All realms start from the emperor

Chapter 40 seal again
"The power of the ancient corpse may have reached the level of a false god, but because it is sealed, it can only emit the strength of the eight-step emperor."

Ying Hao looked solemnly at the ancient corpse below.

"We can only rely on this treasure."

Ying Hao turned over and jumped, reaching out his hand to grab the extremely fast streamer.

But it was always blocked by a force.

"what happened?"

"Is it"

The holy power in Yinghao's hands flowed like wind blades, and flew behind the second patriarch of the Xiao family in an instant.

"I will lend you a drop of blood."

Hit out with one palm.

"puff!"

The second patriarch of the Xiao family spit out a mouthful of blood.

"You are despicable, you are shameless! You sneak attack, me."

"So much bullshit."

Ying Hao ignored him, took the blood essence, jumped, and floated high in the air again, grabbing the flying treasure.

This time it was miraculously held!
"Sure enough, this treasure can only be used by members of the direct Xiao family."

Upon closer inspection, this treasure turned out to be a scarlet sword.

"Excalibur? It's still being conceived, and it will be here soon."

Ying Hao exclaimed.

"Sword out!"

Ying Hao controlled the red long sword and flew towards the ancient corpse of the Xiao family.

The ancient corpse seemed to have a spirituality. When it saw the sword, it let out a roar, as if it wanted to avoid the sword.

But he failed.

The sword was inserted straight into the neck of the ancient corpse.

"Zizzi."

There was a burning sound of steam.

"Ow!"

The ancient corpse let out an angry howl.

A slap greets Ying Hao.

"How can it be useless, is it because there is not enough blood?"

Ever since, Ying Hao dodged the huge palm of the ancient corpse, and carried the second ancestor of the Xiao family into the air.

"puff!"

"puff!"

"puff!"

A mouthful of blood spat out from the mouth of the second patriarch of the Xiao family.

After a few waves, the second ancestor's face turned pale, as if he had lost blood.

After being irrigated with blood, the Excalibur's radiance soared, and at the same time, the excess blood flowed into the bronze coffin.

The entire formation is activated.

The Yin-Yang Nine-Escape Formation was stronger than before, and at the same time, red chains tied the ancient corpse, and scorching flames burst out from the chains. There were [-] chains in total, and they dragged him into the coffin.

The ancient corpse was sealed again.

"Impossible, impossible!"

The second patriarch of the Xiao family stood there blankly, as if stunned.

The Holy Gate of Longevity was originally half-lifed, but half of it was wiped out by his ancient corpse.

The Holy Gate of Longevity is completely destroyed today.

"Just by you, you are also worthy of the title of Patriarch."

Ying Hao looked at him contemptuously, shook his hand, and endless holy power rushed towards the second patriarch of the Xiao family.

"what!!"

In less than a while, the second ancestor of the Xiao family blew himself up and died.

"Please, don't kill me, don't kill me!"

The remaining ancestors knelt on the ground shamelessly, begging Ying Hao for forgiveness.

"Your hands are full of sinful blood, I spare your lives, God will not allow it."

"Thousand Pan."

"Yes."

"give it to you."

Accompanied by screams, all the ancestors whose cultivation had been sealed died on the spot, and the Sect of Longevity was completely extinct, and of course more than half of them were killed by that ancient corpse.

"Master, look, there is a palace below."

"Oh?"

Just as Ying Hao was indulging in the pleasure of upgrading, he heard Jiang Qianpan's words and looked under the coffin, and there was an entrance hidden.

"Go, go in and have a look."

Ying Hao turned the area around thousands of miles into a restricted zone, and no one was allowed to enter.

The master and apprentice came to the entrance.

On the rusty copper plaque on the top of the black temple are two ancient inscriptions.

It can be analyzed with mental power, it is the word "burial of blood".

"Could it be left by the ancestors of the Xiao family?" Jiang Qianpan asked confused.

Ying Hao said: "There is such a possibility! The first ancestor of the Xiao family had four disciples. In order to rob the Master's Supreme Treasure Temple, a fierce battle broke out in Zhongzhou and turned it into ruins. The core main hall was destroyed by two It is entirely possible for disciples to bury the blood and take it away and place it underground in the family."

"If this is the case, this place must be extremely dangerous. Any means of staying in the existence of the gods will not be able to stop creatures like us."

Jiang Qianpan looked at Ying Hao who was walking on the steps step by step, worried, and chased after him.

Ying Hao naturally understands the horror of a god's core main hall, not to mention them, the gods must be careful when they come.

Walk into the palace gate.

In the hall, there is no inner world, it is just a big hall.

The hall is vast and thousands of feet deep.

A group of everlasting light, in the depths of the hall, illuminates the darkness, and the dust floating in the air can be seen.

"Why is there nothing in the temple, is it really a place where a god stayed? However, the immortal energy is very strong, and it is a treasured place for cultivation."

"Bang bang!"

Jiang Qianpan knocked on the wall with the tip of his sword, trying to find the secret room.

Ying Hao said: "Don't touch it!"

Ying Hao thought: "The material of this temple is very special. After some sacrifices, you should be able to refine it into a temple of your own. Using the temple of gods to refine your own temple, the defense must be strong."

"Master, there are murals on the wall." Jiang Qianpan said.

The walls are uneven and have ancient pictures engraved on them.

It's a starry sky!
The stars are as inexhaustible as the mud and sand of the Ganges River, and the clusters of nebulae are in various poses and with different expressions. They are obviously only stone carvings, but they give people the illusion of nine colors.

Ying Hao just glanced at it, and his consciousness was pulled into a boundless starry sky.

In the starry sky, the stars are neatly arranged and connected in a straight line to the end of the universe, like a sword that cuts the sky, and like a dragon roaming the world.

Before he could understand the mystery in detail, Ying Hao had a splitting headache, his consciousness returned to his body, and he quickly looked away, not daring to look at the stone wall again.

Both Jiang Qianpan and Ying Hao were big men with pale complexions.

"Your consciousness has also been pulled into a starry sky?" Ying Hao asked.

Jiang Qianpan nodded.

"It's such a powerful mural, it exhausted my mental power in just a few moments, and I don't know what's hidden in it." Ying Hao swallowed the elixir to restore mental power, sat down cross-legged, and recuperated.

Ying Hao's mental power is strong, he recovered quickly, and observed the stone wall again.

This time, he was much more cautious and deliberately fixed his consciousness.

On the top of the stone wall, seven ancient inscriptions were found that were the same as the word "buried blood" outside.

"Constellation of Stars and Pearls!" she read.

When Ying Hao saw the seven ancient texts, his heart was shocked. It turned out that this stone carving was actually a supernatural power of a god.

What is the Supreme Treasure of the Gods?

This is the divine treasure!
It should be noted that after cultivating supernatural powers to a certain level, coupled with the blessing of the profound meaning, one can touch the divine weapon with bare hands.

In other words, the value of a kind of supernatural power is even more than any artifact, fairy weapon, that is one's own power.

Because there is only one divine weapon, but supernatural powers can be cultivated by many people.

However, it is as difficult as reaching the sky to cultivate supernatural powers to the point where you can touch the divine weapon.Even if the gods are alive, if they train them in person, they will not be able to train a few.

But artifacts are much easier to control.

Since ancient times, a total of five artifacts have been handed down from the world of Qiankun.But the supernatural powers have been lost.

"It's a pity I can't take it away! This temple was fixed in this time and space by the second disciple of the ancestor of the Xiao family. The material of this wall is amazing, it is a divine substance, and with our cultivation, we cannot separate it." Ying Hao regretted road.

"But it can be rubbed down." Ying Hao said.

Rubbing scrolls and murals themselves are naturally very different.

But something is better than nothing, and Jiang Qianpan was not ambiguous at all. When Ying Hao said it, he immediately rubbed several volumes.

"Master, look, there is also a mural on the opposite side." Jiang Qianpan said.

Ying Hao stared at it for a moment, and said: "It looks like a formation, so mysterious and complicated, why did Zunxue engrave the diagram of a formation on the stone wall?"

Ying Hao instinctively felt that this formation was by no means simple.

It can be engraved in the palace of the gods, and can be juxtaposed with the visualization of Qianxing Lianzhu, how can it be simple?
Until, when he came in front of the group leader's indelible light, he was awakened by Jiang Qianpan's voice: "Who is this dead bone?"

Ying Hao looked intently, and saw a ten-foot-high iceberg standing in front of him.

The iceberg did not emit cold air, it seemed to be a solidified form after the space was frozen.

In the iceberg, sitting cross-legged was a skinny old man in Taoist robes, with disheveled hair, concave eyes and pointed nose, and extremely long nails.The Taoist robe was stained with blood, and the blood flowed from the heart, staining the ground red.

Even though he was frozen by the iceberg, Ying Hao could still feel the terrific aura in his body. It seemed that Emperor Jiubu was even more frightening and suffocating.

Could it be the corpse of a god? !
I really wonder if he will suddenly come back to life, break out of the ice, and kill them here like crushing bugs.

While Ying Hao was carefully observing his surroundings, Jiang Qianpan walked around to the front of the iceberg without hesitation, stared down, and said, "His heart has been taken away!"

Jiang Qianpan raised his sword, circulated the holy energy, and wanted to test the water.

"Don't mess around! Even if you want to break the ice, don't be so barbaric."

Ying Hao looked at the heart of the old man in the Taoist robe in the ice, there was indeed a huge blood hole there, and in the blood hole was a crystal-clear divine source.

The eternal light that illuminates the temple emanates from this divine source.

"This is the blood of the second disciple of the ancestor of the Xiao family!" Ying Hao said.

Jiang Qianpan said: "How did Master know?"

Ying Hao said: "Among the four great disciples of the ancestors of the Xiao family, only blood burial and Taoism are practiced. He is wearing a Taoist robe with a blood dragon swallowing the sky embroidered on the collar. Who is it?"

"So that's how it is, Master is so knowledgeable."

Jiang Qianpan took a look and suddenly realized.

Ying Hao would not say that this is what the system told him.

"Look, before this life, he wrote regret on the ground with blood." Ying Hao said.

In front of the Taoist-robed old man in the ice, there are fifteen consecutive words of regret, all written in blood.

In addition, four blood pictures were drawn crookedly.

It's very simple and can be understood at a glance.

The first blood picture, drawn most seriously, is a portrait.

The second picture of blood shows a heart.

The third blood map is a star map.

The fourth picture of blood shows a scarlet sword.

Jiang Qianpan said with emotion: "The four apprentices rioted in Zhongzhou, deceiving the master and destroying the ancestors. It is a heinous crime. It is rare to be able to repent before dying. This first blood picture should be the ancestor of the Xiao family."

"The second picture should be the source of the gods, just like the source of the gods."

"The fourth picture is actually the sword. I knew that the sword was not simple."

"That's what the third one is, a star map, what's the use?"

When Ying Hao was talking to himself, he was puzzled.

The mural above the head blooms with endless light.

It stabbed the two of them so hard that they couldn't open their eyes.

(End of this chapter)