Chapter 2004: Sixty years in Zhenling (4th more monthly ticket)

During Qin Xuan's retreat, the immortal world also changed.
In the calm, the sound of thunder continued to roll.
In the old days, the nine sacred passes were full of voices, but at this moment, it was silent, with few people.
This holy gate seemed to be empty for a few minutes.
In the Middle Territory, there was a direct line of saints who were born, and on this immortal soil, it set off a storm.
In the Northern Territory, under the Sacred Sect, Tianjiao frequently appeared.
Someone walked out of the holy gate and frustrated many of their peers in the Northern Territory along the way.
Southern Territory, inside a vast Buddhist temple.
There was a figure walking out of this temple gate.
In his eyebrows, there is no Buddha's compassion, only the meaning of fighting, the true immortal seven heavens, wanting to go south.
In the Western Regions, a certain figure stepped on the corpses of the celestial bodies, wiped off the blood on the face, and the charming face was full of evil spirits.
In the Southern Territory, a man carried a long spear, killed the enemy with three shots, knocked on the second heaven, and killed the four innocent immortals.
On his waist, there is a seal, with the word "Sky".
In the middle of the field, there was a green cow with scars on his body, licking in the immortal forbidden, his eyes were sad and tired.
In the tomb of the emperor, an old man stood here quietly.
Beside him, there is an existence shrouded in endless horror.
The face of a saint cannot be intuitionistic, but this figure, immortal abundance destroys everything, even the saint, and it is not intuitive.
"Forty-three years, here, it's over to you!"
The faint words sounded from the voice full of immortal aura.
The old man with chaotic eyes stepped on this mountain and slowly said: "The younger generation who buried the emperor's mausoleum is born. Before the catastrophe, there must be a prosperous age. The century will fight for the glory, the saints will fight for the throne, and the emperor will fight for his life."
"Unfortunately, if not here, how many people know about it!?"
He held his hand and looked at the buried emperor's mausoleum, the heavens and the earth, the creatures that had gradually awakened.
Suddenly, an aura of terror rose.
It was a green creature, whose head was like a dragon, but its body was like a tiger.
"Some little guys can't bear it anymore!"
"The catastrophe is coming, I have to do more."
The figure hidden in the fairy cloud slowly said: "It's a pity!"
He seemed to sigh lightly, with a touch of regret, as if regretting this old man, regretting this immortal world, and also about regretting the mighty creature that awakened from the buried emperor's mausoleum.
Then, the palm of the figure hidden in the fairy cloud slightly protruded.
What a hand this is, the skin is pale yellow, and the blood is like a dragon. In its palm prints, it seems to hide an endless galaxy.
With the palm of his hand poking out, a formation of hundreds of feet suddenly appeared above that powerful creature.
In this array, there are hundreds of ways, if you can get something out of the bag.
Immediately, thunder exploded in the array of hundreds of seats.
In an instant, it swept across the burial mausoleum for thousands of miles, the dark black thunder, almost annihilated everything, annihilating the powerful creatures in it.
boom!
In the depths of the buried emperor's mausoleum, a great earthquake trembled, and the heavens and the earth were about to collapse.
This kind of breath, each of them, is enough to cover the world, and each of them almost seems to be walking out of the wild.
That kind of tyrannical aura, even if it is seen by a saint, shivered.
Even this kind of tyrannical aura has affected the world, thousands of miles away, a vast sword emerged, three feet of sharp edge, but cracked the space, and strands of chaotic energy lingered in this sword.
Another place is a tripod. Around this tripod, the lingering power in the immortal world is also the ultimate power, the power of Xuanhuang, and a ray of Xuanhuang Qi, which can crush everything in the galaxy.
And around this tripod, the lingering air of black and yellow is more than a million.
There is also a small seal, the small seal is full of brilliant gold, the surrounding space is like a mirror crack, one after another, spreading in all directions, for thousands of miles.
This is just a breath into a vision, evolving a certain horror, representing a power that is enough to disregard the immortal soil, representing the prestige of a certain era in the past.
Such a vision is more than just these three places.
Above the mountain and Weiyue, the figure in the endless fairy cloud smiled softly.
"Why stand in front of the emperor!"
"No, how about coming out to fight me?"
As the sound fell, the Mo Lei not far away gradually dissipated, leaving only a huge pit of thousands of miles, in which the creature had already been annihilated and turned into nothingness.
His words seemed to permeate the existence of a deity who had awakened in the depths of the buried emperor's mausoleum, and many of the existences remained condensed.
"If you don't come out, be quiet!"
"The emperor, don't care about the catastrophe!"
His voice is like a breeze, making those breaths daring not to be angry.
"Leave the rest to me!"
On the side, the old man with chaotic eyes said softly: "You have something more important than this. For me, say hello to everyone in the Xu family!"
"Tell them, the old guy is gone, no need to see."
The sound fell, the existence in the immortal aggregate was slightly silent.
Afterwards, the figure body was slightly distorted by the void, and its figure, accompanied by the endless immortal accumulation, disappeared in this buried emperor tomb.
There was only a soft sigh, which permeated slowly and lasted for a long time.
With the departure of this deity, those who buried the emperor's mausoleum were ready to move, and some seemed to be born.
"how!?"
"You guys can't afford to provoke the Xu family, so they feel old and deceived!?"
"Tian Ling Zhenling for sixty years, one year less, it is all a big mistake."
The chaotic eyes in the old man's eyes gradually became clear, a touch of immortal accumulation appeared on his body, and the towering mountains under his feet were shattered.
Boom boom boom...
Cracks spread one after another, and this mountain is quite high, but at this moment there is no more.
"Emperor Hunyuan Yue has a line, the emperor of the human race, Wu Wentian, the Great Emperor of Xuanyuan!"
"I'm here to wait for death. If you have a wish, you can be buried with me in this world!"
In the mouth of the old man, every word broke through the sky of thousands of miles, spread throughout the buried emperor tombs, the forbidden mountains of the mountains, and into the ears of that respectable breath.
The old man showed a faint smile in the endless fairy accumulation.
In a pair of eyes, there seemed to be endless chaos.
Before, it was Chaos Blindfolded, but now, it is Eye Gathering Hunyuan.
He quietly looked at the buried emperor's tomb and whispered, "There are still thirteen years, I don't know, I can't stand it!"
"Prosperity!"
The old man stood quietly, he seemed to see behind him, the vast five realms of the immortal soil, the young and talented person, who had shown his youthful spirit, and was powerful in the immortal soil.
As in the past, he traveled all over the five realms of the immortal land alone, defeating all Tianjiao.
After 300,000 years, he became a holy emperor and was awarded the word Xuanyuan.
"How many years, the years are long, but a handful of loess!"
"Young and romantic, high-spirited, kind of past."
"But laughing!"
The old man smiled, "For the rest of the immortal world, it's your turn!"
Faint words filled the tomb of the buried emperor.
Those horrible auras were tolerant, and in the periphery of this buried emperor’s mausoleum, some descendants of the same generation who were once peerless in a certain era, those descendants of horrible existence, have walked out of it early and entered the immortal land to fight for this world's holy position. , Fighting for this world emperor.
In the fairy world, some great emperors seem to be faintly aware.
Thirteen years are left, and the prosperous age will begin.
Holy Fall, Emperor Fall!
There is no peace in the fairy world.