Fatty Jin was a little stunned and said: "What's going on? They all ran back one by one. (.woo.o learn)"
Xiao Chen grabbed a warrior and asked him in detail. The warrior replied that in the underground palace, the Duanmu family opened an ancient black coffin. The corpse inside actually lived, and now they kill everyone they see.
There was also a dark river in the underground palace, and many bat-like monsters suddenly emerged. The strength of the monsters reached the fifth level, and there were many of them.
Xiao Chen hesitated for a moment, but still took the lead and walked forward. On the wall in front of him, he suddenly saw a group of people gathered there to watch something.
"This is definitely an ancient martial art. It was carved on the wall by our ancestors, but I can't understand it at all!"
"You will definitely not be able to understand it without a certain degree of understanding. I saw Ji Changkong come here before. After he read it, he immediately destroyed the last three murals."
"He must have realized something, otherwise he wouldn't have destroyed the last three murals."
Xiao Chen and the other three hurriedly squeezed in and saw numerous murals carved on the walls. Some of the people in the paintings were dancing swords, some were sitting upright, and some were just standing quietly.
Everyone's expression is different, but everyone's movements give people a very Taoist feeling, and their movements are driving the momentum of heaven and earth.
Xiao Chen looked at each piece one by one, scanning his spiritual consciousness on the stone wall. As soon as his spiritual consciousness was integrated into it, Xiao Chen felt as if he had entered a real version of the world.
Every time he looked at a picture, he felt something gained. The Purple Thunder Art in his body started to operate automatically, and he felt a strange feeling. When I saw the end, I found that the three original murals on the stone wall had been destroyed.
"It seems that Ji Changkong must have realized something here before destroying it." Xiao Chen said with a little regret in his heart. The three most critical murals were destroyed, and the Purple Thunder Art running in his body also stopped. , the wonderful feeling just now disappeared.
But even so, Xiao Chen felt that the vitality in his body was much fuller than before, and his status as a top-grade martial artist was more consolidated.
Su Xiaoxiao suddenly opened her eyes and said with a little surprise: "This is a picture of a saint's enlightenment. Everyone in the picture is a real saint from ancient times."
"The last three pictures of saints attaining enlightenment were destroyed by Ji Changkong, otherwise it would have seemed easier."
The fat man looked at it for a long time but couldn't see any Taoist charm. He said angrily: "What's so good about the enlightenment picture? It's not about martial arts. The person it depicts is also wicked. Why don't we just draw a picture of preaching."
As soon as the fat man finished speaking, a saint sitting upright on the wall seemed to feel the fat man's insults. His eyelids on the mural seemed to move.
"What's going on? I just saw the man's eyelids move."
"You can't see a ghost, I saw it too."
boom!
A force that penetrated time and space came, and everyone felt a little dazed. When they reacted, they saw the fat man lying hundreds of meters behind him, still turning somersaults, and screaming in pain. .
"The saint has appeared. A gaze from tens of thousands of years ago still has such power. It's really terrifying."
"Although the saint is dead, the holy power is still there. Even if tens of thousands of years have passed, it cannot be desecrated."
"Yes, it seems that in front of the perverted fat man and the saint, he is like a scumbag."
Xiao Chen rushed over, helped the fat man up and said, "Are you okay? What's wrong?"
The fat man patted his clothes and said with lingering fear: "I saw a pair of eyes, which were full of chaos. Before I could react, I was knocked away."
"Girl, I don't believe it. A bunch of dead ghosts still have such great power. Get out of my way." Fatty Niu suddenly lost his temper, separated everyone, and walked towards the stone wall.
"Huntian Thorn!"
Jin Dabao unfolded the golden folding fan in his hand, and a golden scholar figure immediately appeared behind him, and an awe-inspiring aura instantly dispersed around him.
"This is also the breath of a saint, an ancient holy weapon. This fat man actually has a holy weapon."
"But the Tao Yun in it seems to be incomplete. His holy weapon is incomplete."
"Even if it is incomplete, it is still very powerful. It should be able to compete with the ancient sages."
boom! boom!
The moment the aura of awe-inspiring spread, the saints on the wall seemed to come alive, and a small world emerged. Everyone found that the surrounding scene had changed, as if they were in a world in a painting.
All the saints in the painting appeared around everyone, and the overwhelming momentum made everyone kneel down, making it difficult to even speak.
Someone said in horror: "Is this a saint coming to life?"
The Qinglong martial soul surged in Xiao Chen's body, and a mighty momentum came from his body. Xiao Chen stood with his hands behind his back, closed his eyes, and felt the Tao charm in this world.
The surrounding figures disappeared in front of Xiao Chen's eyes, and a vast and desolate land appeared in his field of vision. Countless black figures stood on the land, and all of these figures exuded black gas.
There are countless humanoid creatures standing in the sky, blocking out the sun and creating huge waves, as if it's the end of the world. Farther away in the sky, eighteen blue dragons were flying in the sky, their roars resounding between heaven and earth.
In the middle of the circling green dragons, a man stood with a knife. The moment he appeared, the boundless momentum dissipated, and even the eighteen green dragons trembled.
This picture flashed by. Before Xiao Chen could see the man's face clearly, all the pictures disappeared, and his vision returned to this small world.
In the small world, the saint sitting on the ground suddenly opened his eyes, and there was chaos in his eyes, as if the heaven and the earth were opening up, developing boundless momentum.
The fat man stood proudly. The holy figure behind him had a golden light in his eyes. He looked at him without fear. A loud bang resounded in the world.
Everyone felt in a trance, and the scene in front of them returned to reality. When they looked at the wall, they were horrified to find that all the murals of the saint's enlightenment on the wall had disappeared.
An even more bizarre scene was that a fat man holding a golden folding fan appeared on the wall with a sinister smile on his face. Behind him, a golden figure stood behind him, as if protecting him.
"Am I right? The person on the wall looks exactly like this fat man."
"This is unreasonable. Even the saint was beaten to the point of being beaten without a hair left."
"Pervert, he is so perverted that even a saint can't deal with him."
The fat man was a little confused. He looked at his portrait on the wall and had no idea what was going on. Is this really me, the fat man
Xiao Chen walked over slowly and said with a smile: "Don't doubt it. Apart from you, can you find another person in this world who is so charming? Just by looking at this smile, you can tell that it can't be fake."
Su Xiaoxiao walked over slowly and smiled softly: "Don't worry, the ancient holy weapon in your hand is probably the king's weapon. A more powerful saint appears, and it is normal to obliterate other auras."
"And the Dao Yun of these people has all been absorbed by the holy weapon in your hand. This incomplete king's weapon should one day reappear in the world."
The fat man felt the golden folding fan in his hand. After a while, he looked at the portrait on the wall and laughed: "This painting is quite good. The style of the fat man is fully revealed, isn't it, Brother Xiao?"
Then he murmured in a low voice, "It would be perfect if the little girl and Princess Yingyue were also painted next to her."
boom!
Su Xiaoxiao had a black line on his face, and the heavy guqin hit Fatty Jin's head hard. Fatty Jin quickly explained: "Little girl, please calm down, this is just my great ideal, Fat Brother, and there is no blasphemy in any way." mean."
The explanation became darker and darker, making Su Xiaoxiao even more angry. The fat man quickly stepped aside. When everyone nearby heard that the folding fan in the fat man's hand was actually a king's weapon, their eyes showed greedy looks.
When the fat man saw this, he said angrily: "Look, look, believe it or not, fat man, I will chop you alive."
"Come on, Fatty is plucking his hair again, he's so perverted." Everyone thought of Fatty's reputation and heard the threat in his words, so they all gave up their greed for Wang Bing and dispersed.
When the fat man heard this, he trembled with anger and said loudly: "Who told me to stop, don't run away if you have the guts, you fat man, I am really not that kind of person!"
Xiao Chen held back his laughter, came over and patted the fat man on the shoulder and said, "Stop shouting, you have scared everyone away. Let's go!"
"I'm really not that kind of person, Xiao Chen, you have to believe me!" Fatty explained loudly.
"It's okay, brother understands you, those people are not intelligent enough to understand you."
"I… "
The three of them continued walking forward and found that although many warriors had left the underground palace, more warriors chose to stay. They met people from the Duanmu family not long after walking.
The Duanmu family is a very special family. The inherited martial arts spirit of their family can only appear in women. So in their families, men are inferior to women. The heads of the family in the past dynasties have all been women, which is unique in the Qin Kingdom and even the entire continent.
As the previous warriors said, several warriors from the Duanmu family were fighting against a figure exuding corpse energy. The fighting space was filled with cold winds and the temperature was extremely cold.
The warriors who were watching around, standing far away, felt the cold wind blowing and the ice entering their bodies, and they all used their vitality to resist.
The battle was coming to an end. As soon as Xiao Chen arrived, he saw a black figure falling down. Several female warriors from the Duanmu family around him hit the body with streaks of ice.
After a while, the ice shattered, revealing a purple skeleton and a golden armor, shining with a bright yellow light.
"This is a picture of the corpse of an ancient martial emperor. The skeleton has turned purple. He is just one step away from becoming a saint!"
"That battle armor is also an ancient thing, and its defensive power must be amazing. Although two warriors from the Duanmu family died this time, it is definitely worth it."
Duanmu Qing walked over, put the purple skeleton and golden armor into the space ring, and then led everyone in the Duanmu family to a coffin nearby with an expressionless face.