"Whoosh whoosh..."
Linqiu City, with more than a hundred forces and hundreds of thousands of warriors crowded together, was originally a mess. They were fighting each other and fighting openly and secretly every day.
All disciples of sects and aristocratic families abide by the rules, are full of rigor and ability, and treat each other with respect.
Practice formations, refine elixirs, forge weapons, and create formation stakes.
There are warriors who practice the Mohist way, and they hurriedly build countless weird killing weapons, which are said to be ordered by the saints.
There are even masters who are good at taming beasts. They coordinate and train the ferocious beasts left over from ancient, medieval and ancient times. Their strange screams and roars soar into the sky.
Of course, there are also seven or eight hundred masters of powerful escape skills, scattered in all directions, always keeping an eye on the "Hundred Clans Abyss" and the surrounding situation.
The machine of war between all races in the martial arts world is already running at full speed, not just in this place.
…
Clear skies.
In the middle of "Linqiu City", the governor's office has been evacuated and turned into a saint's execution ground.
In the huge house seven deep, there are colorful flowers and winter flowers and grasses in full bloom.
Lu Zhiruo and Song Xinruo held fruits and walked carefully towards the "sacred church". The chapel was originally a government hall, but the quasi-sages thought it was indecent and too mundane, so they changed it privately.
As soon as they arrived in front of the gate, they saw Murong Bo and He Jiuhe from yesterday, holding swords and guarding the door with serious faces. It was pitiful for these two holy sons, who had noble status, but at this moment they were recruited by the saint to become doormen. .
However, the two of them were not angry and contradictory at all. Instead, they were full of honor and arrogance and performed their duties diligently.
Who is the saint? That was Xin Zhuo, the number one Hunyuan in the world. He was such a domineering person, even his own ancestor was not qualified to guard the gate.
Seeing the two girls arriving, they looked serious: "Have you tried it? Is it not poisonous?"
Lu Zhiruo was stunned and too lazy to respond. She lowered her head with Song Xinruo and entered the lobby, only to see the saint and eight quasi-sages... "having a meeting"!
The eight aloof ancestors were like a flock of quails at the moment.
The two women did not dare to disturb and stood aside quietly.
Then the saint said: "There are more than 118,700 people, that is, all the disciples of each family this time. Are they all above the level of the Great Venerable?"
The ancestor of the Feijian Sect respectfully replied: "Returning to the saints, it is exactly that, to be precise, the eight quasi-sages, the one hundred and twenty-three Yuanji, and the five hundred and forty-five celestial beings. These were awakened by this battle. With all the background of each family, the remaining warriors are all warriors below the fifth level of Heaven and Human!"
Xin Zhuo tapped the table with his right index finger. This was the fourth time in the past two days that he had confirmed it. Every time he asked, his heart felt cold. Although from the perspective of those years, this was a very terrifying force, but Looking back now, it is too little and too weak.
He asked again: "Do you know how many alien races there are across the street?"
The eight quasi-sages were silent for a while, and then the female quasi-sage from Xuance Palace smiled bitterly and said: "We went to check on the first day we came, but there seemed to be some kind of natural barrier between Baizuyuan and the human race. There was nothing." Can’t see clearly!”
Xin Zhuo pondered for a moment and then said: "Do you know which two saints are in the nearby small formation? How many people do they have?"
There are three thousand small formations in the world that protect the 700,000 miles of heaven and earth. Naturally, there are neighboring small formations adjacent to each other. There are saints on the left and right of the "Baizuyuan" small formation.
Unexpectedly, Feijian Ancestor smiled bitterly and said: "Our Baizuyuan small formation is nine thousand miles deep into the hinterland of the alien race. The small formations on the left and right are at the very rear. In other words, this place is like an arrow, going straight into the deep belly. Who is on both sides? It’s hard to say, saints don’t have to worry about them.”
Xin Zhuo was silent for a while, waved his sleeves and said, "Step back!"
The eight quasi-sages stood up, bowed respectfully and exited the hall.
Only then did Lu Zhiruo and Song Xinruo dare to serve the fruit carefully.
Xin Zhuo glanced at it and could see that he had taken great care. The various spiritual fruits were washed clean and extremely fresh, but he had no intention of tasting them. He looked at Lu Zhiruo, who had extremely beautiful features and could rival Mo Xianyi's. Seeing this, the latter's cheeks turned red to his chest, and then he asked: "Don't bully a young girl to be poor. Thirty years in Hedong and thirty years in Hexi. Who did you learn from?"
Lu Zhiruo was slightly startled, her red lips and long eyelashes trembled together, and she replied: "Back to the saint, I saw it in a book when I was young, and when I encountered an accident in my family, I casually said it to express my grievances!"
"Very good, I wish you can fight against the sky one day."
Xin Zhuo chuckled, kicked Xiao Huang, and the man and the dog disappeared in an instant.
Lu Zhiruo was stunned for a long time, then looked at Song Xinruo next to her with difficulty: "Xinruo, why does the saint want me to fight to break the sky?"
Song Xinruo thought about it for a long time: "Fighting means fighting, breaking means breaking. The sky is probably referring to the legendary fairyland in general. Ah, the saint wants to fight the fairyland decisively. I am afraid he has taken a fancy to you and wants to give you a chance. After all, the saint is In the legendary fairy world, he is also a strong man in the fairy king realm!"
Lu Zhiruo was completely stunned. Is that what you meant?
A figure flashed in like a flying figure from outside, it was He Jiuhe, his face turned purple from suppressing his emotions, he cupped his hands and said: "If this is the case, please Miss Lu, please forget the past grudges and put her on the next horse."
Lu Zhiruo's body trembled slightly, what kind of thing did she like? Do you want to accept me as a disciple, or do you want to be a man and a woman?
…
There is an air of decay and staleness in the air, and the murals of immortal saints full of historical deposits are already colorful, but the martial charm can still be seen in them.
Every time you take the steps, you will feel an inexplicable and heavy pressure.
This is a cave leading to the ground. At the end is the center of one of the three thousand small formations left by the last evil emperor Chen Kuling.
Xin Zhuo found this place last night, but he didn't understand how to enter. The five great sages on the mountain and the holy land Dongtian were really unprofessional and didn't explain anything. As a result, he thought hard and checked the guard jade plaque, only to find that everything was hidden. On the jade plaque.
This jade tablet has more uses than imagined.
"Master, there are 321,876 steps further down. This place is 30,000 feet deep. It's really deep!"
Xiao Huang jumped up and down each step and counted once, extremely serious.
How bored are you?
Xin Zhuo looked down, where a huge bronze portal appeared, with strange lines all over it, full of mystery, making people feel uncomfortable when approaching it.
This gate is probably more than 10,000 years old!
It is said that Chen Kuling, the last great emperor and the weakest emperor in history, passed away for a long time, exactly 12,000 years ago.
These are such long years. Xin Zhuo has only been practicing for seventy or eighty years. This is already the life of an ordinary person. The history of the previous life was only five thousand years. In the previous life, what was the concept of a bronze gate that was 10,000 years old appearing underground?
He had already walked to the bronze gate, took out the jade token, and urged his true energy to enter. The jade token floated up and approached the bronze gate.
The next moment, clamp into the groove at the end of the pattern on the door.
"Creak..."
The bronze door made a heavy and harsh sound as it slowly opened, and a rotten stench and overwhelming sinister air rushed in.
One person and one dog, the heartbeat speeds up.
When the door slowly opened and I saw the scene inside clearly, I couldn't help but be stunned.
Xiao Huang exclaimed: "The emperor is sitting there!"
(End of chapter)
