The great robber of all worlds

Chapter 169 Whose Fluctlight?Wind Clan Dragon Monument (4K1)

"Swallowing the Devil's Jar?"

Bo Xun got up slowly, looking at the big black sun in his body, sinking and floating on the god and devil's fetus, absorbing the flying fairy energy and the devil's fetus, both of which are related to it, and they are very friendly.

There was an intriguing smile on the corner of his mouth, the brilliance of his whole body gradually changed, the deep and deep feeling was restrained, the divine fetus was bright, and gorgeous golden rings enveloped him, and his hair was rendered a platinum color.

The sun hangs in the sky, but he is even more dazzling, as if a god walks in the world, with a sense of transcendence, he goes out of the palace.

"Meet the Holy Son!"

"I have seen the Holy Son."

"Son, the treasure you ordered has been mined and sent to the palace."

Along the way, both disciples and elders saluted him with a smile. As the holy son of Shaking Light Holy Land, he held a pivotal position in Donghuang.

Especially after Human King pushed the Five Great Domains horizontally, the status of the Tianjiao who had fought against him naturally rose.

Those like the Holy Son of Yaoguang have been valued by the major holy places, making all the holy sons fearful.

"In this direction, is he going to pay homage to the dragon pattern black gold tripod?"

"In this generation, he is the only one who echoes the emperor's soldiers. It is rumored that he is very likely to be branded by the emperor's cauldron. He must not be underestimated."

The complexions of the quasi-sage sons in the distance turned slightly pale. A few days ago, they had achieved success in cultivation, and they wanted to challenge the contemporary saint sons by taking advantage of the power of the kings of the five realms.

In the end, he was swept away by Bo Xun alone, and he was in a mess, and he was so embarrassed that he still can't forget the other party's deep and devilish gaze, as if he wanted to swallow them all.

Seeing that the other party is going to sympathize with the emperor now, I feel even more complicated in my heart.

Bo Xun didn't care about them, his eyes were high, and he walked with his hands behind his back. The scenery in the Yaoguang Holy Land can be called beautiful, with fairy spirits shining, and rays of light intertwined and pervasive, and the auspiciousness is extraordinary.

The ancient trees in the four fields have not grown for many years. The mountains and rocks rise side by side, the spiritual springs gurgle, and the auspicious beasts come and go. This place is magnificent and magnificent.

Directly ahead, a large hall stands there, full of dao marks, among which there are not many traces left by the sage series, but it is the mainstream. This is the place where they worship day and night.

"Dragon pattern black gold tripod, hehehe."

When Bo Xun arrived, he laughed softly, and there was a big black cauldron in front of him, and all the traces of the avenue were suppressed under it.

It is full of black and golden light, mysterious and unpredictable, engraved with flowers, birds, fish and insects, birds and animals, sun, moon and stars, simple and atmospheric.

It is the black golden cauldron with the dragon pattern of the extreme emperor, and it is also the emperor soldier that has attracted the attention of the entire five domains. There are too many rumors about it.

Black gold with dragon patterns is hard to find in the world, especially if it is collected enough to make a tripod, it is really rare. It can be said that it is a great luck to get it in the Holy Land of Shaking Light.

At this moment, as Bo Xun stroked the black gold cauldron with dragon patterns, circles of ripples emerged, forming mysterious dragon patterns, like black dragons coiling around, extremely powerful.

In particular, this fluctuation blended with the Heaven Swallowing Demon Cap in his body, and had a wonderful reaction.

"Such a cauldron, even though Yaoguang Holy Land has put in so much effort, the imprint left behind is still not comparable to the advantage of the ruthless people's lineage. It was doomed as early as the day it was cast."

Bo Xun's eyes were deep. In the past, the powerhouses of the Shaking Light Holy Land seemed to worship gods. They cast the black gold into a tripod shape and placed it on the central fairy peak. All disciples who entered the door had to pray and kowtow every day.

It was a glorious world, although Yaoguang did not have an emperor, but there were sages and sages, and there were brilliant figures from generation to generation, and it lasted for more than [-] years, and the cauldron did not know how many sages' marks were engraved on it.

Even, there were two great saints who dedicated their lives and souls, and before they sat down, they drove their whole life into the cauldron, intertwining them into traces.

But the reality is very cruel. The Dragon Mark Black Gold was indeed found by Yaoguang Holy Land itself, but it was not the result of their [-] years of worship, nor could it be forged by successive generations of sages. It has something to do with the emperor.

On that rainy night with strong winds, lightning and thunder, the one from the depths of the ancient forbidden land descended, reversed the fate, and cast a black gold tripod with dragon patterns with unrivaled magic.

The so-called worship and hard work are not worth mentioning in front of this.

However, such a secret is difficult for the world to know. Apart from the fact that the emperor was born and possessed the power of the emperor, many people are skeptical about the 'miracle' rumors.

Ugh···

At this time, the Heaven Swallowing Demon Jar let out a soft sound, which seemed to be a woman's sigh, resonating with the cauldron, making Bo Xun's brand deeper and more integrated into it.

boom!
The black emperor cauldron was ups and downs, with billions of rays of light, tens of thousands of dao brilliance, and immortal energy boiling in the cauldron, sending out chaotic thunder.

"Yoguang Holy Land, whose extreme power is it? Hahaha!"

Bo Xun laughed, black and white eyes coexisted with magic and divinity, reckless and wild, he could feel the connection with the dragon pattern black gold tripod was deepening, and with the improvement of strength, it would eventually be driven by him.

At the same time, in the main hall of the Holy Land, the latent cultivator, the Lord of Light, seemed to sense something, and looked towards the direction where the Emperor Cauldron was enshrined.

"This generation has finally produced an existence that can resonate with the emperor's army. Yaoguang must seize the opportunity. This great world will surely rise."

He whispered, the light in his eyes was brighter than ever.

The Holy Land of Shaking Light has never been satisfied with being just a Holy Land, not to mention that they really have a piece of Extreme Dao Emperor Armament.

A day later, Bo Xun walked out of the hall, felt the news, and went straight to the Wailing Holy Land, re-examining this ancient land.

Looking from a distance, the ground in front of him suddenly rose up, like a huge earth bag, standing on the ground.

On the soil bag is the Holy Land of Shaking Light, with beautiful mountain peaks, waterfalls and flowing springs, forming its own scenery.

In the eyes of outsiders, this is just a high-lying area, which can be called a plateau, and only those who have intensively cultivated the geomantic omen can detect and see the strangeness.

"It really is a big tomb. Could it be that the unscrupulous Taoist is coming here?"

Bo Xun secretly guessed that there are beautiful mountain peaks, thousand-foot-thousand-foot silver waterfalls growing on a large tomb, unicorns and beasts appear, golden crows span the sky, and emerald grasses are everywhere, but the more this is the case, the more intrusive it is.

This highland has the pattern of leaping dragons, the momentum of flying immortals, and the sound of phoenixes, which is rare in the ages. If it is used as a burial place, it is naturally of extremely high standards and quite suitable.

A series of mountains meet, and the ridges are like the back of a dragon, as if they can jump up at any time and soar into the nine heavens; the strange peaks rise together, like flying immortals, the clouds are steaming, the pines and cypresses, the strange stones stand tall, and the silver waterfalls hang down, making the sound of the phoenix. like sound.

If you tell people that this magnificent terrain is a big tomb, no one will believe it, but now it seems that it is true.

There have been secrets since ancient times, and it is a very old legend to prove the way with a dead body. There may have been such an existence under the big tomb of Yaoguang.

At this moment, Bo Xun's expression changed, and he faintly noticed something, which was very familiar.

He raised the rainbow and explored around the mountain gate of the Shaking Light Holy Land, and finally felt a touch of aftertaste in the place where the big tomb was supported.

"This aura is somewhat familiar, but it is also a little different. It is the Heavenly Tribulation Skill. Could it be Duan De?"

Bo Xun thought that the burial place of Yaoguang Sheng should be a dojo or tomb of Emperor Ruthless, but more than [-] years ago, when the empress opened the dojo, there was a breath of Dujie Tianzun leaked out.

Perhaps this piece of land is not simple. It is not without reason that the Ruthless Emperor chose it as the dojo. Maybe he really dug out Duan De from that life, so he did some research.

After all, this underground is a piece of chaotic fairyland, which is extremely precious, and it is a great pleasure to be buried here according to the temperament of an unscrupulous Taoist priest.

Bo Xun had an idea. Even if he went back to the Holy Land, he searched many ancient books to understand the past. There are many secrets buried in this land.

But when he was flipping through the ancient books, he made an unexpected discovery. Looking at a secret story recorded in the ancient books, he slowly raised his eyebrows.

"Great Sage Yaoguang, the wind clan ancestral stele? A dragon stele, they also came from outside the territory?"

At the same time, Li Yu, who was about to return to Zhongzhou, also had a meal, and the records of the classics in the Holy Land of Shaking Light appeared in his mind.

"In the past, a great sage from the Shaking Light Holy Land visited the Wind Clan and was invited to solve the mystery of their ancestral stele, but failed, but left a deep impression..."

He pondered for a while, thought, and decided to go to the Wind Clan, because the news he sent was very clear.

The ancestral stele of the Feng Clan is a dragon stele. According to the great sage who shakes the light, the dragon stele is engraved with words like a human head and a snake body, and there is a scripture that surpasses heaven and earth!
"The Wind Clan? This family is quite mysterious. It is much older than Tianxuan, or it is the oldest family in the Eastern Wasteland. This is the consensus of the extreme forces."

When the old woman heard that Li Yu was going to visit the Wind Clan, she also became a little curious. The Wind Clan in Donghuang has always been mysterious.

Although they don't have emperor soldiers, they are respected and have a high status, but the secret of their ancestral monument is little known, and it seems to contain a big secret.

"As the oldest force in the Eastern Desolation, if it can stand for such a long time without falling, it is even more necessary to visit."

Li Yu had some speculations in his mind that perhaps the Wind Clan was really related to that Fuxi on Earth.

Soon, they came to the Central Region of the Eastern Desolation, and the Jiang family also got the news. The Patriarch waved his hand and sent a greeting card directly to the Feng Clan.

The Feng Clan, the oldest family in the Eastern Desolation, is powerful and mysterious. They learned from the world and learned the secrets of the Supreme Dao. They are an extremely powerful family.

This family has experienced the darkness and turmoil of various periods, but it has not declined at its peak. It has become a super behemoth, overlooking the world, and its profound foundation is rare.

When Li Yu arrived, looking from afar, the weather of the Wind Clan was very majestic, much higher than the Holy Land.

There are [-] floating islands dotted all over the place, shining like pearls. Each island is unique, like the pure land of the heavens, which makes people feel peaceful.

These islands are motionless, hanging in the sky, with fairy mist surging, like a beautiful divine land; there are many palaces and palaces sitting on it, carved beams and painted buildings, coiling dragons and flying phoenixes, fairy clouds flow, like the kingdom of gods outside the world, Many cranes, colorful luan and other spiritual birds are flying among the islands.

In the deepest part, there are endless mountains, towering high in the sky, majestic, majestic, and breathtaking.

Looking around, there is still a magnificent ancient city between Dayue, which will never sink and cannot be seen by outsiders. There is one of the most powerful holy places, which are said to be the ancient city left by the gods.

"The number one human king in the nine thousand years is really better than being famous. Fellow Daoist is really a hero in the world."

At this moment, many famous figures of the Wind Clan stood outside the island of God with smiles on their faces, while a group of disciples followed by their side. Seeing Li Yu's arrival, they all stepped forward to greet him.

Although they were also a little curious about why this king suddenly visited the Feng Clan, but the other party's status should not be underestimated, the Patriarch of the Feng Clan immediately arranged for everyone to come.

Li Yu saw them one by one with a smile, chatted with other famous people of the same generation, and called each other fellow Taoists, and all the children of the Feng family who watched were all smacking their tongues, envious.

The title of the No. [-] in nine thousand years was born alive. No one knows it, no one dissatisfied, no matter how high-minded a young man is, he can't hold his head up in front of him.

Test the world with fists, push the five domains horizontally, but in just eight characters, it is the first glory in nine thousand years, which makes the characters of the older generation shock and avoid.

"Fellow Daoist, the Holy Master of our clan has been waiting in the hall for a long time."

The famous master of the Feng family was very polite, leading the way and leading Li Yu to the reception hall.

At the top of the hall, there is a middle-aged man sitting upright, with loose black hair, clear eyes, and a stalwart figure. Sitting there is very imposing.

His name is Feng Jingyun, the contemporary Holy Master, and he is standing still at this moment, his eyes are extremely deep, and he carefully looks at Li Yu who is coming, showing a smile.

"In ancient times, heroes come out of youth, and the waves behind push the waves ahead. This is true."

The Holy Master of the Wind Clan nodded, and invited Li Yu to take a seat. It was the second seat on his left, which was comparable to a person of the highest rank.

This is a very important hospitality. The presence of the Supreme Elder, who is regarded as an extreme force, accompanied by the head of the family in person, if the outside world knows it, it will be enough to set off a stormy wave.

After pushing cups and changing cups, several people greeted each other, the atmosphere gradually increased, and finally got to the point; Li Yu mentioned his intention to come, and heard that the Fengzu ancestral stele was mysterious and related to the strong in the ancient years, so he wanted to meet him face to face.

Under normal circumstances, such a request would most likely be rejected if the relationship is not deep, but the ancestral monument of the Wind Clan is different. It once invited strong people to help solve the puzzle, but it has not been completed so far. That said, it's not invisible.

"The ancestral monument?"

The expression of the Holy Master of the Wind Clan remained unchanged, but he became slightly silent. This kind of thing is either big or small.

"Patriarch, the human king has great potential in the future, we should be friends with each other, and it doesn't matter if he thinks about it."

The elders on the side had their spiritual thoughts surging, and they all conveyed their opinions to the Holy Master.

Such a supreme young king, if he doesn't make friends with him before he grows up, he will miss a great opportunity.

One must know that the forces behind the King of Kings are all giants. There is the Jiang family in the Eastern Wasteland, the Guhua Dynasty in Zhongzhou, the Xuankong Temple and other holy temples in the West Desert, and the Yaohuang Palace in Nanling.

After thinking about it, making a good relationship is definitely a profitable business.

"Hahaha, my little friend is visiting my Wind Clan, and I will do my best to be a landlord. Since I am fascinated by the ancestral monument, I will take my little friend with me then."

The Holy Master of the Wind Clan raised his glass with a smile, drank with Li Yu, and agreed to it.

He was not surprised that Li Yu knew about the ancestral stele. In the past, he had invited the strong members of the Jiang family to come to help.

　The original text described the ancient stele of the Wind Clan, which is the dragon stele, engraved with a human head and a snake body pattern. Phoenix said it was left by the ancient Tianzun. Ye Fan suspected that Fuxi had formed a reincarnation seal, and it probably has something to do with it.

　　
　
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