Xin Zhuo was walking on Tongji Peak, the ruins of the Qiankun Immortal Dynasty. There were huge boulders the size of palaces, covered with cuts and traces of time, irregularly embedded in the cliffs and cracks. There were also many decayed ancient palace wood 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 of the central region swept down from their own 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 and arrogant look of warriors. Inheriting strong confidence and arrogance that ignores everything.
The majority of them are young men and women. The men are 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 the holy ruins are as numerous as dogs and everyone has a strong background? If you are not careful, you will only be suppressed to death.
Continue to move forward and cross a single-plank bridge spanning a very wide gap in the abyss. In front of you are no less than a thousand new palaces with strange shapes. Each palace has its own unique characteristics, such as Lingxiao Mountain, which is tall and straight. , majestic and majestic, like a fairy palace; Daxumi 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 deter anyone who dares to offend.
"Da Xumi Temple."
Xin Zhuo stopped for a moment in front of the ancient Buddhist temple of Da Xumi Temple. He thought of Venerable Lingzhe. I wonder if he has come. In the past seventy years, Have you ever entered the People's Republic of China?
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 kid Xin Zhuo comes this time, he will definitely let you go." He knows what the heritage of a dynasty is, and his sister must not be destroyed in his hands!"
It was Tantai Lianyu's voice.
Xin Zhuo immediately retreated to a corner and looked coldly. He saw more than ten masters from the Tantai family. The head of the family, Tantai Pi, the emperor Tantai Hujian and several masters from the past came with them. Tantai Lianyu, Tantai 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 the Xuan Emperor 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 big 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 are 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 over the world?
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 discovered that the nature of this world is not like the novels he read in his previous life. It is all about fighting alone, all kinds of markets, casual cultivators, wandering, intrigues and so on. The casual cultivators here Not being able to get on the stage, sects, inheritance, and noble families were the mainstream, but the scene in front of him made him feel relaxed for no reason.
Take a walk and take a look. I don’t look down on spiritual treasures, weapons, and elixirs. They are all fake. However, there is a wine-making stall that no one cares about. Be creative, it must be a good idea to drink strong wine on this snowy day.
He strode over and said to the gray-haired stall owner: "How to sell wine?"
The old man raised his head and glanced at him: "We don't sell wine, we only look for drinking friends!" Knowing the end of the world with a bottle of wine can recall people and stories from thousands of miles away. It’s definitely not a loss in exchange for a jar of wine!”
Xin Zhuo sat down on the pony on the side: “My own story, or someone else’s story?”
The old man said: “Of course it is. My own story!”
“My own story?” ;I thought it was a struggle between the imperial court and the empire, but it turned out to be martial arts. Eternal life at the end
I thought that after all the hard work, I would eventually find my destination, but unfortunately my destination is far away.
Actually, it’s quite boring. I don’t know where to start the 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 burning when it entered his throat. He couldn't help but say: "Good wine!"
< br>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 ancient Lai Ruins can only be used by three hundred masters of the Holy Ruins 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 Dynasty!"
"...How many masters of the Holy Ruins came this time?"
"You may not believe it. There are more than 1,800 people, not including hundreds of casual cultivators. I think that before the age was opened, the masters of the Holy King had already It is the existence of the ancestor who suppresses all directions. Who would have thought that so many holy ruins would emerge from every corner? It’s like a dream.”
“This world is vast, the land is vast, and there are so many masters in all fields, plus countless years. After accumulating, I will believe him even if he says there are 100,000 masters of the Three Realms!
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 ball! There are 290 Geniuses for the ages, among which 190 Geniuses for the ages are accounted for by the Xuan Emperor Immortal Dynasty, the Seven Supreme Palaces, Taiyi Ancient Sect, Lingxiao Mountain, Three Emperors Island and some ancient medieval sects. There is no doubt that people are ridiculously powerful.
The remaining one hundred Geniuses are slightly weaker, but they are also the children of the top Sandaoshan Gendai family in each major domain. Who can ordinary people compare with them?
The last ten seats are a bit interesting. "
"Fifteen or six hundred people fighting for the throne of ten people? Wouldn't that be a bloody fight? And why bother? Doesn't anyone give up? ”
"Wu Wu No. 1, who would say that he is definitely not among those ten people?"
"That's reasonable!"
Not far away are two casual cultivators who look like wandering warriors. , talk about it without hesitation.
“My dear friend, you see, this world is about one’s origin and inheritance. This ancient ruins will eventually interpret a joke and sorrow!”
The old man selling wine met Xin Zhuo. Get off the jar.
Xin Zhuo smiled and said: "How to say?"
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. Ordinary warriors and casual cultivators It's difficult to stand up, but it's better to be reborn in the next life. My teacher once said that all roads lead to the avenue of martial arts, but most people will never reach the avenue in their lifetime, and some people are born on the avenue
For example, those geniuses who have lasted for generations, and those boys and girls who have passed down generations of families."
He paused and patted him on the shoulder: "A kid like you is like a duckweed in the world, unless he is a god. Choose your son, otherwise it 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. Isn’t it boring? ”
The old man looked at him and said, "Aren't you afraid of death? People will die in this Gulai Ruins." What’s even more terrifying is that... you can’t live up to your wishes?”
The old man said seriously: "What is your wish?"
Xin Zhuo said: "It is immortality!"
The old man twitched the corner of his mouth, stood up suddenly, and said: "It's an interesting and special one. Man, 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 came to see the fun, you don't need to say more Gift!”
The old man disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.
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 this chapter)