God Of Martial Arts

The bodies of the crowd were constantly fluctuating. Those talented people looked at Lin Feng on the platform one by one and took a deep breath. Unexpectedly, the only one who boarded the platform and sat on the throne today would be Lin Feng, not the more famous genius in the main city of eighteen days, nor the strong king.

"What are they doing?" Some people have noticed the people of the Holy Spirit Dynasty. These beauties actually kneel on one knee, facing the direction of the platform. What does the holy throne mean to the Holy Spirit dynasty? Is there any secret in it? What's more, is it meaningful for the Holy Spirit emperor to open the platform and invite the talented people who came to Qitian imperial capital to ascend the altar?

The terrible pressure spread, spread in the whole void, only to see this piece of fairyland, in the void suddenly appeared many strong figures, these people one by one breath surging to the extreme, the momentum in the eyes was startling.

One of them looked at all the people and said calmly, "Today my holy spirit Emperor invited all the geniuses to come and have a look. This is the end of it. You go now."

After the guests!

Lin Feng sat on the seat of the holy emperor. The Holy Spirit emperor began to chase guests and let them leave. At this time, many of them didn't step on the platform. They were very depressed. But I'm afraid it's impossible to be the same as Lin Feng. Otherwise, there won't be such a big disturbance in the Holy Spirit Dynasty Generations of people in the imperial dynasty did not necessarily appear, so it was so turbulent.

"Goodbye." Since the Holy Spirit emperor said so, they took a look at Lin Feng on the holy emperor's seat, and then they flickered away.

They did not leave for the moment, but snow princess looked at the strong man in the void and said, "master, Lin Feng is a guest invited by the emperor. We will wait for him here."

"Snow girl, you can rest assured that my holy spirit emperor will not rob those who are invited by your heaven sent emperor. Naturally, they will let him go back. However, you need to leave him a little time here, so you can go back first." The people of the Holy Spirit Dynasty knew the idea of flying snow, and said to her, I saw that the snow looked twinkling, still a little uneasy.

"I'll stay here." Just listen to dream feeling slowly say, that the strong of the Holy Spirit imperial court looks to dream feeling, way: "what relation do you have with him?"

"I'm his wife. Where is Lin Feng? Where am I?" Dream feeling calm said.

"Well, you can stay." The strong man spoke quietly.

"Mengqing, be careful." Hou Qinglin gave a command to Meng Qing, and Meng Qing Lin nodded slightly. Then they left together. If the Holy Spirit emperor really wanted to do something harmful to Lin Feng, they couldn't stop it. However, they believed that the Holy Spirit dynasty would not be so shameless and did not dare to do so.

At this time, Lin Feng's eyes were slightly closed. At the moment when he sat on the emperor's seat, his thoughts crossed time and space, as if he had come to the ancient times.

He turned into an illusory spirit and stood in the void of ancient times. This is an ancient dynasty with solemn momentum and simple heaviness. Even though the buildings have collapsed, they are still unyielding, as if showing the breath of the supreme king. Everywhere, there are ruins.

"In Qitian Shengchao, all saints coexist, and they jointly maintain this ancient holy Dynasty. For generations, the sages are there, and the sages will never die, and the heaven and earth will never die." A faint sound floated into Lin Feng's mind, as if telling an ancient legend, just like the sound of sighing that resounded in his mind not long ago, with a trace of sadness, it seemed that he felt some sadness, and felt sad for the decline and destruction of the ancient holy Dynasty.

At this time, in front of Lin Feng, in addition to the ancient and incomparable holy court, there are also strong men in front of him. Those who are fighting with death, the sky is falling apart, the universe is in turmoil, one finger is destroying the void, the other is cracking a space with one fist, which makes people feel shocked.

"It's a great power. It's never seen before." Lin Feng's heart trembled slightly. He saw an old strong man blow out a fist, which seemed to turn into ninety-nine changes. Each change was a terrible killing move. The sky fell apart and finally condensed into a whole body. It turned into an ancient and unique magic skill, beyond the power of the Tao.

However, Lin Feng could not feel the breath, nor could he hear the terrible voice of the earth breaking. He could only watch it happen as a bystander.

"The sages coexist. Although there are constant contradictions, they all maintain the immortality of this ancient holy Dynasty. They have the common insistence. Therefore, for countless years, the Qitian Shengchao has been standing on this continent. However, all these things were broken with its appearance. All the people of martial arts are pursuing the ultimate of martial arts, and the sages are no exception. They have not reached the end point, too many The saints spent that day and day, seeing that they could not break the shackles and become the most powerful existence. The torment of those years made them feel empty and painful. They watched their descendants grow up from generation to generation, which seemed to be their only comfort. "

Lin Feng seems to be listening to an old story, listening to the story with the meaning of vicissitudes, his heart seems to have a sense of loneliness, the ancient saints have endless years, almost immortal existence, they have experienced generation after generation, watching the world change, but they can not go forward to step that step, it is indeed a sad feeling.What is the appearance of the so-called "it" in the sound?

"It changed everything. It gave the saints hope. However, it also led the saints step by step into the abyss of destruction. At last, the contradictions were intensified to the strongest. There was no trust among the saints. Until the war broke out, all the people attacked each other and no longer trusted each other's existence, just to control it in their own hands. This is a battle without a winner The ancient pilgrimage turned into endless rubble, and the lives of the saints finally came to an end. They were no longer lonely. They seemed to get rid of it. However, when they saw the despair and hatred of their descendants, they finally realized that they were wrong

A sigh rings in Lin Feng's mind. This ancient story coincides with the rumors of the outside world. The saints finally repent after the destruction of the war. They sealed up the relics and let the later generations twist together again to revive the holy Dynasty. However, their wishes were finally defeated.

"All the saints know that their repentance can no longer change the disintegration of the holy Dynasty. The ancient holy pilgrimages jointly opened up by them will perish. Perhaps, only some of them can be preserved. Therefore, all the saints have left something for future generations. In addition to the relics jointly sealed by the saints, there are also their own ancient relics, just like the place where you are now, the holy platform This is the remains I left for future generations. I don't know how many years it will take. You will come and open the ruins. "

Lin Feng's heart thumped when he heard this. The ruins, so it is. No wonder when he ascended the platform, he felt that he was facing a real living saint. It seemed that he was really so.

"This holy platform is made of my body, my flesh and my soul. Only when you sit on my holy chair can you open up this space. When you come here and witness the ancient battle of the saints, you are entitled to witness the battle of the saints, because you who can come here will also become a holy king in the future. You must be yourself Never doubt, or you won't come here. "

"I don't know if you are my descendant or not, whether my holy spirit royal lineage is still preserved. Of course, if the Holy Spirit Empire really does not exist, it is also your chance to come here. I hope that if you have a chance to meet the Holy Spirit royal family, you can give them some care. If you are my holy spirit royal family, it will be better."

The voice came out again, which made Lin Feng feel that the holy capital of Qitian, those ancient relics, were probably the relics left by the sages?

And the condition for opening these ancient relics may be that they need to be extremely gifted and can become the talent of saints.

"Well, this battle will be printed in your memory, and I will no longer exist." A sound of relief came out, and then Lin Feng felt that the endless ancient battlefield began to rush into his body. At this moment, Lin Feng's head seemed to burst, and his body kept shaking.

In the outside world, the powerful people of the Holy Spirit Dynasty witnessed everything in front of them, and their hearts were pounding. In the past, the battles among the saints affected too much. Not only did the saints fall, but also many powerful descendants died. Even some ancient relics were sealed up, which led to the decline of the holy Dynasty for a period of time. It was not until many years later that it recovered its vitality, but it failed to open up The glory of the ancient saints, and this platform, which they tried in the Holy Spirit Dynasty for countless talents, could not really get the approval of their ancestors. Even if some top figures stepped on the platform, they still could not go to the holy chair.

Did not expect, today, an outsider, did!