Chapter 898 Tens of Thousands of People Fishing
At the end of March, Qiongxiao City, a thousand miles away, suddenly started snowing again, with catkins flying and falling.
Many strangers suddenly came to the capital. They were all powerful warriors of different shapes and strange attires. However, the Qiongxiao Imperial Capital, which had a population of 60 million, soon disappeared.
"The weapons in the world are divided into Wuji Yuanbing, Wujiyuan Weapon, Wuji Saint Weapon, Jidao Imperial Weapon, Emperor Weapon, primitive magic weapon, legendary magic weapon, etc. You have never seen them before, It may be that you have experienced low-level warriors in the past few years, fighting for life and death, and no one can carry you with you. I'm afraid it will be different this time.
This is Leng Yue, the simplest martial arts saint weapon. , made of 20,000-year-old Hantan crystal iron from Tianji Yishan Mountain, which was crafted by a first-class craftsman for sixteen years. I give it to you as my personal weapon.
This is the Xingyue Qilin Armor, forged from ancient Qilin skin, with a Xingyue magic circle inside to protect the body, which can withstand a saint's attack.
These are sixteen ten thousand year miasma pills. If you crush one, the ten thousand year miasma will spread for eighty miles around. You can use it to avoid pursuit.
Here are three hundred top-quality Wu Yun stones. ”
In the main hall of Jiulong Palace, Xin Zhuo put on the exquisite Northern Xinjiang imperial tribute cloak, his hair was tied into a neat bun, and he wore Longyun boots that could not be broken by the five elements of true energy. He looked tall and handsome. A lot.
The bright and charming Ji Yaoyue opposite her looked like a little wife sending her husband away. She was arranging his collar while giving instructions to the female officer behind her to offer him several protective treasures. < br>
Thirteen days passed in the blink of an eye. Xin Zhuo's fusion of origins was "life and death", and finally everything was done. Now one person has four "Yuanji" origins, which Ji Yaoyue cannot understand.
The capital city has been extremely peaceful these days. Even if the spiritual master Sun Kongkong escaped, no one would care about him.
Because the Ancient Holy King Ancient Well in the Holy King Valley is opened today!
At this moment, Xin Zhuo held Ji Yaoyue's small hands, breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a smile: "I know."
Ji Yaoyue blushed and rolled her eyes at him. He said seriously: "At that time, those secret ancient, medieval, and ancient lifeforms were restricted areas. The disciples never came, so it’s hard to tell this time, but don’t worry too much. The direct descendants in those places are sparse, in order to resist future disasters, and they won’t be here in vain. The people who come are just ordinary. What you need to pay most attention to are the disciples of the Holy Land Dongtian.”
After thinking for a while, he added: "I have sent a quasi-sage to protect you. You don't need to worry about who he is. He will follow you. Is there anything else? Let me think about it..."
"No need. Think about it!”
Xin Zhuo pinched her cheek and turned to leave.
Xiao Huang grew up a bit and followed him with a weird posture.
Ji Yaoyue, surrounded by all the female officials, looked at his back silently, and suddenly rushed over again, hugging him from behind: "Don't let anything happen. Even if I have all the means, I can't help you." Nothing can be done!”
"I got it."
Xin Zhuo nodded solemnly again, and it wasn't until Ji Yaoyue let go that he stepped into the snow outside and gradually moved away.
Ji Yaoyue was still watching for a long time. Feng Shuning stepped forward and whispered softly: "What are you worried about, Your Majesty?"
Ji Yaoyue sighed softly: "I am worried. He is trying to be strong, and he will be lonely and helpless all his life. If he does not become a saint, his wish is not fulfilled, but something unexpected happens, this life...sigh..."
"Then why don't you stop him?"
"You don't understand. No one can stop what he decides. No matter whether it is right or wrong, he will do it. He will only consider the gain or loss afterward."
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" Damn it, you are so tired.”
Xin Zhuo and Xiao Huang walked straight to the street outside Gongcheng along the Linfeng Gate. The snowflakes were still there, and the snow on the ground could not be swept away. They stepped on it and made a sound. A creaking sound.
The speaker is Xiao Huang, but its voice is particularly weird, not like Xiao Huang's spoken words. If you look carefully, it is not difficult to see that its hair is very strong, as if it has been put on, although it is very vivid. , but it looks awkward no matter how you look at it.
Of course, no one except Xin Zhuo cares how weird a dog is.
Xin Zhuo glanced at him and said: "There are always people worth remembering in this world. Ji Yaoyue and I met when we were young, misunderstood and met Da Zhou, met and met Da Qian, even an iron man would feel the same. There is concern, you don’t understand, you are just a monkey.”
“ How many times have I said that I am a human being, a member of the spiritual tribe, not a monkey, and I don’t know the Monkey King, the Monkey King, I don’t even know what kind of ghost he is.”
Of course he is under the skin of a dog. It is Sun Kongkong, a master of the Spirit Clan, and the two have reached an agreement these days.
"Okay Wukong." Xin Zhuo nodded. Sun Kongkong sighed: "Wukong, let's just say Wukong. Anyway, there is only one word missing. I really belong to you. I thought about it but I didn't expect that you would disguise me as a dog. In fact, I am not as good as a monkey."
Xin Zhuo said: "Look, you are a monkey."
Sun Kongkong refused to speak any more.
The three to four hundred miles of Jingcheng Road spans seven lanes and thirty-three streets. Xin Zhuo, who has never really visited the Qiongxiao Imperial Capital, was eye-opening along the way. He saw all kinds of workshops and shops. , an unheard-of roadside craftsman, can be called a folk masterpiece in this world of martial arts.
Sun Kongkong didn't really look at it either. He was just wandering around a few days ago, and he was fascinated by it.
Then, the two miscalculated the time and arrived at the "Holy King Valley", which was in a remote environment and surrounded by several green mountains and green peaks. It was already afternoon, and a flood of warriors had entered it an hour ago, and the sky was filled with brilliance and figures. They also shot in quickly.
Tens of thousands of Imperial Guards are guarding the surrounding areas.
The two stood alone for a moment, looked at each other, and each cursed secretly. It was not the reason for being late, but mainly because he entered too late and was too conspicuous, not to mention that one of them was hostile to most people. , one is an Eldar?
Xin Zhuo said: "They need to go through three levels if they want to enter, right?"
Sun Kongkong said: "That's right! The first level is to get the approved spirit-possessed object. Only by getting The spirit can pass through the forbidden land of bronze. The second level is to pass the restriction. If the physical body cannot do it, there will be no life or death. One line.
When you get down there, life and death are determined, and wealth and honor are in the sky. "
After a pause, he added: "It doesn't matter if it's a little later. I can take you directly to the best location in the first level. I'll tell you the rest! ”
“OK! "
The two of them crossed the imperial guards and reached a mountain peak in an instant. Sun Kongkong led the way into a hidden jungle, then retreated into a dog's skin, swung out a stick, opened a cave with one stick, turned around and said with a smile: “This is where I came from, let’s go! "
The two of them walked down the cave for a thousand feet before reaching the end. At the end was a pool of water.
Sun Kongkong pointed to the water pool and said: "Go down from here, you go up. You can't continue to enter below. You have to follow the forbidden rules opened by the human saints step by step. I am different. I have been down there for many years, and I breathe the human saints. The king’s flesh and blood turned into breath, and he was naturally friendly.”
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The valley of saints is deep. It is a place where seven or eight peaks are clustered together. If viewed from a high altitude, it looks like the rim of a huge deep well, spiraling straight downwards. At the bottom is a pitch black as ink exuding waves of quiet evil aura, deathly aura, and cruelty. In the "Old Well" of Qi, countless mixed breaths gathered together and shot straight into the sky, disrupting the clouds and forming a circle of rolling black clouds.
Anyone who sees it will know that this is ominous.
But at this moment, there are 30,000 to 40,000 people gathered on the mountain walls around "Jingyan". Men, women, old and young, blind and lame, all wearing tight military clothes and solemn expressions, they are all powerful. Generations, they came from all directions in Daqian just for the remains of the Ancient Saint King in the Qiongxiao Imperial Capital.
This is the world of martial arts, where martial arts is respected, power governs the world, and possessing the extremely high martial arts skills of flying to the sky and escaping from the earth means possessing everything, including wealth, status, power, and beauty.
Practice hard and climb to the end of the martial arts path, which is the ultimate pursuit of all warriors.
It is never a wise choice to work behind closed doors. Apart from sect inheritance, only the secret realms, forbidden areas, relics and monuments of our ancestors can get great opportunities. Therefore, even if life and death are unpredictable, there will be people who will step in and succeed, flies. Eyes on the carrion.
After all, mediocrity is more uncomfortable than death.
At this time, these tens of thousands of people were sitting among the rocks, each holding a fishing rod, fishing in the "well mouth" at the bottom.
The scene was originally funny, but because everyone was serious, the scene became serious.
Close to the bottom of the "well surface" which is more than ten miles wide, Deng Taixuan and Commander Ma Boju sat cross-legged together, holding the fishing rod in their hands.
Then Ma Boju frowned and said: "Why hasn't this boy Xin Zhuo come yet? Could it be that he is already fully sure of this sacred king's forbidden land, so it doesn't matter?"
Deng Taixuan was also surprised, Xin Zhuo Zhuo doesn't seem to be a caretaker, so People who are making mysteries, and it took several saints 45 years to destroy the formation and passage below. Even the saints are not completely sure. How can he be sure? He shook his head and said: "We are not the only ones waiting for him."< br>
Ma Boju looked into the distance.
(End of this chapter)