Talisman Emperor

Jianzhua stone tablet front.

Chen Xi's hand held the star stone running the "Zhou Tianxing's Art of Killing and Forging", pounding the power of the star shake rushed between the flesh and skin membranes, such as dragon-like dragons, roaring and roaring.

On his spine, a witchcraft appeared hidden, like tens of millions of live flexibly appearing earthworms winding in it, approaching the center of the spine, gathering, stacking, penetrating... Boom!

Like a new shell, hundreds of millions of witchcraft gather together to form a weathered mountainous nebula pattern, suddenly fading away, with a cool and heavy atmosphere.

Chen Xi only felt his head buzz, the next moment seemed to arrive in the Tai Ancient era, the earth was desolate, the vast and thick land was infinite, everywhere the earth was yellow, and he and the earth were linked, turned into a mountain, a peak that stood in the ground, deeply rooted, solid, dazzling, hundreds of millions of years without extinction.

“The five lines of heaven and earth, the thick earth as the basis, the source of all things, there is no escape, Houde as the carrier...” God's soul knows the sea, the ancient statue of the immortal Volkswagen is magnified by the supernatant light, with hundreds of millions of millions of millions of millions of lights, a vast stream of Xuan 'o ideas poured into Chen Xi's mind.

“It turns out it's a dirt witch print…” Chen Xi's heart was unmistakably happy.

Wow! Wow!

Between the musculoskeletal bones of the whole body, a cool and thick mysterious force emerged, like the ancient and barbaric smell, flushing the flesh over and over again, washing the musculoskeletal bones, Chen Xi only felt a strange force regrowth, like the burgeoning river water after the storm, deepening and deepening.

Knock, knock!

Three days later, two of Chen Xi's hands were enough to cultivate two months of star rock, crushing it to its end. And he woke up from his luck, and his eyes flashed with a deep, spacious, pure and soft glow.

“The star chart, gathering witchcraft, transforming witchcraft... has finally advanced the refinery to the Purple House realm! ”

Chen Xi stood violently, his body shook, and the current strip of muscle beat like a python snake, rising outward, shook the ear waves, blowing the yellow sand dust on the ground, this is purely the strength of the muscle, without a point of true application.

At this moment, Chen Xi suddenly had a feeling that his whole body of muscles, can be soft into a cotton, can also be hard into a piece of steel, the whole person became a thousand hammers and refined beef bars, even if he stretched his body, there was nothing at all, stretching like this, the innate realm, and then cultivation could not have such elasticity!

“The Purple House of Refinery realm, as long as it is not stabbed through the head and heart by the enemy, is equivalent to immortality! ”

Feeling the obvious changes in his body, Chen Ti is very satisfied, think about it, running the physical force, between the cortex of the flesh, burst out a cool and shaky force, this force like a clear sky, like a clear, smoke like cloud, if it is hidden, mysterious.

This is the witchcraft that the Refinery can possess!

Boom!

Fiercely punched the witch and punched him in the right hand, striking him to the ground.

Suddenly, there is an extra three or four feet of fist prints on the ground. Chen Xiao feels the power of this fist. At least ten times more powerful than before, it can smash a step by step magic!

“What I draw is the power of the stars, the power of the accumulated earth witchcraft transformed, thick and concentrated, with sharp and crystalline characteristics, and I don't know what the second witchcraft will become. Unfortunately," The Art of Sunday Slaughter and Forging "can only be practiced to the Purple House realm. The power behind it must be in the hands of Senior Seasonal Emperor. It seems that God would oblige me to enter the cave..."

If Chen Xiao had thought about it, he hadn't noticed, but he had just punched out his witchcraft power and flashed a strange fluctuating rhythm on the stone tablet next to the sword mound.

“Senior Seasonal Yu must have waited a long time. Now my gas refining body has the purple land to repair it. I think that the ban on falling on Jade can no longer prevent me from entering. ”

Chen Xiao looked at the jade falling in the flesh of his palms and was waiting to find out. His heart burst out with a tingling palpitation. He looked down and almost frightened his soul away.

I saw a black hole at my feet, like a whirlpool, spinning silently.

Buzz!

Chen Xiao only felt dark in front of him. His whole body was pulled off by a huge force towards the ground, and he could not resist.

Boom!

Shortly after Chen Xi disappeared on the ground, the 100-height stone tablet fell into the whirlpool black hole and disappeared completely.

Hurricanes raging, sandstorms roaring, almost winking kung fu, have been covered by thick yellow sand and no traces of Chen Ti, Sword Tomb stone tablets can be found.

Not knowing how long later, Chen Ti's eyes changed, the heavens and the earth rotated, all the pressure disappeared, and when he opened his eyes, he actually appeared in an empty hall.

The hall is vast and magnificent, but desolate, full of ancient traces, broken tables and chairs, steps and stone columns.

But more are... corpses!

Chen Xiao was right, the palace is full of white bones, all over the place, white bones, some of the remaining sword clothes have decayed and shattered.

“Are all these white bones trapped here without windows and doors around this hall?” Chen Xi looked straight into his heart.

Clicking, as soon as Chen Xigang lifted his foot, he stepped on a white skeleton, which seemed to decay and gently turned into powder.

“How did this happen? Have these white bones been dead for years? ”

Chen Xiyi shocked himself. There is no doubt that it is the monks who are able to come in here, and the monks have a long life. Even if the flesh rots, the bones can remain for a long time. These white bones break as soon as they step on them, and they have obviously died for countless years!

Clicking and clicking, Chen Xi roamed the entire palace, trying to find some valuable clues, he doesn't look like he was locked up here alive.

There are all kinds of dead people here, and they don't seem to come in the same batch, some are old, some have stiff bones, and they come in many different shades, as can be seen from some clothes with different degrees of decay.

Even some clothes are fabric, made from a variety of celestial treasures, but they are old enough to withstand the erosion of time and become rotten.

Choke!

Chen Xi picked up a rusty long sword in a pile of white bones, and just picked it up, it fell to the ground as debris. Unfortunately, this sword is obviously an extremely powerful magic treasure, but over time, it has also turned into flying ash, drifting and spraying, turning into a dust on the ground.

Decay… immortality… between heaven and earth, who can win eternal life and live forever?

Chen Xi looked around and his mind was annihilated by a cold, helpless emotion.

Practicing all the way, nothing, long and long, can walk for many months before feathering heavenly fairies, for all eternity?

Brothers can survive for thousands or tens of thousands of years, but if they cannot survive the heavy heavenly robbery, they will still turn into a glass of loess soil, and the ashes will disappear.

Is it so easy to say that you live with the heavens and the earth?

Chen Xiao shook his head and suddenly felt excited. He didn't want to do anything, nothing had happened in years. But even as he was shocked, he struggled from this cold and silent emotion, and his mind was already frightened.

“Who! My heart has already been hammered so hard that so many negative emotions can arise, obviously someone is acting strange in the dark! ”

Tight in Chen Xixi's heart, eight Xuanzhengfei swords rallied around his body, while at the same time guarding himself around.

Whoo!

In the empty palace, a gust of wind blew the white bones on the ground, creeping.

“Oh, you're awake from silence so soon? ”

A young, bright voice sounded, accompanied by a voice, a three-inch dwarf dressed in white, starred swordbrow, with a handsome face, appeared in front of Chen Ti, he sat halfway in the sky, his body appeared smaller and smaller, like a thumb.

Chen Xi couldn't help but darken himself. He didn't even realize how this handsome little man approached himself! You know, there are eight swords around you!

“Put away these broken copper irons. If I wanted to hurt you, I'm afraid you'd be dead by now.” The handsome little man held his chest in his arms and said arrogantly, his voice was full of disdain.

“Who are you? ”

Chen Xiao also knows that this little thing can ignore the defense of eight Xuan Zhi Fei swords, instantly appeared in front of himself, it is also useless to defense, immediately retrieve the flying sword, but his heart is extremely vigilant, the tired white bones here, it may be that this little guy killed him.

“I?”

The handsome little man seemed to have been tickled to the itch, his spirit vibrated, he stood up, his hands carrying his back, his white clothes floating, and he held on: “I am the soul of the ancient silenced sword, following my master to cut off demons and exorcise the demons, and I am the only one in the world, you can call me a spiritual white man. ”

Chen Xiao felt a little funny, listening to a three-inch tall little man bragging about how powerful he was, it always felt a little funny.

“Hey, aren't you shocked?” The handsome little man frowned and scolded.

“Shocked? Shocked by what?” Chen Xiao was stunned.

Handsome little man with a blush on his forehead: “I said so much, didn't you say a word quite clear? ”

“Listen carefully, you are the soul of the ancient Silent Sword, called the Spiritual White Man, by the way, did you pick this nickname yourself?” Chen Xiao nodded and said casually.

“My nickname…” The handsome little man covered his forehead with a painful face: “How can you do this? I am the soul of the Silent Sword. ”

“Well, it does sound amazing.” Chen Xi nodded again.

The handsome little man was stiff and almost fell from the air. His face was as dark as the bottom of a pot. He bit his teeth and cut them: "Too much, damn, damn! Others went into the silence of the sword mound, nothing less than to pay tribute to me, bow my head and worship, eager for me to point out some swordsmanship, what about you, say my own nickname, say that I seem to be amazing... is there such an insult? ”

“The Silence of the Sword Tomb?” Chen Xiao looked around in amazement.

The handsome little man's cheek twitched for a while, and he couldn't hold his anger in his heart any longer. He growled: “Don't change the subject, it's very rude! ”

Chen Xiao apologized: "Well, it's my fault. You're really good, you say. ”

“Isn't that an attitude?” The handsome little man was like being drained, sitting halfway up in the air, crying.