Long Jiangling!
If time goes back two thousand years, the name of this woman is enough to make all men in the world tremble.
In that era, no man saw her without bowing his head or kneeling.
Even in that era, there were several world-shattering heroes who avoided her from a distance, not wanting to get too close to her.
For a woman to be an emperor, it not only requires strong cultivation, ruthless means, supreme wisdom, and ruthless heart, but also needs to overcome all the weaknesses of a woman.
Such a woman may not be born in ten thousand years!
But if a woman is too strong, she will always have a fatal weakness, and even if she cultivates to the sky, she cannot overcome it.
In the end, Long Jiangling died unexpectedly. After reigning for two hundred and fifty years, she was still more beautiful than Huajiao when she died, and she was as young as a twenty-eighth beauty.
On that day, blood stained the imperial palace of Shendu, and the mourning bell rang for nine days.
A generation of female emperors, Mei Ruo Xianxian, suddenly died, no one knows how she died, and no one knows who killed her
But at that time, only one person could kill her.
That is, herself!
Long Jiangling has been dead for two thousand years. No matter how amazing she was and how beautiful she was, she died in that era after all, and future generations can only see her name in ancient books and annals.
However, today, her figure appeared on the lake again.
It came from "Dragon Jiangling", the three names she had carved with her own hands. At that time, she hadn't worn the Nine-Five Dragon Robe, but she already possessed the aura of the Dragon Emperor, which was so noble and compelling that people could only can look up to her.
This is just an immortal shadow, and she was only at the peak of the god base at that time!
"boom!"
Her coercion made people retreat, and with a single shot, the golden spear in the palm of the golden-robed cultivator was shattered and shattered into three pieces.
"puff!"
This golden-robed cultivator, who has reached the pinnacle of the divine foundation and realized nine divine senses, turned into a blood mist, and not even a single bone is complete.
The projection of the Empress flew back to the stone tablet and turned into three ancient characters, Long Jiangling!
This scene is too miraculous. The unparalleled figure two thousand years ago actually imprinted a ray of divine soul on the holy monument. The combat power is several times more than that of the king of the same realm, and it is absolutely invincible.
"Is this how the Empress looked when she was young?" The eight dragon carriages flew above the northern sky, blocked by a black cloud, and Princess Luofu's voice came from the dragon carriage.
She seemed to be talking to herself, and she seemed to be asking.
Shi Yelai has reached the ranks of epic geniuses, but after all, he is still a dog under Princess Luofu.
He was waiting for an opportunity, an opportunity that could make Princess Luofu doomed, so that he could turn himself into a master, and the one who turned into a dog was Princess Luofu.
Whenever he thought of Princess Luofu kneeling in front of him like a dog, begging him, letting him shout and drink, let him be beaten and scolded, the blood in his body couldn't help boiling.
If you can wait until that day, even if you are a dog now, why not
Princess Luofu naturally knows that this dog is very restless, but this is the most ferocious dog, the most capable of biting people. If you want to become a peerless queen like Long Jiangling, if you can't tame even a dog, how can you do it? Tame the world
"Long Jiangling is just like that. If I take action, I will definitely shatter the imprint of her soul left on the holy list." Shi Yelai, wearing a white robe, stood beside the eight dragon carriages, respectfully. Dare to overstep.
"Humph! When the Empress was leaving her name, she was only at the pinnacle of the divine foundation. If you go to the Sacred Monument now, you will not be fighting against the Empress, and the sages and overlords who are in the same realm as you will definitely appear. You are only talented. Barely reaching the epic level, if you want to fight against these sages and overlords, you are still too far away." Mu Tantian smiled disdainfully.
Mu Tantian and Mu Shuodi are both the top geniuses of the Mu family, the young heroes of the Great Perfection level of Shenji, and the two capable warriors that Princess Luofu sat down on.
If you want to leave a name on the holy monument, you must first defeat an ancient person in the same realm on the holy monument. This is just the first step.
"Scared to pee, the former empress is really no small matter, such a powerful strength, is this still the strength of the peak of the gods?" Bi Ningshuai saw the empress's phantom shot, it was so shocking, he didn't dare to imagine before. Ji Dingfeng can exert such terrifying power.
"Uncle Master, can you be so powerful?" Wang Meng's cultivation was a bit weaker than that of the golden-robed man, but the golden-robed man was instantly killed by the queen's slap, so he naturally did not dare to break into the holy monument.
Bi Ningshuai also stared at Feng Feiyun, this is also a pervert! In the middle stage of Shenji, you can kill the masters of the seven spiritual senses at the peak of Shenji, break through the Infinite Tower and come out, and the cultivation base is even more high.
Feng Feiyun shook his head and said: "Her combat power is more than ten times better than mine, even if I cultivate the ninth way of consciousness, I can only take her one move at most, and the second move will definitely die in her hands. "
Feng Feiyun has now cultivated the eighth path of divine consciousness, which is only two steps away from the Great Perfection of the God Base. He has already calculated just now that the gap between himself and the Empress when he was young, even he himself does not believe the result.
The talent of human beings can be so scary, it has surpassed the phoenix.
"What if you use a spirit weapon?" Bi Ning said handsomely.
Feng Feiyun said: "It's useless, the spiritual tool will be suppressed by the power of the holy monument, and it will not exert its power at all. If you want to leave a name on the holy monument, you must rely on your true skills."
"Brother, don't you have no hope then?" The little demon led Feng Feiyun to understand his sleeves, raised his head and stared at him.
Obviously, she also wanted to go to the holy monument to leave her name, but she didn't know how powerful her opponent was.
"That's not necessarily, if you can make..." Feng Feiyun said halfway, then paused again, his eyes focused on the 33-foot-high holy monument, and a pair of pupils burned with raging flames.
He found a clue and wanted to see through this sacred tablet. He felt that this sacred tablet had a legendary power, and he had only seen records of this power in the classics of the Phoenix Monster Race. But it is only similar, but not certain.
The moonlight shines down, and the light of the holy monument is as bright as jade, like a stone cliff broken from the sky, full of spirituality.
"If it is really that kind of spiritual stone, then these people who once left their names on the sacred monument may one day seize the stone body, refine their real body, walk out of the stone, and come alive against the sky."
There are eighteen kinds of spiritual stones in this world, and one is more magical than the other.
For example, the tenth-ranked Dragon Spirit Stone has only one piece in the entire Shenjin Dynasty, which can suppress the national fortune and protect the tranquility of the Shenjin Dynasty for thousands of years.
Another example is the seventh-ranked Taoist stone. This is the stone after the Holy Spirit has transformed it. If you can understand the essence of the Taoist stone, you may be able to cultivate into a half holy spirit after thousands of years.
In the legend, there are some more precious and rare spiritual stones, some can even fill the sky, some can stabilize the world, and some can illuminate a starry sky...
The stone tablet in front of him reminded Feng Feiyun of a spiritual stone that existed in the legend of deification, but he had never seen such a spiritual stone, and he did not believe that such a spiritual stone would appear in the human kingdom. Did not say it.
No one dared to break into the holy monument again, and did not want to follow in the footsteps of that golden-robed male cultivator.
"After the Tiangu eats the moon, the world will fall into absolute darkness, and the power of the holy monument will drop by half. This time will be the best time to make a name for yourself."
Many people know that those sages are so powerful that it is difficult to defeat them. Only when the power of the Sacred Monument drops by half in the darkest moment can they take advantage of it.
"Even if the power of the holy monument drops by half, can we find a person who defeated the Empress at the peak of the gods? Can we find a person who defeated Nalan Hongtao with great success? Can we find a person who defeated the Buddha Silkworm in the third level of destiny. someone?" Someone asked such a question, and everyone was silent.
"That's not necessarily!" A negative voice came.
A piece of black cloth wrapped around the sky, like a black cloud, flew from the western sky, covering the moon above the sky and blocking the flying snow.
Swish!
A man in black with a blood mist floating on his head stood on the lake out of thin air. He stretched out a hand, and the dark wind blowing black cloth divine sail above the sky was wrapped up and received. in his hands.
This is a bloodless man, his skin is whiter than the snow on the ground, whiter than the dead.
White face black robe!
When he appeared, everyone fell silent.
"Nima, they actually came here!" Bi Ningshuai plunged into the snowdrift again, only showing his butt and two legs, like an ostrich.
This is exactly one of the descendants of the evil sects, and I don't know which evil sects Bi Ningshuai is referring to, and which evil sects can actually scare him like this.
Wang Meng picked up one of his calves, dragged him out of the snowdrift, lifted him upside down in his hands, and asked, "Who are these people? Even if it's Lord Yan, you don't need to be frightened like this?"
"They are Lord Yan, little Lord Yan!" Bi Ningshuai covered his face with his hands, afraid of being recognized.
"If you don't tell me, believe it or not, I'll throw you over there?" Wang Meng smiled and swung Bi Ning's handsome, skinny monkey-like body in the air.
Bi Ningshuai's cultivation base was originally higher than Wang Meng's, but at the moment he was so frightened that he couldn't even perform his duty.
"Don't, don't! I said, I said it's not enough!" Bi Ningshuai was really afraid that Wang Meng would throw him over, so he would be dead, and said slowly: "This white-faced man in black is the first of Sen Luo's palace. Your Highness of the Fourth Hall."