Eternal Sacred King

Chapter 429 Stone Breaking into the Sky, the Emperor's Hall is Now!

The battle over the ruins ends, and the biggest winner is Danyangmen.

In the ancient battlefield, there were more than a thousand disciples of Danyangmen, and there were more than 400 people left!

Not surprisingly, these four hundred people could safely return to Danyangmen.

Xiao Ning successfully accepted the tradition, opened the alchemy hall, and obtained countless ancient books of alchemy.

Bringing these ancient books back to Danyangmen will inevitably increase Danyangmen's reputation and status.

The next day, the ancestral forces of Danyangmen, Qianhemen, Tombs, and Zongzong all set off and left here to return to Xuantian City.

Most of the monks on this battlefield in ancient times have achieved their purpose.

In the following period, everyone will choose to practice in Xuantian City with peace of mind, and will not leave until the expiry of one year.

Su Zimo also began to retreat, impacting the seventh spirit vein.

Time passed slowly, and in a flash, Su Zimo had been in the ancient battlefield for half a year.

A few days ago, he just got through the seventh vein, and his strength improved again.

As long as he continues to practice, Su Zimo may practice to the top of the seven veins before leaving the ancient battlefield.

After returning to Da Zhou, taking the perfect Kaimai Dan, he will have the opportunity to open the eighth spiritual vein and become a foundation-building monk who runs through the eight classic veins!

Through the eight veins, it is a great completion of the foundation, and it will become a golden Dan!

And when Jin Dan is condensed, there must be visions accompanying each other!

Of course, this is on the premise of everything going well.

No one can guarantee a smooth road to cultivation, and no one can predict what will happen in the middle of it.

This day, a sudden lightning thunder and thunder in the sky, a thrilling, terrifying coercion, instantly descended on the ancient battlefield!

Everything is silent!

Time seems to freeze.

All the creatures in the ancient battlefield, whether they are ancient relics or pure blood fierce beasts, lie on the ground honestly, trembling like chills, with endless fear in their eyes.

This is the fear from ancient times. Although far away, it is ingrained and indelible.

Everywhere in the ancient battlefields, the descendants of the super gates on the heavenly continent appeared one after another, came into the air, looked up, and were shocked.

Countless monks awakened from the retreat and went out.

In Xuantian City, whether it is Danyangmen, Qianhemen, or Tomb Sect, Dai Sect.

At this moment, all the monks felt something, came to the long street, on the roof, in the air, and looked at the sky.

Many monks looked stunned and stunned.

Even Liang Bo, the sealer, opened his mouth wide, and an incredible light burst into his eyes.

At the very center of the sky, the situation changes suddenly!

The clouds were thick, the sea of ​​clouds tumbled and swirled slowly, forming a huge black cloud vortex, which was extremely shocking.

In this sea of ​​clouds, there is a dense array of lightning photoelectric snakes, densely packed, and in the sea of ​​clouds, a sea of ​​thunderous lightning is formed.

The closer to the center of the vortex, the more intense the thunder and lightning!

The thunder was billowing and the light was shining.

It seems that there is a behemoth about to descend from the sea of ​​clouds!

"this is……"

Su Zimo stood up in the air, looking up at the sky, his eyes shining with awe-inspiring light.

The cloud sea vortex center, the breath coming out is too terrifying, heartbreaking!

This coercion shrouded, Su Zimo's heart even gave birth to an incomparably humble feeling, almost worshipped!

Some monks could not bear it, and they were already kneeling on the ground, looking terrified.

Gradually, a huge square slab emerges from the center of the vortex, covering the wild and the wild, and it seems to be able to crush everything in the ancient battlefield into nothingness!

This unknown terror exists, exposing the tip of the iceberg.

The slate continued to descend, gradually revealing the full picture.

This is an ancient palace with a round top and a square ground. It is full of simple and vast atmosphere, as if from the ancient times.

"Tianyuan place, the imperial palace!"

Liang Bo took a breath, and exclaimed.

At the same time, the successors of the super gates in the ancient battlefields also recognized the origin of this ancient palace.

People's palace.

These three words seem to have a special magic power. The blood in Su Zimo's body is faintly boiling!

Su Zimo has never heard of the palace.

But seeing the eyes of others, he knew that the origin of this hall is probably far above the sword and mountains!

Countless monks fell to the ground and looked at the ancient palace under the sky, with endless enthusiasm and awe in their eyes.

The Emperor's Hall, standing under the sky, suspended in the ocean of thunder and lightning, looks like a supreme supreme god, overlooking the world, and magnificent.

The stone is broken and the palace of the Emperor is here!

Liang Bo took a deep breath and muttered to himself: "The appearance of the Emperor's Palace means that the war in the continent is about to begin, and a golden age is coming!"

"It seems that in this life, there must be a peerless emperor!"

"Perhaps we will usher in a prosperous world in which all the emperors joined together, reappearing the glory of ancient times!"

"Fortunate to be born in this life, to witness everything and die without regrets."

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South of the ancient battlefield.

An inch monk, Chi. Naked upper body, every inch of muscle flickers with bronze light, full of a sense of power of explosion.

The man came out of his way, carrying a huge spear on his shoulders, exuding a violent and violent breath, looking up at the ancient palace above his head, and laughing: "Ha ha ha ha! The palace of the people came, it seems that I am Pang Yue I must be emperor! "

Laughter did not fall, Pang Yue strode to the meteor, heading towards the center of the ancient battlefield.

north.

At the entrance of a hidden cave house, through the layers of tree and vine, you can see a pair of resentful eyes.

"Su Zimo, if it weren't for you, my Pei Chunyu would definitely have the chance to get the inheritance of the Imperial Palace!"

Half a year later, Pei Chunyu has not yet broken through the eight pulses to build the foundation, and is unable to participate in the struggle for the inheritance of the imperial palace.

In order to survive, he can only hide here.

West.

A monk who was sitting still in the desert suddenly got up, looked at the ancient palace above his head, and muttered to himself: "The palace of the people, the little monk's heart moved."

East.

A purple sky soared into the sky, slowly landed, and transformed into a figure.

The monk in purple robes smiled sternly, his face was somber, and his eyebrows were not angry, and there was endless purple air around him, which was extraordinary.

With a little groaning, Monk Purple Robe's figure suddenly disappeared in place.

The center of the ancient battlefield.

Before a weeping waterfall, a monk sat quietly on the bluestone, wet with splashes of water, but he didn't care.

The monk wore a sheathed sword across his knees, his eyes narrowed and his eyes faintly flashed.

"Hehehe."

The monk's fingers were long and slender as jade, holding the sword handle slowly.

Hum!

Jianguang flickered, and disappeared suddenly.

The sword has been sheathed, as if it never appeared.

The original waterfall suddenly stopped for a while, and a narrow blank trace appeared in the middle, as if cut off by someone!

"Legacy of the Emperor, who do I care for!"

The monk rose to his feet and ran his sword across his waist, whispering softly, "A rare opportunity, let me start with the shocking sword in the hands of Hang Qiuyu, and try your own ways!"

Almost at the same time.

The descendants of the major gates all set off, heading towards the most central area of ​​the ancient battlefield.

(End of this chapter)