"I'll wait for you for many years!"
"Super the innate treasure that opened the tomb of King Mu, and I can forgive you!"
The dozens of figures stood on the surrounding mountains and rivers in the air, each with wide robes and big sleeves, magnificent and magnificent. They were all over the past tens of thousands of years or even older, and they were the strongest group of people Xin Zhuo had ever seen in his life.
At this time, the pressure like the collapse of the sky made the three of them dare not act rashly. No matter how great the ability is, if they do not have the cultivation level of Daxuan Lord or above, they are afraid they will not dare to easily face these people. Even if they feel that what they say is not a little arrogant, it seems to be natural!
Xin Zhuozai searched carefully and found that there were no Purple Buddha Emperor, Bodhi Patriarch, Jiang Taibai, nor the Emperor Tongtian. He took a deep breath and looked at the Huang Demon Emperor. Even though he knew he was powerless, he still wanted to see if this guy had any solution.
Unexpectedly, the Huang Demon Emperor was trembling all over his body and murmured: "The Moon Holy Land Nie Jianxian, the Hun Chaos Holy Land Jiang Wugui Emperor, the Desolate Holy Land Gouhan Shi Tianwang, the Xuansheng Land Dantai Zuozhi, the Desire Holy Land Wandering Holy Land Wandering Holy Land Wandering Holy Land Gouyu Shengmu; the Five Star Lords of the Demon Palace; the Demon Palace's Selfless Brothers, the Ghost Spirit God Mother, and the Heavenly True Master. Xin Zhuo, nonsense, is all the top masters second only to the Great Xuan Lord. He has been famous for more than 100,000 years, and few people dare to fight with them. They have the means we have, such as spiritual roots and innate spiritual treasures, and they are one of them. No bad!
No hope! I can't escape, I can't escape!"
This is the first time that Xin Zhuo saw Xiao Huang who is not stingy so incompetent, and he couldn't help but frown slightly: "What they want is to open the tomb of King Mu, not to kill people, otherwise they have already taken action, why bother mother-in-law and mother, don't panic."
As he said, he stepped forward and bowed: "Sir, please, seniors, I have something to say!"
"Oh? Let's talk about it!"
Holy Land of the Desireless Land, Holy Mother of Yun is a girl who seems to be in her 28 years old. She is beautiful and has a holy face. In her manner, there are thunder and clouds whistling around her. At first glance, she is a dynasty person who is a fellow practitioner of the power of Thunder Realm and the power of Mist Realm.
Xin Zhuo said: "We are casual cultivators from outside. We heard that there are many powerful people in the world trapped in Tianyuan Valley, so we have overcome layers of passes and come to help. I wonder why you seniors shouted and killed, threatened the younger generation and others? Is this the style of a powerful person?"
He could clearly feel that even though the major holy places, demon palaces and demon palaces could transmit voices to people outside, the moment he entered, he completely blocked the way out. Moreover, the formation of the divine tomb seemed to be able to sense the arrival of the twelve-grade world-destroying golden lotus, and began to operate invisibly, blocking all contacts between a group of masters here and the outside world. It was difficult to transmit voices.
If you can't pass the sound, you won't know what's going on outside.
Otherwise, once these people know that they have mastered the twelve-grade Golden Lotus of the World, and have cheated their younger generations and disciples, why not just take action, kill themselves, steal the Golden Lotus, and immediately open the tomb of King Mu and test what's going on?
"This tomb of King Mu is of great importance. The outsiders must be the one who holds the key. Your cultivation is destined to be unable to participate. It is natural to be taken for granting it to us. Where does the threat come from?"
Nie Jianxian, a handsome man in the holy land of Wangyue, looks over forty years old, with gray hair on his temples, but his pair of peach blossom eyes. Everyone is passionate. There are nine swords behind him, and the swords are concentrating on people's hearts. The strange sword domain around him is constantly flowing. A slightest bit can kill a low-level cultivator. A man named Jianxian, cultivate a sword?
And Xin Zhuo was also impressed that this person’s sword art was no less good than himself. Is he a contemporary sword ancestor?
He said, "Okay, but this key to open King Mu is an innate treasure. When I got it, I already recognized my master..."
"Junior, don't talk nonsense!"
A strange-shaped man in the demon race interrupted in a deep voice: "You just need to hand over the magic weapon and you can leave!"
Huang Demon Emperor, Sixiejun, and Shen Gongyan immediately looked at Xin Zhuo together.
Xin Zhuo smiled and really took out the twelve-grade golden lotus of the world. The black lotus soared upwards, covering the sky and the sun, emitting unparalleled sharpness and pressure. Even this huge Taiyuan Valley could not bear it.
"This...this thing..."
"It's really an innate treasure..." "The top twelve-grade golden lotus in the world-destroying cliff on the magic weapon cliff of the world!!"
The ancestor who had been practicing for countless years from all directions, put down his reserve, his eyes shining, and the greed on his face was visible.
Xin Zhuo frowned and said seriously, "Just..."
"Just what?"
A group of ancestors were ready to move and moved forward.
Xin Zhuo said: "But, this thing has already recognized its master, and there is a strange rule. Only I can drive it, and even cannot remove my traces. Outsiders cannot use it. Once I die, this thing will explode! This is true, I dare not speak nonsense!"
This is of course false, and it also sounds false, but he is gambling people's hearts. The so-called "not worrying about being weak and not being equal, there is only one golden lotus. This group of masters belong to various camps, and I am afraid that everyone will want it. After all, if you get this thing, you may be able to swallow the tomb of King Mu. Even if you don't have this mind and can't resist others' doubts, who will you give it to? The final result is only mutual suspicion. As long as they are not stupid, it is most reasonable to be controlled by themselves, a weak human monk. At that time, take one step at a time.
The Huang Demon Emperor seemed to have guessed what he was thinking, and his scalp was numb for a moment, and he lowered his head and said nothing.
A purple-haired man smiled coldly: "You junior, don't you cheat us as fools? You... want to get a share of the pie?"
Xin Zhuo tit-for-title: "My cultivation is not the opponent of all seniors, what kind of pie I can share? It's really that only I can control this thing. Once I leave me, not only will King Mu's tomb not be opened, but you will also be trapped here forever,
At best, after opening the tomb of King Mu, all seniors will eat meat and give me some soup. That's all. If this senior of the demon clan, if you don't believe it, the lotus will be here. Just take it, take it, take it, take it, take it, and have an accident, it has nothing to do with me. "
No mistakes, one song, one song, one content, one content, one book, one bar, one bar!
After saying that, he pushed the lotus forward, retreated ten miles, closed his eyes to rest.
The appearance of this bachelor made a group of old guys with great cultivation suspicious.
Seven or eight masters made a move forward to check the twelve-grade golden lotus, but as soon as they set off, they were locked by other masters, so they had to give up.
Just as Xin Zhuo guessed that there is only one thing, and everyone’s relationship is not friendly, who can take this thing? Who opens the tomb of King Mu? What if anyone opens the tomb of King Mu and who gets the greatest opportunity?
Yes, they had checked the tomb of King Mu and vaguely noticed that the things inside were piled up into mountains, all of which were the existences of the beginning of the Qingxu Chronicle. This could save them from countless years of cultivation. If they opened up the bottleneck of the Great Xuan Lord...
As excited, the guy Fenglang, who got the Eight Desolate Divine Claws, was also forgotten by them.
The surroundings are quiet and the atmosphere is very depressing, and a group of masters are on the way.
After a full cup of tea, Jiang Wugui, a young man in the chaotic holy land, looked like a young man and said with a smile: "Since that's the case, I think it's better for this friend to master this thing. He will open the tomb of King Mu. How should the things inside be divided at that time? You all rely on your skills, how about it?"
A star king from the demon clan smiled and said, "I agree that it is most suitable for this kid to open the tomb of King Mu. He is really the chosen one!"
What is important is that Xin Zhuo, a mere sixth step human monk, does not threaten them. If he opens it, he will open it. It is better than other old ghosts!
Everyone looked at each other and nodded. (This chapter ends)