At the end of March, it suddenly started snowing again in Qiongxiao City, thousands of miles away, and the catkins were flying and falling.
Suddenly, many strangers came to the capital, all of them powerful warriors of different shapes and strange attires. However, the Qiongxiao Imperial Capital, which had a population of 60 million, soon disappeared.
"Weapons in the world are divided into Wuji Yuanbing, Wujiyuan Weapon, Wuji Saint Weapon, Jidao Imperial Weapon, Imperial Weapon, Original Magical Weapon, Legendary Divine Weapon, etc. You haven't seen them before, maybe it's because of your experience over the years. They are all low-level warriors. They are not fighting for life and death. No one can carry them with them. I'm afraid things will be different this time.
This is Leng Yue, the simplest Martial Ultimate Saint Weapon. It uses 20,000-year-old Hantan crystal iron from Tianji Mountain. It took a first-class craftsman 16 years to build it. My personal weapon is given to you.
This is the Xingyue Qilin Armor, forged from ancient Qilin skin, with a Xingyue magic circle inside to protect the body, which can withstand a saint's attack.
These are sixteen Ten Thousand Years Miasma Pills. If you crush one, the Ten Thousand Years Miasma will spread for eighty miles around. You can use it to avoid pursuit.
Here are three hundred top-grade Wu Yun stones. "
In the main hall of Jiulong Palace, Xin Zhuo put on the exquisite Northern Xinjiang imperial tribute cloak, his hair was tied into a neat bun, and he wore Longyun boots that could not be broken by the Five Elements Qi. He looked much taller and more handsome.
Opposite her, the bright and charming Ji Yaoyue looked like a little wife sending her husband away. While she was arranging his collar, she gave him earnest instructions and signaled the female officer behind her to offer several protective treasures.
Thirteen days passed in the blink of an eye. Xin Zhuo's fusion of origins was "life and death", and finally everything was done. Now one person has four "Yuanji" origins, which Ji Yaoyue cannot understand.
The capital city has been extremely peaceful these days. Even if the spiritual master Sun Kongkong escaped, no one would care about him.
Because the Ancient Holy King Ancient Well in Holy King Valley is opened today!
At this moment, Xin Zhuo held Ji Yaoyue's small hands, breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a smile: "I know."
Ji Yaoyue's face turned red with embarrassment, she rolled her eyes at him, and said sternly: "Those secretive disciples from the ancient, medieval, and ancient life forbidden areas never came. It's hard to tell this time, but don't worry too much. The direct descendants from those places The reason for being so rare is to protect against future disasters, so we won’t be here in vain. The people who come here are just ordinary, and the ones you need to pay most attention to are the disciples of the Holy Land Cave Heaven.”
After thinking about it, he added: "I have sent a quasi-sage to protect you. You don't need to worry about who he is. He will follow you. Is there anything else? Let me think about it..."
"Don't think about it!"
Xin Zhuo pinched her cheek and turned to leave.
Xiao Huang grew up a bit and followed behind with a weird posture.
Surrounded by all the female officials, Ji Yaoyue looked at his back silently, and suddenly rushed over again and hugged him from behind: "Don't let anything happen. Even if I have all the means, there is nothing I can do!"
"knew."
Xin Zhuo nodded solemnly again, and it wasn't until Ji Yaoyue let go that he stepped into the snow outside and gradually went away.
Ji Yaoyue was still watching for a long time. Feng Shuning stepped forward and said softly: "What are you worried about, Your Majesty?"
Ji Yaoyue sighed softly: "I'm worried about him trying to be brave. He will be lonely and helpless all his life. If he doesn't become a saint immediately, his wish is not fulfilled, but something unexpected happens, this life...sigh..."
"Then why didn't you stop him?"
"You don't understand. No one can stop what he decides. No matter it is right or wrong, he will do it. He will only consider the gain or loss afterwards."
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"Damn it, you're so tired."
Xin Zhuo and Xiao Huang walked straight to the streets outside the palace city along the Linfeng Gate. The snowflakes were still there, and the snow on the ground could not be swept clean. It made a "creep" sound when they stepped on it.
The speaker is Xiao Huang, but its voice is very weird, not like Xiao Huang's mouth. If you look carefully, it is not difficult to see that its hair is very thick, as if it has been put on. Although it is vivid, it looks awkward no matter how you look at it. .
Of course, no one except Xin Zhuo cares how weird a dog is.
Xin Zhuo glanced at him and said: "There are always people worth remembering in this world. Ji Yaoyue and I met when we were young. We misunderstood and met Da Zhou, and met and met Da Qian. Even an iron man will have concerns in his heart. You don't understand , you are just a monkey."
"How many times have I told you that I am a human being, a member of the spiritual race, not a monkey. I don't even know the Monkey King, the Monkey King. I don't even know who he is."
The one under the dog's skin is of course Sun Kongkong, the master of the Spirit Clan, and the two have negotiated terms these days.
"Okay Wukong." Xin Zhuo nodded.
Sun Kongkong sighed: "Wukong, let's just say Wukong. Anyway, there is only one word missing. I really belong to you. Even though I thought about it, I never thought that you would disguise me as a dog. In fact, I am not as good as a monkey."
Xin Zhuo said: "Look, you are a monkey."
Sun Kongkong refused to speak any more.
The three to four hundred miles of Jingcheng Road spans seven lanes and thirty-three streets. Xin Zhuo, who has never really visited the Qiongxiao Imperial Capital, was eye-opening along the way. He saw various workshops, shops, and unheard of roadside craftsmanship. People can be called the master of folk in this world of martial arts.
Sun Kongkong didn't really look at it. He was just wandering around a few days ago, and he was fascinated by it.
Then, the two miscalculated the time and arrived at the "Holy King Valley", which was in a remote environment and surrounded by several green mountains and green peaks. It was already afternoon, and a flood of warriors had entered it an hour ago, and the sky was filled with brilliance and figures. They also shot in quickly.
Tens of thousands of Imperial Guards were guarding the surrounding areas.
The two stood alone for a moment, looked at each other, and each cursed secretly. It was not the reason for being late, but mainly because he entered too late and was too conspicuous. Moreover, one of them was hostile to most people, and the other was from the Spirit Race. ?
Xin Zhuo said: "They need to go through three levels if they want to enter, right?"
Sun Kongkong said: "That's right! The first level is to obtain the approved spirit-possessed object. Only with the spirit-possession can one pass through the bronze forbidden land. The second level is to pass the restriction. If the physical body cannot do it, there will be no life. The third level It is a five-element tree of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth. It is the transformation of the five internal organs of the Holy King. Which element it is in, it will enter that element.
When you get down there, life and death are determined, and wealth and honor are in the sky. "
After a pause, he added: "It doesn't matter if it's a little later. I can take you directly to the best location in the first level. We'll talk about the rest!"
"appropriate!"
The two of them crossed the imperial guards and reached a mountain peak in an instant. Sun Kongkong led the way into a hidden jungle, then retreated into a dog's skin, took out a stick, opened a cave with one stick, turned around and said with a smile: "I came out of here. , let’s go!”
The two of them walked down the cave for a thousand feet before reaching the end, where there was a pool of water.
Sun Kongkong pointed at the water pool and said: "Go down from here, you go up. You can't continue to enter below. You have to follow the prohibition rules opened by the human saints step by step. I am different. I have been down there for many years, and I breathe the human saints. The king’s flesh and blood turned into breath, and he was naturally friendly.”
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Deep in the Valley of the Saints, where seven or eight peaks are clustered together, if viewed from a high altitude, it looks like the rim of a huge deep well, spiraling straight downwards. At the bottom is a pitch black as ink exuding waves of quiet evil aura, death. Angry and violent "Old Well", countless mixed auras gathered together and shot straight into the sky, disrupting the clouds and forming a circle of rolling black clouds.
Anyone who sees it will know that this is ominous.
But at this moment, there are 30,000 to 40,000 people gathered on the mountain walls around the "well edge". Men, women, old and young, blind and lame, all wearing tight military uniforms and solemn expressions, they are all powerful people. People came from all directions just for the remains of the Ancient Saint King in the Qiongxiao Imperial Capital.
This is the world of martial arts, where martial arts is the most respected, powerful power governs the world, and possessing the extremely high martial arts skills of flying to the sky and escaping from the earth means having everything, wealth, status, power and beauty.
Practicing hard and climbing to the end of the martial arts path is the ultimate pursuit of all warriors.
It is never a wise choice to work behind closed doors. Apart from sect inheritance, only the secret realms, forbidden areas, relics and monuments of ancestors can get great opportunities. Therefore, even if life and death are unpredictable, there will be people who will follow suit, and flies will keep an eye on the carrion.
After all, mediocrity is more uncomfortable than death.
At this time, tens of thousands of people were sitting among the rocks, each holding a fishing rod, fishing in the "well mouth" at the bottom.
The scene was originally funny, but because everyone was serious, the scene became serious.
Immediately at the bottom of the "well surface" which is more than ten miles wide, Deng Taixuan and the commander-in-chief Ma Boju sat cross-legged together, holding the fishing rod in their hands.
Ma Boju frowned and said, "Why hasn't this boy Xin Zhuo come yet? Could it be that he is already completely sure of this sacred king's forbidden land, so it doesn't matter?"
Deng Taixuan was also surprised. Xin Zhuo didn't seem to be a man who was too arrogant or mystical. Moreover, it took several saints for forty-five years to break down the formations and passages below. Even the saints were not completely sure. How could he be so sure? He shook his head. Said: "We are not the only ones waiting for him."
Ma Boju looked into the distance.
(End of chapter)
