Behind the huge bronze door is a ruins with a radius of forty or fifty miles that is full of stench. The land is dark red after a large amount of dried blood. Densely packed broken weapons are stuck in all directions. Under the weapons are countless layers of grotesque bones. The reason why I say it is strange is because the small one is about the size of a normal person, and the large one stretches for two or three miles, with its yellowed and wind-eroded spine like a long dragon.
Before stepping into the door, a vast and endless aura of decay rushed towards the face. A saint would be afraid that his body would be defiled in an instant and he would die in pain.
At this moment, in the middle of the ruins, there is a huge Bagua Sheji platform. Sitting on the platform is a figure emitting light. Although he is just sitting cross-legged, he has a terrifying aura that controls the world and can destroy the world with a wave of his hand. came.
Xin Zhuo's heart trembled, his scalp went numb, and he quickly retreated.
Xiao Huang Sayazi ran faster.
Emperor?
The last evil emperor, Chen Kuling?
Instead of sitting in the long river of time, you hide here?
Even if he is the weakest person in history, he is still the Great Emperor. It is not difficult to destroy the world and the world with one finger, and kill the four wastelands and eight regions.
What the hell are you and Xiao Huang?
Only halfway through the run, I felt that something was not right. The aura exuded by this figure was too rigid and sluggish, and relatively speaking, it was too weak. It was only powerful but intangible.
He stopped, turned around and looked carefully to make sure the other party made no further movements. After thinking for a moment, he boldly walked back and stepped into the door.
An even stronger aura of chilling and murderous energy rushed towards them like a tsunami, and clouds of will-o'-the-wisps rose up all around, turning into a prairie fire in the blink of an eye, and the entire ruins burned blazingly.
Xin Zhuo endured the discomfort and looked directly at the figure. He found that the man had always turned his back to this side and was motionless. He couldn't help but said loudly: "Who are you? Xin Zhuo, a martial arts cultivator in the holy realm of the human race, coincides with the great catastrophe of all races and has been ordered to come to guard it." Here, the formation needs to be activated, so please forgive me if I cause any inconvenience!"
Quiet and silent!
The figure still sat with his back facing him, making no sound, and even his terrifying aura did not make any waves.
Xin Zhuo hesitated for a moment, then boldly walked forward. Every step he took, he would step on a withered bone. Even if these withered bones have been dead for countless years, they are still as hard as cold iron that has been tempered for hundreds of years.
The broken weapons on the corpse were covered with unknown lines. Even if they were broken and abandoned for thousands of years, they still exuded unparalleled murderous intent.
He tried to touch these remnant soldiers, but before he could get close, the sharp weapon broke through the body-protecting body. He couldn't help but retract his hand, and was shocked.
These remnant soldiers were actually better forged than his own Fang Tian Painted Halberd, and their level was also higher.
Looking around, what kind of brutal fighting happened that year? How many dead bones are there?
At this moment, his eyes narrowed and his hair stood on end. The figure on the Bagua Sheji platform in the middle suddenly disappeared!
He immediately looked around, and Wu Nian swept in all directions. There was nothing there, as if it had never existed.
"Master, is that person the Great Emperor?" Xiao Huang dared not come in outside the bronze door. He stuck out half of his dog's head and asked cautiously.
Xin Zhuo asked in surprise: "Xiao Huang, did you see how he disappeared?"
"Disappeared?" Xiao Huang asked curiously: "It didn't disappear, it's still there!"
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Xin Zhuo looked carefully at the middle of the Bagua Sheji Terrace. It was empty. After thinking about it, he flew back three miles. When he looked again, the man appeared again.
After advancing another three miles, the man disappeared again.
What changes should have occurred within these three miles?
After retreating again, he slowly moved forward. When he reached a suitable position, he found that the figure was suddenly between reality and reality. He immediately looked in all directions, and finally found the clue——
Diagonally across the top, I saw a huge mural, colorful, as if it had just been painted. Ninety-nine strange mirrors around it cast a shadow on the mural.
It was the person I just saw!
Is this a deterrent effect?
He breathed a sigh of relief, and in a flash, he arrived in front of the mural. He saw that the mural was three feet wide and more than ten feet long. It was painted with unknown ink colors. It seemed to be a scene of ancient warriors fighting with aliens. The warrior's personality A man with a wide robe and big sleeves, standing high in the clouds, with an imposing manner, with the courage to go to heaven and earth, and fight in the sky. He is completely different from the bullshit and petty spirit of modern warriors. The appearance of aliens and humans is not very different, but their bodies are exceptionally tall. It seems to be full of infinite power.
"This should be a battlefield in early ancient times. Opposite are ten major alien races. I don't know where the human race comes from, but the ending should be that the human race wins. The strange thing is... looking at the situation ahead, it is impossible for the human race to win. Something must have happened in the middle. What..."
At some point, Xiao Huang ran in on a cloud of demonic energy, opening and closing his mouth, analyzing it with seriousness.
Xin Zhuo looked at it and said: "How do you know about the ancient times? Are you the reincarnation of some powerful person and are you trying to make trouble with me?"
Xiao Huang blinked: "Master was reading a book and throwing it aside casually, I took care of it!"
Xin Zhuo stopped talking and looked at the mural again. He really didn't know what the meaning was. Just as he was about to turn around and leave, Xiao Huang suddenly pointed at the mural and exclaimed: "Old Gou Gou is in there, and there is Miss Zhao Yizhu!"
He was so excited that his paws touched the mural, and his whole body suddenly sank halfway into the mural.
Xin Zhuo was startled and grabbed its leg. As a result, he felt a powerful suction coming, and both the man and the dog entered the painting.
The air was cold, and a chilling aura hit his face. Xin Zhuo found himself in a vast wilderness, with faint screams and intensive fighting sounds that echoed throughout the world.
Looking up and looking ahead, the whole person was stunned.
I saw a thousand miles of poverty ahead, the clouds were dark, the earth was dry and cracked, the mountain peaks collapsed, the trees and vegetation were in a mess, and countless figures were entangled in the air. On one side were millions of aliens with strange shapes, and on the other side were human races with long sleeves. .
The two sides fought bloody battles, the wind and clouds were broken, the earth collapsed, blood flowed into rivers, sword shadows roared, spells flew away...
The scene was so vast that it was the worst that Xin Zhuo had ever encountered in his life!
In such a scene, not to mention a saint, even a great saint, or even a master or an old ghost would be hard-pressed to escape.
How did the key get to this damn place?
He subconsciously looked at Xiao Huang, who was also confused next to him: "Where are Prophet Gou and Zhao Yizhu? Are you crazy?"
Xiao Huang looked solemn and decisive: "I really saw it. In the last painting, it was probably... there and there!"
It pointed at a large mountain in the sky and said seriously: "Zhao Yizhu descended from the sky, his immortal aura floating in the sky, and Prophet Gou was on that large mountain, with his hands behind his back and his long hair flying."
Xin Zhuo looked along where it was pointing and saw that there was no fart. He couldn't help but rub his eyebrows and realized that this place should be an illusion space. He and Xiao Huang were probably still in front of the mural, but he had no idea how to get out.
Anyway, there was no fear for his life, so he simply took Xiao Huang and ran towards the mountain where Gou Xie "may" be.
However, no matter how he ran, the perspective and picture in front of him did not change at all, which meant that he was still in the same place.
At this time, I looked up and saw a figure really appearing on the big mountain in front of me. He was wearing a strange yellow robe, with long hair flying, and his hands behind his back. He seemed to be fighting for the human warriors. He had a thin face, triangular eyes, and eight eyes. With his beard removed and a small temple decoration on his head, who else could he be but a prophet?
"Prophet Gou..."
Xin Zhuo knew that it was an illusion before him, but the fact that Prophet Gou appeared here was enough to show that this old guy had an extraordinary origin. Why was he staying by his side?
"Buzz——"
At this moment, the sea of clouds rolled in the sky above millions of aliens, shooting down thousands of golden lights. From the golden light, a woman in white clothes like snow descended. She was twenty-nine years old, with a flying fairy bun on her head and a phoenix hairpin inserted sideways. She was graceful and delicate. , Willow eyebrows are covered with green mist, sandalwood mouth is dotted with cinnabar, and a pair of autumn eyes are hazy.
The surroundings are surrounded by fairy air, and there are hidden dragons and phoenixes showing auspiciousness.
The originally gloomy world suddenly became bright.
Fairy!
That woman is like a fairy, flawless, and extremely holy!
The key is that she is Zhao Yizhu!
"Zhao Yizhu..." Xin Zhuo murmured.
The next moment, in the midst of the worship of millions of foreigners, Master Zhao Yi held the jade flute in his bare hands and played it gently, and the wonderful fairy music roared across the heaven and earth.
The tens of thousands of human masters on the opposite side were unable to resist, and their corpses fell like snowflakes.
On the mountain, Gou Xie's eyes widened, as if he said something, he took a few steps back, made seals with his left hand, and muttered.
The next moment, the sky suddenly rolled up and down, opening a huge, deep and endless hole. From the hole, a person walked out. He looked like a young man with a calm expression. He casually chopped off a sword. The sword hung upside down like a galaxy. The darkness in the sky dispersed, and the earth was everywhere. It cracked open and countless mountain peaks collapsed.
Shatter the void and open the world with one sword!
"Greedy Wolf..."
A hazy voice, as if from ancient times, came from Zhao Yizhu's mouth. As he spoke, he suddenly looked at Xin Zhuo and Xiao Huang, his beautiful eyes exuding dazzling brilliance.
"Buzz——"
Xin Zhuo and Xiao Huang felt dizzy. When they looked again, they were in front of the mural again.
(End of chapter)
