The Hardest Opening System in History

In the Thunder Palace, the ruins of the Immortal Palace, the thunder was deafening, but the killing was silent.

The thunder python that tore through the void, every time it swallowed the monk who flees on the ground, it melted too quickly without making any sound, and it was because of this silent and breathless spike that made people feel extremely scared.

"Well, what is going on, aren't we the chosen ones? Why are we killed so randomly?"

A voice of infinite fear came from the mouth of the young man in Jinyi, and then in the depths of his pupils, countless thunder pythons pounced outwards, like the punishing thunder, falling straight down, ruthlessly swallowing the surroundings. The blood origin of these thunder attribute monks.

Every time the Thunder Python absorbs the thunder blood of a monk, the figure in the thunderstorm and the thunder rune on the burly body will light up, and at the same time, the extremely violent aura will burst out.

And just in the time the young man in Jinyi said this sentence, there were also a large number of fleeing monks, who were refined into the origin of thunder bloodline, and then were ruthlessly absorbed.

In the blink of an eye, a monk who had taken the lead in fleeing backward was almost completely swept away, so that those monks who had already run a short distance stopped one after another and started to run back.

"I don't want to die yet, I'm still young, I want to be a fairy!"

More and more frightened voices came from the young man in Jinyi. Then he turned around and raised his hand as if thinking of something, trying to grab the mysterious old man who suddenly appeared next to him.

For him at this time, the old man was undoubtedly the last straw, but he caught a lot of time, because the purple-clothed old man, at some point, stepped towards the center of the temple.

"Old sir, you?"

The young man in Jinyi hadn't heard the cry, and the old voice of the old man in front of him passed directly:

"Is this holy court really so bold?"

This speech, with infinite power, sounded by young people not far behind, even more ear-sounding than the thunder roaring in front.

Then the young man who had fallen into boundless despair abruptly swallowed the words that continued to speak, just staring at the back of the old man dancing in purple clothes in front of him.

"At a certain period in the fairy palace, because the cultivation has reached the limit, some heavenly immortals who have broken through without ignorance, or whose younger generations have declined, began to use their brains and developed a taboo technique."

After he finished speaking, the purple-clothed old man squinted his eyes and stared at the burly figure bathed in thunder in front of him, and a cold voice came out:

"In the ancient times, before the death of the great monk, most people would pass on their lifetime inheritance, including the seeds of cultivation, and enclose them in their natal tools.

"Generally speaking, only the direct descendants can get this part of the inheritance. From then on, on the path of practice, if there is a godly help, in other words, this effect is very similar to that of a thing, that is, Dao blood!"

After the word "Blood" came out, for some reason, the robes of the purple-clothed old man danced more violently, and even heard an inscrutable grin. In the eyes of the young man in Jin-clothed at the back, the figure of the old man seemed to be One inch grew up, and then the old voice continued:

"How precious is Dao blood, so there are some immortal palace monks who call themselves tomb-diggers, who specialize in collecting the natal tools of the dying major repairs, and then sell them to some monks with ulterior motives.

"The latter uses the same origin bloodline as a guide to create boundless killings, and forcibly deceive the will of the natal Dao artifacts that have fallen and overhauled, so as to obtain the inheritance hidden in the Dao artifacts.

"This technique almost has to kill all blood of the same origin in order to get a chance to impact the will of the natal device. This is undoubtedly a forbidden technique!"

The word forbidden technique came out, and the purple-clothed old man stopped, raised his head, and stared at the center of the dark hall in front of the heavy shield that floated in the thunder tornado, and the invisible voice came out again:

"His Majesty the Immortal once ordered that those who perform this forbidden technique without authorization will be tortured for eternity and must not be overborn. I did not expect that so many years after the collapse of the fairy palace, the descendants of the immortal gods who have blood connections would be so slaughtered."

After this word fell, a faint aura began to emerge from the body of Maharajah Zhongtian, and this aura had just emerged, the holy court monk who was covered in thunder pythons in front of him suddenly turned around and sent out. With a roar:

"who is it?"

With the monk's turning around, his terrifying face appeared in front of everyone in front of him, and the facial features on this person's face were all melted away because of the overpowering thunderous backlash.

Instead, it was a group of squirming purple blood clots. Within the blood clots, resentment was soaring, as if something was crazily dented and raised inside, containing countless souls whose blood was drawn away.

"boom!"

After the hoarse and cold roar came out, all the thunder in the entire dark hall began to roll up and down like boiling water. At the same time, the thunder pythons on the body of the burly holy court cultivator raised their heads together. , Opened his sharp mouth, roared and roared.

"No matter how you appear in this temple, you can't stop this seat. This seat is only one step away from success. The new realm you dream of will open in front of this seat. You and these people will die. !"

This roar that was louder than the roar of the thunder echoed back and forth, and at the same time the thunder snake above the figure's body dissipated part of it again.

In the next instant, on the ground in front of him, the panicked monk was instantly melted again, one after another completely disappeared, turned into a small drop of purple blood, and was swallowed in one bite.

Then, between the thunderstorms, another extremely large thunder snake appeared. Between the roars, he rushed towards the purple-clothed old man below, and at the same time, the burly holy monk whose thunder rune almost covered his entire body, raised his right hand and stretched it out. He stretched upward a little bit, trying to hold the heavy shield floating on that side.

"This inheritance of Lei Xian in the ancient fairy palace belongs to this seat, and no one can stop it!"

The roaring sound came out again from the shadow of the figure under the thunder, and then the ground of the entire dark hall cracked inch by inch, and countless thunder bursts out, directly turning this huge hall into the most terrifying thunder hell.

The earth cracked and the thunder snake was surging. Then the young man in Jin Yi desperately trying to get up from the ground closed his eyes and let out a cry:

"I'm dying!"

A few breaths after the voice fell, the pain that was originally expected did not come. This made the young man carefully opened his eyes, but he was ecstatic to discover that a purple gas mask appeared around him at some unknown time. .

And under this inconspicuous air cover, the dense surrounding thunder was blocked.

At the same time, the old man dancing in purple clothes appeared in the center of the dark hall at some unknown time.

Then the old man began to shuttle between the thunder and the thunder, step by step, appearing in the center of the sky vortex!

"Wind, rain, thunder and lightning, frost, snow, and rainbow, the natal device of one of the Eight Immortals of the Immortal Palace, how can it belong to you?"