Covering the Sky: Starting from the Holy Land of Purple Mansion

Chapter 47 Opening the Tomb of the Demon Emperor
primitive ruins
On a crater, the roars of the two sides continued to spread.

There is a group of monsters gathered here to confront humans. They have a beautiful blond woman who double-clicked on her back, a man covered with purple scales, an old dragon that has been transformed for many years, with horns on its head, and a giant two to three meters high. Chinese.

On the human side are a few elders called Lingxu Dongtian. Usually, the two sides divide the primitive ruins into two, and the well water does not interfere with the river water. But now there are ruins in the world, and the two sides are confronting each other.

They all want to obtain the inheritance left by the ancients, or the divine treasure.

"You humans have gone too far. The boundary of this primitive ruin has been divided into two. You already have the Lingxu Cave, and now you want to come to our place to compete for the treasure. Do you want to start a war between the two clans?"

"If you want to start a war, just try to get your hands on it."

"This is the ruins left by my human race. You are just living here, how can you occupy it?" The head of Lingxu Cave was not afraid, and although his words were calm, there was a terrifying aura. momentum.

"My ancestors of the Jiao clan have a last word. This is not the homeland of your human race at all, but the imperial capital of the Yao clan in its heyday. Everything here has nothing to do with you."

That old flood dragon with a single horn on its head and sharp claws on its belly, although it didn't turn into a human form, it can speak human words, its strength is not weaker than others, it's just that it is not good at transforming a beast body.

"Impossible. All the buildings here are in the style of the human race. What does it have to do with the monster race?" asked an elder from Lingxu Cave.The two sides are arguing, neither will give in, everything is for the ancient temple in the magma.

"Boom!"

There were muffled noises from time to time in the huge volcano. Even several big monsters and the head of Lingxu Cave Heaven and others couldn't bear it at such a close distance, and their expressions were not very good-looking.

The boiling magma, which was extremely red and coquettish, kept pouring out, like bright red blood.

A big demon was about to step forward, but the old Jiao stopped him, saying: "I have been waiting for several days, do you still care about this time, let it break the ancient restrictions on its own, don't intervene, so as not to die Accident."

And there was a constant muffled sound from the volcano, and fiery rays of light rushed to the sky, and a shining ancient temple floated up from that place, emitting a powerful breath of life.

"Yaowen is the language of my Yaozu." A giant three-meter-tall man with two horns on his head suddenly yelled, "This must be left by my generation of Yaozu great emperors."

That ancient temple seems to be made of multicolored divine jade, with many ancient characters engraved on it, resembling dragons and phoenixes, like unicorns. These are the characters of the monster clan before the ancient times.

"Everyone in the human race left quickly. This is left by a great emperor of my monster race. It has nothing to do with you."

At this moment, the ancient temple is shining with light, exuding a majestic and breathtaking aura, surrounded by colorful brilliance, which is very extraordinary.

The head of Lingxu Cave Sky stared at the ancient palace carefully, and finally seemed to remember something, showing an extremely excited expression, and said: "I know, this is the burial place of the last great emperor of the Eastern Wilderness Monster Race!"

Hearing these words, several great monsters all stared at the five-color ancient temple, watching carefully and carefully, they were surprised and uncertain.

The old Jiao stood upright, stretched out half of his body forward, with a dignified look, and finally said tremblingly: "It is indeed the mausoleum of my monster clan emperor, just like what the ancestors described!"

No one thought that the ancient palace made of five-colored jade was the tomb of the last emperor of the Yaozu. It was hidden deep under the volcano. It was not until today that the seal was loosened and the magma surged up, and it was not seen again.

"It's him, it must be him, the last emperor who unified the demon clan in the Eastern Wasteland!" The head of Lingxu Cave Sky kept talking to himself, looking a little dazed.

The big monsters present were immediately confident, and the old Jiao said: "It's good that you know, this is the tomb of the last emperor of my monster clan, it has nothing to do with your human race, retreat."

The other big monsters burst out with incomparable power, and the monstrous monster aura billowed into the sky, covering the entire sky immediately, and the place was full of chilling aura.

The head of Lingxu Dongtian came back, and seemed to be more excited than the big monsters. He tremblingly said: "Although this is the tomb of the king of the monster clan, but there is a treasure of my human race, and it should be taken back today."

"Nonsense, how can there be your human treasure in the tomb of my demon emperor? You clearly want to steal the tomb of my demon emperor!"

All the big monsters showed their anger, and stepped forward one after another, blocking the head of Lingxu Cave, ready to strike at any time.

However, the dull voice kept ringing, like a heart beating violently, and the floating stock shop was vibrating and flowing with the breath of time in the magma.

The sky was full of splendor, and a very fierce battle started, both sides suffered mutual injuries, the doors of the ancient temple were opened, and several people were about to step in with one foot.

Blood spilled into the sky, howling miserably, they opened a gap in the hall and rushed in, but the next moment they were bombarded out, blasted out tens of hundreds of miles, life and death unknown.

The magnificent ancient temple was shaking, the people inside were fighting, the big monsters were shouting, and the practitioners of the human race were also screaming.

Several bodies fell before a young man who silently watched the battle above the volcano.

His name is Ye Fan

After he came to Beidou, he experienced many things, and his whole life has undergone completely unimaginable great changes. Fortunately, he opened the sea of ​​suffering and entered the path of practice.

But my friend seemed to be possessed by some monster, fighting non-stop with those elders in Lingxu Cave.

Ye Fan's heart moved, he turned several corpses over, and observed carefully, because he found that his friend Pang Bo, who was haunted by a green face, took a look here, and then rushed into the ancient palace with a roar.

Finally, he found a faint golden light on the corpse of a savage beast, which flowed from the wound. He stretched out his fingers and picked out a piece of golden paper from it.

The divine splendor on it is a bit dazzling, but there are countless ancient characters engraved on it, so small that it is almost invisible, but it shines like stars.

There are probably tens of thousands of words on such a small piece of gold paper.

Ye Fan couldn't see clearly, but it was densely packed with words, and he could only see some vague outlines on it. Ye Fan couldn't calm down in his heart. If he didn't guess wrong, this is definitely the Taoist scripture, which is what he desires most now. .

"Please take a look at the Taoist scriptures."

At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded, and before Ye Fan could recover, he saw a hand stretched out in front of him.

Before he could see clearly who the person in front of him was, the golden scripture in his hand had already left and landed on the palm of that hand.

Then the man held the paper in his palm, regardless of Ye Fan, just looked like this.

At this time, Ye Fan finally saw the person in front of him.

A face of an oriental youth, a white robe floating in the air, like a god's mansion, his face is like an exile.

Right now, Ye Fan was staring at the opposite figure closely, feeling more and more nervous.

Do you want to do it?What should I do if I can't beat it?
Don't do it?If the other party sees that Bao wants to attack directly, Ye Fan feels that he will die unwillingly.

Quickly browsed through the contents of this volume of Taoism, and remembered the content in his heart, Xu Yu was intoxicated for a while, and various magical methods sounded in his heart, wanting to continue to deduce the Taoism. There were endless mysteries circulating in his eyes, and after a long time, he sighed.

"The scriptures of the ancient great emperor are all shocking through the ages!"

Countless mental methods were deduced in his heart. Although this is only a fragment of the scroll, one of the ingenious ideas made him feel a little joyful.

"No wonder, the Taoist scriptures in the Lunhai Realm are stronger than the "Xihuangjing", but the scriptures in the Lunhai Secret Realm in the "Yuanshi Xianjing" seem to be more profound than the "Taojing"!"

This is also inevitable, we must know that Yuanshi Tianzun is one of the most mysterious Tianzun in the age of mythology, and from the inheritance obtained by Xu Yu.

"Yuanshi Immortal Scripture" is Yuanshi Tianzun who lived against the sky for seven lives, and with his experience before becoming a fairy, the perfect Supreme Immortal Scripture is naturally much higher than the incomplete Daojing wheel sea scroll.

It didn't take long, Xu Yu just jotted down the Taoist scriptures very roughly, feeling a sense of admiration from a high mountain in his heart. A decision that is enough to change one's life against the sky.

In the age of myths full of turmoil and chaos, the moral gods have grown from weak to strong, and from the broken laws left by the chaotic ancient times, they can create the Godless Sutra suitable for human practice.

It has an irreplaceable role in the history of human practice. Even the later generations of Tianzun, ancient emperors, and great emperors have more or less borrowed from this ancient scripture when they created the Emperor's scripture.

Xu Yu silently comprehended the profoundness of this scripture. He could feel the power and fear of this scripture. This is a rare cultivation resource.

(End of this chapter)