The bloody palm print appeared as it was. It was much larger than imagined. It was printed on the wide bronze door and was a full seven feet long. It was quite shocking.=
Zhuo Yifan's heart trembled. This was not a human palm at all. How could a normal person have such wide hands?
The water flow with divine energy rushed through the bronze door, but it did not dilute the bloody palm prints at all. Zhuo Yifan doubted the origin of this door, and was even more surprised that the back of the door really leads to the divine world? It can actually produce such power.
His divinity has tainted even the lake water, which has no spiritual power at all.
If this blood lake were in the outside world, it would definitely be enough to trigger a war between many countries. Because this is an excellent cultivation treasure land, it is too rare.
When he came closer, the bloody palm prints in his sight were much larger. He looked at the palm carefully, not even a trace of fingerprints or palm lines were missed. He gradually lost his mind and stretched out his right hand.
The palm is opposite to this broad bloody palm print.
The moment the palm and the bloody palm print were completely in contact, a surge of immortal vitality suddenly came to him.
At the same time, his soul trembled, and he felt that the whole world was about to be overturned. The sun and moon were shattered, the world collapsed, and everything seemed to be inverted.
He saw a broken world. The entire world had been completely destroyed, with only a lonely figure floating in the void. His figure was like a mountain, covering the sky and the sun, and he roared...
"This is..." Zhuo Yifan felt horrified, and it took him a long time to calm down. Unless he had the experience of watching Tian Yan's method, he was afraid that he would drown immediately at this moment.
He closed his eyes and quickly entered an ethereal state, no longer affected by any influence or fluctuation. Then he stretched out his left hand to touch the bloody palm print and tried his best to feel it.
He wanted to know what happened to the entanglement. He wanted to know who the owner of this bloody palm print was. He also wanted to know what was hidden behind this bronze portal.
This time the scene changed, and the previous scene of the collapse of heaven and earth completely disappeared. There was only one person, a lonely person, and a person covered in blood... The person stretched out his right hand with great effort, leaving writings on the ground with blood, flowing.
Overflowing with color, eye-catching and extraordinary.
That is a poem: The body reaches the sky and breaks the nine earth. In troubled times, the underworld remains proud. Before the hero’s true name comes to the world, I am the only one in this lonely place...
The breeze is blowing and the water is flowing gracefully, as if there is a worldly hero who has climbed to the top and sighed there. Sighing that there is no opponent in the world, the loneliness is unbearable, full of desolation and desolation.
Zhuo Yifan removed his palm as if he was electrocuted, and the scene in front of him quickly disappeared. He stood on his head with chills. He felt that the bloody handprint seemed to still have residual warmth, emitting a shocking heat. The horror made him unable to control himself.
What exactly does all this foreshadow? Could it be that the most powerful physical weapon that shocked the past, was invincible, and transcended all four living beings—Emperor Pangu Wu, is really still alive?
Does this bloody palm print belong to him? Is he safe? What is hidden behind the door... What does this poem represent?
"My inheritance is here... Those who inherit my inheritance will surpass me and never come after me..."
A voice rang from his ears. Zhuo Yifan was silent for a while and stood alone by the door for a long time without moving.
He looked at the bloody palm print and felt that the giant in the picture had appeared again and was talking to him.
Zhuo Yifan shook his head and calmed himself down. This phantom sound was so strong that ordinary people would definitely lose control.
"Could it be that behind this portal is the inheritance place of Emperor Pangu? The inheritance place is not in the main tomb, but in a place like this?" He was surprised.
"Generation, what should we do now?" At this moment, he was really having trouble making a decision.
This is related to the inheritance of the most powerful people in the ancient times, and no one will be calm. Because this inheritance is so incredible, it may be the only one among the Taoist inheritances that surpasses the inheritance of one realm, and even far exceeds the ten inheritances of one realm.
The power of the street…
Once obtained, it will herald invincibility!
The once immortal and all-powerful Pangu figure will also be able to reappear in this world.
In other words, once the door in front of you is opened, the fate of the entire world, perhaps the entire universe, will be rewritten!
"This portal is a variable. Even I can't see it. I can only put it away first." Yiyi said in deep thought.
Immediately, he added: "Power is man-made after all. There has never been anyone who is the strongest. If you ask me, your power will surpass him in the future."
Zhuo Yifan was curious: "Why? Didn't Emperor Pangu transcend the Four Spirits?"
"Just because he is in the Tao..."
After saying that, Yi Yi's figure disappeared. He seemed to be digesting it. Even he found it difficult to accept it for a while.
It's just a seemingly ordinary bronze door. Just because of this bloody palm print, the fate of the entire world will be changed. With just one door, you can see the undiminished grace of the Flesh God Soldier... It's really shocking.
Extremely!
Zhuo Yifan carefully closed the door, as if he was dominating the world.
He no longer dared to think too much about this door. He had to put it aside, because now was not the time to be distracted. If he was not careful, he would fall.
He originally thought that this place was a secret entrance, and he could sneak into it first to gain benefits. However, he did not expect to gain such a secret.
But at the same time, a lot of time was wasted, giving those who were chasing him an opportunity.
He raised his eyes to look at the shore of the lake. Sure enough, there were quite a few people gathered there. And they were all very powerful, and seemed to be waiting for him to come up.
Zhuo Yifan was surprised. He didn't expect that there was an old friend on the shore. Wasn't he the wicked old man who had lured him into the Five Elements Sect? He didn't expect that he would also come.
Everything was exactly as he thought. The battle outside the coffin was just a pretense, just to eliminate the opponent in Jiulong Mountain. The real fight was actually inside the coffin!
"Come out!"
The descendant of the Qian Realm stood by the lake and struck with a palm. Suddenly, a huge wave appeared on the lake, covering the sky and the earth. Many weak people around him were so shocked that they coughed up blood and flew out on the spot.
This palm contains so much power that ordinary people cannot bear it.
Zhuo Yifan stared at the successor through the lake. There were big waves under the lake and became extremely turbulent, but he stood motionless in the whirlpool, calm and composed.
"Chi!"
Suddenly, a golden light flashed across. It was a dagger engraved with inscriptions and containing a peerless magical edge. It cut through the air from the lake and penetrated Zhuo Yifan's chest.
Zhuo Yifan's eyes flickered slightly, and then he looked not far away. There was a black figure there, who actually found his whereabouts and wanted to assassinate him.
"Hand over your things and I will spare your life." This is a man, tall and strong, with the yin and yang behind him. It is obvious that he has reached a very high level in the yin and yang realm and will soon break through.
He looked calm, calm and confident. He stood at the bottom of the lake and stared at Zhuo Yifan.
"But the heir of the money world sent you here?"
Although he didn't know this person and didn't know where he came from, Zhuo Yifan quickly judged from the aura emanating from him that he was closely related to the descendants of the Qian Realm, because it contained the power of the First Realm.
Although it was just a trace, it was captured by him.
According to legend, the power of one realm can save man-made gods, allowing people to achieve extremely high realms in an instant. Therefore, Xiucai judged that this person's ability to achieve such a realm was probably the result of the help of the power of one realm.
"Hand over your things or die." The man didn't say anything else, so he was silent.
Zhuo Yifan chuckled and said, "As a slave, are you qualified to talk to me? Why don't you ask your master to come down and I can have a good talk with him."
"You're looking for death!"
This slave was extremely powerful. He held a divine dagger and slashed with one sword as fast as lightning, creating a large whirlpool at the bottom of the lake. This sword completely integrated the power of the Yin and Yang Realm into it, and even the mountains could be split.
"Die!" In his opinion, this knife was enough to kill the young man. He really couldn't figure out why the three old fire masters were defeated by such a stupid young man.
Zhuo Yifan's gaze was stern and he said nothing. A crystal tentacle followed his gaze and took the dagger with one finger, and then penetrated the front at extremely fast speeds, almost invisible.
The slave screamed and tried his best to break free. The power of the Yin and Yang realm exploded, trying to escape for his life.
However, it was too late.
Two tentacles pierced his collarbone and lifted him up.
"Do you know who I am! If you kill me...the Realm Master will definitely not let you go!" The slave yelled hiding his shock, just because he didn't believe that this young man had the ability to control guardian creatures. Now he saw it with his own eyes
arrived, which made him deeply regret it.
"Who do you think you are? I'm just a lackey from the realm, the master of your realm. If you offend me, I'll kill you!" Zhuo Yifan responded coldly, and then made a gesture of wiping his neck.
"Chi!"
Invisibly, another tentacle quickly slashed past, and a head was chopped off. The slave fell on the spot, and the blood spurted out from his neck, infecting the lake...
He rushed out of the lake without even looking. He would not let go of anyone who dared to cause trouble for him.
"Boom!" With a sound, a water column rushed up from the blood lake.
"Coming!" someone said.
The people in the field gathered their attention and vaguely saw a figure in the water curtain: "As expected of a member of Quanzhen Taoism, the efficiency is so high, the winner can be determined so quickly!"
"Huh? No, that's not a Quanzhen Taoist person!"
However, as the water curtain dispersed, everyone's eyes widened. The person who came was actually a young man?
The heir of the Qian world looked at the young man with a strange expression. He was puzzled. He had never seen this young man before, so why did the first look give him an inexplicable palpitating feeling?
He spread his spiritual consciousness and observed carefully, trying to understand Zhuo Yifan inside and out.
Zhuo Yifan discovered that the power of Yijie was indeed powerful, far beyond that of ordinary heirs of the Taoist tradition, and could actually break through his own disguise and examine himself thoroughly. He had no choice but to use ordinary methods to weaken it.
Fortunately, he has ordinary Taoism, and all nihilistic powers, including the inheritance of a realm, are nothing but useless in his eyes.
"I consider myself to be unparalleled and unparalleled, but you don't have to peep at me like this. I'm not interested in a man with no hair." Zhuo Yifan smiled slightly and looked at him coldly. (To be continued...