Chapter 1907: The Great Palm Seal

Chapter 1907: The Great Emperor's Palm Print
Dozens of brown soil mounds meant that dozens of powerful men with a cultivation base equivalent to Long Jingtian were planted on the ground like this.
The dragon Jingtian he saw was all creepy. In his memory, when he competed with Emperor Zhou Tian for the position of the emperor, there were not so many opponents in that era.
What era are these people living in!
Confirming that there is no danger, Yang Teng carefully observes the mound formed by everyone's heads.
He really saw some clues.
The expressions of these people before they died were very strange, with a look of expectation in the calm!
No matter where the fatal injury is, everyone’s head is kept intact. If it is a head injury, the wound is small, and the head has become such a big mound, and you can see the clear injury. If it becomes normal With the size of a human head, many scars will be hidden.
It is certain that these strong men were killed to death, why can't we see other expressions on their faces, such as anger, such as unwillingness, such as the struggle before death.
I didn't see these expressions, and the facial expressions of these powerful men seemed to be that these people didn't care about death, and even yearned to be killed.
Furthermore, the faces of these people face the same direction.
The three of them discussed such a strange situation for a long time, and they did not determine the reason.
"Follow the direction these people are facing and see what they are looking at." Long Jingtian joked.
There is no clear goal to find that magical place. When you encounter such a strange thing, you must find out the reason. The three of them proceeded in the direction where the heads were facing.
After another day, a high mountain suddenly appeared in front of him.
This mountain has a unique shape, with cliffs on several sides, pointing straight to the sky.
The bottom of the mountain is wide, extending to all sides, especially the left and right sides, extending far away, forming a super huge platform at the bottom of the mountain.
"This mountain is very interesting. Have you noticed that if you shrink this mountain, it will look like a sword." Yang Teng pointed to the mountain that pierced the sky and said.
If so, the sword's blade pointed to the sky, the large platform was the sword's guard, and the hilt was just below the ground.
The old man and Long Jingtian shook their bodies at the same time, "It's not really a mountain where a sword evolves!"
No matter how you look at it, the more it looks, the more it looks like a mountain formed by a huge sword inserted on the ground.
I rushed over quickly, and came closer. It was more certain that this mountain should have evolved from a sword. There were cracks on the smooth cliff. The side of the mountain was the position of the blade, and the gaps could be seen. It is a trace of damage to the sword in battle.
"Imperial artifact!" Long Jingtian identified this mountain as an evolution of imperial artifact.
The old man also agrees that only those who are strong in the realm of the emperor can possess a sword of this level and can evolve into a mountain.
The same is an imperial weapon, in the hands of ordinary monks, it is impossible to turn into a mountain in any case.
Standing on the large platform where the handguards evolved, looking into the distance, Yang Teng and the three found that those strong men who were planted on the ground were all facing this place.
"Let's go, some things are destined to become eternal mysteries, we can't verify what happened in the first place, or don't think about it." Long Jingtian greeted the two to leave.
If it was an imperial sword, Yang Teng would definitely be greedy and try to take it away.
The imperial weapon turned into a mountain, he could not turn the mountain into an imperial weapon again, nor could he take it away.
After bypassing the sword that has turned into a mountain, the vision of the eye changes, the plain disappears, and it is replaced by undulating hills.
These hills are normal and no longer evolved from human heads.
The hills are also very abnormal. The sections of the hills are very regular, and the intervals between each hill are the same, and they are arranged in an orderly manner.
Seeing swathes of hills, the three people's scalp numb, no matter how you look at them, these hills are like giant graves!
At a glance, there are hundreds of hills.
"It's not really a cemetery, right? Where did we come here and who is buried here!" The old man looked at the hill opposite in surprise.
When I approached the hills, I didn't see tombstones and other things that could determine the identity of the tombs, but I was able to confirm that these hills were definitely huge tombs.
Long Jingtian's expression was solemn, "Those head hills, the giant tombs here, and the sword that turned into a mountain should all be before the age of my life."
"But why do I know nothing about these." Long Jingtian cried out in confusion.
Each era has its own distinct characteristics, and it can be judged which era belongs to by its breath.
Long Jingtian was able to judge by his breath that these people, tombs, and swords were unable to make accurate dating before the age of his life. Perhaps it was because the age was too old, and some things were vague and unable to be accurately judged.
Regardless of the era, dozens of powerful men who were qualified to attack the position of the emperor were killed and buried here. There should be records in this regard.
Long Jingtian couldn't find any records that matched these in his memory.
"Forget it, these things have nothing to do with us, so let's find the place where we are going." Yang Teng is like this. Whenever he encounters things that cannot be solved, he will leave it aside. Maybe he can find the answer in the future.
Walking through the cemetery, there is no clue of value.
Passing through this cemetery, there is a cliff not far away.
The flat ground was ruptured, like a cliff created by strong external forces.
The cliff stretched to the distance, and the three of them stood on the cliff and looked down. The depth is estimated to be ten thousand feet. If you look into the distance, you can only see the vague end.
"It's too much effort, Master, how about I take you to fly over." Long Jingtian suggested.
"Alright." Of course Yang Teng would not refuse anything that can save effort.
"Ang!" Long Jingtian let out a dragon chant, showing his deity.
Yang Teng and the old man flew over the dragon's back.
Long Jingtian's huge body soared into the sky.
Located on the back of Long Jingtian overlooking the earth, it is another scene, showing a different kind of plan.
"It's actually a big handprint!" Yang Teng saw the cliff on the ground, and then looked into the distance, bringing the whole view of the cliff into his eyes, showing the shape of a big handprint with five fingers spread out.
"It must be the mark left by a strong man in the great realm." The old man said affirmatively.
It is actually not difficult to form such a big handprint, not to mention the old man, a quasi-emperor, even Yang Teng can easily leave such a mark.
However, it is still clear that they can not be eroded by the years in the long years. They can't do it. Only the emperor has such strength.
After leaving such a large handprint, it is much more difficult than destroying a continent with one palm.
That's why the old man concluded that this is the mark left by the great emperor.
Long Jingtian walked through the clouds and quickly leaped over the big mudra.
Just at the palm of the big mudra, suddenly a coercion rose to the sky.
"No! You stand firm!" Long Jingtian's voice was panic, and he tried his best to avoid him.
Yang Teng and the old man both possessed themselves, holding the gap between the scales of Dragon Jingtian with their hands, so as not to be violently shaken and flew away.
They can also stand in the void, but they are far less flexible in the air than Long Jingtian, so staying on Long Jingtian's back is the best choice.
"Bang!" The pressure soared into the sky, rushing into the endless void next to Long Jingtian's body, a trace of pressure swept Zhonglong Jingtian, and Long Jingtian was tumbling endlessly.
"Avoid the palm of the Mahamudra!" Yang Teng roared loudly. He felt that the source of this pressure was the palm of the Mahamudra.
Without Yang Teng's reminder, Long Jingtian also noticed the source of coercion and quickly rolled to one side to avoid it with the help of the force of the beating.
"Boom!" The ground trembled, making a loud noise.
As Long Jingtian rolled over, Yang Teng's eyes swept across the ground, only one glance scared him to death.
The big mudra is actually moving.
Just like a big hand resurrected, the palm and five fingers leave the ground, and then come together.
My life is over! The old man also saw the movement of the big mudra and subconsciously closed his eyes and waited for death.
The speed at which Long Jingtian flies away is much slower than the speed at which the big palms are brought together, and Long Jingtian is absolutely unable to escape.
"Ang! Aung! Aung!" Long Jingtian roared, trying his best to leave the area controlled by the big palm.
Everything is in vain.
The big palm closes instantly.
"Bang!" With a loud noise, Yang Teng's eyes were pitch black, his body was tightly bound, and his breathing was not smooth.
The three of them were grasped by the big palms and held firmly in their palms.
"Find a way to rush out, or we all have to die here!" Yang Teng roared loudly, and displayed all his abilities at the same time.
The mysterious magic technique has no effect. The big palm is evolved from the big mudra on the ground. With the pressure of the great emperor, the mysterious magic technique has no effect at all.
Several kinds of aura in the body were all input into the big palm that tightly bound the body, and there was no response to the various auras that could be called fatal to ordinary monks, such as clay cow entering the sea.
Using the extreme chill of the Ice Emperor's Ring to launch an attack, Yang Teng felt that he was going to be frozen stiff, and there was still no response from his big palm.
The body was tightly bound, and there was no room to perform swordsmanship and boxing. Yang Teng used other methods that he could use.
In the end, he had no choice but to give up. He was completely convinced. The great emperor's realm powerhouse left him in a desperate situation and could only wait silently for his death.
The old man was not much better than Yang Teng, using his strongest cultivation base to attack again and again, but his big palm did not respond.
"Ang!" Long Jingtian roared in waves.
"I still don't believe it. I can't beat the living emperor. A big handprint left by the emperor can't be beaten by Laozi!" Under the furious Long Jingtian manipulated his body to shrink rapidly.
I hope to use the space left by my body to fight back.
His body was tightly bound, and Long Jingtian could not make a counterattack.
"Boom!" As Long Jingtian's body diminished, the big palm of his hand continued to be tied tightly, giving him no chance to resist.
Instead, the big palms became smaller, and the force they produced fell on him, hitting Yang Teng with the Venus twinkling in front of him, almost fainting.