In the thick haze, the outline of a tall figure gradually emerged. This figure was majestic on the high bank, standing alone in the haze, like a god who was invisible and standing proudly, dominating the heaven and earth.
The fog gradually dispersed, and the tall figure slowly became clear, revealing a face with a Chinese character and endless majesty on it. He looked to be only about forty years old.
But those eyes were ancient and vicissitudes of life, which made Xianwu suddenly wonder if he had an illusion. His whole body was glowing with light, and he was wearing a yellow brocade robe, with nine real dragons flying in the sky embroidered on the brocade robe.
Between the clouds and mist.
Niu Wu and Zhao Lin stood in front of the opened golden door. Through the layers of mist, they looked at this man who suddenly appeared like a god, and their hearts were filled with shock.
This person is so mysterious that he is actually hiding in a secret room dozens of meters underground. Has he always been hiding here? How long has he been hiding here? It seems that he is only about forty years old. What is inside?
Ten years or twenty years.
Both of them originally thought that there were only themselves and each other here, but now a third person suddenly appeared, and this person came earlier than the two of them, who knows how many years earlier. This made the two of them extremely shocked.
The face of Nothingness was solemn, and in his heart there seemed to be turbulent waves, lapping at both sides of the bank, and the waves were overwhelming. This kind of power and this feeling gave him a very familiar feeling. This feeling has never happened to him since he left the Shaolin Temple.
Never felt it.
Unexpectedly, tonight under the Tianlong Temple, he actually felt this kind of power again. His whole body almost melted into the heaven and earth, and the power in his body was as vast and vast as the ocean, making it difficult to see the depth.
Xu sighed deeply in his heart, the world is so big, there are hidden dragons and tigers, masters are hidden in it, making it difficult for people to see clearly, and people in the world only know Beiqiao Peak and South Murong. They are really frogs at the bottom of the well, and the sky that peeks into the well is so small.
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"Who is your Excellency? Why are you here? How long have you been spying on us?" Zhao Linyin asked with a stern face. At this time, he was in a very bad mood. First, nothingness came in with him, and now another origin suddenly appeared.
Unknown person, all his plans were disrupted.
"Huh?", the man had no expression on his face, slowly turned his head, and cast his eyes towards Zhao Lin. Around him, the mist rolled, and invisible pressure forced him towards Zhao Lin.
"Humph", with a muffled groan, Zhao Lin swayed and involuntarily took two steps back. His face was pale, and he took a deep breath before gradually calming down.
"You really don't know Shao Hua?" The man's voice roared, echoing among the surrounding walls, as if it was coming from all directions at the same time. The thunderous sound was so loud that the eardrums of the two people were shaking.
As he spoke, the thick mist in front of him rose and fell with his voice. His face was square and his demeanor was majestic, as if a heaven and earth had lowered their heads in the clouds and asked mortals.
Xu Wu frowned, but still replied: "I don't know." He was on full alert, and the true energy in his body slowly circulated, ready to take action at any time. Although the opponent's martial arts skills were as unfathomable as the nameless old monk in the Sutra Pavilion, but this time
At that time, he was not necessarily afraid of the other party.
"Then where did you learn the Beiming Magic Technique?" At this time, the mist gradually dispersed, and Xu Wu saw this man sitting high on a golden dragon chair, with a majestic manner and imposing pressure from all directions. The thick mist was also covered by him.
He was so forced that he couldn't get close.
"Who are you? Why should I tell you? Do you think you can give me orders?" Xianwu said in a deep voice with cold eyes, and his fists were slowly clenched.
"Who am I?" In the mist, the man sat high on the dragon chair and whispered, "Who am I? Who am I?" His tone was strange, as if he was asking, and he seemed to be asking himself, and finally he looked up to the sky.
He laughed so loudly that the smoke and mist rolled around him.
"I" he suddenly called himself, "I am the founding emperor of Dali, Duan, Si and Ping." The last three words were spoken slowly, each word roaring like three thunderbolts striking the air, shaking the entire hall.
His three words fell into the ears of Xian Wu and Zhao Lin, just like three huge meteorites falling from the outside of the universe into the calm sea, causing huge waves.
Duan Siping, the weight of these three words is really too heavy. The two of them were so heavy that they couldn't breathe. This is a strange man who rose up in troubled times, established the Kingdom of Tiannan, and created the best sword in the world.
The Six Meridians Divine Sword, literary skills and martial arts are so powerful that they are world-famous. Their martial arts are at their peak, and they can found countries and establish sects.
However, didn't Duan Siping die more than a hundred years ago? That was a long time ago, and for Niu Wu and Zhao Lin here, it was simply a piece of history and a legend.
But now, this piece of history and this legend suddenly appear in front of you, and they also tell you that someone came from history, walked out from behind, crossed a hundred years, came here, and appeared here with you.
Under the ground, everyone is terrified and in disbelief.
"Duan Siping? Duan Siping died more than a hundred years ago. Your Excellency is here pretending to be a person who has been dead for many years. Do you think we two are three-year-old children?" Xuwu asked. Although he said so, he didn't know.
Why, in his heart he vaguely felt that this was true, but he couldn't believe it.
"Are you really Duan Siping?" Zhao Lin felt his lips were dry and asked with difficulty, looking straight at the emperor sitting high above him, as if he had made a guess and made a judgment.
"I stand proudly on the top of the world. Who dares to pretend to be someone in the world? Who dares to question me?" He stood up tall and majestic, looking down at the two people below.
And the moment he stood up, his sleeves and robes were dancing, and the mist around him shook and rolled like a chao. At that moment, Niwu suddenly saw a dazzling cloud of light behind him, shining in all directions.
Xuanwu's eyes turned slightly, bypassing his body, and saw that behind him, there was a tree emitting light. The tree was about three feet high, suspended behind him, with its roots taking root.
The rhizomes drooped down and penetrated below. They were blocked by the dragon chair. The void could not see clearly what was below, but there were little crystal clear liquids spreading up from the rhizomes.
This small tree is so weird, its whole body is glowing with divine light, the glow is overflowing, and its branches are curved and vigorous, like the body of a blue dragon, raising its head upward.
The leaves hanging on the branches are crystal green, bright and clean, as if pieces of jade are hanging on them and decorated. The branches and leaves are very green and full of vitality, and not a single part is withered or decayed.
The confused glow shone in all directions, shrouding the man who called himself Duan Siping, making him look radiant, as if he really was the Emperor of Heaven.
"Big Chun tree?" When he saw the small tree, Zhao Lin suddenly exclaimed, looking at the tree with gleaming eyes in surprise and excitement.
"Well", Duan Siping immediately looked at him, "Do you know this tree?" Two divine lights shot out from his eyes, heading towards Zhao Lin, and the overwhelming aura came down again.
At this moment, Wuwu took two steps forward, walked in front of Zhao Lin, protected him behind him, and withstood Duan Siping's coercion alone.
At this moment, the pressure on Zhao Lin suddenly disappeared, and he felt relaxed. He looked up at the nothingness in front of him, and suddenly felt that it was extremely tall, and a pair of broad shoulders seemed to be able to carry the sky and the earth.
"What is the big chun wood? I also want to know. Tell me." Xuwu said to Zhao Linda behind him, but his eyes were always looking at Duan Siping in front of him, not daring to move away even half a minute., Eight Thousand
The year is autumn. The big chun tree is an ancient sacred tree. It will last for thousands of years and will be immortal for hundreds of generations. According to legend, in ancient times, there was a great sage named Peng Zu. He accidentally got a big chun tree and planted it at the foot of Nanshan Mountain. He would sit on it day and night.
Next, I recited sutras and recited the Tao, and my body became immortal and invincible. I lived for a full eight hundred and eighty years, and finally passed away with great success and became a fairy."
"Peng Zu?" Niu Wu was shocked. This was a legendary figure. In his previous life, he had heard people say that this person had lived for more than eight hundred years, but at that time he just thought that these were just some ancient myths and legends. Skilled people
Fictionalize it.
Now that he heard Zhao Lin say it himself, he was horrified. Zhao Lin couldn't be a targetless person. Could the legend be true? If so, it would be terrible. A person has lived for more than 800 years. Compared with
The longest dynasty in China, the Zhou Dynasty will last even longer.
One person is equivalent to the longest dynasty in history. A person has lived for more than 800 years. What a terrible thing. If this person practices martial arts, then what kind of state his martial arts must have reached.
, I’m afraid that the Sky-breaking Flying Immortal is really no longer a legend.
Thinking of this, a flash of light suddenly flashed in Xianwu's eyes, "Are you really Duan Siping, the founding emperor of Dali? Have you survived for more than a hundred years relying on the big chun wood behind you?" His voice actually sounded slightly.
Trembling, nothing could ever shock him like this at this moment.
If it is true, then the person in front of the two of them is probably an old monster who has lived for more than 200 years. For more than 200 years, his martial arts are so useless that it makes people feel disgusted.
"Haha" Duan Siping suddenly laughed strangely, and then looked at the two of them, "You are not stupid. Now you finally know that I am the founding emperor of Dali. If you two don't kneel down, how long will it take?"
, when he said the last sentence, his voice was fierce, majestic and oppressive.
Niu Wu suddenly felt a strong wind blowing towards his face. This force was as unpredictable as the sea and as heavy as a mountain, pressing directly into his heart. The strong energy in his body turned and faced the wind, standing proudly.dd