Eternal Sacred King Chapter 429: The stone breaks the sky, and the palace of the emperor appears!
The battle for relics has ended, and the biggest winner is Danyangmen.
There were more than a thousand Danyangmen disciples in the ancient battlefield, and there were more than 400 people left in the end!
Without any accident, these four hundred people could safely return to Danyang Gate.
Xiao Ning successfully accepted the inheritance, opened the alchemy hall, and obtained countless ancient alchemy books.
Bringing these ancient books back to Danyang Gate will surely increase the prestige and status of Danyang Gate.
The next day, the Danyang Gate, Qianhe Gate, Tomb Sect, Puppet Sect, and other large and small sect forces all left here and returned to Xuantian City.
In this trip to the ancient battlefield, most of the monks have achieved their goals.
In the next period of time, everyone will choose to practice in Xuantian City with peace of mind, and will not leave until the expiration of one year.
Su Zimo also began to retreat, attacking the seventh spiritual vein.
Time passed slowly, and in a blink of an eye, Su Zimo had been in the ancient battlefield for half a year.
A few days ago, he had just opened up the seventh spiritual vein, and his strength improved again.
As long as he continues to practice, Su Zimo may cultivate to the pinnacle of the foundation building of the seven veins before leaving the ancient battlefield.
After returning to the Great Zhou, taking the perfect open pulse pill, he will have the opportunity to open up the eighth spiritual channel and become a foundation-building monk who penetrates the eight channels of the odd meridian!
The connection of the eight veins means the great perfection of the foundation-building realm, and it will become the golden core!
Furthermore, when the golden core is condensed, there must be visions to follow each other!
Of course, this is on the premise that everything goes well.
The way of comprehension, no one can guarantee a smooth journey, and no one can predict what changes will happen in the middle.
On this day, the sky suddenly flashed thunder and rumbling, and a heart-palpiting, terrifying pressure, instantly descended on the ancient battlefield!
Everyone is dead!
Time seems to freeze.
All the creatures in the ancient battlefield, whether they are ancient relics or pure-blooded fierce beasts, lie on the ground honestly, silent as a chill, with endless fear in their eyes.
This is the fear from ancient times. Although it is far away, it is deeply rooted and indelible.
Everywhere in the ancient battlefield, the descendants of the major super sects on the Heavenly Desolate Continent appeared one after another, came into the air, looked up, and their faces were shocked.
Countless monks woke up from the retreat and left one after another.
In Xuantian City, whether it is Danyang Gate, Qianhe Gate, Tomb Sect, Puppet Sect.
At this moment, all the monks felt it and came to the long street, on the roof, in mid-air, looking far away.
Many monks looked horrified and dumbfounded.
Even Uncle Liang, who is the sealer, opened his mouth wide, and an incredible light burst out in his eyes.
At the very center of the sky, the wind and clouds change suddenly!
Dark clouds are densely covered, and the sea of clouds is rolling and surging, slowly rotating, forming a huge black cloud vortex, which is extremely shocking.
In this sea of clouds, there are waves of thunder and lightning snakes, densely packed, and in the sea of clouds, an ocean of thunder and lightning is formed.
The closer you get to the center of the vortex, the denser the lightning!
The thunder is rolling, the electric light is blazing.
There seems to be a giant, coming down from the vortex of the sea of clouds!
"This is..."
Su Zimo stood up in the air, looking up at the sky, his eyes gleaming with Zhan Ran divine light.
The breath coming from the center of the sea of clouds whirlpool is too terrifying, it is heart palpitating!
This coercion shrouded in Su Zimo's heart, and even a feeling of incomparably humble and insignificant arose in Su Zimo's heart, and he almost wanted to worship!
Some monks couldn't bear it, and they knelt down on the ground with a look of horror.
Gradually, a huge square stone slab appeared in the center of the whirlpool, covering all fields and wilderness. It came down like this, and it seemed to be able to crush everything in the ancient battlefield into nothingness!
This horrible existence of unknown origin exposes the tip of the iceberg.
The slate continued to fall, gradually revealing the whole picture.
This is an ancient palace with a round roof and a square ground. It is full of primitive simplicity, as if it had come from the ancient times.
"Heavenly round place, the palace of the emperor!"
Uncle Liang took a breath and exclaimed in exclamation.
At the same time, the descendants of the various super sects on the ancient battlefield have also recognized the origin of this ancient palace.
Human Palace.
These three characters seem to possess a special kind of magic power, and the blood in Su Zimo's body is faintly boiling!
Su Zimo has never heard of the Palace of Humans.
But when he saw other people's eyes, he knew that the origin of this hall was probably far above the sword mountain and spirit sea!
Countless monks fell on their knees, looking at this ancient palace under the sky, with endless enthusiasm and awe in their eyes.
The Palace of Human Emperor, standing under the sky, suspended in the sea of thunder and lightning, like a supreme god, overlooking the world, coercive and vast.
The stone breaks the sky, and the palace of the emperor appears!
Liang Bo took a deep breath and muttered to himself: "The appearance of the Palace of Human Emperors means that war in the Tianhuang Continent will start, and a golden world will come!"
"It seems that in this life, there will be a peerless emperor born!"
"Perhaps we will usher in a flourishing age where all emperors will rise together and reproduce the glory of the ancient years!"
"Fortunately to be born in this life, to witness everything, and die without regret."
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The southern part of the ancient battlefield.
An inch monk, Chi. With his naked torso, every inch of his muscles shone with bronze light, full of explosive power.
This person broke through the barrier, carrying a huge spear on his shoulder, and exuding a violent and fierce breath. He looked up at the ancient palace above his head and laughed: "Hahahaha! The palace of humanity has come, it seems to me In this life, Pang Yue must be crowned emperor!"
Before the laughter fell, Pang Yue strode toward the center of the ancient battlefield.
North.
A concealed entrance to the cave house, through the layers of trees and vines, a pair of resentful eyes can be vaguely seen.
"Su Zimo, if it weren't for you, I, Pei Chunyu, would definitely have a chance to get the inheritance of the Palace of Human Beings!"
Half a year passed, Pei Chunyu hadn't broken through to build the foundation of the eight veins, and was unable to participate in the battle for the inheritance of the human palace.
In order to survive, he can only continue to hide here.
Western.
A monk who had been sitting in the desert suddenly got up, looked at the ancient palace above his head, and muttered to himself: "Human Palace, the little monk is heartened."
Orient.
A purple sky soars into the sky, and slowly descends, transforming into a figure.
The purple-robed monk is unsmiling, solemn, no anger or prestige between his eyebrows, and an endless purple qi is faintly surrounded all over his body with extraordinary aura.
Missing a little, the purple-robed monk moved and disappeared instantly.
The center of the ancient battlefield.
Before a Chuitian waterfall, a monk sat quietly on the bluestone, wet with splashes of water, but he didn't care.
The monk has a long sword with a sheath across his knees~IndoMTL.com~His eyes are long and narrow, faintly shining with sharp light.
"Hahaha."
The monk's fingers are slender and gleaming like jade, slowly holding the hilt of the sword.
Om!
The sword light flickered and passed away suddenly.
The long sword is already in its sheath, as if it had never appeared.
The originally hanging waterfall suddenly paused, and a long and narrow blank trace appeared in the middle, as if it was cut off by someone!
"Inheritance of the emperor, let me give it to me!"
The monk stood up, slanted the long sword across his waist, and whispered: "It's a rare opportunity to let my Jinghong sword in Hang Qiuyu's hand try the methods of your descendants!"
Almost at the same time.
The descendants of the major sects all set off and headed towards the center of the ancient battlefield.