Cultivator In Martial God World

When Heifeng was on the first floor of a juvenile body refinement, he once slipped and fell into a cave tens of meters deep. There is no light in the cave, and everything you see is pitch black, narrow and airtight.

On that occasion, he stayed in the cave for five days before being rescued.

In just five days, for him, it was as long as five years. Since then, he has suffered from claustrophobia. In any small, enclosed space, the fear in his heart It came up like a tide, and without a word, drowned him in, making him unable to breathe at all.

This kind of illness has always been with him, until he went straight to True God Peak, and it didn't alleviate in the slightest.

But at this moment, he returned to his old place, once again in the claustrophobic cave.

all around the silence, all the voices disappeared, he was like a blind, deaf, was swallowed in the thick darkness.

The cold sweat wet his clothes, and gradually, he heard a weird sound.

dong dong dong, dong dong dong.

Compatible with this voice, there is also a rustling voice, like there are countless poisonous snakes, swimming by his feet, sticking his tongue out, and it is possible to give him a mouthful at any time .

Hei Feng feels a little out of breath, it seems that the next moment is about to suffocate.

He knew exactly what the sound was, but it was his own heartbeat and the sound of blood flowing, but inexplicably, he just felt terrified and terrified.

"If I want your life now, but no effort at all!" A voice suddenly came out from the darkness.

Black Wind heard it clearly, and his thinking instantly retreated.

He finally remembered that he is already True God Peak, the Palace Lord of the corpse palace, and he is asking Yang Xuan for advice.

The darkness retreated like a tide, and the faint light came back into his eyes.

A blue Heavenly Saint dressed in white clothed, looking at him faintly.

After a long while, Black Wind bowed to the ground.

"Understood?" Yang Xuan asked.

"Understood!" Heifeng replied.

"Farewell!" Yang Xuan said the last two words, then turned around.

Behind him, Heifeng always bends over, even if Yang Xuan has been away for a long time, he has never lifted the head.

Out of the corpse hall, No.5 and No.6 are still standing next to the Force Car. Seeing Yang Xuan come out, they are all sighed in relief.

"His Royal Highness, the Holy One invites you to the temple." Number Five said respectfully.

"Let's go!" Yang Xuan didn't hesitate. He happened to be going to see the Holy One. There were many questions, and the Holy One needed to explain to him.

The Force Car moved, and disappeared into the passage in a blink of an eye. The towering castle is still solemn and solemn, but nobody knows that that many things have happened in it.

Under the sunlight, the towering sacred peak looks extremely brilliant and infinitely solemn.

Yang Xuan climbed up the stairs, and the door of the huge temple had been opened very quietly.

In front of the door, hundreds of saints lined up on both sides, lowered their heads and caressed their chests, and gave Yang Xuan the most noble etiquette.

When Yang Xuan entered the temple, the door behind him was quietly closed.

In the temple, the darkness began to fade, and the soft white rays of light emitted from the spherical objects, illuminating the entire temple.

At the end of the steps, on the huge seat, sat an old man wearing white clothed, with white beard and hair, kind and kind.

Zazaza!

The steps moved and settled down to the ground. After a few breaths, they became even with the ground.

Another organ sound rang, and an object slowly rose up less than five meters in front of the huge seat.

It was actually another identical seat.

"Sit!" The white beard, the benevolent saint spoke, and pointed to the seat in front of him.

Yang Xuan did not push back, but sat down.

"Time flies quickly!" The saint suddenly sighed unfathomable mystery.

"It's not slow!" Yang Xuan nodded, having an unfathomable mystery dialogue with the saint.

"When you left Holy Mountain alone, you were an imaginary god. Unexpectedly, after just twenty years, you have stepped into Celestial Realm, and the old man has to sigh, the world has changed and it is really impermanent. "The saint's voice seemed to be really sighing.

"It's just a fluke." Yang Xuan said indifferently.

The saint nodded, after looking at Yang Xuan, he said: "If you have any questions, please ask."

"Why invite me to Holy Mountain?" Yang Xuan straight to the point.

"The Old Guy of Divine Prediction said that you are the only one who can break through Heaven and Earth. Inviting you into Holy Mountain is just my trust in Divine Prediction." The saint is outspoken. "Why do you want me to be the second Holy Son and grant the killing authority?" Yang Xuan asked again.

"You are very important. At that time, Chikong's cultivation base was above you, and the forces under his command were hundreds of times higher than you. I did this just to protect you." The saint said again.

Yang Xuan nodded, this is no different from what he guessed.

After taking a deep breath, Yang Xuan asked an important question: "What is meant by breaking through Heaven and Earth?"

"Do you know how many years I have been in heaven and man? "The saint asked suddenly.

"I don't know!" Yang Xuan replied.

"It's been almost three hundred years, but I still can't make progress." The saint shook his head, as if sighing: "Di Lingxiao, Xie Zhengyi, including Xiao Hanyu who was killed by you, which is not so , It’s not every minute, every second I long to escape from this cage."

"The cage? Where to escape?" Yang Xuan thought for a while and asked.

"It's a prison. As for where to escape, to be honest, I don't know, but it's better than being trapped here and not seeing any hope." Said the saint.

Yang Xuan took a deep breath. Such an answer is no better than no answer.

"Where is the Kaitianjing in Holy Mountain?" Yang Xuan turned the subject and asked again.

"In Chikong's hands." Saint replied.

"The last question." Yang Xuan looked at the saint.

"You ask." The saint looked directly at Yang Xuan.

"Who are you anyway?" Yang Xuan paused.

The saint was silent. I don’t know how long he came over before he slowly said: "My name is Jin, and my name is Jinzhan."

Jinzhan?

Soaring Firmament Treasure Palace, the Golden Battle?

Yang Xuan’s face was full of shock. He never thought that the so-called saint was the most outstanding dísciple of the Soaring Firmament Treasure Palace three hundred years ago, the golden battle of a friend of Martial God.

"Are you the Golden Battle? The Lingxiao Golden Battle?" Yang Xuan couldn't believe it.

"I am the Battle of Gold, but it has nothing to do with Soaring Firmament Treasure Palace." Battle of Gold said indifferently.

"Why?" Yang Xuan was full of curiosity.

"That's another story, it has nothing to do with you." Jin Zhan shook his head, his expression unchanged.

Took a deep breath, Yang Xuan suppressed the emotion of surprise, only his eyes, but still lingering on the face of Jin Zhan.

"Are there any questions?" Jinzhan asked indifferently.

"Where did Martial God go?" Yang Xuan asked.

"Go to Item Hall, someone is waiting for you there, maybe he can answer your question." Jin Zhan sighed said.

Item Hall?

Yang Xuan's eyes were filled with doubts. He now feels more and more that the composition of the Holy Mountain is full of strangeness.

Yang Xuan was wondering, the Battle of Jin suddenly laughed and said: "Yang Xuan, do you know that there is a rumor that you are the first under the heavens."

"Is it true?" ?" Yang Xuan suppressed the doubt in his heart, indifferent expression.

"You suppressed Emperor Lingxiao, forced Xie Zhengyi to admit defeat on the spot, and behead Xiao Hanyu, the Ice Palace. Among the Four Gods Realm, now I am the only one who has not fought with you. Now outsiders are speculating. , Will there be a big battle between you and me." Jin Zhan said with a smile.

"Oh? Is there such a rumor?" Yang Xuan is still an indifferent expression.

"I won't fight you!" Jin Zhan shook his head, and said: "My cultivation base is almost on par with Xiao Hanyu. Fighting with you is boring."

"Then say goodbye!" Yang Xuan got up and arched his hands.

"When you are leaving, tell me, we Old Guy, we have waited too long." Jin Zhan suddenly said.

"Yes!" Yang Xuan nodded, then turned around.

After Yang Xuan left, the saint slave walked out of the darkness and said: "My lord, the cultivation base of Heavenly Saint Son...?"

"deep and unmeasurable, I It's not his opponent." Jin Zhan shook his head, stopped, and said: "If the news is spread, I will say that I was defeated by Yang Xuan within three moves."

"This...I'm afraid ......" Sheng Nu was taken aback for a moment, and then hesitated.

"Let's pass it like this, the people of the province are guessing randomly. After all, I am not his opponent." Jin Zhan sighed, seeming to be emotional.

"Yang Xuan is only a Holy Son after all. If it is spread like this, I am afraid it will be for you..."

"Look at him on the same level as me. Where is the appearance of Holy Son? The battle of Jin seems to be smiling bitterly: "What's more, he now holds millions of masters, countless True Gods, and surrounded by Immortal Sect forces. The newly-appearing Lord of Monster Race is also his dísciple, and he has become a lineage by himself. "

"..." Saint slave also sighed, but nodded: "Yes, I will send the news."