To cultivate immortality, one must have good luck

For this visit to the ancient city of the Emperor, Kong Zhi worked hard and obtained information about the burial places of the five supreme inheritors from Princess Qing in advance.

There are two burial places that are most suitable for Kong Ji.

The number one spot is naturally the burial place of Bai Zang.

Lord Bai Zang, the king of the Ming Dynasty, was highly regarded as a master of creation. It goes without saying that his inheritance is the goal of all the monks who enter the ancient city of the emperor.

However, the Mystic Creation inheritance is not so easy to obtain.

The monks who have wanted to inherit the inheritance of the Ming Dynasty for thousands of years are like crucian carp crossing the river, but they have all failed.

Kong Ji just gave it a try.

If that doesn't work, change the target and focus on Bai Xiao's Tomb instead.

He is the only one among the five supreme lineages who uses a bow and arrow, and is known as the sun-chasing bow.

For the remaining three inheritances, either the nature of the inheritance is not suitable for you, or the weapons used are not related to you.

"Well, I don't know how big this space is, and the distribution of the tombs is irregular."

"It's still unknown whether I can find the inheritance I need!"

Kong Zhen glanced at the sky above.

He still didn't see the shadow of Chaodi Ancient City.

While Kong Ji was heading towards the ancient city of Chaodi, he was paying attention to the tombs along the way.

In the space of Chaodi Ancient City, many monks have already met their favorite inheritance.

And he started fighting with the monks around him who were trying to compete with him for inheritance.

To the north from the location of Kongji, there is a valley surrounded by barren stone mountains in an area of ​​about 80,000 miles.

The land in the valley is covered with long swords of various shapes, which have been corroded by the years and look rusty. A rough count of them is at least tens of thousands.

The sharp sword intent spread across the valley, and any monk who stepped into this area would feel pain on his skin.

Among the countless long swords, there is a tombstone with the words 'Tomb of Tian Qi Bai Guanping'

Although this Bai Guanping is not among the five supreme inheritances, it is also one of the twelve tomb inheritances in the ancient city of Emperor Chao that possess the essence of heaven and earth.

During his lifetime, his swordsmanship was astonishing to Tianqi, and he was regarded as one of the few masters in the Tianqi royal family.

Now outside Bai Guanping's tomb.

The monks from the three parties are currently fighting to the death above the valley.

Among them are an alien sword cultivator, an Endless Sea sword cultivator, and a Wudong sword cultivator.

They are all swordsmen.

The Wudong sword is modified by Shangguan Yuzhou.

Neither of his two opponents could save fuel.

The alien sword cultivator's sword power is endless. As his sword intention spreads, the valley where no grass grows is filled with green, and countless vegetation grows crazily.

The Endless Sea Sword Cultivator's sword intent is as strong as a mountain, and he dances with a huge sword in his hand. Each sword strike is as heavy as a mountain, causing ravines to form on the surrounding mountain peaks.

Shangguan Yuzhou has no fear at all. The only thing that competes with each other in kendo is their own understanding of kendo.

His sword intent was continuous and gushing like rain.

The sword rain sky curtain spread out and enveloped both of them at the same time, trying to fight one against two.

"Arrogant!" The alien sword cultivator shouted coldly.

"Seeking death!" The endless sea monk was also furious.

The two sides chose to join forces with a tacit understanding and attacked Shangguan Yuzhou together.

Shangguan Yuzhou looked indifferent. During the battle, he only had a sense of heroism. When faced with the attacks from both sides, he had no idea of ​​temporarily avoiding the edge. Instead, he stood in the endless rain of swords, with the long sword in his hand standing in front of his chest, and coldly uttered two words: " tidal!"

Boom! The sword pointed at the edge, and the continuous sword intent piled up, turning into a sword wave visible to the naked eye, sweeping in all directions, and slashing at the Endless Sea Sword Cultivator and the alien sword cultivator at the same time.

Bang! The swords of the three parties collided in the valley, causing the mountains to collapse and the earth to crack.

It is 30,000 miles west of Baiguan's burial site.

The two streams of blood energy surged into the sky, like a volcanic eruption that dispersed the clouds above the sky.

Han Honghua, whose whole body was entangled in the dark green dragon's evil force, was fighting fiercely with a body cultivator from another world.

There is nothing fancy about the battle between physical practitioners, with fists hitting the flesh and limbs colliding with each other.

Bang bang bang! Every punch struck the opponent's body, making a thick, muffled sound like a heavy hammer beating a drum.

The alien body cultivator has a lean body, no hair on his head, and bright eyes. His cultivation level is obviously higher than that of Han Honghua, who is in Shuangling realm, and his Taoist foundation is also at the intermediate level of Xuan level.

Among the monks from other worlds who entered the ancient imperial city, his strength can definitely be ranked within the top ten.

Han Honghua couldn't fight for a long time, and there was blood on the corner of her mouth. In the last confrontation, Han Honghua was punched in the chest by the alien body cultivator, and her whole body was smashed into the ground like a kite with its string cut off.

Boom! The ground was as hard as steel, and a huge crater was created by Han Honghua's body.

In the deep pit, Han Honghua's physical injuries not only did not make her flinch, but the fighting spirit in her eyes became even higher.

"Happy!" Han Honghua laughed and wiped away the blood from her mouth.

boom!
The power of Daoji Longshajin was pushed to the extreme by Han Honghua.

A green dragon emerged from Han Honghua's head and submerged into her body.

In an instant, Han Honghua's already high momentum increased again.

At the same time, Han Honghua activated her Gang Jin, and the blurred colors intertwined with the Dragon Evil Jin Dao base, covering Han Honghua's whole body.

Boom! She stood up, her aura now many times stronger than before.

The exploding blood energy formed a hurricane, stirring the ground and causing strong winds.

This scene made the alien body cultivator's eyes look solemn.

The alien body cultivator felt the waves being stirred up by Han Honghua's energy and blood in all directions, and asked in a condensed voice: "What's your name?"

Han Honghua's eyes had turned dark green as she stared at the man in the sky, and she responded in a clear voice, "Han Honghua!"

"Prajna Sect, Peng Gui'er." The alien body cultivator also reported his name with a serious expression.

Han Honghua's strength earned his respect.

He just finished speaking.

call out! Han Honghua soars into the sky.

The two fought fiercely again.

It is 50,000 miles south of where Han Honghua and Peng Gui'er fought.

Temples are scattered here and there, and tall pagodas rise from the ground like bamboo shoots.

Outside the temple, a tombstone with the inscription "Tomb of Tian Qi Baide Yi" is inserted into the ground.

The Tianqi royal family worships Buddha, and many members of the royal family have impressive Buddhist heritage.

This place is the only Buddhist inheritance among the twelve inheritances that possess the essence of heaven and earth.

Monk Congyun stood in the sky, beneath his feet was a golden bell that covered several miles in radius.

Inside the bell, two monks were suppressed.

Judging from their appearance, aren't they the two Buddhist geniuses from Tianqi Shangzong Temple, the two monks who are neither crazy nor angry?

The two sides met on a narrow road, and both came from this Buddhist heritage, so it was natural that they would compete with each other.

Buzz! The two Buddhist seals were sacrificed one after another, and they were struck on the golden bell that shrouded all directions.

The golden bell swayed continuously, bursting out with a deafening roar, the sound turned into ripples, and the sound waves emptied the surrounding spiritual energy.

Those with low cultivation level would be shocked to the point of vomiting blood if they approached the area covered by the sound waves.

Seeing the golden bell trembling, Monk Congyun remained calm and sat on top of the golden bell, mumbling something.

Boom! The shadow of a Buddha statue appeared behind him.

The Buddha statue has three faces and six arms, and each face has an angry expression and staring eyes. There is no mercy at all from the Buddhas of Buddhism, but instead there is power and solemnity in it.

"The Wrathful Vajra Phase!" Seeing the true appearance of the Buddha statue, the two of them, neither crazy nor angry, exclaimed at the same time, as if they had seen some incredible scene.

"How can he have the Golden Congolese status if he doesn't have the cultivation level of Ascension Chakra!"

Before the two of them could recover from the huge shock.

Buzz! The golden bell, blessed by the three six-armed vajras, shines brightly again.

The golden bell became even stronger, and neither the two of them, neither crazy nor angry, could shake the golden bell any more.

at the same time.

boom! White flames rose from within the golden bell.

Other flame arts are fiery and full of aggression, but the white flames in this golden bell do have a holy meaning.

The two monks, neither crazy nor angry, could not escape from the golden bell and were contaminated by the white flames. The strange thing was that the moment their bodies came into contact with the flames, they did not suffer any substantial damage, and even their clothes were not damaged.

But both of them still showed signs of pain.

On the other hand, looking at Cong Yun on top of the golden bell, his current face has become extremely weird.

Kong Xian had never seen Cong Yun angry before, and he even doubted that Cong Yun would be angry at all.

Now, Cong Yun, who Kong Zhi thought was almost incapable of anger, had an angry look on his face, his brows were deeply furrowed, his eyes were as wide as bells, and he was glaring at the two people inside the golden bell. (End of chapter)