The city's doctor and martial artist

Chapter 748 Bluestone Sculpture
"Emperor Lin, your strength these years, you have been hiding on the dark island, seems to have increased a lot." Yaofeng smiled, turned his head at this time, and his eyes fell on the people behind.

The Lord of the Twelve Dark Islands in the North Sea, this strong man who was once rumored to be able to stand between the eastern and western martial arts circles and form a line of his own with his own strength, few people in today's martial arts world really know how strong he is.

"Hall of the Fawang."

"I don't know you well." Emperor Lin looked indifferent, and without saying a word to the person in front of him, he would move towards the original white door.

Yaofeng's complexion changed slightly when he heard the words, and he was inevitably a little unhappy, but in the end he held back his anger.

He turned his head and looked at the distant sky. For the third person who came here, Yaofeng showed curiosity on his face.

Not far ahead, Emperor Lin walked slowly, step by step to the blue sculpture, he slowly raised his head, a glint flashed in his eyes, he suddenly raised his hand, and respectfully bowed to the sculpture.

"In front of the fairy gate, I knelt for 6000 years, just waiting for one person."

"You deserve to be bowed down by the emperor." Emperor Lin showed a serious look on his face. In the past hundred years, he has only raised his hand politely at most. Such a serious bowed bow has rarely appeared since he stepped into the world of martial arts. .

After this obeisance, Emperor Lin moved again, and he was already standing in front of the white gate.

Before the door was opened, he stood there quietly, as if he had also turned into a sculpture.

As time passed, a blood light flashed in the distant sky, and the third person who rushed to this place was the blood patriarch Dracula.

"Is it open yet?"

"Yaofeng, you came really fast." Dracula glanced at the purple-haired man in front of him, and couldn't help mocking in a low voice.

In the Western martial arts world, in terms of strength, the evil wind of the Dharma King Hall is superior to the blood race, but Dracula is also a monster who has lived for an unknown amount of time, so naturally he will not surrender to anyone easily.

"According to the calculations of my Dharma King's Hall, it will take at least half a day for the fairy gate to open." Yaofeng chuckled, apparently not paying attention, and just said in a low voice.

Dracula snorted, and the two didn't say much, they turned and waited aside.

With the passage of time, the top experts in the martial arts circles of the East and the West all came to this white gate one after another as if they had made an appointment.

The fourth person who came here was no longer a member of the Western Martial Arts world, but Fairy Mengyuan from the Kunlun Snow Region. Obviously, this woman's strength has grown a lot after half a year of retreat.

Not long after, the Western Holy See, the strongmen of the monastery, and the Chinese Zoroastrianism, the top powerhouses of the Buda Palace, almost all came here.

In addition to these powerhouses in the supernatural realm, gradually there are powerhouses in the late Yuanying period, who finally rushed to this place. In the entire Western martial arts world, all the strongmen who entered the treasure house gathered here.

Relatively speaking, on the side of Huaxia Yinmen, the gathering of strong men is obviously a little sparse.

"Master Meng, what's behind this gate?" Among the crowd, a woman in white who was standing beside Meng Yuan couldn't help asking softly.

Kunlun Snow Region, coming here at this moment, besides Meng Yuan, is this Kunlun Snow Region Envoy Bai Yu Fairy dressed in white clothes.

"There is the real battlefield, and the source of longevity is inside."

"After the fairy gate is opened, you must follow me closely. If you don't understand the rules of the second floor, even if you enter the spiritual realm, you probably won't survive a stick of incense." Meng Yuan looked serious, looked at Bai Yu and whispered replied.

To say that the martial arts world understands the power of the Tiangong Treasure House, the Kunlun Snow Region can definitely be counted as one of them.

The last time the treasure house was opened, Meng Yuan came in once, she is no stranger to this place.

"Disciple understands." Fairy Bai Yu responded quickly after listening.

In front of this white gate, with the passage of time, the top experts in the entire eastern and western martial arts circles gathered at this moment.

These top powerhouses don't care about the things on the first floor. They come here for only one purpose, and that is the legendary source of longevity.

"Sister Bai Yu, long time no see, how are you doing?" Yue Chen, the head teacher of the Fire Worship Sect at the side, stood beside the Kunlun disciple and looked at Bai Yu with a smile on his face.

The relationship between these two people is very delicate, and the secret is probably only known to them in their hearts.

"Very good, I'm sorry to bother Headmaster Yue." Bai Yu glanced at the person beside him, and responded with a sullen face.

The smile on Yue Chen's face remained the same, it seemed to be a little bit stronger, and then he said again: "Yu'er, do you know why all of us are just waiting by the fairy gate, and only that one person stands in front of the gate?" ?”

At the same time as she opened her mouth, Yue Chen raised her finger and pointed to Lin Di who was almost slamming against the white door panel in the distance.

"Dark Island, Emperor Lin..." Bai Yu immediately looked over, with a curious look on his face.

Of course, she has heard of Emperor Lin's name. He became famous early, an era earlier than Kunlun's current head teacher, but it is rumored that he has a strange personality and is difficult to get along with ordinary people.

"Why?" Bai Yu asked softly after thinking for a while, still unable to restrain her curiosity.

Yue Chen chuckled, his eyes flashed with inspiration, and his spiritual sense transmitted voice: "Actually, there is no particular reason, he just wants to be the first to enter the second floor."

"Oh, the first one to go in, is there any good place to go?"

"Basically no."

After the two talked, Bai Yu couldn't help being slightly taken aback after listening, and subconsciously looked at Lin Di in the distance, apparently a little confused about this person.

"Yu'er, within the fairy gate, there is an ancient battlefield."

"You try to stay behind Meng Yuan. If you compete with others for the source of longevity, of all the people present here, you can only offend that Lindi, and Meng Yuan can protect you from others."

Yuechen spoke again through sound transmission, his conversation was obviously not just chatting, but a warning to Bai Yu.

"Why?" Bai Yu was stunned and couldn't help asking again.

"Because, in the matter of the source of longevity, this person is a lunatic. He has no scruples, even his own life. You can't imagine how terrifying a lunatic in the late stage of the supernatural realm is." Responding quickly, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes at the same time.

Following the conversation between the two, half a day passed quickly, and bursts of spiritual light suddenly appeared on the white gate ahead.

The ground trembled, and all the people in front of the fairy gate had a flash of light in their eyes, and at the same time turned their heads to focus on the huge white gate.

"boom."

"Crack..."

There were bursts of ear-piercing voices, the white door slowly opened, and a gust of cold air rushed towards their faces, making everyone tremble involuntarily.

In front of the fairy gate, Emperor Lin's body was filled with dim light, his body remained motionless, quietly waiting for the gate to open, and he ignored the power erupting from the gate.

The giant white gate was halfway open, and under the eyes of everyone, Lin Di's figure suddenly disappeared instantly.

"Go in, we can't fall behind."

"The time for this door to open is limited, hurry up..."

The disappearance of Emperor Lin was like a half-signal to enter. The spiritual power of everyone in front of the door surged, and a long rainbow was drawn in mid-air, rushing into the white gate without hesitation.

These people are almost all the top powerhouses in the martial arts world, and the speed is jaw-dropping. In just a few breaths, there are only a few Nascent Soul juniors left in front of the fairy gate who have not yet reacted.

"Changshengyuan, according to the records of the Tongji Association, in addition to competing for strength within the Xianmen, luck is also extremely important, and I also have a chance." Outside the Xianmen, Ling Yanji's eyes flashed red, and he didn't hesitate anymore.

Not long after, the remaining Nascent Soul powerhouses had the opportunity to all enter the fairy gate, but at this time the huge white gate had not been fully opened.

In less than half a minute, there was only one person left outside the fairy gate.

"The Source of Longevity... Before going in, I have one more thing to do." Yaofeng had a wicked smile on his face, and he moved his body and stood in front of the blue sculpture.

After a while of silence, a dark red jade bottle appeared in Yaofeng's hand. After the bottle cap was lifted, a few drops of blood-red liquid dripped out of it.

Immediately there was a flash of purple light all over his body, he quickly made a formula in his palm, and suddenly slapped the bluestone sculpture in front of him.

"Crack." A crack appeared on the sculpture, small and long.

The blood-red liquid that dripped on the sculpture before, as the cracks melted into the interior, more and more cracks began to appear on the bluestone sculpture. Accompanied by a strange red light and a fierce aura, it suddenly shot up into the sky at this moment.

As if something was about to burst out of the sculpture, the fierce aura became more and more intense.

"Next, just wait for two days. Once his remnant spirit runs away, no one can live on the first floor of the treasure house." The smile on Yaofeng's face was evil, but it seemed that he had thought of something, and his smile froze a little.

After a moment's hesitation, Yaofeng's eyes flashed purple, and he raised his hand and typed a seal formula, which merged into the sculpture, and then he showed satisfaction, and entered the fairy gate behind.

At the same time, the opening time of the fairy gate seems to have reached the limit. Not long after the evil wind entered, the huge white gate quickly closed again.

In front of the fairy gate, the originally cyan sculpture was now wrapped in a strange blood red, which captured the mind and spirit, and spread continuously in all directions.

"Hoo!"

"Hoo!"

On the ground in front of the cyan sculpture, suddenly a burst of mud bulges, a monster with a faint light all over its body, as if it is wearing a dark cloak, with a human figure faintly visible inside, screaming and crawling out of the mud, as if it came from hell of demons.

One, two, three... until a total of five black monsters appeared, the movement on the ground in front of them slowly stopped.

The aura of these monsters is extremely good, the worst one almost has the aura of Jindan Wuxiu, and the aura of the headed one is close to the Nascent Soul Realm.

(End of this chapter)