When Xu Zimo walked into the stone monument, he saw the group of people immediately stepping forward to block the front.
"This road is blocked, please take a detour."
"Since you're here, do you want to go take a look?" The God Emperor ignored those people and turned to look at Xu Zimo and asked.
Xu Zimo looked into the distance. The collapsed mountain seemed to be shrouded in a layer of mist, and he could feel the powerful power contained in it.
"Go and have a look," Xu Zimo nodded and said.
"Hey, you two, didn't you hear what I said?" the leader of the group said coldly.
"If you take one more step forward, you will die."
"Go away or die, your choice is yours," the God Emperor said calmly.
The group of people sneered, and the leader drew his sword and struck at the God Emperor.
The God Emperor glanced at the group of people indifferently, only to hear a "boom" and an explosion in front of him.
The area directly ahead was razed to the ground, and everything was reduced to ashes.
The two of them walked forward.
The further he walked, the more clearly Xu Zimo could feel that there was a special force that seemed to be centered on the mountain and radiating to all sides.
All flowers, plants and trees that absorb this power grow very strong.
"This power is very strange," Xu Zimo said.
"Well, I have never been in contact with him," the God Emperor nodded and said.
The two of them walked straight ahead, and after walking for about a few minutes, they finally arrived at the foot of the mountain.
Only then did Xu Zimo realize that several waves of people had gathered here.
That day, the old man from Dao College had arrived with several students. He was occupying a rock, sitting cross-legged and closing his eyes to meditate.
There was also a group of old men and a group of young men and women on the left. Looking at each other's outfits and clothes, Xu Zimo guessed that they belonged to the Changhe Immortal Sect.
As for the far right, there was an old man sitting with a very powerful aura and nine levels of divine veins. Xu Zimo estimated that the man was at least five levels of divine veins.
The people present here, apart from the younger generation, should all be at the peak of their respective sects' combat capabilities, except for those ancestors who have entered the immortal world and have not left the world.
Divine Meridian Realm, this is already the highest realm that the world can come into contact with.
From mortal to immortal, this process is invisible to ordinary people.
Just the realm of divine veins is an existence that is beyond the reach of most people in their lifetime.
Because the members of the various Imperial Immortal Sects all wear the costumes of their respective sects, Xu Zimo can probably recognize them.
But there were about a dozen other casual cultivators nearby, and Xu Zimo was unfamiliar with them.
Unlike the people from the Imperial Immortal Sect, most casual cultivators will venture into secret realms wherever they exist.
After all, they need to obtain the materials for their cultivation by themselves, but no force can cultivate them.
The arrival of Xu Zimo also attracted the attention of these people.
When everyone's eyes were on Xu Zimo, Xu Zimo could feel the slight pressure contained in it.
He knew that these people were demonstrating.
"Have you never seen a handsome man? Come if you want to fight, and get out if you don't want to fight," Xu Zimo said lightly.
As soon as he finished speaking, an old casual cultivator chuckled lightly next to him.
The old man had yellow teeth and was carrying a gourd on his back. He grinned and said, "Does the little kid have a bad temper and bad tone?"
"Kill him," Xu Zimo said calmly.
The God Emperor stretched out his hand, slowly raised his right hand and suppressed it directly.
At this moment, his palm was like an indomitable mountain, stalwart, majestic, and unparalleled.
The power of the divine vein realm was surging around the old man's body, and he looked at the moment when his palm suppressed it.
Maybe other people around him didn't feel it so strongly, but he was almost scared out of his wits.
The pressure made him unable to move. The spiritual energy in his body moved slowly, and the blood seemed to be frozen.
His body felt like it was being pressed up against a huge mountain, so heavy that it was difficult for him to breathe.
He bit the tip of his tongue hard to prevent pain and reaction nerves in his body.
The tip of my tongue was almost broken when I bit it, and blood flowed out.
My mind had just cleared up a little, and I heard him yell, "Gourd."
The gourd hanging from his waist suddenly rose into the sky and burst into colorful rays of light.
The rays of light flew like the God Emperor's big hand, and at the same time enveloped the old man and fled to the side.
There was just a "boom" sound, and the moment Xia Guang touched the palm of the God Emperor, he was annihilated without even being able to hold on for a second.
But fortunately, the gourd wrapped the old man and shattered the space, and he escaped into the space to escape.
The God Emperor frowned slightly and flicked his right hand, only to hear a "bang" sound.
The surrounding space was all blocked, and the old man's body was forced to be expelled directly from the space.
"Junior deserves to die. I didn't know that senior is coming here, so please spare my life.
This junior deserves to die." After the old man Gourd fell to the ground, he knelt down, bowed his head, and begged for mercy.
"This gourd is quite interesting," the God Emperor said lightly.
"This gourd is produced by the immortal vine. It blooms every two thousand years and bears fruit every three thousand years.
It takes five thousand years to have such a gourd. The younger generation has been offering sacrifices to this gourd for thousands of years before it became its own magic weapon.
If the senior likes it, the junior will give it to the senior." The old man said nothing and quickly put the gourd in front of him.
But when he looked at the gourd, the old man looked horrified.
His hands were trembling slightly, and he saw that there were countless cracks on the surface of the gourd, as if it might break at any time.
The old man knows better than anyone what kind of existence this gourd is.
It is no exaggeration to say that even a powerful person who has reached immortality cannot break this gourd.
Now, the other party didn't even touch the gourd, but just annihilated the colorful streamer, causing such damage.
He raised his head and swallowed hard.
"What kind of existence is this horse?"
The old man was on the verge of crying and could only keep begging for mercy on the ground.
"Sir, kill or let go?" the God Emperor looked at Xu Zimo and asked.
"Tell me about the situation here," Xu Zimo asked.
The old man raised his head and realized that the person in charge was actually the ordinary young man in front of him.
"Yes, sir," the old man responded quickly.
After a very detailed explanation, Xu Zimo finally understood.
According to the information the old man received, the ruins here are no ordinary ruins.
It is very likely that it comes from a place before the age of mythology.
It is said that people from Huayuanzong once dug up a spar here, and this spar was proven to have been lost in the Manghuang era.
It existed long before the even more ancient mythological era, when the Yuanyang Continent had not yet been divided into five parts.
Some people believe this rumor, and some don't, but many people still have a tentative heart and are ready to come and have a look.
The ruins have not yet been opened, and everyone is waiting. According to the Huayuanzong people, the ruins will be officially opened on the night of the full moon in three days.
Putting aside the conversation between Xu Zimo and the old man for the moment, everyone around who was watching the battle and the show was dumbfounded.