Chapter 463: inherited

Chapter 463: Inheritance
The words of the mysterious old man also revealed another important message.
The Emperor is alive!
After all, they are the emperors of ancient times. They are long-lasting, and the waves are washing sand. I do n’t know how many emperors have fallen.
Unexpectedly, this king, known as the most powerful and powerful emperor since ancient times, is still alive!
Is it possible that all living beings continue to practice and make breakthroughs, and it is possible to reach the state of longevity, life with heaven and earth, or even immortality?
Since the Emperor is still alive, what kind of monk is he now?
"Senior Emperor ... is he still in the wilderness?"
A little later, Su Zimo Ping regained his mind, and then asked.
"Of course not."
The mysterious old man waved his hand: "The master is not here. You don't have to remember to meet the master. You are not qualified."
Hearing this, Su Zimo was not upset, but just smiled.
Immediately afterwards, Su Zimo moved.
He suddenly remembered that Butterfly Yue had laughed before leaving, and wanted to return to her world.
Does that world coincide with the world in which the Emperor lives?
There have never been any traces of immortals on the continent. Does it prove that after all the practitioners become immortals, they have broken the void and gone to another world?
In that world, there may be endless immortals, or there may be butterfly moons, and some emperors. What kind of world is it?
Suddenly, Su Zimo's mind flashed countless thoughts, and he had infinite yearning for that strange world.
"Before you, seven people have entered the palace of the people, and each person has a different inheritance. The inheritance you will get is different from the previous one, and it can be regarded as the true biography of the master.
Speaking of which, the mysterious old man took a deep look at Su Zimo and waved his sleeve gently, two things appeared in the air.
One page, one big seal.
On this page, there are densely printed small heads, Su Zimo just glanced casually, and felt his eyes tingle slightly.
The other big seal, boxy and square, is golden in color, with a dragon encircling the big seal.
This golden seal is suspended in mid-air, exuding a burst of powerful coercion, as if it can break the stars and suppress the world!
The mysterious old man said: "This seal is called Panlongyin. Congenital artifact, you have collected it."
Congenital Artifact!
Su Zimo was shocked.
Prior to that, during the battle of His Royal Highness, Su Zimo saw the horror of innate artifacts.
Hang Qiuyu sacrificed the circle of silver light and shattered his superb spirit directly.
It was also because of this congenital artifact that Hang Qiuyu was not killed by Su Zimo in the end and escaped!
Moreover, the monk-builder could not release the true power of the innate spirit.
Congenital artifacts are in the hands of Jin Dan's real people to erupt the most terrifying power!
"Thank you senior."
Su Zimo did not quit, took Pan Longyin, and directly injected spiritual power.
Wow!
Panlong imprinted with the glorious light, Su Zimo's palm seemed to hold a round of blazing sun, and the momentum was compelling!
"Ok?"
Su Zimo's face changed, his wrist sank, and his body shook slightly.
Good weight!
After the dragon's seal was injected with spiritual power, Su Zimo felt a little heavy, almost ugly.
You know, Su Zimo is a masterpiece of Tongqiao. Now, even if the body is not demonized, its strength is enough to suppress all foundations!
But this Panlongyin has made him feel the pressure of this physical body.
The mysterious old man nodded secretly.
He thought that Su Zimo was caught off guard and he would be ugly. He was followed by Pan Longyin. He did not expect that this child would take root and stayed still, which was really beyond his expectation.
Su Zimo withdrew his spiritual power and took Pan Longyin into his bag.
This is a good baby!
Su Zimo rejoiced in his heart, turning his eyes, looking to the next page of Scriptures, looking forward.
The mysterious old man pointed to a page of scripture in the air and said lightly, "This is a secret technique created by the master. If you cultivate successfully, you can compete with Jin Dan in the foundation."
"Even ... to fight against Jin Dan's vision!"
hiss!
Su Zimo discolored slightly.
Cultivation can be divided into different realms, such as between the early, middle, and late stages of the foundation, which is the small realm, and the foundation and the Golden Dan realm are the big realms.
Between the great realms, there is an insurmountable gulf.
That is the symbol of breaking free from the heavens and earth. Shou Yuan is skyrocketing, and the strength is even worse.
Now, this man's secret technique can make Su Zimo build the base and have the power to compete with Jin Dan's real person!
The last sentence of the mysterious old man is even more scary.
Can compete with Jin Dan vision!
All monks know that the Golden Dan Vision is the ultimate in spirituality, and very few monks can cultivate Golden Dan Vision.
Many foundation-building arrogants, entered the ancient battlefield, want to go further in the foundation-building environment, in order to cultivate the most powerful vision while condensing Jindan!
The simple sentence of the mysterious old man does not need much evaluation and description, the horror of this mystery has been revealed!
The mysterious old man sighed slightly and said: "The practice of this technique is extremely high. After the autonomous person creates it, there is no second person to learn it. I hope you can succeed."
Although the mysterious old man said so, in his tone, he obviously did not hold much hope.
Su Zimo took this page of scripture and took a deep look. In the first line, five small golden characters were written in the middle—the ancient ancient dragon tactics!
In just five words, a horrible coercion came to the face, making people tremble.
For some reason, Su Zimo felt suddenly hot in his body, and seemed to have an inexplicable power, almost moving!
The voice of the mysterious old man resounded again, saying: "Although the ancientization of the dragon tactics will not make people become dragons after the cultivation of Dacheng, it can condense a ghost image of the dragon, which contains the real dragon power!"
"The human race is weak and the blood is ordinary. It is not comparable to the dragon race that was born strong. If you want to cultivate the ancient dragon tricks, you must steal the dragon blood!"
"The elixir you just swallowed was actually the blood and blood of a young dragon.
Hearing here, Su Zimo only appeared amazed.
No wonder, the smell of the elixir made him feel like he had known him.
Su Zimo's eyes flickered and he was lost in thought.
According to the mysterious old man, in order to cultivate this ancient dragon tactic, it is necessary to steal the blood of the dragon tribe to succeed.
His situation is somewhat special.
A few years ago, he swallowed half a dragon!
Although it hasn't been formed yet, it is a dragon egg after all!
"Hey."
The mysterious old man sneered: "Don't underestimate that it is a young dragon, a piece of flesh on the young dragon, refined into Dan, is enough to bring you so much benefit! If it is an adult dragon, there is no need to say any flesh, a drop of blood Energy is enough to destroy you! "
Su Zimo has no doubt about this.
At that time, he and Ye Ling swallowed the dragon eggs that had not yet hatched, and almost burst his body, digesting them for three years!
It was only when he heard that Mr. Huang Yi was ill, his mood was complicated, and he was unwilling to believe it. I remember when I was in high school, carrying my parents and teachers, peeping at the biography of the Great Tang Ssangyong, looking for Qin Ji, when I broke the void, like yesterday. It was also at that time that I realized that martial arts can be written in this way, that there can be broken voids, and that they can be so stunning; only to know that crossing novels can be so clever and perfect with history, and even once wondered whether there were really few items in history Long ... another master left, feeling an era, came to an end.
(End of this chapter)