Xin Zhuo was walking on Tongji Peak, the ruins of the Qiankun Immortal Dynasty. The surrounding boulders, the size of palaces, covered with cuts and traces of time, were irregularly embedded in the cliffs and cracks. There were also many decayed ancient palace woods and stones under the stones. Liang, and some stone tablets carved with broken ancient seals, all tell the story of the prosperity of this place countless years ago and the ruthlessness of the years.
Masters from the surrounding regions and the seven realms in the central region were swept off their chariots and flying cavalry. All young and old, young and old, were dressed in ancient costumes with wide robes and long sleeves. Their expressions showed the domineering warriors, the confidence and disregard for the powerful heritage. All domineering.
Among them, the majority are young men and women. The men are all handsome and handsome, and the women are either fairy-like, beautiful, smart, or enchanting. All the masters of the Holy Ruins seem to have arrived at the Holy Ruins realm accumulated over the ages. It is difficult to tell what kind of means they have. Even if the Chosen One arrives here, he will put away some of his pride and become more low-key.
There seem to be some rogue cultivators among them, but even if they are rogue cultivators, their origins are not ordinary. After all, how many people who walk alone dare to go to this place where there are as many holy ruins as dogs and everyone has a strong background? If you are not careful, you will only be suppressed to death.
Continuing forward, crossing a single-plank bridge spanning a very wide gap in the abyss, there are no less than a thousand new palaces with strange shapes in front of them. Each palace has its own unique characteristics, such as Lingxiao Mountain, which is tall, straight and majestic, as if It is like a fairy palace; the Great Sumeru Temple is like an ancient Buddhist temple on earth...
This kind of skill is really unparalleled. For the opportunity of his disciples to enter the country, he built a palace.
In front of each palace, there must be two human emperor masters from their respective sects sitting cross-legged in meditation, which is enough to intimidate anyone who dares to offend.
"Great Sumeru Temple."
Xin Zhuo stopped for a moment in front of the ancient Buddhist temple of Dashumi Temple. He thought of Venerable Lingzhe. I wonder if he has come. Has he entered the human emperor in the past seventy years?
Hidden Dragon and Ni Cangtian...
There is also Tantai Xun'er, she is a Buddhist Bodhisattva, this time...
Just when I thought of this, a cold voice came from not far away: "If that boy Xin Zhuo comes this time, he will definitely let him know what the heritage of the dynasty is. My sister must not be destroyed in his hands!"
It was Tantai Lianyu's voice.
Xin Zhuo immediately retreated to a corner and looked coldly, only to see more than ten masters from the Tantai family. The head of the family, Tantai Pi, the emperor Tantai Hujian and several generations of experts brought Tantai Lianyu, Dantai, etc. Tai Lingyun and the seven young masters.
There is no Tantai Xun'er!
Watching the group of people go away, Xin Zhuo looked due south. Directly below the hundreds of auroras five hundred miles away was a hazy, majestic ancient fantasy mountain range. That was the Gulai Ruins. Even if it was extremely far away, it would still be there. It gives people a sense of mystery, vastness, and incomprehensibility, and... it seems that there is a faint call to the Holy Ruins Realm.
The previous bell was heard to be the gathering drum of Emperor Xuan's Immortal Dynasty, which meant that the ancient market was about to open, and the warriors from heaven and earth were summoned to come quickly.
However, it should still be some time away.
He turned around and walked casually, and unknowingly stepped onto another mountain road, where there were more palaces of major forces.
He took a casual look and was startled when he saw the five characters "Sandaoshan Jiang Family" on the golden plaque of a palace diagonally opposite.
In front of the gate, seven or eight extremely unfamiliar masters of the Holy Ruins of the Era were chatting, and Jiang Guiyi, who had already entered the Holy King realm, was among them.
Someone from the Jiang family is here too!
Looking around again, not only Jiang, but also Ye, Ji, Ying, and Zhao were here.
Sure enough, the best families and sects from all regions came together. It was really what the man named Gu Zhibei said. This was a once-in-a-lifetime event.
Can the Jiang family still target themselves in the face of these ancient forces from all regions?
He walked elsewhere, past a large area of magnificent palaces, and arrived at a slightly low-key mountain road. It was actually full of low thatched cottages, and there were people selling spiritual treasures, weapons, elixirs, and secret treasures on both sides of the mountain road.
It is true that wherever there are people, there is business.
Since time traveling, he has discovered that the nature of this world is not like what he saw in his previous life. It is all about fighting alone, all kinds of markets, casual cultivators, wandering, and intrigues with each other. The casual cultivators here are not on the stage, and they are still sects. , inheritance, and noble families were the mainstream, but the scene in front of him made him feel relaxed for no reason.
I walked around and took a look, I didn't look down on spiritual treasures, weapons, elixirs and the like, they were all fake, but there was a wine-making stall that no one paid attention to, which was quite original. On this snowy day, It must be good to drink strong wine.
He strode over and said to the gray-haired stall owner, "How do you sell wine?"
The old man raised his head and glanced at him: "We are not selling wine, we are only looking for drinking companions!"
Xin Zhuo smiled and said: "How can a drinking buddy find a way?"
The old man said: "A bottle of wine from afar can recall people thousands of miles away. A story can be exchanged for a jar of wine, and it will definitely not be a loss!"
Xin Zhuo sat down on a small horse beside him: "My own story, or someone else's story?"
The old man said: "Of course it's my own story!"
"My own story?"
Xin Zhuo thought for a while and smiled bitterly: "I should never be able to make up a story in my life. I thought everyone was playing martial arts, but it turned out that everyone was playing with the magical power of Xuanli Xuanqi; I thought it was a court and empire fighting for hegemony, but it turned out to be the end of martial arts. Immortality.
I thought that after all the hard work and hard work, I would eventually reach my destination. Unfortunately, my destination is far away.
In fact, it’s quite boring. I don’t know where to make up a story! "
Get up and leave.
The old man laughed: "Hahaha, this is the first time I heard someone say that he has no story in his life. If he is so bad at life, doesn't it make it more obvious? Here!"
He scooped up a large jar of strong liquor and handed it over.
Xin Zhuo was startled, sat back, took the wine jar and took a big sip. It was spicy in the mouth, and it felt like his intestines were burned when it entered his throat. He couldn't help but say: "Good wine!"
The old man laughed, scooped up a jar himself, sat next to him, and drank by himself.
"According to reliable information, the tens of thousands of years of true energy, resources and charm of the Human Emperor accumulated in the Gulai Ruins can only be used by three hundred Saint Ruins masters to enter the strongest Human Emperor in the world!"
"Where did you get the news?"
"My grandmother served as an official in the Heavenly Prison in Emperor Xuan's Immortal Dynasty!"
"...How many experts from the Holy Ruins came this time?"
"You may not believe it. There are more than 1,800 people, not including hundreds of casual cultivators. When the age was not yet open, the masters of the Holy King were already the ancestors who suppressed the four directions. Who would have thought that they would come out of such nooks and crannies now? So many holy ruins? It’s like a dream.”
"The world is vast, the land is vast, and the resources are vast. There are so many masters in all fields. In addition, after countless years of accumulation, even if the mother said that there are a hundred thousand masters of the three emperors, I will believe it!
But... you said that there are only 300 Human Emperors who can successfully enter the Kulai Ruins. Do you think it will take nearly 2,000 Saint Ruins to compete for 300 seats? "
"Fight for an egg! There are 290 geniuses throughout the ages, of which 190 are from the Xuan Emperor Immortal Dynasty, the Seven Supreme Palaces, Taiyi Ancient Sect, Lingxiao Mountain, Three Emperors Island and some ancient medieval sects. There are ten geniuses for generations. There is no doubt that these people are incredibly powerful.
The remaining one hundred generation-defining geniuses are slightly weaker, but they are also the children of the top Three Daoshan generation-defining families in each major domain. Who can ordinary people compare with them?
In other words, the last ten seats are a bit interesting. "
"Fifteen or six hundred people are fighting for the throne of ten people? Wouldn't that be a bloody battle? And why bother? Has no one given up?"
"Wu Wu No. 1, who would say that he is definitely not among those ten people?"
"That's reasonable!"
Not far away, two casual cultivators, who looked like wandering warriors, spoke openly.
"My little friend, you see, this world is about one's origin and heritage. This Gulai Ruins will eventually interpret a joke and tragedy!"
The old man selling wine touched Xin Zhuo's jar.
Xin Zhuo smiled and said, "How do you say that?"
The old man sighed and said: "The Gulai Ruins can only produce three hundred human emperors. Even if the competition is fair, it is equivalent to booking in advance. It is difficult for ordinary warriors and casual cultivators to stand up. It is better to cast a good child in the next life. The former teacher It has been said that all roads lead to the avenue of martial arts, but most people will never reach the avenue in their lifetime, while some people are born on the avenue.
For example, those geniuses who have lasted for generations, and those boys and girls who have lasted for generations. "
After a pause, he patted his shoulder: "For a boy like you, unless you are the chosen one, your coming will be in vain. I advise you to leave early and stop wasting time."
Xin Zhuo said: "Although I am a duckweed, I still have an unyielding heart. If I don't try, wouldn't it be boring?"
The old man looked at him: "Aren't you afraid of death? People will die in this Kulai Ruins."
Xin Zhuo smiled: "I'm afraid of death, but I've been walking all the way these days and found that some things are more terrifying than death, such as... not being able to live up to one's wishes?"
The old man said seriously: "What is your wish?"
Xin Zhuo said: "It's immortal!"
The old man twitched his lips, stood up suddenly, and said, "He is an interesting and special person. No wonder..."
I don't know why I said the word "no wonder", I waved my sleeves, and flashed into the air. The zhenqi around me was floating and rising, and wind, frost, rain, snow, fierce wind and fire appeared faintly, and the whole sky seemed to be moving with it. As he said, he blinked and arrived in front of a particularly majestic palace in the distance.
From the countless palaces around, hundreds of figures with terrifying auras suddenly appeared, and they all raised their hands: "I have seen Taiyi Ancient Sect Lu Huang!"
"I'm here to see the fun, you don't need to be polite!"
The old man blinked and disappeared without a trace.
Xin Zhuo glanced silently, this old man is an ancient emperor! !
After taking another sip of wine, I suddenly felt that this old guy was quite annoying. What the hell was he doing when he came here and filled me with negative energy for no reason? (End of chapter)
