In addition to the corpses of the major families, all the golden-armored guards under Gui Yihou also died inexplicably, and fell to the ground with a slight touch. (.woo.o learn)
The fat man suddenly burst into laughter. Before Xiao Chen could react, he saw the fat man, like a whirlwind, stripping off all the golden-armored guards under Gui Yihou and taking out the earth-level armor that was covered inside.
Soon, more than a hundred sets of armors were all taken out by the fat man. The fat man took out one and looked at it carefully. His expression suddenly changed and he said: "Why are these armors no longer spiritual? How could this happen?"
After he finished speaking, he took out a steel knife and slashed it lightly on the armor. A small crack immediately appeared on the golden armor, and then it collapsed.
Su Xiaoxiao showed a surprised expression, picked up a golden armor, looked at it carefully, and after a while said, "The moonstone mixed in this armor seems to have been absorbed by something."
When Xiao Chen and Xiao Chen heard this, they were extremely surprised. They had never heard of such a thing. The Moon Stone is a strange stone in the world, and it contains natural Tao charm. How could it be absorbed completely.
Xiao Chen set his sights on the stone platform, and tried hard to expand his spiritual consciousness, but still couldn't. In this small world, it was difficult for his spiritual consciousness to even leave the body.
The fat man muttered: "Forget it, go up. If you don't go up, you'll never know the reason."
Although Xiao Chen felt something was wrong in his heart, his spiritual consciousness could not be released and he could not find anything, so he had no choice but to agree with the fat man's opinion, and the three of them stepped back on the stone platform.
call!
The moment the three of them stepped onto the stone platform, the Qinglong martial spirit in Xiao Chen's body, the golden folding fan in the fat man's hand, and the guqin in Su Xiaoxiao's hand suddenly each emitted an aura, and then the three auras were connected together to form an inseparable aura. A large barrier surrounded the three of them.
Su Xiaoxiao said in surprise: "This is the self-protection of the holy soldiers. There must be something terrifying under this stone platform, otherwise the holy soldiers would not automatically protect it."
Xiao Chen looked at the almost endless steps, and an inexplicable chill suddenly rose in his heart. The three of them did not speak and continued to move forward. It was impossible to retreat at this step.
After walking a hundred steps, densely packed skeletons began to appear on the stone steps. People stepped on the skeletons, making a clicking sound, which made people's scalp numb.
Boom!
The Moon Shadow Sword in the Qiankun Ring suddenly made an unsteady jump. Xiao Chen was startled. He stopped and looked around. A rusty broken sword appeared in his field of vision.
"Is this? Another sub-divine weapon from the source of the Fighting Saint?" Xiao Chen picked up the broken sword and thought with some confusion. There was nothing strange about the broken sword at all.
The Moon Shadow Knife in the Qiankun Ring shook even more violently, as if it was about to fly out of the ring. Xiao Chen had never encountered such a situation.
Although he didn't understand what was going on, this broken sword must have a lot to do with the Thunderwood Sword. Xiao Chen put the broken sword into the Qiankun Ring and continued to move forward.
Walking on the bones, the three of them came to Hua Tianyu's headless body. The fat man found the writing written on the ground, and then groped around on Hua Tianyu's body.
"Damn, there's nothing left, the mighty martial saint is so poor." The fat man cursed in a low voice.
Su Xiaoxiao looked at the fingers of Hua Tianyu's right hand. There was an obvious mark of a ring on the index finger, and said lightly: "The space ring that should be on it was just taken away."
Xiao Chen ignored the fat man's words and looked carefully at the scar on Hua Tianyu's neck. It was a sword wound. Hua Tianyu's head was cut off with one move. How could a majestic martial saint be killed with one move.
"Who is so powerful? He kills the Martial Saint like a dog, could he be the Thunder Emperor?" Xiao Chen thought with great confusion, and suddenly thought of a question, "Fat man, look around, are there any of his heads around?" ”
Jin Dabao came back to his senses, looked at the headless corpse, and felt a little strange in his heart. He and Xiao Chen began to search everywhere, but after searching for a long time, they did not see a single skull.
"It's strange, where did this head go?" Jin Dabao said doubtfully.
…
In front of the stone platform, Ji Changkong and others once again divided up the important treasures of a martial saint, and then sat cross-legged, holding a lower-level spirit stone in their hands, and quickly restored the vitality in their bodies.
Along the way, they not only met the ancestors of various major families, but they even saw the body of the Ying clan emperor. They were all martial saints from a thousand years ago, and they were all figures from the same era.
Ji Changkong was the first to finish his reply and threw away the dull spirit stone in his hand. He watched the peak of Lishi Platform getting closer and closer, but there was no excitement in his heart. Instead, there was an inexplicable shadow hanging over his heart.
After a while, people from other aristocratic families stood up one after another. The higher they went up the stone steps, the greater their energy consumption. If they didn't have enough spiritual stones in their hands, they would never have been able to reach this point.
"Let's go, there are still more than 500 hills, try to go up in one breath!" Ji Changkong said lightly. A corner on the top of the stone platform can already be seen here.
After he finished speaking, he still took the lead and walked forward, staring straight ahead with a pair of sharp eyes. Countless stars were evolving in his eyes. Every step he took, one star was destroyed, and a moment later, more stars were born.
If there are people here who know the martial arts of the Ji family, they will definitely be surprised that Ji Changkong is still practicing the Star Martial Spirit under such circumstances.
Everyone walked slowly on the stone steps. At this time, the more they walked forward, the closer they were to the stone platform. The pressure they endured doubled, and it seemed that there was an invisible resistance blocking everyone.
boom!
A Martial Lord from the Ji family stepped on the stone steps with one foot. Before the other foot even touched the ground, there was a loud explosion and his body turned into dust.
Ji Changkong did not look back, and his expression did not change at all. He held a lower-level spirit stone in his hand and continued to walk forward step by step.
As they got closer and closer to the stone platform, the pressure on everyone became more terrifying, as if there was a hill pressing on their shoulders. When the footsteps collapsed, the stone steps were like a bottomless pit, sucking away most of the spiritual energy in everyone's body.
boom! boom! boom! boom!
Several martial arts masters from various families could not bear the pressure and exploded. For a moment, people were panicked and fearful, fearing that they would be the next to die.
Saint stop!
A towering stone tablet appeared in front of Ji Changkong. On the stone tablet were written four vicissitudes of life, and an endless coercion radiated from the stone tablet.
Ji Changkong sneered, the long sword in his hand flew, and several sword energy hit the stone tablet. Cracks appeared on the stone tablet, and then it was broken into countless stone chips.
Looking up at the stone platform in front of him, there were only ten steps to go up. Ji Changkong gave a soft drink, and a figure emerged from his body.
Standing on the stone steps in front, a figure emerged from the figures in front again and walked towards the higher stone steps. After repeating this ten times, Ji Changkong's figure finally reached the top of the stone platform.
Ji Changkong took a deep breath, and the nine clones behind him overlapped on his body like phantoms. On the top of the stone platform is a large platform, with a golden holy coffin parked in the center of the platform.
A faint aura of awe came out from the coffin. Ji Changkong couldn't help himself, with a faint smile on his face. After spending countless efforts and almost dying, I finally came here.
The golden holy coffin was as tall as a person. Ji Changkong walked over slowly with relaxed steps. At this moment, a figure slowly walked out from the opposite side of the holy coffin, startling Ji Changkong and taking several steps back.
"Brother Changkong, long time no see." Chu Chaoyun walked out from behind the coffin, looked at Ji Changkong and said with a faint smile.
Ji Changkong's face was expressionless, his expression was extremely serious, and he was extremely shocked. He never expected to meet Chu Chaoyun here. It was so surprising.
Bang bang bang!
Hua Yunfei, Duanmu Qing and Gui Yihou came up with several martial masters one after another. They were all a little surprised when they looked at Chu Chaoyun opposite.
Chu Chaoyun said calmly: "Don't look at me like that. I've just arrived and the golden coffin hasn't been opened yet." After saying that, he made a sign of please and stepped back.
Ji Changkong glanced at Duan Muqing and the others. The three people understood and slowly walked up to Chu Chaoyun and blocked him out. Chu Chaoyun smiled softly and ignored them.
boom!
Ji Changkong slapped the lid of the golden coffin with a fierce palm, and a clear and long chant came out. The sound waves vibrated in all directions, and everyone felt their eardrums were stunned.
The lid of the coffin was lifted a corner, but Ji Changkong looked at his palms in astonishment, and then said to the people around him: "See if you can still use your vitality."
The others were stunned when they heard this, and then quickly started experimenting, only to find that the martial spirit in the dantian seemed to be imprisoned, and no matter how they operated, they could not summon the martial spirit.
"What's going on?" Everyone said in extreme surprise.
Chu Chaoyun smiled faintly, separated from the crowd and said, "Let's take a look at what's in this coffin first."
After everyone heard this, they put aside their doubts and walked towards the coffin. After all the hard work, everyone was a little curious in their hearts as to which saint would be lying in the coffin.
In the golden holy coffin, a stalwart man in purple imperial robes lay quietly on the coffin, with his hands on his chest, holding a long sword.
Ji Changkong said in surprise: "Isn't this the last emperor of the Tianwu Dynasty? Why is he lying here?"
Gui Yihou and others were shocked. Everything they saw along the way showed that this was a saint's ruins. The martial arts obtained from the black coffins in the underground palace can prove that the countless murals on the palace walls are all in the style of ancient times.
Ten thousand years after the end of the ancient times, the Tianwu Dynasty began to slowly rise. The last emperor of the Tianwu Dynasty only died a few thousand years ago. How could he be related to the saint from 20,000 years ago
Phew!
The man in the purple emperor's robe in the holy coffin suddenly opened his eyes, and a purple light appeared in his eyes. A warrior who looked at him was burned to ashes before he could react.