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 all the 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 all headed towards the illusive and hazy Gulai Ruins ahead.
From the densely packed palaces in the distance, a large number of prodigies with wide robes and large sleeves flew out, from generations of families and masters of the holy ruins from all regions and mountains. Accompanied by their elders, they headed straight to the ancient ruins. .
It begins!
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.
Many shadows of people roared past in the sky from time to time.
Half an hour later, he finally arrived at the place, and he felt a heavy and majestic pressure coming down on him. The "Gulai Ruins" was actually in a huge abyss crack. It was said to be a "ruins". In fact, not only does it not look like any ruins, but 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 is 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. It is both beautiful and hidden. Killing intent.
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.
The third floor is filled with hundreds of unclearly mutilated corpses.
The fourth level is an array of three hundred and sixty-five stars.
The fifth floor is filled with hundreds of messy and ferocious statues of dragons, phoenixes, unicorns and other mythical beasts.
The sixth floor is filled with weird 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.
Looking around, it seems as if you can travel through time and see tens of thousands of years ago, hundreds of the strongest human emperors in the world at that time competing here.
At this moment, tens of thousands of people are surrounding the "Kulai 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, there are countless powerful human emperors and earth emperors sitting 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 nearly three hundred geniuses. 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 of them, they are invisibly inferior. Even though he is half a head shorter, he is 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 generational geniuses,
To be honest, without fighting, I can't understand the strength of these geniuses.
As he turned his eyes, he saw many familiar people——
Shangguan Qingming, the palace guard girl, Monk Lingzhe, Ye Miaojin, Li Chunyuan and Zhao Tonger, Jiang Wuwei, Ying Siren, Ji Pizong Waiting for a few people who 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 it seems that they have also entered the major forces in the Central Region to practice.
Yes, frankly speaking, they are the geniuses among geniuses. They can draw inferences from one instance 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 enter the country quickly, and I I have been stuck in my ways for seventy years, and I am still trapped by a ghostly spirit crystal...
"Buzz——"
At this moment, there was a sudden vibration 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. Those who climb to the top are heroes of heaven and earth. Enter!" On the top of the mountain in the distance, an old man with white beard and hair shouted softly.
“Whoops…”
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 crossing the river.
Xin Zhuo followed a group of San 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, as if they have entered a real ancient world. Everything outside is invisible, not even the other six floors.
Only the first layer of stone walls and hundreds of stone pens like Optimus Pillars are getting closer and closer!
He observed the stone walls and stone pens carefully, and felt a sense of heaviness coming over him.
“Dang Deng...”
Nearly two thousand people landed 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. 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 will gain good fortune, that's all!
"The one who wins the first prize is Xuan Emperor Xian Chao Yun Shan Hai!"
A royal robe, a genius from generation to generation, stepped forward, picked up pieces of mist in the sea of clouds, put the middle and index fingers of his right hand together, and pointed lightly, One of the hundreds of sky-reaching stone pens flew up with a bang, and under the guidance of his two fingers, it pierced a stone wall.
"The stone pen weighs 38 million kilograms, the ultimate in pure strength of the Holy Ruins Nine Nether Realms!"
An excited and excited voice came from beside Xin Zhuo.
Xin Zhuo looked and saw that it was Li Chunyuan. This man was dressed in a bright yellow brocade robe. Although his appearance was still simple and unpretentious, his aura was obscure and terrifying. His eyes were full of smiles: "Brother Xin, I have never doubted it. You will die, and at most you will lament your bad luck. 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 Territory, who entered the Holy Ruins seventy years ago!"
Li Chunyuan laughed: "I left Luanji Mountain and had nowhere to go. I only have one acquaintance, Ye Miaojin. Go and join her. Fortunately, I am still worth some money as a true warrior. I was accepted as a disciple of Lingxiao Mountain. After seventy years of hard training, I just barely entered the Holy Ruins!
Brother Xin, with your talent, if you want to! Isn’t it a piece of cake to find a backer?”
Xin Zhuo shook his head. In essence, his talent is mediocre. The ancient sect and the long-established family cannot see what he is capable of. How can he show off everywhere? Looking for teachers everywhere?
Li Chunyuan said again: "This time in the Gulai Ruins, with Brother Xin's ability, I am sure he can compete with the Prodigy of the Age. 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!"
Facing any of the geniuses of the era, he is not sure that he will be able to defeat them. There are tens of thousands of people who have faked their deaths. The body structure of this young guy is different from mine. Who knows what kind of skills he has 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 geniuses I have met over the years are all monsters, and I even have the illusion that I have met many of you. !”
While the two were chatting, the man in front of him who called himself “Xuan Emperor Xian Chao Yun Shan Hai” had already carved a poem, which roughly meant being domineering with an eternal mind and dominating 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.
“I went to the second floor, 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 them, Na Helian Lanjiang, Miss Leng Jiu and dozens of other generational geniuses came forward at the same time, manipulating stone pens to carve poems. (End of this chapter)