The huge tower reaches to the sky.
The black-yellow tower body is covered with various textures, and the scenery of mountains and rivers can be faintly seen, and the shadows of the sun, moon and stars contain indescribable Taoist essences.
Looking at it from a distance, an indescribable touch arose in my heart, like seeing the great road.
The aura of this step may not be as good as the supreme treasure they have seen before, but its Taoist aggregate is vigorous and full of vitality, which means that its owner is still there.
This is incomparable to any supreme treasure.
The most precious treasure is like the Tao. After death, the Tao survives, but there is no chance to move forward. This tower may not be as good as the supreme treasure at this time, but if its owner is still there, there are infinite possibilities.
"Xuanhuang Qi? Isn't this the mother Qi of all things that only the Supreme can condense?"
Chu Yunyang's pupils shrank and his heart was pounding.
The heaven and earth are black and yellow, and the universe is ancient. The black and yellow Qi is also called the mother Qi of all things. It is said that it contains the origin of heaven and earth. Only the Supreme can absorb the condensed Qi.
It is also the main material for refining the supreme treasure.
Except for the Supreme, even the top kings must hold the Supreme Treasure in their hands to be able to absorb a small amount of it from the heaven and earth to condense this kind of aura.
But at this time, I saw a tower that reached the sky with condensed black and yellow mother energy!
Even though the few people present were well-informed, their expressions could not help but change slightly. Even though King Yuanyang had set foot in the top kingship realm a thousand years ago, and he had the Da Shi Golden Bell to drive him.
It is impossible to absorb so much Xuanhuang Mother Qi in a thousand years, not to mention a thousand years, ten thousand years, or a hundred thousand years!
It's not a matter of time...
"Not at all."
Qu Yun's eyes moved: "There are other divine golds among them, but there are too many..."
Over the course of a thousand years, this King Yuanyang 'borrowed' spiritual materials from many sects' holy places in Dongzhou, but this Xuanhuang Tower contained a lot of divine gold.
I'm afraid it has exceeded the entire Dongzhou.
Unless he has the ability to create divine gold or reversely refine other spiritual treasures into divine gold, how could he collect so much divine gold?
Everyone was shocked in their hearts, but Feng Xinglie seemed unaware. He walked in front of everyone, took one step forward, and arrived in front of the Babel Tower.
Everyone looked around.
Just now I saw that there was a person sitting quietly in front of this step. He was always there, but everyone was shocked by the Xuanhuang Tongtian Tower.
At this moment, he was slightly calmer, and he saw the old man lingering in the glow.
His beard and hair were all white, his figure was stooped and thin, his face with his eyes closed in concentration was full of ravines, and he looked very old.
But when everyone looked at it, they all felt a sense of genius.
Someone here recognized this person.
"Yingsan..."
Someone whispered, but it was Zhao Zhen who had spied on Yingsan climbing the mountain to pay homage to King Yuanyang a thousand years ago.
His heart was solemn, even a little unbelievable.
Is Ying San, who was on his deathbed a thousand years ago, still alive? Even if he had taken the fruit of the Immortality Root, this would still be a bit bizarre.
Life is bound to end, and looking at him, he doesn't look like he is living the second life in the legend. How can he extend his life for a thousand years at the end of his life?
"Master Ying, are you still alive?"
Seeing the old man, Feng Xinglie's expression moved slightly and he spoke, but he seemed to recognize Ying San.
Yingsan sat cross-legged like a mountain, slowly opened his eyes, and his slightly cloudy eyes fell on Feng Xinglie: "Young friend Feng has made such great progress that I am ashamed of myself."
A thousand years ago, or even three thousand years ago, Ying San was close to the threshold of heaven. Naturally, his eyesight was rare in the world.
Feng Xinglie's state at this moment can be seen at a glance.
There is admiration and sadness in my heart.
"You were just born at the wrong time. If you had been born three thousand years later, you might have achieved more than me."
Feng Xinglie sighed slightly.
There is no doubt that Ying San is a legendary figure of his generation. Three thousand years ago, he was close to the threshold of being crowned king. If not for some changes in the world, he would have been crowned king long ago.
"Time is also destiny, there is nothing to say."
Ying San shook his head slightly, glanced at the crowd of people who were walking slowly in front of him, and said: "I also know your intentions here. Although I am practicing here, I will not stop you. The Tower of Babel is behind me, so you can be sure of it." "
"Third Master Ying."
Zhao Zhen was moved in his heart and asked, "Is King Yuanyang at the top of the tower?"
"Maybe there, maybe not."
Ying San's eyes were deep, with a hint of awe in them: "King Yuanyang has practiced the Great Dream for eternity and has been sleeping for thousands of years. Although I have been here for many years, I don't know where he is."
"A dream of eternity, a thousand years of sleep?"
Everyone's hearts were moved: "What kind of magical power is this?"
Practitioners don't need to sleep, and they don't think that beings like King Yuanyang really need to sleep. They are just practicing great supernatural powers in their dreams.
But what kind of magical power is this eternal dream?
Could it be possible to dream back to the Middle Ages and ancient times?
“Maybe we’ll have the answer after entering the tower.”
Ying San said, slowly closing his eyes and ignoring everyone's questions.
"This space..."
When everyone asked Ying San, another young man stepped into this place. After a slight feeling, he frowned: "There seems to be something wrong..."
"The Holy Son of Ming Yue, Qi Suming, is here too?"
Chu Yunyang looked back at the visitor and couldn't help but frown slightly.
'Qi Suming' is a man of great talent and not very old. It is said that Qi Oracle, the great elder of Mingyue Holy Land, gave birth to Lin'er at the most appropriate time after comprehending the secrets of heaven for many years.
Of course, 'Qi Suming' is just one of them. The great elder of Qi planted thousands of people at one time and gave birth to nearly ten thousand children at one time.
'Qi Suming' is the most talented among them. It is said that he has inherited the mantle of Mingyue Holy Land and can communicate with the most precious treasure 'Mingyue', and he is already the Holy Lord of Mingyue.
"Brother Qi, what did you find? But there is something wrong here?"
Someone recognized 'Qi Suming', noticed something strange, and asked.
Qi Suming shook his head slightly: "Maybe I saw it wrong. I always feel that something is staring at me in this void..."
"Um?"
As soon as these words came out, everyone was shocked, and then powerful wills surged up and swept through the void everywhere, but found nothing.
But no one thought that Qi Suming was lying. They were all cautious. Someone asked Ying San, but received no response.
"Thirty-six of Xuanhuang Tongtian, can you be seen only after crossing..."
Feng Xinglie muttered to himself, not even caring whether there was danger in the tower. While many people were shaking in their hearts and thinking, one person stepped into the wide open door of the tower.
Buzz~
Taking one step makes a difference.
It seemed like a copper bell was ringing directly in my heart, and the buzzing sound filled my heart. In a trance, the wind seemed to feel the flowing breath of time.
Mysterious and mysterious.
For thousands of years, he had been accustomed to tearing apart the void, but this feeling was completely different.
This was not a change in the void. He felt the strong breath of time, as if he had traveled through time and space.
"Huh~"
Feng Xinglie pinched his hand casually, pulled out a breath from the void, and murmured: "This is the breath of recent times..."
One thousand years of vicissitudes of life, let alone thirty million years?
From mythology to ancient times, from antiquity to modern times, over the long years, the world has had its unique imprint and atmosphere.
A strong person can tell where everything comes from and what era it comes from.
Buzz~
The hazy and distorted fog dissipated before my eyes.
Feng Xinglie's eyes gradually reflected everything in the outside world. At a glance, his pupils couldn't help but shrink.
"This, this is Guanghai?!"
A voice full of shock and disbelief rang out, followed by a drastic change in Chu Yunyang's expression, and he felt horrified.
The scene in front of him made Chu Yunyang's heart tremble, as if he was in a dream.
I saw a bright moon in the sky in the night, with the vast sea of 180,000 miles below the misty waves, and the lights were brightly lit, and the divine light shone.
Although it is night, it is more lively than during the day.
You can vaguely see boats coming and going, and there are monks sitting opposite each other, drinking and chatting, or talking about Taoism.
This scene is familiar yet strange.
Everyone who came in was also stunned, thinking that after the tower gate was the domain gate, he and others traveled through the void and came to Zhongzhou.
But when I looked again, I found some clues.
The scenery remains the same, but the clothes of the people inside are different, with a strong modern style and even medieval relics.
The breath between heaven and earth is also different.
This is clearly from recent times!
"This this......"
Everyone looked at each other, all shocked beyond words.
They all have achieved the title of prince, and with a master like Feng Xinglie who is infinitely close to the realm of prince, no illusion can confuse them.
Many of them used barrier-breaking magical powers, but everything remained the same, as if it was true.
At this moment, everyone was silent and fell into a deathly silence.
Including gazing at the windy imperial court above the vast sea, shrouded in clouds, mist and glow.
"Sovereign Guanglong has returned to the Nine Realms, taken two more steps, surpassed the sages, and established a realm of practice. It is a great honor for us to be able to participate in such a grand event!"
"It has been millions of years since the Middle Ages until Supreme Guanglong became enlightened. I really don't know how amazing and beautiful the Supreme is..."
"The Supreme Being has been around for thousands of years. How great would it be if we had the chance to meet him?"
...
Feng Xinglie tilted his ears slightly and heard the conversation coming from the vast sea.
"Really ancient times?"
Feng Xinglie muttered to himself, and then took a step forward under Chu Yunyang's changed eyes.
boom!
The rocks shook the sky, waves of air surged into the sky, and all the water in the 180,000-mile-wide sea stood up, like thousands of water dragons flying into the sky, roaring furiously.
In an instant, everything was turned upside down.
The tide surged in the vast sea, and countless ships and palaces were submerged by the waves. Countless people roared into the sky in embarrassment.
There were even those who were soaring into the sky, using shocking magical powers to slash at Feng Xinglie who was stepping into the sky.
"One breath for thousands of miles, one sword for Dingyuan? Is that my ancestor?!"
Looking at the figure whose aura was 70% similar to his own, Zhao Zhen was shocked, but before he could change his mind.
He heard the sound of a knife tearing through the sky and exploding.
The purple thunder knife cut through the sky like lightning, scattering endless purple light, and the sword energy like the Milky Way instantly drowned the incoming figures.
"Feng Xinglie!"
Even though he knew that this was most likely not true, Zhao Zhen was still furious. How could he watch someone kill his ancestor in front of him?
He roared loudly and was about to rise into the sky, but only heard an extremely majestic sound from the sky exploding into the sky.
A big hand like jade appeared from the sky, filled with thousands of miles of clouds and flowing wind.
Just give me some advice!
