martial arts mythology system

Chapter 277
Pale-faced and white-haired, sitting alone in the bronze palace.

The soul eyes are dim, as if they have been melancholy for centuries.

The words are indifferent and the voice is low.

Sitting clearly in front of him, Han Feng felt that the old man was too far away from him, he could see it but couldn't touch it.

The Bronze Temple, the ever-burning lamp.

For a lifetime, the background is hazy and foggy.

In fact, Han Feng felt that the old man was a little naughty, but considering that this might be the projection of the ancients 700 years ago, everything made sense.

"The Infinite Shadow? What the senior said, the junior can't understand. It's just that the junior is exploring in the relics of the gods and heavens. When he came here suddenly, he was very confused. Please ask the senior to clarify."

Seeing that the old man didn't seem very vicious, Han Feng bowed respectfully and asked.

The old man sitting alone heard Han Feng's words, but his expression changed slightly...

"Shentian...the ruins...has my teaching really become a fragment of history?"

As the lonely old man was bullied, the hazy light and shadows and mottled fog in the entire ancient bronze temple rose and fell together.

Seeing his appearance, Han Feng didn't dare to provoke him any more, so he had no choice but to keep silent.

He just looked at the white-haired old man with a sad expression on his face.

Following the old man's state of mind, the entire space of the ancient bronze temple was enveloped by a kind of sad power that seemed to be absent.

The heart connects the heaven and the earth, and the soul dyes the ten directions... It is also an innate performance.

In fact, the strength of the Shentian Sect in the past can already be seen, but two innates have appeared in the dilapidated ruins... This level of combat power is probably unheard of by ordinary people in today's martial arts...

Fortunately, an innate painting soul has fallen to the first-rank realm due to the loss of power, and this white-haired old man seems to be confined in this bronze palace...

If the complete forms of these two combat powers are put on the [Between Heaven and Earth] battlefield, nearly ten thousand warriors present will have to finish playing together...

Han Feng was thinking in his heart that he was going for "The World's Bu Wu Pian", so why did he come here.

The white-haired old man has been a good teacher to ask questions for Han Feng:

"Do you know why you came here?"

Han Feng shook his head honestly: "I don't know..."

The white-haired old man smiled slightly, a little stiffly, as if he hadn't smiled for many, many years.

"Because you have the aura of "Tian Xia Bu Wu Pian" on your body."

It just so happens that Han Feng's "Chuanwu Secret Record" is the evolution of the remnants of the prologue of "Tian Xia Bu Wu Pian".

The old man's voice was vicissitudes and indifferent, as if he had experienced the changes of the long-gone years.

"Back then, my sect wanted to popularize martial arts, and planned to split the "Under Heaven's Cloth of Martial Arts" and give it to the world. Unfortunately, only one volume of the prologue was given away, and the God and Heaven Sect suffered a shocking catastrophe... Such a great sect... It has been reduced to a ruin..."

While speaking, the old man's sad tone caused the light, shadow and mist in the bronze hall to surge.

"Originally, this palace was also the last thing left to the world, but because of the restriction of "The World's Cloth of Arms", you can only enter it alone..."

Han Feng was a little excited when he heard what the old man said... As a top sect taught by the gods, the last thing left for the world... No matter how you think about it, it should be a treasure at the innate level~

Thinking of this, Han Feng raised his head and looked at the white-haired old man with burning eyes.

The white-haired old man seemed to have sensed the hotness under Han Feng's eyes, and he didn't show off, and slowly stated:

"There are three things in total, all of which are of great importance to the world of Kyushu...I can only entrust them to you, please...be sure to pay attention...because this is a major matter that really concerns hundreds of millions of lives!"

Listen...listen...what is the noodle...this is the noodle...it is worthy of being taught by gods and heaven, worthy of being a great sect in ancient times, and giving gifts casually is to take care of the world of Kyushu...

Ok? ? ?
Han Feng originally thought that the old man was going to entrust the treasure, but after saying this, he came to his senses... Did he mean to entrust the task to himself?
"senior……"

Han Feng spoke, a little puzzled.

However, the white-haired old man didn't give Han Feng a chance to continue, and said to himself:
"The first thing is about the [Second Demon Emperor] Bei Prison Xiaoke. Back then, I, the Heavenly Sect, launched a holy war to exterminate the demons. I gathered more than ten innates and finally sealed the [Second Demon Emperor] in the eternal sleep in the eastern part of Kyushu. Inside the volcano, the demon emperor who controls life and death is forever burned and sealed with the boiling fire of the lungs... However, the years have changed, hundreds of years have passed, and the power of the seal may have been decayed without blessing... I need you to go to the ancient world The Eternal Sleeping Volcano in the center of the Dead End once again strengthened the seal of the Eternal Sleeping Volcano to prevent the owl from the North Prison from escaping and lead the Kyushu Monster Race again."

Han Feng swallowed subconsciously when he heard it... Han Feng has already seen the power of Marakshashi. Just one avatar can pull the entire Yunchen City into a dream. The power of the whole country's martial arts can't deal with it...and he is only the fifth demon emperor.

Ranked second, how strong is the demon emperor who holds the power of life and death... It can be imagined from the holy war described by the white-haired old man that more than ten innates participated.

Every innate can move mountains and fill seas, collapse the sky and shatter the earth, and can affect the sky with his mood... A group of innates fight, I am afraid that the scene will be equivalent to a large number of nuclear bombs exploding in series...

Before Han Feng could remain shocked, the white-haired old man continued:
"Second, I hope you can take over the task of guarding the [Soldier Demon God] for the God of Heaven."

As the old man spoke, he stretched out his hand and stroked gently in front of him.

Three keys with different shapes and mysterious aura appeared in front of Han Feng, suspended in the ancient bronze palace.

"God of Soldiers?"

"That's right... At the end of the ancient times, the world strangled [Soldiers and Disasters in the Sky]. In order to participate in this battle that stretched across Kitakyushu, the Shentianshangjiao assumed the seal of [Soldiers and Misfortunes] among the [Soldier Demon God] The task of the head, and at the same time, three of the 27 [Ancient Keys to Military Disaster] are preserved... The power of [Between Heaven and Earth] has now been exhausted, and someone must undertake the task of maintaining the seal... And you are the only one candidates."

Han Feng's scalp felt a little numb just listening to the series of nouns in the mouth of the white-haired old man.

With a wry smile, he said:

"Can I choose to refuse?"

The white-haired old man ignored Han Feng at all, but said to himself:
"The last thing is about the idea of ​​[Shentian Shangjiao] Wubu Tianxia...700 years, and I have been sitting here alone for 700 years...silent, quiet as a statue...just to please us The request... is also for our philosophy... Kyushu needs martial arts... Martial arts needs a broader foundation... This is related to the destruction of [Shen Tian Shang Sect], I can't go into details, but please keep it in mind!"

The concept of Wubu Tianxia... is actually really mysterious, and Han Feng can't fully understand it.

But looking at this gray-haired old man who endured 700 years of loneliness just to convey such words to himself... Han Feng suddenly felt a little panicked in his heart...

(End of this chapter)