Chapter 9: The Heaven-Swallowing Devil Jar Suppresses the Emperor, and the Gods Think
In the world of Immortal Mansion, the ancient trees are towering, the mountains and rivers are primitive and ancient, and they are full of the atmosphere of wilderness.
Various ancient and powerful bloodlines of alien beasts thrive here.
He Lang's whole body was filled with holy power, the mighty purple energy covered the sky and blocked out the sun, and everything he passed was crouching.
"Holy Realm..." An ancient strange beast whispered in shock. Looking at the mighty purple energy, it was even more speechless. Just the manifestation of the vision showed how extraordinary this saint was.
There was a supreme beast king who was close to the King of Zhan Dao. He refused to accept it and wanted to resist the pressure. However, when he got close to the purple energy, it turned into a ball of blood mist.
The death of a top beast king without any trouble made all the powerful beast kings feel chilled. Only then did they remember that the holy power of the ancient saint recorded in the ancient books was not a lie.
He Lang didn't care about the demise of the Beast King. In fact, he didn't even notice this scene.
He walked in this ancient world, observing the remaining secret techniques and mystical skills.
Or pick some rare elixirs.
After staying for a while, he went deep into the world of Immortal Mansion.
In front of him, there were mountains and rivers, vast and vast. Ruixia was blooming between the ancient peaks. Zhilan grew in the mountains. Dragon grass took root in the cracks of the rocks. The body-protecting purple energy complements each other.
Behind this fairyland, there is a dangerous place.
"The Immortal Burial Place has finally arrived."
Seeing this terrain, He Lang knew that the ancient scriptures of the Taihuang and the divine skin of the Immortal Emperor were right in front of him.
He Lang stepped in, and under his suppression, the Jedi, who claimed to exterminate all life, did not even stir up a wave.
Huh?
Just as he stepped into the immortal burial ground, He Lang felt an evil thought staring at him, causing him to react.
Scanning his mind, he saw a black figure staring at his figure.
"I haven't found you yet, but you came to the door yourself." He Lang laughed immediately when he saw the dark figure.
With the feathered fairy light, his right hand stretched out and grabbed the black shadow.
"Gu...ga..."
This black shadow spoke a mysterious language, as if it was colluding with He Lang.
Probably it means that he came to seek refuge and hoped that the saint would stop.
"Huh, I don't hide my evil thoughts. You think I'm a fool." He Lang said with a sneer.
The right hand did not stop, as the power of the Feathered Flying Immortal emerged, it broke directly into the black shadow's black demonic energy, and grabbed it in his hand.
When He Lang took back his right hand, the black shadow had been suppressed by him.
This is a man of medium build, wearing coir raincoat and straw sandals, with the aura of a Tao-killing King.
In this era, Beidou is considered a top figure.
“The immortal memories left behind by the death of the ancient emperor.”
Although his cultivation level was low, He Lang did not take it lightly. This thing was a divine thought, and it would not come out after the death of anyone other than the powerful Emperor.
It is even possible to restore the state of being alive and temporarily regain the Tao Fruit.
The key is that He Lang sensed a strange aura on his body, which was similar to the natural Taoist scripture he obtained. He Lang was shocked. Could it be that the Taoist Scripture of Nature was written by the Emperor in his later years? He thought about it and it was really possible. After all, there was a legend about the ancient emperor sitting in the body here.
And whether they are long-lived or short-lived, once they grow old, they will pay attention to self-cultivation. Even the Emperor Wushi showed great kindness in his later years and took in a little black bird. Dog!
Although this also led to his invincible life, he was not guaranteed at the end of his life.
When He Lang thought of this, he didn't know that in a purple mountain range in the northern region, a bald-tailed black dog lying in the sacred pond suddenly sneezed a few times, with a surprised look on its face. Looking around.
"Woof woof woof...who is talking about this emperor."
On the other side of the pond, a magical plant shaped like a divine phoenix flew past, causing the black dog to jump. Get up and run over.
He Lang looked at the divine thought, and there were lines in his eyes. Two rays of fairy light shot out from his eyes, and penetrated directly into its body, trying to pry into its origin.
"Roar..." Divine Mind showed a sign of struggle and roared. Unfortunately, all of his origins were blocked, so he could only roar.
However, He Lang did not penetrate deeply into the origin of divine thoughts.
In the depths of the origin of the divine thoughts, the laws are extremely complicated and contain a trace of the aura of the ancient emperor, which blocked He Lang's exploration and allowed him to temporarily rest his mind.
Using the sky-swallowing magic jar on his wrist, he put the thoughts of the gods into it and suppressed it. He was going to study it carefully when he had time.
Then he activated the Sky-Swallowing Magic Jar to shoot out a black light, which penetrated directly into the area behind the Immortal Burial Ground.
The Sky-Swallowing Magic Jar was already under his control. He was able to fully revive the power of this ultimate holy weapon without even refining it, and activated it without consuming any divine power at all, as if the god among the soldiers had revived. , but no matter how He Lang communicated, he didn't respond.
But He Lang is not afraid anymore. He has already made a guess about the appearance of the Sky-Swallowing Devil Jar. He estimates that the ruthless emperor wants to see if the path he is taking can be passed, just like Amitabha. Just like the immortal thought of the great emperor hidden in the bodhi tree, it will not interfere with the Taoist master, but only secretly observe other people's Tao and Dharma.
He Lang doesn't care about these things. His practice can be said to change ten times a day, and he is not afraid of being studied at all.
The fact that the ruthless emperor can feed the Sky-Swallowing Devil Jar to his mouth shows that the emperor is optimistic about him!
Putting away the thoughts of gods, He Lang walked into the Immortal Burial Ground. He had already smelled the breath of the elixir, and also sensed the presence of the ancient emperor's breath.
When He Lang walked into it, he saw an ancient coffin lying on the high platform. The coffin also sprouted twigs more than half a meter long, and there was a chaotic fairy mist flowing.
"The coffin made from the ancient tea tree of Enlightenment is really a waste." Seeing this scene, He Lang felt that these great emperors and ancient emperors were really capable of tossing around.
He Lang stretched out his hand, and the holy power flowed, opening the coffin, revealing the road map at the bottom.
It is a humanoid carving, in which the dragon at the spine appears, as if it has run through the long river of time.
This is the perfect Taihuang Sutra left by the Taihuang in his later years. When it fell into He Lang's eyes, it turned into lines of Dao lines, intertwined and evolved into a real dragon transformed into orderly Dao lines.
The profound meaning of Taihuang Sutra was engraved in his heart.
He Lang then closed the coffin and looked at a piece of divine ice not far away, with a piece of divine skin sealed in the ice.
He Lang's eyes lit up, and he didn't have any taboos. He directly activated the Sky-Swallowing Devil Jar, arousing a wisp of the Supreme Emperor's power, and pressed towards the five-color divine ice.
The five-color divine ice melted instantly, revealing the human skin of the Immortal Emperor. On it, the five-color immortal blood also showed the murderous intention of the emperor. It competed with the sky-swallowing magic jar, but in the end it was a rootless source and resisted. For a moment, the murderous intent was wiped away, leaving only a faint hint of imperial power.
He Lang activated the Sky-Swallowing Magic Jar to release a devouring power, swallowing human skin into it.
This thing has nothing to carry except the Jidao Emperor's weapons.
He Lang planned to refine human skin into a secret treasure, but he couldn't think of what to refine for a while.
After doing all this, He Lang restrained his holy power, turned around and disappeared into the void.
(End of this chapter)