Sword ancestor

Chapter 336 The Emperor's Fall!

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In front of the spirit workshop, the old man was shaking the wine gourd, and he was wearing a coarse white robe that was spotless. Qi Tian's sound transmission did not disturb him at all, but at this moment, his voice directly appeared in Qi Tian's sea of ​​consciousness .

"Ordinary fairy stones, I don't like them."

Qi Tian chuckled, and said via voice transmission: "How about the Feixian Stone?"

"The Feixian Stone is barely passable."

The old man stood up and said, "Follow me."

Qi Tian walked with the old man, the east city was huge, but their direction was where many monster races went.

Imperial Terrace!The place where the battle of the demon emperor started this time, in the ancient times in the past, there was a duel between the emperors here, which shocked the world.

After half a stick of incense, Qi Tian saw the Emperor Terrace, a dark red stone platform, mottled and dilapidated, with a radius of thousands of feet. When he looked at it, he seemed to see a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood. The world was dyed red, a scene of the end of the world.

Above the imperial platform, the sky is also dark red. This piece of sky has been like this for countless years, and it cannot be changed at all. Some monsters whose cultivation level is not at the level of demon soldiers cannot observe the imperial platform for a long time, and they cannot bear the breath of time from the imperial platform. , to be shocked, and a short observation can sharpen their state of mind.

When they came to the imperial stage, some monster clans discovered Qi Tian, ​​and at the same time, they were extremely curious about the old man. They didn't understand why Qi Tian followed this old man who was only at the level of a demon general. Always walk behind, unless the bloodline is extremely strong, and as one of the top ten imperial clans in the Southern Wilderness, the lineage of the Emperor Zun of the Flood Dragon Clan, the monsters can't think of anyone who can have a stronger bloodline than Qi Tian.

The old man stopped in front of the imperial platform, his eyes suddenly became clear, he opened the wine gourd in his hand, and poured a gourd of wine towards the imperial platform.

The taste of strong wine is very spicy, Qi Tian is somewhat familiar with it. In the coldest winter in ancient Qintong Shuiyun City, he and Master Daoji cooked a pot of water tofu, two plates of shallots mixed with soy sauce, and a pot of warm Good knives, tastes like this.

Today, Qi Tian suddenly has a kind of nostalgia. Back then, the three years in the ancient Qintong Shuiyun City were his most comfortable time and months. The ordinaryness of the mundane world gave him a state of mind that his peers could not have.

The behavior of the old man made Qi Tian a little confused. He had never seen through the old man. From the golden blood at the beginning, to the Dafa that changed the day, to the astonishing attainment of formations, he once suspected that the old man was hiding in the fairy city of the Eastern Land and Northern Territory. The lineage of the Divine Formation Masters is just that the lineage of the Divine Formation Masters is too mysterious, and no one can find their whereabouts unless they voluntarily reveal their identities.

The Emperor Terrace, together with the entire Ancient Emperor City, were handed down from the ancient times. As the endless years passed, even though it was broken, it became immortal. In the Southern Wilderness, there is no clan that does not worship it. It has various mythical legends. One of the origins of the entire Southern Wilderness.

The old man stayed for a while, put away the wine gourd and left, followed by Qi Tian, ​​the two came to a remote corner of the east city, where there were many lonely pillars, the old man found a stone cave to enter, and lit a bonfire.

Few people come here, and it is very deserted, because there have been ominous rumors, and some unclean things have been seen.

At night, the moonlight was cold, and the whistling sound of the wind rang out from time to time. There was a sense of chill. The old man was warming the burning knife on the bonfire, without saying a word, but fiddled with the bonfire carefully. In the land below, Still bored with a chicken.

Qi Tian was a little speechless, there were these things in the old man's dantian, but now seeing the old man again, Qi Tian can be sure that the original blood of the old man is the blood of the human race, let him know everything in another day.

The old man was too mysterious, and he couldn't see through the many visions on his body. After half an hour, the wine was warmed up. The old man took out two porcelain bowls, poured two bowls from one pot of wine, and the spicy aroma of the wine was warmed. Afterwards, it became more mellow, and the bonfire swayed. The old man then pushed aside the bonfire, dug out a lump of mud the size of a human head from the mud and slapped it away. Immediately, a strong smell of meat came out. The chicken was white and full of strong aura. It was obviously a desolate beast that had stepped onto the path of cultivation.

The old man divided half of the chicken and handed it to Qi Tian, ​​and then ate half of the chicken without saying a word, with a bowl of burning knives.

Qi Tian didn't speak, the old man didn't speak, so naturally he couldn't say much, even though he was too confused, but at this moment, he knew that it wasn't the time for questioning, the old man was behaving strangely, as if he was planning something.

Half an hour later, two empty bowls fell to the ground, and the bonfire was dimmed. The old man stretched out his hand and said, "Stone."

Qi Tian stared at the old man, and for a moment, he moved with his sword sense, and the flying fairy stone wrapped in golden blood was suddenly squeezed out of the sea of ​​self-knowledge, even with his vast sword sense now, it seemed a bit difficult. The Feixian Stone is as heavy as a sacred mountain, and it changes almost every moment.

Wrapped in a golden blood film, the Feixian Stone could not be seen clearly. Now it fell into the hands of the old man. The old man stretched out his right hand and gently stroked it. The golden blood film on the Feixian Stone immediately condensed into a piece of golden blood and fell back into Qi Tian's hands.

The golden blood swirls, exuding an inexplicable divinity. As the understanding of the Yin-Yang Dao deepens, Qi Tian becomes more and more aware that there is a vast power hidden in it, but this kind of power is still beyond his reach, far beyond beyond his current state.

"Golden blood is given to the predestined person. You are the predestined person. The golden blood belongs to you. I hope you will be recognized by it one day."

The old man spoke for the first time, telling Qi Tian something, but it was too vague, and Qi Tian couldn't distinguish the meaning. Immediately, with a wave of the old man's hand, the golden blood entered Qi Tian's sea of ​​consciousness again. At this time, the old man In his hand, the Flying Immortal Stone is pure white and flawless, and the image of the Flying Immortal inside is vast and boundless. It seems that it has been suppressed for a long time. For a short moment, it seems that there is no sign of waking up, but Qi Tian can feel that an amazing force is accumulating.

The figure of the old man began to change, and finally turned into a young man. His body was crystal clear, as pure as the brightest divine crystal, and his white hair emitted a hazy white light. He looked at Qi Tian, ​​and his pure white pupils branded a small The world, this small world is hazy and seems to be covered by a layer of mist. Qi Tian can't see it clearly, but he can feel the ancient vitality in it. It seems that something is sleeping in it and has not awakened.

From today's young man, Qi Tian felt a vague yin energy, he guessed something in his heart, but he was not sure, because it was a bit unimaginable, and the strong vitality was not faked at all.

"Goodbye by fate."

The young man left with the Feixian Stone, and from a distance, Qi Tian found that the image of the Feixian gradually changed on the Feixian Stone, and finally turned into the same appearance as the young man, except that the white hair was as black as ink, and he stood with his hands behind his back. For a moment, it seemed that the whole world fell under his feet.

Qi Tian didn't know whether he used means to cover up everything, or the Feixian Stone was originally like this, but the only thing he knew was that the sky was about to change.

The direction of the white-haired young man was very clear. He walked slowly towards the Emperor Terrace of the East City. Qi Tian looked at his figure, and then followed him from a distance.

At night in the southern wilderness, the moon is bright and the stars are sparse, and the cold moonlight is something that many monster races like. Of course, there are also many monster races who don't like it. At the very beginning, the clan didn't have any line attribute imprints. They relied on the essence of the sun and the moon to cultivate and open up their spiritual wisdom. Contains the Qi of Nine Yangs.

It is a pity that no monster race has ever been able to swallow the essence of the sun and the moon after embarking on the road of practice, otherwise it would be enough to embark on the road of yin and yang.

In the ancient imperial city, the night is as noisy as the day. Tens of millions of monster races gather in the ancient emperor city. These monster races who have successfully cultivated will not have any obstacles even if they stay awake for ten and a half months , even many monster races have become accustomed to practice instead of sleep, the road to practice is extremely difficult, and no one wants to waste time.

The white-haired young man held up the Feixian Stone, which quickly attracted the eyes of all the demons. They couldn't see through the young man, and didn't know whether he was a human or a demon, but the Feixian Stone was obviously extraordinary. The clan gave birth to the meaning of worship.

"Put down the stone in your hand! Get out of Ancient Emperor City!"

A demon king descended, ruled the alchemy outside the sea, and the blazing mysterious fire aura melted into the void, and grabbed the flying fairy stone in the young man's hand.

The young man glanced at him, the pure white pupils were ordinary, but revealed an inexplicable power, and immediately, the demon king opened his eyes in disbelief, and then silently turned into fly ash, dead and gone , both god and form are destroyed.

On both sides of the ancient stone road, countless monster races receded towards the two sides, it was too scary, just took a look, and a monster king who was at least at the level of five gods died, without the slightest resistance.

"An uncle of the royal crocodile clan, this person is going to be in great trouble!"

"This time there is an emperor from the crocodile clan, and he is the real emperor. This person will never be able to escape."

At the same time, someone discovered Qi Tian, ​​but at the moment there was a white-haired young man in front of him, so no one paid much attention to him. The fall of a five-god realm demon king is a big event. Putting it in the southern wasteland, a demon king is enough Create a great royal family.

"He actually killed the demon king. This person has never been seen before. Could it be some hidden descendant of the demon clan?"

"Youth with white hair, but it doesn't look like it."

Some older monsters observed carefully, and they found that perhaps the age of the white-haired youth in front of them was far beyond their imagination.

The dark red Emperor's Terrace shines brightly under the moonlight, exuding a blood-red aura, without any blood, but very strange, layers of crimson halos are constantly spreading, as if they have the pulse of life.

The white-haired young man was holding the Feixian stone. On the Feixian stone, the black-haired young man stared at the imperial platform. Many people trembled. Any monster who watched the Feixian stone trembled from his soul, as if he had seen something terrible.

"Who dares to kill the demon king of my clan!"

There was a loud shout from a distance, the void split open, and a middle-aged man stepped out. The middle-aged man was wearing a golden robe, and his dark golden hair was windless and automatic. It seemed that he did not exist in this world. Out of the meaning of worship.

"The demon emperor of the crocodile clan is here!"

"The Demon Emperor Xuanxu! The strongest among the older generation of Demon Emperors has been promoted for more than 200 years, and he also has a place among the emperors. In his hands, a war emperor once fell."

Before landing on the imperial platform, the demon emperor Xuanxu looked coldly at the white-haired young man, and said coldly: "You have a chance to kill yourself in front of me, otherwise I will imprison your soul and torture you every day, and I won't let you fall unless you die Yuan ends."

The white-haired young man said nothing, just gently stretched out his empty left palm, and slapped it slowly. With this palm, in an instant, the sky above the ancient emperor city darkened, as if the entire sky was covered. A pure white palm descended from the sky, only a few feet away, but it covered the sky and moonlight.

The demon emperor Xuanxu's eyes widened, unable to move at all, he was slapped by this palm, just like the demon king of the Five God Realm before, his whole body seemed to be weathered, he became a powder, and was completely removed from the world. (On New Year's Day, Shibu stayed with my family, kept typing, was busy looking for a job, and ignored them. It will be updated today and will resume normal update tomorrow.)
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