Chapter 772: I am the longevity emperor.

This mausoleum runs through the past, the present, the future, the infinite void, the infinite time, the civilization of an infinite epoch. It can be said that it is the pinnacle of wisdom, and all the people are truly a group of great beings.
At this moment, Hong Yi people also stood outside the "Zizi cemetery" and saw the small mausoleum that was built in the void in the sky, made up of a single planet, and then connected into a mausoleum of the first age of the ancients, could not help but I was shocked and sighed.
Even the knowledge of the vastness of the past, the ancient and the detached king of the king, was also shocked by everything in front of him.
"With such a large tomb, I don't know how many genius treasures, gods, sacred priests, buddhas, and celestial bones are hidden. I thought that the Taoist people had exhibited a large array and created the ocean of origin. The limit of strength, but did not think that this tomb, is ten times bigger than the origin of the ocean. I am afraid, even if it is the Emperor, the longevity of the Emperor can not create such a mausoleum. Unfortunately, I have not seen it with my own eyes. After the group of people, I was already sealed by the Changsheng Emperor."
Although the Middle Ages are hooked away from the younger generations of the King of God, it is a pity that they have not seen them.
"Reassure, we go in, everyone will see their style, I am the heir to their system--" "This time I not only inherit their ethics, but also to perfect their ethics. I feel that they The Tao, now the last step, is waiting for me. I am among the philosophers, and the last one is also the general presence."
Hong Yi muttered and voiced, but there was endless courage, strength, and responsibility.
Among the philosophers, the last one, the last one, the "child", the sacred sect of the sages, and the last step is to complete it.
This kind of responsibility is also a curtain of any horror, and can't afford it.
But Hong Yi can do it.
▲ I don't know how many people have entered this mausoleum. I feel that this mausoleum is connected with infinite time and space. The origin of the place is changing. Many times and time will show the shadow of this mausoleum. I don’t know the dream machine, the Taoist Taoist, Hong Xuanji, and the people in the Central World who discovered it here?

Zen silver yarn suddenly asked.
At this time, the repair of the silver shark king has long been cultivated to the realm of the creator, and now it is full of deep, running the gods, but also able to penetrate all the subtle things.
"It should be here, and it has already entered." Hong Yi pondered, it seems to be computing.
"That's good. Hong Yi is the heir to the philosophers. The princes have arranged everything for you. This mausoleum is equal to you being the real master. Even if more people come in, it is just a dead end."
The golden spider is squatting.
"Even if I am the last son of the sons, this mausoleum is not mine. Because this is an imperfect mausoleum, there are many powerful spirits in it, I need to do the pressure, and put the spirits inside. If you live, you can really master this mausoleum, and everything inside, but things are not so simple. For example, the martial arts in the whole world have pressured the ancient emperor, the extreme spirit, and the body is the master of the sun, naturally it is not willing to give Pressure, has already led to the square as a chess piece. There are many examples like this. I have to take on the ethics of the philosophers and must suppress so many heroes. Otherwise, they are not qualified to be the heirs of their ancestors and perfect the final step for them. Well, you don't have to say anything, enter the mausoleum, and point directly to the center. "First find the king of artifacts left by the sons, the bridge on the other side. I rely on the bridge on the other side to achieve the sun, and suppress the Quartet." All the heavens, the universe, the world, the world!"
Hong Yi’s body moved into this vast tomb.
嗖●嗖嗖. Hey. Everyone entered the tombs of the tombs. The scene changed and the time and space changed. They reached a very beautiful palace. There are pavilions and pavilions everywhere, and there are various kinds of hanging on the walls. Poetry, landscapes, figures, flowers and birds, this deputy beautiful picture, if placed in the world, is the supreme treasure, the artistic achievement is many times higher than the painting of the painting.
This is a picture of the sages of the sages.
"Good paintings, these paintings have an artistic conception compared to the past big Buddhas..." \\\'\\\' Everyone is enchanted by the subtle characters in these scrolls, because of these profound pictures. The artistic conception, each picture, every article, every sentence can be comparable to the contents of the ancient temple of the Amitabha.
As long as they are masters of Taoism, they must not be attracted by these things, and the Creator is no exception.
"This is the manuscript of the sages of the sages. They have been painting for life, and the essence of the knowledge of creation. I have collected them so as not to be destroyed by the latecomers." Hung Yi waved a hand, and these words and paintings, the scrolls, flew into their own In the eyebrows.
For a time, these invaluable treasures, the manuscripts containing the mysteries of the mystery, were swept away by Hong Yi.
At this moment, the whole court suddenly became dark.
The boundless darkness enveloped all directions, yin and yang. In the darkness, a boundless claw, caught in the head of Hong Yi, the magic of the sky, enough to swallow the sun and the moon.
"For so many years, I was trapped in this world, thinking that it was decaying, but I didn't expect anyone to break into it. It must have been an end of the era. The power here has begun to dissipate! You want to Come in and find the magic weapon, then as a sacrifice for you. Ba!"
Among the claws, the sound of the majesty of the Emperor of the Emperor was heard.
"Which ancient emperor?"
When the big golden spider is nervous, it is necessary to sacrifice the Emperor's clothes, but it is blocked by Hong Yi. "The magic swallows the sun and the moon, and the Peng Peng refines the shape. This is not the holy emperor of the ancient Middle Ages, but the first generation of the great emperor of Yunmeng, ancient!

"Nothing wrong, I can actually get to know me. It seems that you are also a master, but today is destined to die here. I am here, working hard for five thousand years, I have already realized the ultimate in heaven and earth, and gave me away. !"
The mysterious emperor, the clutch of the "old" of the emperor, once again inflated, really concise into the essence, and all the people are caught in it.
"Hey, I realized the extreme of the heavens and the earth? It’s a joke. Let me see, what kind of ridiculous things are in your world?" Hong Yi snorted and slammed a punch directly at the claw. The claws under the punch of Hong Yi, issued a scream of collapse.
"Ah V..." """ The mysterious emperor "ancient" shocked; = "crushing vacuum!!"
"Yes, I crushed the vacuum. Under the heavens and the land, no one can compete with me for the edge. I am the last son of the sons. I am here to thoroughly refine the spirits that wandered among the tombs, not to mention your area. A great emperor, even if it is the ancient emperor, it must be thoroughly integrated into the bridge on the other side...",:
Hung Yi shook the magic hand with a fist, then the body swayed, and the other hand was stretched out, tearing open a piece of emptiness, and saw a piece of high and big emperor in the void, the hand On one side of the painting, on the top of the painting, there is a figure of Kuangpeng, which shows the combination of the Taishi Mountain and the Super Sea.
"Come on! Come to my palm!"
Hong Yi tore the void, saw the emperor, and stretched his hand to the past, such as the bottle of treasure, and suddenly the emperor felt his body shrinking and even projected into the palm of Hong Yi.
"Creation is great!"
Fang Tian's painting on the hand of the emperor immediately waved, smashed a thorn, turned into a stream of light, and assassinated to the palm of Hong Yi. "Yu Peng spread his wings and swayed 90,000 miles."
"There is no use, a 4D is in vain." Hung Yi pointed to the point, hard to live against the face of Fang Tian's paintings.
Hey!
Fang Tian's paintings were actually broken by Hong Yi.
"Impossible! Impossible! Why is my luck so bad~ EbookFREE.me~ It’s hard to realize the ultimate in heaven and earth, and to cultivate the ever-changing great powers, how can you get rid of the vacuum master!" The Great Emperor violently retreated: "Monsters kill!"
Hey, hey, it’s like heaven and earth, crying together, another space, suddenly bursting, another emperor, holding a mouthful of ten feet, endless thunder, blood, grievances, smashing the sword Hong Yi.
It is also an ever-changing powerhouse!
However, Hong Yi did not have A-move, as if everything was in the calculations, and he talked eloquently. In his voice, time became slower: "The emperor of Yunmeng, the first generation is ancient, the second The generation is called Mongolia. The country of Yunmeng, the emperor of the second belt, was determined. Unexpectedly, both of your emperors entered the place of origin and were sealed in the cemetery by the philosophers. Come out, I will re-seal you and erase the memory!"
Hong Yi turned his hand to the cloud, covered his hands with the rain, five fingers open, and his nails soared, entangled the knives of the "Meng Huang".
"Perfect vacuum!"
Hong Yi drove the power of the Yuanshen, covering the two great emperors.
At this moment, suddenly, a breeze blew out, and even the two emperors were wrapped up, and then they were separated from Hong Yi’s control and disappeared without a trace.
"Well? Who? Can save Meng and Gu in my hands." Hong Yi's voice spread to infinite space.
"Yi Zi, you are finally here, I am the longevity emperor.
An unusually old voice responded to Hung Yi’s words.