The moment this mark appeared, the stars in the sky were eclipsed by it.
Endless coercion filled the mark, and Guiguzi's martial arts will lingered on it.
With shining eyes, Ying Zheng stared at this mark, feeling the pressure on it, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.
The emperor's mark was strangely formed on his eyebrows when he entered the state of seeking defeat.
The strength of each person's cultivation also determines the strength of this mark, and the pressure on the mark in front of him is as vast as the sea.
"As expected of a veteran powerhouse, his cultivation is so terrifying!"
Ying Zhengruo glanced at Gui Guzi meaningfully, and waved his right hand in the air. The nine golden swords hovering above turned into nine majestic celestial dragons, hovering behind them.
A high-pitched dragon roar accompanied it, and a mark condensed on Ying Zheng's eyebrows, glowing with bright light.
"Condensation!" Ying Zheng shouted softly, the pressure on his right hand was like a sea, and a mark appeared in mid-air.
Boom! Two marks swayed in the void, causing a wave of pressure.
"Giggle!" Wen Ran chuckled, biting his lip gently with his silver teeth, his slender green onion finger also pointed in the void, endless petals fell down, and a mark slowly appeared.
Although the pressure that permeates it is not as good as that of Ying Zheng and Gui Guzi, it is still extremely terrifying.
Looking at the mark so close to this foot, Yan Zun and others felt extremely heavy in their hearts. The cultivation level of these three people was actually so terrifying.
The six people looked at each other and saw the fear in each other's eyes.
"No matter what, once you step into the Sword Tomb, you must not be left alone!"
"Otherwise, if we encounter Guiguzi and the other three, we may not be able to escape!"
The gazes of the six people changed rapidly. Yan Zun took the lead, and a mark filled with cold air appeared in the air. Suddenly, heavy snow like goose feathers floated in the empty sky and earth.
The other five statues also took action one after another. For a moment, there seemed to be nine more bright stars in the starry sky, and their diffuse light eclipsed the stars in the sky.
Wow! The broad black robe moved without the wind. Gui Guzi stepped out of the air, his eyes bursting with unimaginable light. He pressed his hands into the void and shouted coldly: "Ning!"
I saw nine marks that were as bright as stars, as if being torn apart by a huge force, colliding together crazily, overlapping each other, until finally they merged into the light of billions of stars.
Ye Chen and the prince had stopped playing chess, raised their heads, and looked at the scene in the void.
At this moment, the entire starry sky suddenly heard rumbling sounds, as if a basin of cold water was poured into a boiling oil pan, causing ripples to appear immediately.
At the same time, an aura of incomparable vicissitudes of life slowly emerged in the light of billions of stars, accompanied by several loud and incomparable voices: "Heaven and earth are unkind, and treat all living things as stupid dogs!"
"Promote the benefits of the world. Eliminate the harm of the world, love all the people, not attack!"
"Heaven and earth live together with me, and all things are one with me!"
"If you want to build a kingdom, you must attack its gathering; if you don't attack its gathering, they will gather together!"
"If you want to establish, you will establish others; if you want to achieve, you will achieve others!"
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The majestic pressure burst out, and the moment these sounds appeared, the entire rules of heaven and earth appeared.
It was as if these words represented the rules of heaven and earth. The pressure was overwhelming, and Guiguzi and others standing in the void took a step back.
Yan Zun and others' eyes were filled with shock. Their hearts were filled with shock, "All the schools of thought, this is the voice of all the scholars of the past!"
Under these sounds, countless people have the feeling of ants looking up at the insignificance of the sky.
The sound shocked his mind, and Ye Chen's body trembled slightly. These sounds seemed to bring his mind back to ancient times, when a hundred schools of thought contended. "It's scary. Just the sound is so terrifying. How advanced were the masters of the past!"
"The era of hundreds of schools of thought represents the peak of Tiangang!" The prince murmured softly, with a rare look of yearning on his face.
Hearing this, Ye Chen smiled faintly. Who doesn't yearn for an era when heroes emerge in large numbers?
"But when the first generation only blocked the disciples with the power of one person, wouldn't its strength be even more terrifying!" Ye Chen's eyes showed contemplation, but he stared straight at the sky.
The loud sound filled the world and reached everyone's ears, like thunder that lingered for a long time.
Among the billions of starlights, a giant illusory door slowly appeared, with endless rules lingering on it and a mighty pressure. The moment it appeared, the starlight all over the sky suddenly dissipated, leaving only this huge illusory door in the world.
, the breath of ancient vicissitudes flows on the illusory door, as if through this door, there is the ancient other shore.
Looking at the illusory door that was so close, Guiguzi's voice trembled in a rare way: "The door of Zhuzi's Sword Tomb!"
"This is the door to the Sword Tomb, and it actually requires the seals of the Nine Emperors to lead it out!" A strange light flashed in Ying Zheng's eyes. Facing this illusory door, it seemed as if there were ten mountains pressing on him.
Yan Zun and others had different expressions, but when they heard Gui Guzi's trembling voice, Yan Zun and others felt inexplicably relieved. Perhaps there really was an opportunity for transcendence in the Zhuzijian Tomb, otherwise Gui Guzi would never have been so excited.
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"The Sword Tomb of the Masters is opened today. The disciples of hundreds of schools in the past are buried inside, and countless inheritances are contained in it. All Tiangang creatures, if they are destined, can step into the Sword Tomb and find their own opportunities!"
Guiguzi suddenly turned around and looked at the more than a million Qin soldiers and ministers in the distance. His voice contained the majestic martial arts will. It was like the sound of heaven and earth, sweeping across. Within a few breaths, this voice spread.
This voice was heard all over Tiangang, even outside the territory. Countless warriors looked to the west with ecstatic faces, especially those warriors who inherited the knowledge of hundreds of schools of thought. They were all ecstatic.
The sudden move made Yan Zun and others confused. Guiguzi's move would make the warriors from the entire Tiangang Continent go crazy and rush into the sword tomb.
"Transcendent opportunities are those who are destined to get them!" Gui Guzi said lightly, but his eyes under the black robe flashed with an inexplicable smile. Turning around, Gui Guzi said to Wen Ran: "Let's go!"
"Tsk, tsk, it's really lively now!" Wen Ran turned around and walked towards the courtyard, saying as he walked: "Wait a minute, at least I have to say goodbye to my Ye Lang!"
Waves of fresh fragrance hit his face, and Wen Ran appeared in front of Ye Chen in an instant. His exquisite face was close to Ye Chen's ear, he exhaled gently and chuckled: "At first, I wanted you, Ye Lang, to accompany the slave to the sword."
Tomb, but the slave family has suddenly changed their minds, Ye Lang, just stay here and keep yourself fat until the slave family comes back!"
With a giggle, Wen Ran turned around, her waterfall-like black hair swaying in the wind.
Looking at Wen Ran's back, a strange look flashed in Ye Chen's eyes, but he didn't say anything.
Ying Zheng stared at the illusory door that was just a few feet away, and took the lead to walk inside, "Those who are destined to get it will get it. If there is such an opportunity, it must belong to me!"
Bai Qi, Zhang Yi, Shang Yang and others followed closely and faced the door of illusion.
Seeing this, Yan Zun and the others couldn't hold it any longer and were about to make a move. However, seeing that Gui Guzi had not yet stepped inside, they were a little hesitant. They were still hesitant about this mysterious sword tomb.
Boom! Ying Zheng took the lead to step into the Gate of Illusion, and a melodious sound boomed from the Gate of Illusion, swallowing up the figures of Ying Zheng, Bai Qi and others.
At the same time, Ying Zheng's strong and powerful voice came out: "While I am away from Qin, the affairs of the empire will be handled by Young Master Fusu, assisted by Zhao Gao, Li Si, Hu Hai and others!"
"I obey the decree!"
"My son, I obey!"
On the dragon chariot, Hu Hai and Zhao Gao saluted one after another.
"Giggles, you have lived for so many years, but you are still so timid!" Wen Ran walked past Yan Zun and others, looked at them a few times, chuckled, and immediately stepped inside.
Listening to Wen Ran's sarcastic laughter, Yan Zun twitched the corner of his mouth slightly, nodded slightly to Chu Zun and others, and then walked towards the Gate of Illusion.
Chu Zun and Wei Zun followed closely, but Qi Zun, Zhao Zun, Han Zun and others still did not move. The three of them still stared at Guiguzi.
How could Gui Guzi not know the thoughts of the three of them, so he waved his sleeves and stepped into the door of illusion.
Seeing this, Qi Zun and the others secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Qi Zun and Zhao Zun also started to move. Only Han Zun stood there, staring gloomily at Ye Chen below, with a piercing murderous intent flashing in his eyes.
But at this moment, a majestic will roared in, pressing down on Han Zun like ten thousand mountains. Han Zun knew who this will belonged to, the third generation Moon God, even without looking back.
"Hmph!" Han Zun snorted coldly, turned around, and followed Qi Zun closely. He knew that the third generation was present, and once he took action against the fifth generation, the third generation would definitely take action.
Boom! The huge illusory door swallowed up the three figures. Even so, the sky above was still filled with the pressure of the nine Tiangang deities.
Only at this moment, Ye Chen lowered his head and looked at his left hand. There was an extra petal in the palm of his hand...