A deep roar came, as if a wild beast from the prehistoric era had been sealed up until now, and it was roaring at this moment, the soul of the shaking person was about to leave the body, and his whole body was about to tear apart.
This sound was like muffled thunder, making everyone's ears buzz, the blood almost broke through the blood vessels and rushed out, and the whole body was thunderous.
This is such a strong man? It hasn't appeared yet, just this kind of growl is so penetrating, it makes people's soul burst, it is really terrifying.
The saints retreated, not daring to watch the battle at close range.
The same is true for Yin soldiers and Yin generals, retreating like a tide, leaving a huge open space.
Under the starry sky, there was a chariot with a cage on it, the whole body was as bright red as blood, as if it was made of phoenix blood and red gold, because there were blood phoenixes emerging and entangled on it.
But upon closer inspection, it was found that it was just a kind of terrible wood, and someone recognized that it was a kind of divine wood mastered by the underworld.
"Pluto Phoenix Bloodwood."
Everyone's hearts throbbed. This kind of sacred tree is a kind of supreme shackle for the Yin spirits. As long as they are trapped in it, it will be difficult to escape.
According to legend, this is a kind of strange tree grown from the seed of death condensed after the immortal died and turned into a ghost, and then watered by the blood of the phoenix.
It has a great history, there is only one plant in the world, there will be no second plant, just like elixir, each plant is unique.
This kind of phoenix blood wood has been handed down before. It is said that it can refine all kinds of evil weapons. It is very terrifying and left indelible pain to the gods of the past.
The iron chains in the cage ding-dong, hit the Minghuang Bloodwood, sending out a series of sparks, which shows how strong it is, and it is difficult to damage it even with a magic weapon.
Among them was an old man with disheveled white hair, heavy shackles on his hands and feet, connected to the Minghuang bloodwood cage, and many needles pierced on his body.
The magic needles are not other things, but are cut from the blood wood of Minghuang, more than half a foot long, all of which are deeply pierced into this person's body. This is a kind of restraint, which can ensure that he cannot break free and make trouble.
Who is this guy? Everyone is guessing that the prisoner who can be mobilized by the underworld and escorted by so many troops must have a great history.
Moreover, since the underworld has let it go, they must have great confidence in killing Ye Tong and others with this person.
Everyone knows that the underworld collects the strongest corpses in the history of the ages. This person is treated like this. Perhaps his status is extremely against the sky, and he is a famous and unrivaled figure in the history of cultivation.
"Zhannu, kill him!" Guishuai shouted. He held a magic weapon in his hand, shining brightly like a compass. He turned it lightly, and all the magic needles on the white-haired man in the cage jumped out and sank into the compass.
Click!
The iron chains on Zhan Nu's body immediately broke a little bit, and a powerful aura rushed out like a sea of stars boiling, shaking the starry sky, and everyone was throbbing.
No one expected him to be so powerful, and just after the seal was released, there was such an aura. This was not the fluctuation of the law, but the release of a kind of original force of the physical body.
Overwhelming, like a stormy wave, the sages in the distance were blown away, unable to approach, this is a kind of great power.
"Clatter!"
His hands and feet were still wearing shackles, which had never been truly opened, and were extremely heavy, but the part connected to the cage had been broken.
This person stood up, his figure was very tall, he walked out of the cage, his white hair was scattered, standing like a monument in the starry sky, with an immortal aura.
"Aww..."
Suddenly, he looked up to the sky and screamed, his white hair fluttering in a mess, revealing his true face, and in the process, he did not know how many sages spurted blood, and their bodies shook violently.
They have retreated far enough, but they are still affected. Everyone is shocked. The origin and strength of this person may be more terrifying than they imagined.
His snow-white face is full of wrinkles, but he can see his outline in the past, fortitude, indifference, conceit, and extraordinary!
When he was young, he was a tall and heroic man, even when he got old, his majestic appearance remained unchanged.
"An ancient corpse that has not been fully awakened, its blood has never decayed, it is so weird, how did it survive?" Everyone was surprised.
There was blood mist and haze in the eyes of the tall old man, not very clear, more like blood and electricity intertwined, chaotic, manic, with an aura of annihilation.
The compass in Guishuai's hand was shining brightly, and he shouted: "Kill him!" After that, he disappeared from where he was.
Everyone was moved. No one could tell how strong this white-haired ancient man was, and he couldn't see through it at all!
There is no mana fluctuation, only the most essential physical source power, just like Ye Fan back then, relying on this instinct to fight the heroes of this life.
Boom!
He stepped forward, the universe was crushed, and the stars in all directions trembled. He stared at Xiaosong and walked forward.
"Young man, hurry up. This person is obviously stronger than your cultivation base. He is probably the former supreme bloodline. He has already achieved great success and reached the pinnacle!" someone shouted from behind.
Many people have a good impression of this shy and shy young man, and they can't bear him to have an accident, so they try to persuade him.
Xiao Song didn't back down, a sage of light appeared between his brows, and a treasure wheel appeared, shining a world-shattering light, and whispered in his mouth: "Uncle, what's wrong with you? Wake up quickly."
Many people showed doubts, it was like a special secret technique, which could stir up people's souls, and many people felt that their souls were about to leave their bodies.
Everyone in the underworld was stunned, and then showed surprise. This young man is so extraordinary, what kind of scripture secret technique does he master
Everyone couldn't help looking at his Taoist pagoda. At this time, the fifth floor was particularly bright, flowing with fairy light and blooming with auspicious colors. There was a person sitting cross-legged chanting sutras, blessing Xiaosong's body, making his eyebrows The treasure wheel in front of it became more blazing, and there were bursts of dragon chant.
"This is... the dragon chant of Emperor Fuxi!"
Guishuai was shocked, he couldn't believe all this, his face was a little pale, this had a huge impact on the ancient corpse, especially for this kind of war slave who was about to awaken and was ignorant, it was like a bright light guiding him.
Everyone is shocked.
Some powerful monks looked at the Purple Gold Pagoda with fiery eyes. This is really something against the sky, and they have written down more than a simple volume of scriptures.
The fifth floor of the pagoda glows, with scriptures shining, densely covering the void, while the other eight floors also have phantoms sitting cross-legged, presumably they are all broken scriptures.
Where did this little guy come from, what historical sites he had been to, and he obtained so many scriptures by relying on this psychic pagoda, which is really amazing.
boom!
The white-haired old man rushed forward, and every step he took, the sky collapsed, opening endless gaps, like a god descending from the world, nothing in this world can stop him.
"Uncle, wake up soon." Xiaosong's childish voice echoed, the treasure wheel between the eyebrows became more radiant, and the fifth floor of the Zijin Dao Pagoda connected with him, and the falling light beams turned into stream-like clouds, making him The eyebrows are more gorgeous.
The blood in the old man's eyes faded a bit, his footsteps slowed down, his face was a little dazed, showing a ray of doubt, and then he couldn't help but roared again.
The pagoda felt something, and all nine floors were burning at the same time, and the purple air was transpiring. It was trembling, whining, and calling, and it had an inexplicable connection with the old man in front of it.
"My tower!"
Suddenly, the old man uttered these three words. Although he couldn't speak clearly, he was still heard.
Everyone couldn't help being terrified, even all the yin soldiers and yin generals felt that something was wrong, like the tide was receding, who is this person
Xiaosong recited scriptures, chanted dragons, and chanted Buddhist chanting. The ancient pagodas were all lit up, and he awakened the old man with a variety of amazing supernatural powers.
There is no murderous look, no sharpness, only a pure heart, full of sincerity, and the pure and flawless mood spreads like spring rain moistening things silently.
A little bit of light and rain fell into the old man's head, dissipating his irritability and hostility, and gradually restored his calm.
"Fighting alone in the world, a hero lives his life, I lost..."
There was confusion and relief in his eyes, it was very complicated, and he calmed down for a short time.
These words are not many, but they are enough to make people think. One of the old sages screamed and said: "I know who he is, and he is the only one who can be so powerful. He is lonely and proud!"
As soon as the words came out, there was a sensation here.
Many people know this name. It was once famous in the universe and has achieved a great reputation. There is only one defeat in this life, but it is not ashamed.
Because he is the only person who claims to be able to compete with the Qing Emperor on the Emperor Road, and he once drew the brightest light in the historical sky 10,000 to 20,000 years ago.
The Qing Emperor is so powerful, he is as powerful as the past, and he is undefeated in his life. Whenever he meets an opponent, he always sweeps past him. The only obstacle in the way is his arrogance.
If Ye Fan were here, he would definitely be no stranger to this name. Gu Xinao is a legendary figure in the Eternal Star Field, he has heard of it.
He was once trained as a war slave by the Eternal Star Field to extract the strongest blood from his body, but he was beaten out by Gu Xinao, causing Eternal to suffer a terrible loss, and finally bowed to him.
Someone said that Ye Fan might become the second Gu Xinao, but now the character from long ago appeared again!
"He fought against the Qing Emperor before he became enlightened. He was defeated, but he did not die. He went to practice again. It is said that he created a great method of transforming with a remnant body, but he never appeared again after he retired." Someone sighed softly.
Things from the past came to people's minds, and everyone sighed, this is the lonely and arrogant person back then, a resolute, confident and invincible person, an opponent that Emperor Qing would take seriously on the road to emperor.
No wonder it's so strong, it's no wonder it's so terrifying, it's no wonder that only the physical body's original power is released to cause such terrible fluctuations, a mighty galaxy.
"The tower... I left it to future generations." Obviously, Gu Xinao is no longer what he used to be, because the Qing Emperor is dead, and he has passed away for many years, only the fragments of his spiritual consciousness crossed his blank face. Consciousness sea.
It was this fragmented old memory that made his eyes soft and full of intimacy when he looked at Xiaosong.
"Uncle, this pagoda was picked up by me, it was left by a deceased quasi-emperor." Xiao Song said softly, not deceiving this old man with confusion and only instinct.
Gu Xinao has now given birth to some spiritual intelligence, and he is not as incommunicable as outsiders imagined, and he occasionally has flashes of spirituality.
"The heart of a child cannot be locked away by dust and labor. The so-called near immortal means to let the dust go to life."
The old man's eyes became more and more gentle, but there were also tears falling down. I don't know whether it was hurting for himself or for the ending of the descendants.
Everyone was shocked, this was the Gu Xinao back then, but after fighting against Emperor Qing, did he really recover his memory? How to become more and more humane, and the aura is more and more prosperous.
"boom!"
Suddenly, Gu Xinao turned around, facing hundreds of thousands of Yin soldiers and Yin generals, raised his palm, and pressed forward.
"The war slave returns!" Guishuai yelled in horror.
Xiaosong sat cross-legged in the void, the treasure wheel between his eyebrows flickered, the dragon chanted and chanted mantras.
Gu Xinao fell into the army of the underworld, this place was destroyed, and hundreds of thousands of the army of the underworld were completely wiped out!
The starry sky was shaken this day!
A simple and innocent boy who could blush when he spoke, went to the heaven with loneliness and arrogance. Everyone in the universe was shocked when he learned about it, and a big earthquake happened.