Mysterious Human Race Emperor

"This……"

Zi Xianyun was a little speechless, so she might as well not ask.

What else can I say?

This is too perverted, right?

At the power level, those who can have three small tribulations are already top figures. As for those who have experienced four small tribulations, they are even more rare, but this young man has a realm once?Doesn't it mean that he has ten small calamities!

At the level of Dongfang Chen, if it weren't for the top three Heavenly Tribulations, he would be unable to hurt himself. Instead, Heavenly Tribulation had become a kind of tempering and good fortune, which could continuously improve one's potential, almost equal to a genius treasure.

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"Break through the realm, I'll go out."

Dongfang Chen stretched his waist, obviously he had just passed through a terrifying catastrophe, but he seemed to have just woken up from a lazy sleep, seeing that the elders and disciples of the surrounding Zifu Holy Land were speechless and sighed a monster.

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The sun is setting in the west, and the remaining clouds are like blood.

Biye City is an ancient city within the jurisdiction of the Tianxing Sect of Zhongzhou. Because it is located on the edge of the desert, there are often horses, bandits and beasts.

More than a hundred miles away from Biye City, there is a sparsely populated small village.

To the east of the small village, there is a barren sand mountain more than a thousand meters high. It is rumored that the mountain is haunted, birds are extinct, and wild animals are kept away.There are many people who don't believe in evil and go to the mountain, but almost all of them disappear without a trace. Even those who don't die will go crazy and die of illness not long after.

Some people say that there is something ominous on that mountain.

At this moment, the yellow sand is long, the crows are screaming strangely, and an old man is sitting at the head of the small village, looking into the distance, fascinated for a long time.

The old man was wearing a rag cloak with a smoking gun in his mouth. His face was filled with deep ravines left by the years, and his eyes were cloudy, giving birth to vicissitudes.

Suddenly, two figures, a man and a woman, walked from the yellow sand to the small village. The old man frowned, exhaled a breath of smoke, and said lightly, "You two, unlike the locals, what are you doing here?"

The young man in white showed a smile.

"Looking for you.".

Chapter 152 The Great Sage of Jinghong·Feng Chengyu!

"Who the hell are you? Are you from the Tianxing Sect?"

The vicissitudes of life old man took a cigarette, knocked the cigarette bag pot on the stone he was sitting on, his eyes were blank, and he said indifferently: "If you have any ability, just take it out, the old man will continue."

"I'm here to help you make up for your past life attachments and return your past life karma."

Dongfang Chen looked at the vicissitudes of life old man with a sigh, and the scene of the encounter that year couldn't help but emerge in his mind...

I can no longer remember that it was the tens of years after the advent of "Troubled Times".

Dongfang Chen has just reached the power of cultivation, and he has a grudge against a sect. He is chased and killed by several powerful disciples led by disciples to a dead end. It is a battle of death.

At this time, on the dusty road, a handsome middle-aged man with a coffin came slowly. His eyes were empty and vicissitudes, full of gloom and death, no nostalgia for life and hope, like a living "Two Seven Zero" The Walking Dead.

Just because of the great power of that sect, he laughed at the coffin on the middle-aged man's back. The middle-aged man's eyes turned cold and he didn't say much. He killed everyone in that sect.

By the way, he let Dongfangchen escape.

It is also fateful, and the two met several times after that.

Once, in the ruined temple on a rainy night, a middle-aged man asked Dongfang Chen: 'Dongfang Chen, I taught you a practice, do you want to learn it?After you learn it, you are the suzerain of the Nine Prisons Demon Sect. In the future, you will find another person to pass on this practice, and don't let it be cut off. '

Dongfang Chen's face was stunned, but he thought that this was good luck, and he still agreed to the middle-aged man's words.As expected, the middle-aged man passed on a world-shattering practice called "Nine Prisons Demonic Art".

With this killing technique, Dongfang Chen smashed all the way through thorns, vertical and horizontal, and there are few rivals in the same realm. With his ruthless means, he was gradually called the Devil Emperor of Nine Prisons.

Nearly a thousand years after the opening of "Troubled Times", when he met a middle-aged man again, the middle-aged man made a mistake in practice and his life span was about to end. He begged Dongfang Chen to bury himself with the person in the coffin, and Dongfang Chen agreed. .

Before dying, the middle-aged man raised his head and roared, "I have been strayed from the road of life and death all my life, and my eyes have seen the ancient and today! My heart goes to the Nine-fold Immortal Road, and I will be buried in the red dust!"

He has been obsessed with finding a path to immortality all his life, and relying on his heaven-defying cultivation base to resurrect the person in the coffin, but he never saw the path to immortality open. In the end, he was buried with the person in the coffin. In that piece of wood he had chosen...

Dongfang Chen once heard a middle-aged man talk about the past. Many years ago, the middle-aged man's cultivation base was sealed. He entered old age and his life expectancy was approaching. Finally, he strayed into a ruin before breaking the seal and obtained the inheritance of the Nine Prison Demon Sect. .However, the ruins also kept him locked up for decades. When he was born again to find the woman in the coffin, she was already dead and became the regret of his life.

At this moment, he is obviously in the period when his cultivation base is sealed. He has not encountered that fate, and his beloved woman has never died.

"Past life perseverance?"

The old man slowly raised his head and looked at Dongfang Chen, with a strange smile on his dry face, "Do young people nowadays like to talk nonsense?"

On the other hand, Shen Ming said lightly: "You are originally a powerful cultivation base in the seventh realm, but your cultivation base has been sealed by the strong, and your vitality is gradually withering. If you don't lift the seal, you will not have a few more years."

The old man frowned, "Aren't you from the Tianxing Sect?"

If you are really from the Tianxing Sect, there is no need to pretend that you don't know about the seal.

"I don't come from any sect." Dongfang Chen smiled.

"Interesting person."

The old man got up, put the bong back into his back, leaned on a broken wooden stick that was greasy to the touch, and started to walk, trembling, "Come and have a cup of tea at my house."

Looking at the old man's back, Dongfang Chen smiled and said, "The tea he brews is good, and he hasn't had it for almost a thousand years."

"A thousand years?"

Shen Ming rolled his eyes and said, 'You fool!You are not even twenty! '