Looking at the resolute black-faced old man, all the powerful people present showed a look of fear. The action taken at that moment was completed in a blink of an eye. The turbulent singing in the square only stayed for a moment, and then turned into something invisible.
The fluctuations gave Sikong Jue a strong shock. Of course, this is not the most terrifying thing. The most terrifying thing is that this person's method of using sonic offensive to turn into substantial energy waves is simply terrifying and skillful, as if that method has been used by tens of millions of people.
The truth that I just realized after years of speculation is absolutely genuine.
Watching helplessly as the unlucky Sikong Jue was knocked back more than ten feet by that heavy blow, Feng Jueyu and others could not hide their surprise, and subconsciously put their whole bodies on guard.
The calm smile of the young man in black robe was like an inexplicable magic spell, making people feel cold all over.
Such a powerful man actually took action just because of the young man in black robe. This shows that the influence of the young man in black robe far exceeds the powerful pressure the black-faced old man exerts on everyone's hearts.
"The Song of Despair Soul, is actually the Song of Despair Soul?"
Standing among the crowd, Feng Jueyu's heart can be described as shocked. Others may not understand the old man's methods, but he can't even figure it out.
The Soul Song of Despair is a method naturally derived after the Great Despair Technique is mastered. However, this method is usually only used to form an abstract attack with the oppression of spiritual consciousness to directly shock the enemy's soul. However, this black-faced old man actually used the Soul Song of Despair to
The song materialized and produced a powerful impact, which dealt a double blow to the enemy from both the spiritual and physical levels. It can be seen that this person's Great Despair Technique must have reached a state of perfection a long time ago.
Feng Jueyu had also learned the Nine Major Despair Techniques, and claimed to be extremely proficient, but compared with the black-faced old man, he was completely different. Who was this old man and why did he have such a powerful skill?
There was a deathly silence in the splendid Tomb of the Gods Square.
After the black-faced old man took action, everyone present was stunned and no one dared to say a word, including Sikong Jue, who was severely injured by the Song of Despair Soul. He always had a defiant attitude. After suffering a loss, he finally realized how ridiculous his arrogance was.
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With the same skill as cultivating souls, Sikong Jue couldn't help but feel a sense of defeat when he looked at the black-faced old man. That feeling was like a heavy hammer blow, which cruelly and ruthlessly shattered his dignity.
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"What? Stop shouting?"
Everyone was silent for a moment, and then the young man in black robe laughed proudly. The sarcastic smile hanging on the corner of his mouth made everyone hate and angry, but they did not dare to be careless and reckless.
When Xiao Hongzhang saw that no one spoke, he mustered up the courage to suppress the shock in his heart and softened his tone: "Who are you? What do you want?"
"Who are we?" The young man in white robe next to him looked at Xiao Hongzhang with a cold laugh, and said in a tone as unruly as the young man in black robe: "I didn't tell you, we are the guardians of the tomb of the gods, what are you listening to?"
Are you deaf?"
Are you deaf?
If people outside heard these words, they would definitely think that the boy in white robe was out of his mind. Who is Xiao Hongzhang? He is a well-known Qiankun Realm expert in Jiujie Mountain. In this world, who dares to talk to him like this and still be able to do it?
There are definitely not many people alive. At any time, Xiao Hongzhang would have slapped him away.
However, at this moment, the famous Xiao Hongzhang did not dare to reply.
The young man in white robe smiled softly and said maturely: "As for what you want to do? I should ask you this."
He paused for a moment, and then said: "This place is the place where my master lives. My ancestors died and chose a place to rest in peace. Their past lives were wasted and they have nothing to do with my heart. Everyone is dead, and their souls have gone to the west. I just want to
Sleep peacefully in the mausoleum, who did you offend? You guys came and disturbed the master's tranquility. What's even more hateful is that you just took away the treasures in the square, but you were so greedy that you didn't keep any of them. You guys behave like they have nothing.
At this point, how can we be worthy of the word "strong"? Where have all the virtues gone?"
Although the young man in white robe is arrogant and arrogant, he has to say that there is a certain truth in his words.
After the death of Empress Yin Ji, she lived in the tomb of the gods without provoking anyone. They just entered the tomb privately and stole the things buried with her. Even the eight masters did not understand her.
Everyone was immediately speechless. You looked at me, I looked at you, and you couldn't help but feel a little bit ashamed of yourself.
However, all masters have one characteristic, that is, they can live for hundreds or thousands of years, and at least have a thick skin. So before the boy in white robe could say anything, Saint Fangu shouted with his eyes: "We are here just for the treasure."
, Empress Yin Ji has been dead for nearly ten thousand years, wouldn’t it be a pity to put her funerary objects here. Even if it is disrespectful to the ancestors, so what, not to mention Yin Ji, even if it is at the core of the grand plan, the treasure we are interested in is not
You will definitely get it, and in a world where the strong are respected, how can you talk about virtue and morality? Boy, do you think you are a saint?"
Sage Fangu responded in anger, and everyone just lacked his thick skin. After hearing Sage Fangu's words, everyone relaxed their mood and laughed loudly.
The young man in white robe was not surprised by what the ancient saint Fan said. He smiled calmly and said: "So, you are unrepentant?"
"Death? It's up to you? There are eight of us, it's you who should be afraid, right?" Mo Shangxian also gained courage and said rudely and arrogantly.
At this time, the two teenagers looked at each other and exchanged glances, and at the same time showed a strange smile. For some reason, just when the two teenagers smiled gradually, Feng Jueyu discovered that Qing Qing, who had been standing behind the white-robed boy,
A drop of sweat dropped from the forehead of the old man in a shirt, and a hint of helplessness flashed through his eyes.
Moreover, he looked at Feng Jueyu specifically, and the depressed emotions contained in his eyes couldn't be more obvious.
"Okay." Suddenly, the young man in black robe snapped his fingers and said happily: "Since you don't know how to repent, then I will give you a chance. Don't you want the master's treasure? It's not impossible, as long as you defeat him
The two of them, I will take you into the palace. Haha, the treasures in this palace are incomparable to the treasures of heaven and earth in the square. What? Do you have such confidence?"
"Treasure in the palace?" All the powerful men were delighted, but after a moment, they felt that the two young men were overconfident. In their eyes, such self-confidence was the so-called confidence. Is there any trick behind it?
"Two versus eight? Huh, you guys are quite courageous." Xiao Hongzhang thought about it but still didn't want to give up the treasure in the palace. Since the other party had a clear path, he might as well give it a try.
At this time, a pair of young men turned their backs and walked indifferently. After walking all the way to the steps, they immediately dropped their swords, their horses crossed their swords, and their smiles were still there. The young man in white robe pointed at the two elders in front of him and said: "Like this
We've met a lot of reckless guys like you. Do you think you are the only ones who have entered the master's tomb in the past ten thousand years? Anyway, since they are so confident, you might as well kill them. I'll wait and see.
Let’s see if you really have such ability.”
"Kill...kill them?"
As soon as these words came out, Ni Guang was slightly shocked. However, after saying this, there was no room for maneuver. The black-faced old man opposite couldn't help but open up his stance, and suddenly took out a heavy long-handled saber.
The bead-like decoration on the handle hit the ground hard, with a loud bang, and dozens of cracks about ten feet long spread instantly.
At this moment, the black-faced old man's body was no longer filled with the cold and dark source of extreme yin, but with a majestic and majestic masculine energy.
The golden light was almost like the afternoon sun splashing on the head of the dark-faced old man, immediately changing the dark-faced old man's complexion to a healthy bronze color. The dazzling bronze light was layered upon layers, constantly blessing the old man's body.
After a while, the black-faced old man seemed to have turned into an unshakable golden bell, and his whole body was filled with an aura of chaos.
"The magical power of body refining...the Heavenly Bell Technique?"
When the black-faced old man activated his origin, all the strong men present were shocked. Xiao Hongzhang, who gasped for breath, couldn't help but took two steps back, pointed at the black-faced old man and said in horror: "How could you do this?
Zhongshu? Didn’t this magical power become extinct three thousand years ago?”
The black-faced old man's cold expression did not change, and his tone was like the cold wind in winter: "Three thousand years? Haha, there are indeed three thousand. I didn't expect that I have been in the tomb of the gods for three thousand years. I don't know if the world still remembers Yan.
A person like the emperor."
"The King of Hell!"
This was the second time everyone heard the name, but combined with the previous orders from the black-robed young man, everyone realized that the black-faced old man in front of them was not some unknown person.
"You are the Emperor of Hell, the Emperor of Hell of Daxi Jidu Palace, and you are not dead?"
"Who said I am dead? I am still alive and well."
when!
The black-faced old man roared angrily, raised his leg and kicked up the horse-killing sword beside him. The simple and unpretentious sword suddenly emitted a magical light that was as golden as black. The blade swept across, and a fierce sword wind swept over the sky and covered the earth
There was a whistling sound, and the space in front of the God's Tomb Square emitted bursts of crisp sounds. The blade, with a huge micro-pressure that wiped out everything, reached the top of Xiao Hongzhang's head in an instant.
Three thousand years ago, the Daxiling Jidu Hall was the well-deserved Supreme Heavenly Sect, the overlord of countless heavenly sects. At that time, Daxijidu Yan Xikuang was the top three master in Daxiling. This name, even if placed in
Nowadays, no one knows about it.
After learning the identity of the old man, the eight masters were all shocked and inexplicable, especially Xiao Hongzhang, Mo Shangxian, and Ancient Sage Fan. Their momentum was greatly weakened by the old man's name.
Seeing the blade slashing open and the overwhelming space shattering, Xiao Hongzhang turned pale and retreated frantically. The people lined up in a row were also frightened by the old man's sharp sword energy and retreated one after another.