Buddha fairy tour

Chapter 255 The Season of Awakening

Buck slandered in his heart: "As far as the strength of the two sisters-in-laws are at the peak of the gods, no one in the mainland can bully them. Those who are really strong at the peak, who have never heard of your name, boss, dare to bully them." Although he thought so in his heart, Buck nodded viciously on the surface, and said, "Boss, don't worry, anyone who wants to bully Catherine and Sister Biss, first ask me if I agree with my fist!" Buck raised his fist. That seemingly "small" fist.

"Hehe," Yeyue smiled, "Then I'll teach them to you, this is a drop of powerful dragon's blood, you keep it, remember, only when you reach the fourth floor of Qinglongjue, You can absorb it, you know, remember it!" Yeyue's expression became very serious.

Buck nodded.

When Yeyue handed over the second drop of the seven-colored dragon's blood essence to Garomekis, she suddenly felt the radiance of the west, and a vicissitudes of life slowly rose in the west, and the tomb of the god was opened!

The night moon rides the clouds
In front of a majestic square building, there are huge crowds of people, and it is very lively. Don’t get me wrong, this is not a market, and no one dares to market, let alone those who come to the market with such strength. There are thousands of people in the dark. All of them naturally exuded an awe-inspiring aura, and each aura condensed into substance. Thousands of such tyrannical auras gathered together to form a terrifying storm of momentum.

Under the cover of this imposing storm, within a radius of a hundred miles, no monster dared to step in. Even if there were a few sleeping tenth-order monsters who were dissatisfied with being disturbed, they could only retreat under this extremely powerful storm of momentum!
These thousands of people are all old monsters at least four or five hundred years old. Most of them know each other, and there are many acquaintances from the next generation. Everyone greets each other, and many god-level powerhouses respectfully surround the king-level powerhouse Beside them, they asked for advice on some cultivation issues. They were sensible and did not go to the emperor-level powerhouse. In the eyes of ordinary people, the god-level powerhouse is like a god. In the eyes of the god-level powerhouse, the emperor-level powerhouse is also supreme. Existence is not something they can approach at this level.

Dozens of emperor-level powerhouses representing Yunmeng's peak strength stood in front of the huge building, sighing that a hundred years have passed in a blink of an eye!
In the center in front of the building, there are Mozart, the Pope, the Dragon King, the elder monk, Yadi Shengge, the two lion ancestors of the orc empire, and an old man in white and purple. These nine people are this force The core characters in the game at least have the peak fighting power in the late stage of the emperor level. Although the pope and the dragon emperor have just broken through, these two have been able to compete with the ordinary emperor level before the breakthrough, and even slightly win. After the breakthrough, the two powerhouses whose combat power had increased by nearly ten times naturally became one of the leaders.

It is the season when spring returns to the earth and everything wakes up. Several emperors looked at the clear sky, and the old man in purple carefully said to Mozart: "Senior, it's not too early. The people in this class should be almost It seems that many people are anxious whether to open the tomb of the gods in advance!"

The old man in purple did not dare to disrespect the owner of the temple in front of him. Although he was also one of the leaders, the old man in purple knew very well that Mozart's strength was too terrifying. Ordinary kings are ten times a hundred times stronger, especially Mozart is the most incompatible with his reputation. His cultivation is far beyond the level of the current Dragon Emperor and the Pope. In the opening days of the previous sessions, a grumpy mid-stage emperor The strong can't understand Mozart, he speaks rudely, but he is seriously injured by a slap, the emperor has cultivated for 200 years, and because of this, he missed the opening of the tomb twice. If I want to win against that strong man, I have to be at least fifty rounds away, and Mozart, his strength is no longer representative of the emperor.

Mozart smiled, "Wait a little longer, it's not even noon yet, so don't worry." But he was thinking in his heart: Yeyue, you boy, why aren't you here yet? You won't come here until the afternoon, right? kid
The pope glanced at Mozart without a trace in the corner of his eyes, and he was still standing so upright that no one except Mozart noticed his little gesture.

"Are you waiting for Yeyue boy?" Mozart clearly accepted the Pope's meaning, and replied with his eyes, "Yes, that's right."

The two began to communicate silently with their eyes.

Mozart: "Worry, why is Yeyue not here yet? If it doesn't come in a few hours, Yeyue boy will have to wait another hundred years to enter the tomb of God."

Pope: "We have to have confidence in him. Haven't you ever let Ye Xiaozi disappoint you? Haven't you already sent someone to notify you? What's more, the tomb of God won't open until two hours later!"

Mozart made a bitter face: "That's what I said at the beginning, but the opening day of the tomb of the gods in these dozen sessions was opened a few hours in advance, and it opened at [-]:[-] noon earlier."

The Pope rolled his eyes: "In that session, we will do things according to the rules as we agreed at the beginning. With our strength, who dares to be dissatisfied, hehe (the Pope sneered silently)"

At this time, the Dragon Emperor standing next to the Pope noticed the strangeness of the two and joined the silent discussion group.

Dragon Emperor: "What are you two talking about?"

Pope: "I'm talking about why the night moon hasn't arrived yet!"

Dragon Emperor: "When you send people out, tell seniors when the tomb of God will open?" Dragon Emperor is still so respectful to Yeyue.

Mozart: "Afternoon, what's the matter?"

The Dragon Emperor was stunned for a moment, and smiled wryly: "Uh, with senior's character, maybe it's really possible to arrive in the afternoon!"

While the three of them were talking, the time passed by every minute and every second, and the strong people below were still talking about the past, asking for advice, pointing out, and communicating.

Since the battle of ancient gods and demons 2 years ago, most of the scenes in Yunmeng Continent have been happening every 3000 years since [-] years ago, and almost all the top powerhouses have gathered.

There are so many gods of war, gods of various schools, and even the gods of the undead. This also shows from another aspect that the rarity of the gods of the dead with extremely powerful combat effectiveness is one in a few hundred. For those who are super strong, as for the emperor class, no matter what kind of professional cultivator has reached this level, there is no difference in the nature of energy, only the attack methods are different.

Even Yeyue, who was riding the clouds thousands of miles away, could feel the powerful aura of thousands of strong men. On the Yunmeng Continent, which has gone through a fierce battle like the Battle of the Conferred Gods like the Immortal World, there is still this kind of lineup. Even if the strongest three or forty people among these people do not make a move, I can only choose to run for my life. It is difficult for Yeyue to deal with it at the first level, and no one can ignore the threat of the king-level powerhouse if it is less than the emperor level. The quantity can indeed make up for the quality.

Yeyue is not in a hurry, the person who sent the letter said that it will be opened in the afternoon, there is still a little time, let's take a look at the scenery of the west, I can't blame my old Ye, I think Mozart will help me Delay the next bar, hey.

In the Palace of the Holy Empire, Grace stood in the big garden, staring at the elixir in his hand for a long time in a daze, finally heaved a long sigh, called a guard, gave some instructions, walked into a room, and swallowed the elixir .

In the Palace of the Holy Empire, Grace stood in the big garden, staring at the elixir in his hand for a long time in a daze, finally heaved a long sigh, called a guard, gave some instructions, walked into a room, and swallowed the elixir .

Two hours ago, Yeyue came to Grace's room and asked straight to the point: "My father-in-law, your strength didn't come from your own cultivation, did you?"

Grace nodded, "That's right, my aptitude is not very good. It was difficult for me to advance to the ninth level at the age of 35. At that time, during the war between the Holy Empire and other countries, I was anxious and begged my ancestors to help me forcefully improve. Strength, kneeling in front of the ancestral ancestral hall for three days and three nights, the ancestors couldn't bear it, and finally agreed to my request to directly raise my strength to the peak of the god rank, and the price is that I have no hope of being promoted to the king rank for life!"

(End of this chapter)