The snow is getting heavier and heavier. Looking up at the sky, you can see the black spots all over the sky slowly falling, turning into fluffy flakes of goose feathers.
Xin Zhuo drank a jar of wine and was already a little dizzy. When he raised his head, he found that there were almost no casual cultivators around, and they were all heading towards the illusory and hazy Gulai Ruins ahead.
From the densely packed palaces in the distance, a large number of prodigies with wide robes and sleeves flew out, from generations of families and masters of the Holy Ruins from various regions and mountains. Accompanied by their elders, they headed straight for the ancient ruins.
here we go!
He stood up, worked his mind, and his drunkenness dissipated a lot, and he strode forward, his back straighter than ever before.
The journey of five hundred miles was not far, but he did not want to attract unnecessary attention from a group of people, so he deliberately walked.
There were numerous shadows of people in the sky, whizzing by from time to time.
Half an hour later, he finally arrived at the place, and he felt a heavy and majestic pressure coming on him. The "Gulai Ruins" was actually in a huge abyss crack. It was called a "ruins", but in fact, not only did it not have any ruins. On the contrary, it looks like a newly born eternal forbidden land or an ancient blessed land. The aura of the human emperor is as deep as the sea, and the human emperor's technique of entering heaven and earth is dazzling and dazzling.
But it's like a mirage, layer by layer. Each layer is separated by clouds, mountains, and seas of mist. Each layer is filled with mountain flowers, green peaks, and waterfalls. They are both beautiful and murderous.
If we look at the core meaning of each layer.
The first level is a large illusory stone wall and three hundred strange large pens that are neither gold nor iron nor stone, one hundred feet long.
The second floor is a huge heaven and earth chessboard, with 361 pieces, 181 black pieces, and 180 white pieces, creating a mysterious endgame.
On the third floor were hundreds of unclearly mutilated corpses.
The fourth level is an array of three hundred and sixty-five stars.
On the fifth floor are hundreds of messy and ferocious statues of dragons, phoenixes, unicorns and other mythical beasts.
The sixth floor is filled with strange-shaped weapons!
The seventh floor is a sea, the sea of ancient human emperor's true energy!
The seventh level is like seven worlds. There is no connection at all with each other, and there seems to be a causal relationship.
Gazing at it, it seemed as if one could travel through time and see tens of thousands of years ago, when hundreds of the strongest human emperors in the world were competing here.
At this moment, tens of thousands of people are surrounding the "Gulai Ruins"——
Seven people were sitting cross-legged in the sky, seven ancient emperors, and the old man selling wine was also among them. The seven people only glanced at them lightly and then disappeared into the clouds.
Below, on the steep and steep boulder peaks, countless powerful human emperors and earth emperors sat cross-legged.
Nearly two thousand Saint Ruins experts are standing at the edge of the "Kulai Ruins". Here, no Saint Ruins experts will be prevented from entering, as long as you are qualified to enter. However, the place closest to the inside is the nearly three hundred geniuses of the generation. Miss Leng Jiu and Helian Lanjiang whom I met on the road are also among them. It seems that they are the masters of the Holy Ruins Realm, and the others are only in the background. The three The momentum of a hundred people actually completely overwhelmed the fifteen hundred fellow soldiers three feet away behind them.
Three feet away, the Tantai clan's Tantai Lingyun, Lianyu, Qi Ruoxu and other young masters are also among the fifteen hundred non-generational masters. Compared with the generational genius in front, they are almost half a head shorter. It's also much more low-key.
Xin Zhuo quietly stood in the most inconspicuous place among a group of casual cultivators, silently scanning all the masters participating in the Gulai Ruins, focusing on the geniuses of the generation.
To be honest, without fighting, I can't understand the strength of these geniuses.
When he turned his eyes, he saw many familiar people——
Shangguan Qingming, the palace guard girl, monk Lingzhe, Ye Miaojin, Li Chunyuan, Zhao Tong'er, Jiang Wuwei, Ying Siren, Ji Bizong and other people were chased away from Donghua Mingyu and scattered in the sea of suffering.
Very good, they are all gathered here, and in the past seventy years, these few have all entered the Holy Ruins Realm somewhat unreasonably, and they seem to have also entered the cultivation of major forces in the Central Region.
Yes, frankly speaking, they are the geniuses among geniuses. They are monsters who can draw inferences from one example and are far superior to countless others. As long as they have the guidance of famous teachers and the supply of ancient and terrifying resources in the Central Territory, they can quickly enter the country. However, they have been stuck in their ways for seventy years. Trapped by a ghost spirit crystal...
"Buzz——"
At this moment, there was a sudden tremor in the "Gulai Ruins", and there were waves of mind-shaking buzzing, as if some ancient obstructive energy had completely dissipated.
"There are seven floors in the ancient ruins. The one who reaches the top is a hero of heaven and earth. Enter!"
On the top of the mountain in the distance, an old man with white hair and beard drank softly.
"call out……"
Nearly three hundred geniuses of the era, wrapped in the violent energy of the era and the mysterious and unpredictable mental methods, shot straight towards the first floor like meteors chasing the moon.
The remaining more than 1,500 Saint Ruins masters followed him closely like the ministers across the river.
Xin Zhuo followed a group of casual cultivators without showing off his appearance, but the moment he entered the abyss of Gulai Ruins, he felt countless pairs of eyes staring at him, no! It should be said that everyone was stared at.
These "eyes" seem to be peeping from the broken void and time of the ancient emperors and sages in the ancient ruins, which makes people feel numb.
Moreover, from the outside, the space on the seventh floor of the Gulai Ruins is not very large. As a result, after entering, the nearly two thousand Saint Ruins experts are just a drop in the ocean. It is as if they have entered a real ancient world and everything outside is invisible. Even the other six floors are no longer visible.
Only the first layer of stone walls and hundreds of stone pens like Optimus Pillars are getting closer and closer!
He carefully observed the stone walls and stone pens, and felt a sense of heaviness coming over him.
"Deng Deng..."
Nearly two thousand people descended on the huge stone steps on the first floor, and it didn't seem crowded at all.
Everyone looked at the stone wall and the stone pen. In the past, the emperors of the Middle Ages used to mention the "Flying Pen" here to write poems and songs. As long as everyone imitates the sages, they can gain good fortune, that's all!
"The winner is Xuan Emperor Xianchao Yun Shanhai!"
A proud man in royal robes stepped forward, bringing up pieces of dense clouds and mist. He put the middle and index fingers of his right hand together, and with a flick of his finger, one of the hundreds of sky-reaching stone pens flew up "with a bang" and flew up. Under the guidance of his two fingers, he stabbed straight into a stone wall.
"The stone pen weighs 38 million kilograms. It is the ultimate in pure power in the Holy Ruins Nine Nether Realm!"
An excited and excited voice came from beside Xin Zhuo.
Xin Zhuo looked around and saw that it was Li Chunyuan. This person was dressed in a bright yellow brocade robe. Although his appearance was still simple and unpretentious, his aura was vague and terrifying. His eyes were full of smiles: "Brother Xin, I never doubted that you would die. At most, I sighed with emotion. It's bad luck for you, I haven't seen you in more than seventy years, but you still have the same style!"
Xin Zhuo said: "I can't compare to you, a major disciple of the Central Region, who entered the Holy Ruins seventy years ago!"
Li Chunyuan laughed: "I left Luanji Mountain and had nowhere to go. I only had one acquaintance, Ye Miaojin, so I went to join her. Fortunately, I, a true warrior, was worth some money and was accepted as a disciple of Lingxiao Mountain, where I practiced hard for seventy years. , just barely entered the Holy Ruins!
Brother Xin, with your talent, if you want to find a backer, isn’t it a piece of cake? "
Xin Zhuo shook his head. Essentially, his talent was mediocre. Ancient sects and dynasty families couldn't see what he was capable of. Could it be that he showed off everywhere and sought teachers everywhere?
Li Chunyuan added: "This time in the Gulai Ruins, with Brother Xin's ability, I think you can compete with the most powerful genius of all time. You will definitely shine brightly, and all the mountains in the Central Region will compete to take you!"
"I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you!"
Xin Zhuo said: "I'm not sure!"
He was not sure that he would be able to defeat any of the geniuses of the era. These guys who had been pretending to be dead for tens of thousands of years had different body structures from his own. Who knew what kind of skills they had practiced?
Li Chunyuan was stunned, then smiled bitterly and said: "That's right, do your best, the people of the generation are indeed stronger. The generation-defying geniuses I have met over the years are all monsters, and I even have the illusion that I have met many of you!"
The two of them were chatting, and the person in front of them who called himself "Xuan Emperor Xian Chao Yun Shan Hai" had already carved a poem, which roughly meant the tyranny of having an eternal mind and dictating everything in the world.
Fifty-eight rays of unknown light suddenly appeared on the mountain wall, pouring into this person's body one after another. The aura of this person's Saint Ruins Realm was a little disordered, which meant that the human emperor's bottleneck was loosened, and then suddenly disappeared.
"We went to the second level, and the young prince of Xuan Emperor's Immortal Dynasty is really powerful!" Li Chunyuan said with emotion.
Xin Zhuo nodded.
At this time, in front of him, Na Helian Lanjiang, Miss Leng Jiu and other dozens of geniuses came forward at the same time, manipulating stone pens to carve poems. (End of chapter)
