Eternal Sacred King Chapter 463: Inheritance
The words of the mysterious old man also revealed another important message.
The Emperor is still alive!
After all, that is the emperor of the ancient times. It has been forever, and the waves are scouring the sand. I don't know how many emperors have fallen away.
Unexpectedly, this emperor, who is known as the strongest and most powerful since ancient times, is still alive!
Is it possible that all living things and beings continue to practice and break through, and it is really possible to achieve longevity, life with the world, or even the realm of immortality?
Since the Emperor is still alive, what kind of monk is he now?
"Senior Human Sovereign... is he still in the Heavenly Desolate Continent?"
After a little while, Su Zimo calmed down and asked.
"Of course not."
The mysterious old man waved his hand and said: "The master is not here either. You don't have to worry about meeting the master. You are not qualified."
Hearing this, Su Zimo was not upset, just smiled.
Then, Su Zimo's heart moved.
He suddenly remembered that before Die Yue left, she smiled and said that she wanted to return to her world.
Does that world overlap with the world where the emperor is?
There have never been traces of immortals on the Heavenly Desolate Continent. Does it prove that after all the practitioners became immortals, they shattered the void and went to another world?
In that world, there may be endless immortals, or there may be butterflies and moons, and there may be emperors. What kind of magnificent world will it be?
In an instant, countless thoughts flashed through Su Zimo's mind, and infinite yearning for that strange world grew in his heart.
"Before you, there were seven people who entered the Palace of Human Beings, and each of them received different inheritance. The inheritance you will receive is different from the previous one, which can be regarded as the true inheritance of the master."
Speaking of this, the mysterious old man took a deep look at Su Zimo, gently waved his sleeve, and two things appeared in the air.
One page, one big seal.
This page of paper is covered with dense tiny little prints. Su Zimo just glanced it casually, and felt a slight tingling in his eyes.
Another big seal, square and golden, with a dragon entrenched on the big seal, lifelike.
This golden seal is suspended in mid-air, exuding bursts of powerful coercion, as if it can break the stars and suppress the world!
The mysterious old man said: "This seal, called the Panlong seal, is an innate spiritual weapon, you put it away."
Innate Spirit Tool!
Su Zimo's heart was shocked.
Before this, in the battle of His Royal Highness, Su Zimo had seen the horror of the innate spirit weapon.
Hang Qiuyu sacrificed the circle of silver light and directly smashed his superb spiritual weapon.
It is precisely because of this innate spiritual weapon that Hang Qiuyu was not killed by Su Zimo and escaped!
Moreover, the foundation-building cultivator has not been able to release the true power of the innate spirit weapon.
Innate spirit weapons can only burst out of the most terrifying power in the hands of the Jindan real person!
"Thank you, senior."
Su Zimo did not refuse, and took the Panlong seal and injected spiritual power directly.
Wow!
Panlong is printed with a radiant light, and Su Zimo's palm seems to be holding a blazing sun, and the momentum is compelling!
"Huh?"
Su Zimo's expression changed, his wrist sank, and his figure shook slightly.
is so heavy!
After the dragon seal was injected with spiritual power, Su Zimo even felt a little heavy, almost embarrassed.
, you know, Su Zimo is now a master of Tongqiao, such a physical body, even if it is not demonized, it is powerful enough to suppress all eight veins and build a foundation!
But this Panlong seal made him feel the pressure on this fleshly body.
The mysterious old man nodded secretly.
He thought that Su Zimo would be caught off guard and would be embarrassed. He was slapped by Panlong, but he didn't expect this son to stand rooted, not moving, but it was beyond his expectation.
Su Zimo removed his spiritual power and put the Panlong Seal into his bag.
This is a good baby!
Su Zimo was secretly happy, his eyes turned, looked at the next page of scripture, and his eyes showed expectation.
The mysterious old man pointed to a page of scripture in mid-air, and said lightly: "This is the original spiritual art of the master back then, and it can compete with the golden core vision!"
hiss!
Su Zimo changed color slightly.
The monk stepped into the Nascent Soul Realm and cultivated the Nascent Soul, only then could he mobilize his mana, practice techniques, and cast spells.
Under the Nascent Soul Realm, the monks did not open up the sea of consciousness, and without the primordial spirit, they could only release spiritual arts.
The golden core vision is the ultimate spirituality!
There is a saying in the realm of comprehension, in spiritual arts, visions are respected.
Of course, there are very few monks who can practice the golden core vision.
Many foundation-building celestial arrogances entered the ancient battlefield and wanted to go further in the foundation-building realm, so that they could cultivate the strongest vision when they condense the golden core!
The golden core vision has strengths and weaknesses, but almost all monks agree that even the weakest golden core vision is sufficient to suppress all spiritual arts.
And now, a word of the mysterious old man broke this common sense.
can compete with the vision!
In a simple sentence, no more evaluation and description are needed. The power of this kind of spirituality can be seen!
The mysterious old man sighed slightly, and said: "This spiritual practice requires extremely high requirements. After being created by an autonomous person, there will be no second person to learn it. I hope you can succeed."
Although the mysterious old man said so, his tone clearly did not hold much hope.
Su Zimo took this page of scripture and looked at it carefully. In the middle of the first line, there are five small golden characters written in the ancient Dragon Huan Jue!
In just five words, there is a terrifying coercion rushing over his face, which makes people tremble.
For some reason, Su Zimo felt a sudden heat in his body. It seemed that there was an inexplicable power about to move!
The mysterious old man’s voice sounded again, saying: "Although this kind of spiritual practice ~ IndoMTL.com~ will not make people turn into a dragon, but it can condense a ghost of a dragon, which contains the real dragon power. !"
"The human race is weak and the bloodline is ordinary, and it cannot be compared with the born strong and incomparable dragon race. If you want to practice the ancient dragon transformation, you must steal the dragon blood!"
"The pill that you just swallowed is actually a pill of qi and blood condensed from the flesh and blood of a young dragon."
Hearing this, Su Zimo appeared in a daze.
No wonder, the breath of the pill gave him a sense of deja vu.
Su Zimo's eyes flickered, sinking into thought.
According to what the mysterious old man said, if you want to practice this ancient dragon transformation, you need to steal the dragon's vitality and blood to succeed.
His situation is somewhat special.
A few years ago, he swallowed half a dragon!
Although it hasn't formed yet, it is an egg of a dragon after all!
"Hey."
The mysterious old man sneered: "Don’t underestimate a young dragon. A piece of flesh and blood on the young dragon’s body, refining into a pill, is enough to bring you such great benefits! If it is really an adult divine dragon, you don’t need to talk about flesh and blood. A drop of blood energy is enough to destroy you!"
Su Zimo has no doubt about this.
At the beginning, he and Eidolon swallowed the dragon egg that hadn't hatched, and they almost burst his body, digesting it for three full years! (To be continued...)