Chapter 798 Taixu Emperor Drums, Thirteen Saints Go to the West
"Creak..."
"Fengxian Pavilion" grand master, "Desert Stone" Bai Kaiyuan personally opened the stone , this person in the Hunyuanxu Middle Realm has lived for three martial arts prosperity. It doesn't matter what his previous name was. Bai Kaiyuan is his new name. His stone-cutting skills are also outstanding, surpassing those in the Holy City.
At this moment, the iron gear made of the Feitian spar from the East Wilderness moved through a zigzag arc, polishing towards Xin Zhuo's embryonic stone.
The stone skin peeled off layer by layer, and countless eyes stared at it.
The first layer is traceless.
The second level, no rhyme.
……
The seventh floor, no light.
Up to the eleventh floor, a glazed brilliance suddenly appeared. It was a brilliance between cyan and purple. It was exceptionally clear and soft, and slowly spread to the surroundings, followed by a strange brilliance. The fishy smell goes straight into people's noses.
"Damn it, what is this..."
Someone just cursed, and his face suddenly changed.
"The quiet music enters the scriptures, the fragrance of eternity, the strange movement of the divine body, the ancient divine object!"
"The true source of the immortal level!"
Some warriors could not conceal their shock and surprise. Exhale.
As soon as he finished speaking, the last layer of stone skin of the embryonic stone fell off, revealing an irregular human-shaped true source, which was greenish-purple in color. There was a bunch of blood-colored vines in it, which looked like human bones and fairy grass. The dense light was twisting from time to time. A growing stench spread to all directions in the city.
However, not only did no one feel bored, but they also deliberately took it, and countless eyes revealed unabashed greed and evil.
No one knows what this is, but it can have a great impact on the body and blood of a warrior!
There are many types of ancient and immemorial objects in the Immortal Level True Source. Among them, the most useful and practical ones must be those that directly change the strength of the warrior.
Many people have concluded that it is certain that the things in this true source will break through the realm and increase their strength, and that means they cannot be exchanged for a thousand dollars.
"Whoosh——"
A figure suddenly flashed out from the attic and landed not far away. It was dressed in silver armor and gauze clothes. It had a graceful figure and an oval face that was very smart and handsome. It is full of the charm of a great warrior, and the momentum is vaguely like a mountain collapsing.
It is Qingxuan of Beiming Mansion.
Sweet potatoes...
She looked at Xin Zhuo, her bright eyes without any emotion, a bit condescending, and then looked at Ji Pixuan: "I want this, Prince Jing. Make whatever you want!”
It was clearly Xin Zhuo's thing, but he asked Ji Pixuan what he wanted, and obviously concluded that Xin Zhuo must die.
"I want it too, at any cost!"
"I am willing to pay whatever it takes!"
There were thick voices coming from the surrounding attics.
Ji Pixuan chuckled: "The one with the highest price will win! Wait until I decide the winner with him, I can't bully others."
Waved heavily: "Open!"
Bai Kaiyuan saluted respectfully, and the iron gear in his hand circled the air and hit Ji Pixuan's embryonic stone.
The stone skin peels off layer by layer.
The first floor, dull.
The second floor, dull.
...
The seventh floor, no light.
I opened it all the way to the fifteenth floor, and it was still a lifeless stone heart that had been thousands of years old, just like a piece of broken stone.
The surrounding atmosphere suddenly became a little weird.
That Bai Kaiyuan of Kaiyuan is already sweating on his forehead.
Ji Pixuan's expression also changed a bit, and he took a deep breath: "Keep driving!"
Sixteenth floor, stone.
Seventeenth floor, stone.
……
Twenty-one layers, stone.
The embryonic stone is only the size of a millstone.
At this moment, there was a "click", and the embryonic stone rotted into a pile of rubble. Not to mention it was better than Xin Zhuo, even the lowest broken source was not opened.
"It feels so familiar!" In the corner of the crowd, Liu Qi, the great elder of Tianyuan Sect who was rescued by Tianxuan Holy Medicine and was struggling, was curious today and was helped by his disciples to come to watch the gambling stone. Shi's eyes widened with surprise.
But all around, there was no sound at all.
The only sound left between heaven and earth is the patter of rain.
For a while, countless eyes looked at Ji Pixuan, full of confusion.
His Royal Highness, is this a source of gambling or just for fun? Where is the source?
"Where is Yuan? There is no reason..."
Ji Pixuan was also startled. The rosiness on his face receded little by little, and his face became lifeless in the blink of an eye. His body swayed a few times. His eyes were turning black.
This is the sign of an extremely high-level warrior’s heavenly energy and blood returning to his original state, and becoming possessed by evil spirits.
"Young Master!"
Ji Min and a group of old men looked shocked and stepped forward one after another, subconsciously changing their titles.
"No problem!"
Ji Pixuan's expression suddenly calmed down again, and he closed his eyes. Only his slightly trembling hands could tell the extreme panic in his heart.
This "panic" has nothing to do with Xin Zhuo, or even winning or losing in stone gambling, but...he can't lose!
First, in "Through the Looking Glass", a group of great people with extraordinary backgrounds were teased by an unknown little bastard who came from nowhere. They lost the adults. He killed them casually if he wanted to, and he was at least one step ahead of those people.
Secondly, the magical power in the family should not be used easily, but he used it on such a trivial matter as gambling, but he missed the point and lost. Based on the family's ancient rules, he could not do anything good this time. If you return to the family, your martial arts skills will be abolished. Even if you return to Daqian, your martial arts skills will be abolished by that sister.
After a while, he opened his eyes, which were already dark. He looked at Xin Zhuo silently, his voice was hoarse and unpleasant: "You win!"
Xin Zhuo ignored him and didn't even care. Looking at him, his thoughts at the moment were all focused on the sea-like ancient Qi after Ji Pixuan's true source was seized.
Yes, I just took the opportunity to worship Ji Pixuan's true source, and then grabbed it without hesitation and absorbed it into the "Moon-Watching Bag". The timing was just right. Although his approach was very old, it was the only way he could win.
It doesn’t matter what terrible thing is in that piece of true source. What matters is that this true energy is so majestic and terrifying. Even if it is the first of the five deities to enter, it is enough!
“I said, you win!”
Ji Bixuan’s voice was as cold as if it came from the Nine Nether Hell.
Xin Zhuo finally collected his Taikoo Qi and looked at him: "I know!"
I knew I won, I just knew it.
These words stung Ji Bixuan, and his expression suddenly looked a little crazy.
Xin Zhuo quietly took a step back. It was true that he won, but he could not take the initiative to take the 10,000 yuan bet on the true source. The gap in strength between him and Ji Pixuan was too big. Once he angered this person , I'm afraid...
He doesn't even know how to leave now.
Countless eyes around him were lost in thought. They didn’t expect that King Jing would lose. They didn’t know if King Jing would kill this person regardless of his identity, or if he would take his identity into account and directly embarrass him. Go to grandma's house.
"Boom——"
At this moment, a loud sound like a bell suddenly cut through the sky and resounded throughout the world.
The dull humming, as if coming from the eternal river of time, is like the power and rules of God, which makes people feel shocked and make their bodies feel weak.
At first everyone thought it was the big musical bell in the Holy City, but the next moment——
“咚——”
There was another trembling sound, which reached through the sky and the earth, and resounded all over the sky.
Not the Holy City! The whole world is ringing!
All the warriors in the Holy City couldn't help but sit down unconsciously, including everyone in the "Fengxian Pavilion" and Xin Zhuo.
"Boom——"
With the third sound, everyone felt their blood boiling, their brains roaring, and all their martial arts and magical powers seemed to have failed in an instant.
Xin Zhuo was shocked to find that Wang Yuejing, who was hovering in front of him just now, had quickly penetrated into his body.
The fourth drumbeat no longer sounded, but the lingering sound of the drums continued to echo.
“What happened?”
The first person to speak out was Daluo Zong Qiongyu. She jumped out of an attic and was knocked to the ground again, her face expressionless. White.
“Buzz——”
At this time, the western sky suddenly appeared a series of strange lines that were terrifying to despair, winding and twisting, reaching up to the sky and down to the Nine Nether Abyss.
Xin Zhuo was startled. These patterns felt a little familiar. Aren't they similar to the [Heavenly Saint Dao Patterns] obtained in the Daluo and Dayan Forbidden Lands that year?
However, the Dao patterns all over the sky are too weird and huge. Even the three life-saving magical powers that I have obtained are only a drop in the bucket, no, even lower.
Has heaven and earth been destroyed?
"The power of the emperor, the drum shook the heaven and earth for billions of miles, it was Emperor Taixu who sounded the drum! A supreme being is born among all races!" Ji Pixuan breathed heavily, "Something big has happened!"
Qingxuan frowned and said: "The Taixu drum of the Taixu Emperor, the ancestor of the Ye family on the second mountain?"
Ji Pixuan did not answer, and suddenly turned his head to look at the eastern sky.
Countless warriors all around also looked around, and saw only thirteen rays of rays of light, piercing the void, winding tens of thousands of miles away, like the brilliance of heaven and earth.
Suddenly, thirteen vague figures, wrapped in colorful rays of light, came in an instant from the distance of the extremely high sky.
The millions of warriors in the entire Holy City felt the overwhelming pressure coming upon them, like the might of heaven. They could not even raise their heads. They felt trembling and helpless from the depths of their souls. It was really terrifying. pole.
The pressure dissipated in an instant, and the thirteen phantoms crashed into the sky lines in the western sky like the beginning of the world.
"Boom..."
A roar that shook the sky and the earth came, and then everything disappeared.
No one among the warriors in the entire Holy City dared to move.
After half a stick of incense, a graceful figure jumped into the air from the direction of the West City, looking directly in all directions, with a sound like thunder. Everyone heard it clearly: "The Zhongyuan Tianque collapsed. The Thirteen Holy Lords have entered the restricted area of the wasteland, and you are besieging the city. Don't leave any fish slipping through the net!"
It turned out to be Zhe Feiyan, the saint of Taichong Holy Land.
Ji Bixuan, Qingxuan, Rushan Peacock, Dayan Chen Fang, Daluo Qiongyu and the young master of the Chu family, Chu Youyun, who looked surprised just now, suddenly seemed to have changed into a group of people, with solemn expressions and a hint of ruthlessness. Hot, in the blink of an eye, it has flashed across the Holy City like a meteor.
There were also hundreds of warriors around, hurried away and headed straight to all directions of the Holy City.
"Rususu..."
The drizzle is still falling.
Xinzhuo was stunned for a while, not understanding, what? With his situation and mentality, he really couldn't understand these strange changes, so he rushed towards his piece of true source, picked it up and ran straight to the gate of Shifang.
……
When we returned to the shabby house, the light rain turned into heavy rain.
Li Guangling sat cross-legged in front of the door with a pale face, looking depressed.
Xian Gou was still drinking leisurely in the room.
"What's wrong?" Xin Zhuo asked.
Li Guangling glanced at the true source in his arms, and had no intention of asking him whether he lost or won or what happened, and said: "The damn thing is going to be destroyed, and you still ask what happened? The Holy Miracle just now If you don't see it, none of these billion warriors will survive!"
"What do you care about? If the sky falls, there will be a tall man holding it up," Xin Zhuo said indifferently.
Li Guangling: "..."
"Pull the ball!"
Gou Xianzi looked over and said, "It's time to eat and drink. It can't be destroyed. No one knows what's going on better than me. I have a story. Do you want to listen?"
Li Guangling: "It's a matter of arbitrariness for eternity. , I won’t listen!”
Xin Zhuo: “Will it affect my practice?”
Xian Gou: “…”
(End of this chapter)