The battle for the ruins has come to an end, and the biggest winner is Danyang Clan.
More than a thousand Danyang Sect disciples entered the ancient battlefield, and in the end there were still more than 400 left!
As expected, these four hundred people were able to return to Danyang Gate safely.
Xiao Ning successfully accepted the inheritance, opened the alchemy hall, and obtained countless ancient alchemy books.
Bringing these ancient books back to Danyang Sect will definitely increase Danyang Sect's reputation and status.
The next day, the Danyang Sect, Qianhe Sect, Tomb Sect, Puppet Sect and other large and small sect forces all left this place and returned to Xuantian City.
During 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 one year is up.
Su Zimo also began to retreat, attacking the seventh spiritual vein.
Time passed slowly, and in the blink of an eye, Su Zimo had stayed in the ancient battlefield for half a year.
A few days ago, he had just opened his seventh spiritual vein, and his strength had improved again.
As long as he continues to practice, Su Zimo may reach the peak of Seven Meridians Foundation Building before leaving the ancient battlefield.
After returning to the Great Zhou Dynasty and taking the Perfect Pulse Opening Pill, he will have the opportunity to open the eighth spiritual vein and become a foundation-building monk who can penetrate the eight extraordinary meridians!
When the eight meridians are connected, it means the foundation-building realm is complete, and it will surely become a golden elixir!
Moreover, when the golden elixir is condensed, there must be visions accompanying it!
Of course, this is assuming everything goes well.
In the path of cultivation, no one can guarantee a smooth journey, and no one can predict what changes will happen in the process.
On this day, there was a sudden thunder and lightning in the sky, and a rumbling sound. A heart-stopping, terrifying pressure instantly descended on the ancient battlefield!
Everything is silent!
Time seemed to have frozen.
All the creatures in the ancient battlefield, whether they were ancient relics or pure-blood beasts, were lying on the ground, silent, with endless fear in their eyes.
This is a fear from ancient times. Although it is distant, it is deeply rooted and indelible.
All over the ancient battlefield, the descendants of the major super sects on the Tianhuang Continent appeared one after another, came into the air, looked up, and looked shocked.
Countless monks woke up from seclusion and came out one after another.
In Xuantian City, whether it is Danyang Gate, Qianhe Gate, Tomb Sect, or Puppet Sect.
At this moment, all the monks sensed it and came to the long street, on the rooftops, and in mid-air, looking into the distance.
Many monks looked horrified and dumbfounded.
Even Uncle Liang, who was the sealer, opened his mouth wide and an incredible light burst out from his eyes.
In the center of the sky, the situation suddenly changes!
The clouds were dense, and the sea of clouds was rolling and slowly rotating, forming a huge vortex of black clouds, which was extremely shocking.
In this sea of clouds, there are densely packed thunder and lightning snakes, and in the sea of clouds, an extremely blazing sea of thunder and lightning is formed.
The closer you get to the center of the vortex, the denser the thunder and lightning becomes!
Thunder rolled and lightning flashed.
It seemed as if a huge creature was about to descend from the whirlpool of the sea of clouds!
"This is… "
Su Zimo stood in the air, looking up at the sky, his eyes shining with divine light.
The aura coming out of the center of the whirlpool of the sea of clouds was so terrifying that it made one's heart palpitate!
This coercion shrouded Su Zimo, and he even felt an extremely humble and insignificant feeling in his heart, almost wanting to worship him!
Some monks couldn't bear it anymore and fell to their knees on the ground, looking horrified.
Gradually, a huge square stone slab appeared in the center of the whirlpool, covering the wilderness. It seemed to be able to crush everything in the ancient battlefield into nothingness!
This terrifying existence of unknown origin has exposed the tip of the iceberg.
The stone slab continued to descend, gradually revealing the whole picture.
This is an ancient palace, with a round top and a square ground. It is full of a simple and vast atmosphere, as if it came from ancient times and traveled back the years.
"The sky is round and the earth is round, the Palace of the Human Emperor!"
Uncle Liang took a breath of air and exclaimed.
At the same time, the descendants of the major super sects in the ancient battlefield also recognized the origin of this ancient palace.
The Palace of the Human Emperor.
These three words seemed to have a special magic power, and the blood in Su Zimo's body was faintly boiling!
Su Zimo had never heard of the Human Emperor Palace.
But seeing the looks in other people's eyes, he knew that the origin of this hall was probably far above the Daoshan Linghai!
Countless monks knelt on the ground, looking at the ancient palace under the sky, their eyes showing endless enthusiasm and awe.
The Human Emperor's Palace stands under the sky, suspended in the sea of thunder and lightning, like a supreme god, overlooking the world, with vast pressure.
The earth is shattered and the human emperor's palace appears!
Uncle Liang took a deep breath and murmured to himself: "The appearance of the Human Emperor Palace means that war will break out in the Tianhuang Continent, and a golden age will come!"
"It seems that in this life, a peerless emperor will be born!"
"Perhaps we will usher in a prosperous era when all emperors will rise together, and restore the glory of ancient times!"
"I am lucky enough to live in this life and witness everything. I will die without regrets."
…
South of the ancient battlefield.
A monk with an inch head, Chi. His upper body was naked, and every inch of his muscles shone with bronze, full of an explosive sense of power.
This man broke out of the barrier, carrying a huge spear on his shoulder, exuding a violent and fierce aura. He looked up at the ancient palace above his head and laughed: "Hahahaha! The Palace of the Human Emperor has arrived. It seems that I, Pang Yue, am... In this lifetime, I will definitely be crowned emperor!"
Before his laughter fell, Pang Yue strode toward the center of the ancient battlefield.
north.
At the entrance of a hidden cave, 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 obtain the inheritance of the Human Emperor Palace!"
Half a year has passed, and Pei Chunyu has not yet broken through to the Eight Meridians Foundation Building, and is unable to participate in the battle for the inheritance of the Human Emperor Palace.
In order to survive, he could only continue to hide here.
The west.
A monk who was sitting quietly in the desert suddenly stood up, looked at the ancient palace above his head, and murmured to himself: "Human Emperor Hall, my little monk's heart is moved."
East.
A purple sky rose into the sky, slowly descended, and transformed into a figure.
The purple-robed monk was serious in speech and expression, with a solemn look on his face. His brows were calm and intimidating, and his whole body was surrounded by endless purple energy, giving him an extraordinary aura.
After pondering for a while, the purple-robed monk moved and disappeared instantly.
The center of the ancient battlefield.
In front of a hanging waterfall, there was a monk sitting quietly on the bluestone. His whole body was wet by splashing water droplets, but he didn't care.
The monk had a sheathed sword across his knees, his eyes were narrow and gleaming with a sharp light.
"Hehehe."
The monk's fingers were long and as clear as jade, and he slowly grasped the hilt of the sword.
Buzz!
The sword light flickered and passed away suddenly.
The long sword has been returned to its sheath, as if it had never appeared before.
The waterfall that was originally hanging down suddenly paused, and a long and narrow blank mark appeared in the middle, as if someone had cut it off!
"The inheritance of the Human Emperor, who else could it be but me?"
The monk stood up, casually placed the long sword diagonally across his waist, and murmured softly: "It's a rare opportunity for me, Hang Qiuyu, to use the Jinghong Sword in my hand to try the methods of the descendants of each of your sects!"
Almost at the same time.
The descendants of each major sect all set off and headed towards the center of the ancient battlefield.