After settling the two divine eggs, Feng Jinghong took Kunpeng with him, and the two secretly came to the Ancestral Temple of the Yuhua God Dynasty.
There are people from the four major forces guarding the outside here, and there are countless evil soldiers and generals inside, and there are even two holy-level Taoist boys guarding it. It is difficult for even a saint to break in silently.
But it was obvious that the quasi-emperor was not among them. The guards and Yin soldiers along the way were just useless. Kunpeng led Feng Jinghong and drove straight in until they reached the deep treasure house.
The Yuhua Divine Dynasty ruled most of Zhongzhou in the past, and was more powerful than any other holy land in the world today. The divine treasures they left behind are naturally also extremely rich.
Various saints' insights and secret techniques are carved on the stone wall, and they are not too rare to be hidden. If others get it, they will probably be kept as a treasure to suppress the religion.
But for Feng Jinghong, these things are not in his eyes. The emperor-level scriptures and secrets he has collected can be used to open a library, so naturally he looks down on these holy-level things.
The journey continued, and we first came to the worship hall. Feng Jinghong saw something placed on the altar at a glance. It was the size of a fist, green light, with faint traces of teardrops hanging on it, and a fresh and natural breath.
Diffuse all around.
This is the Immortal Tears Green Gold, one of the Nine Immortal Golds. It is the supreme immortal material that can be used to cast imperial weapons. Even Kunpeng's eyes couldn't help but shine when he saw this thing!
He put it away without saying a word, and then their eyes fell on the object enshrined at the highest place.
This is a palm-sized stone box, which is completely integrated, with no gaps visible from the outside. If you don't know it in advance, it would be difficult to connect it with the legendary mythical nine-layer coffin.
"Your Highness, what is this?" Kunpeng was curious. He was keenly aware of the extraordinary nature of this thing, but he could not see the details of it.
"A supreme coffin." Feng Jinghong said calmly.
What is contained in this coffin is none other than the No. 1 God covering the sky—the God-Emperor!
This man managed to surpass the Emperor, managed to defeat the Pluto Emperor, managed to survive the era of the Three Heavenly Emperors, and continued to survive countless epochs later in the Holy Ruins era, finally becoming a supreme giant.
At this moment, he was lying in the palm-sized stone box in front of him, undergoing his eleventh transformation.
The divine silkworm has nine transformations and is invincible in heaven and earth.
The divine silkworm undergoes ten transformations and becomes an emperor.
By the time he completes his eleventh transformation, he will probably almost become an immortal.
However, the transformation method of the God Emperor is the most time-consuming, and it is comparable to Duan De's Ninth Life Reincarnation Seal.
At this stage, he is just a corpse and there is no danger.
Feng Jinghong also put it away. This thing can be used as an imperial soldier, so it will be useless if it is not used.
Finally, the two came to a hidden stone room.
As soon as they entered, their eyes were attracted by the magnificent star field map.
It has to be said that the Yuhua Dynasty is indeed extremely powerful at present, and its power spans countless galaxies. This kind of simulated star field model diagram is not available even in other families that have produced great emperors.
"Ziwei Star Territory, Gouchen Star Territory..." Kunpeng recognized several galaxies that he had been to before, and there were some that even he didn't understand.
Among these stars, four are extremely bright, namely the Earth, Ziwei, Feixian, and Gouchen, the four ancient stars of life.
Feng Jinghong directly waved her sleeves and collected the entire stone room together.
The secret realm of Kunlun on Earth is the real first fairy land. With these coordinates, I can capture it in advance!
After obtaining the most precious items, Feng Jinghong lost interest in the rest and left this secret realm.
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Because the Holy City is located in the Northern Territory, it happens to be adjacent to many resurrected ancient tribes. This prosperous ancient city has also been greatly affected.
Walking on the streets of the Holy City, you can see one or two strange-looking ancient creatures from time to time, and the humans on the road are not very afraid, but just look at them curiously.
Following the route in his memory, Feng Jinghong came to one of the two major romantic places in the city - Miao Yuan.
As soon as he arrived here, he heard that there was a grand meeting here.
The young heroes of the Eastern Wasteland gathered here today to entertain two young kings from the ancient tribe.
He is not very interested in this kind of thing. He came here today for only one thing: "I want to see Fairy An!"
"Sir, the lady has been invited by some saints..." the maid who greeted him replied.
Feng Jinghong smiled lightly: "Ha! If that's the case, then I'll go take a look too! Where are they?"
"Several distinguished guests are in Zixuan Pavilion. Sir, please come with me." None of the maids here have poor eyesight.
The maid could tell at a glance that Feng Jinghong's cultivation was extraordinary, and she took him over honestly without saying any nonsense.
Zixuan Pavilion is one of the highest-standard palaces in Miaoyu Temple. It is made of purple jade and is noble and luxurious.
The maids serving there are all monks in the realm of Taoist palaces, and they are all as beautiful as flowers. If you hold a banquet here, one hundred thousand kilograms of Origin Stone will not be enough for the meal.
It has to be said that these young heroes of the human race are quite willing to spend a lot of money in order to curry favor with the ancient race.
When Feng Jinghong walked to the door, more than a dozen ancient tribesmen came up to stop her.
He didn't take action, he just released his Qi naturally. A dozen ancient creatures suddenly trembled and fell down involuntarily.
It wasn't until Feng Jinghong walked into the pavilion that these ancient creatures returned to normal. One of the ancient creatures with groupers had a trembling voice:
"This kind of energy...is the blood of the emperor..."
In Zixuan Pavilion, more than a dozen young people were drinking and chatting, while An Miaoyi played the piano beside him.
The sound of the piano is melodious, like the gurgling of a mountain spring, and the breeze is blowing on the face. Hearing it makes people open their minds and make their thoughts clear.
After the song was finished, everyone praised: "Xianzi An's piano skills are truly unparalleled in the world, almost Taoist."
"Everyone is overly complimentary..." An Miaoyi smiled lightly. She had an unparalleled appearance and a graceful figure. The charm she displayed inadvertently was enough to make hundreds of flowers eclipse.
Even the two young kings of the ancient tribe could not help but be moved. One of the men with a stone forehead said:
"I heard that there are three pearls in the Eastern Wasteland. Fairy An's grace is as fascinating as the legend. I wonder how beautiful the other two are?"
This is Shi Wei, the young leader of the Stone Clan. This clan is one of the ten most vicious clans. According to legend, it has some Holy Spirit bloodline and is considered a strong one among all the clans in ancient times.
"Miss Yan is a princess of the demon tribe, and the saint of Yaochi is even more precious. Miaoyi is no more than a prostitute, how dare she compare with the two of them..." An Miaoyi shook her head gently.
"Xianzi An is too modest. Fairy An's country is beautiful and fragrant, and her piano and dance are superb. Who in the world doesn't know her?" The Holy Son of the Four Elephants Holy Land said with a smile while stroking his fan.
"Oh? Fairy An is actually proficient in dancing? Xiao Wang is the best at this. I wonder if I can ask Fairy An to dance to open up Xiao Wang's horizons?"
Said an ancient youth with purple lines on his cheeks.
This is Lei Wuji, the young master of the Zidian clan, a famous and powerful person among the younger generation of the ancient clan. Although he has not been practicing for many years, he is already a king.