.
In front of me, under the setting sun, I saw a towering mountain slanting into the sky, like a dragon entrenched, with extremely majestic momentum. There are endless oases on all sides, and walking towards the mountains is like walking on the vast land to the heavenly road to the Holy Land.
The mountainside seems to have been hollowed out, with countless pavilions and palaces rising up from the ground, and colorful carved beams and paintings, stretching endlessly. It is surrounded by cliffs with dangerous hangings, thousands of waterfalls, and tall yew trees, which are the mountains and rivers. Ling, the aura of the palace is not majestic and graceful.
Anyone who looks at this kind of city will feel swaying in their mind.
Especially when walking up from the foot of the mountain, it is clear that there is only a small rock in front of you, but when you reach it, it turns into a huge rock of 100 feet. Pedestrians instantly become like ants climbing up the hill.
In addition, there are unknown warriors showing off their power in the sky from time to time, galloping thousands of miles and entering in an instant, which can't help but give people a sense of a huge pattern heading to the fairyland.
Xin Zhuo and Gou Xianxian climbed the mountain road for three hours, and they were about to reach the city gate that stretched far away, about ten feet high, and was made of cold jade. In front of the city gate, dozens of masters sat cross-legged in the sky, sweeping everywhere. , the warriors flying in the sky must also come down obediently and salute before entering.
Just when he didn't know whether Li Guangling had arrived, a disheveled Huazi Sayazi ran up to him, pulled Xin Zhuo away, and who else could it be if he wasn't Li Guangling?
Following Li Guangling to a remote place, Li Guangling said bluntly: "There are too many masters. There are more than a dozen in the Holy Land and Cave Heaven, and there are even more unknown forces. This ghost place is too scary. How about us little rookies?" Are you not going in?"
"You're already here, what are you saying to be dejected?" Xin Zhuo looked around him and asked, "Where's Xiao Huang?"
Li Guangling patted his forehead: "Three things. First, Xiao Huang was lost. This idiot dog crawled on many spiritual beasts along the way. He was chased and beaten by others. A puff of black smoke came out and turned into a The powerful demon king frightened a group of people, but was chased by another group of people, leaving me behind and running away without a trace.
Second, what you were worried about before is absolutely correct. People from Daluo, Dayan, Huangquan, Zijin, and Kujian are all here.
Third, millions of source stone embryos were sent from all directions. Yesterday, a fairy appeared in a stone shop, and disappeared in an instant, leaving people speechless in shock. "
Xiao Huang was also hunted? This was really being hunted by all the gangs, but Xin Zhuo was not worried about Xiao Huang. This little yellow dog had played too much in the past few years, so it just turned into a dog body, restrained its momentum, and went to the farm kennel. Hidden, no one can find it.
He must enter this holy city now, get enough true sources, true energy and martial arts stones, which can be consumed for many years, and then escape far away from home, break through the five declines of heaven and man as soon as possible, and said: "Disguise! This person around me Let’s go together, brother, it’s better to change it beyond recognition, let’s go into the city and have a go!”
Li Guangling looked at Gou Xianzhi curiously. The two of them were old faces from all over the world, and they could almost "match each other".
Prophet Gou clasped his palms together and smiled faintly: "I, Emperor Gou, will be arbitrary for eternity!"
"Death to your own mother! You can boast better than Xin Zhuo, so stop talking nonsense and let's go!"
The three of them ducked into a nearby mountain wall, and when they came out again, Gou Xianzhuo became an old Taoist priest, and Xin Zhuo became an honest and honest young man with handsome features.
The three of them gathered their emotions and expressions, followed the upward mountain road, and headed straight for the majestic city gate. They carefully avoided the gatekeepers and entered the city. They saw that the Holy City was extremely majestic. Even if it flew over at high altitude, it would take several seconds. It takes an hour to pass through. Among them, the main street is wide, with pavilions and palaces on both sides. There are stone squares, pill shops, Fengxian Pavilion Garden, Fengyuechang, weapons pavilion, and wine shops. They are all luxurious.
The crowded streets were crowded with warriors walking vigorously, and there were even a large number of mortals working as coolies, transporting embryonic stones on carts.
The three of Xin Zhuo looked around and were about to figure out where to go first when they saw a group of 200 powerful and domineering men riding one-horned tigers and wearing golden armor entering from the sky above the city gate, running rampant and domineering, with sharp swords behind them. disillusionment,
The bloodthirsty, arrogant and unruly momentum made the passersby below almost unable to breathe.
He was just as rude as the warriors who entered the city before, but it was extremely rare for him to be so rude. Not only did the guard outside the city gate not take offense, he also showed a kind smile on his face.
An old man in the distance said in shock: "The Jiusi Haixingchen Army, which is hundreds of thousands of miles south, has a Jiusi Marshal? Is the Holy City going crazy?"
Gou Xian also lowered his voice and said: "What are these embryo killers doing? Are they also interested in the Origin Stone?"
Li Guangling said: "Don't forget, a few years ago someone created the Prince of the Wing Clan, and all the tribes in the south were under their control!"
"What do you think?" Gou Xianzhuo pushed Xin Zhuo,
However, he found that Xin Zhuo stared blankly at the group of golden-armored men riding tigers in the sky. The leader was a young man, dressed in purple armor, carrying a dragon spear eight feet long, with a young man's hair in a bun, with a handful of yellow hair hanging down from each temple, and eyebrows Yellow-white, with a somewhat indifferent look on his angular face, his eyes are deep and filled with murderous intent. It is a cold look that comes from years of experience in killing.
Even if he was just passing by at this moment, he still gave people an unsettling and powerful aura that made his scalp numb.
"With a strong physique and unfathomable realm, I am afraid that he has the power to fight a dragon and kill a dragon. Even if he faces the Holy Son of the Holy Land, he will not give in too much!" Gou Xian knew: "Why are you looking at him like this? Do you know him? ?”
Xin Zhuo's face turned extremely cold, and he almost squeezed out three words from between his teeth: "Han Jiulang!"
Han Jiulang, the bandit subordinate of Fulong Mountain!
(End of chapter)
