Chapter 544 Betting on life and fighting for a future
Countless outstanding people are buried in the ancient world.
Xiang Qiyou, an ascetic who pursues the great path.
His mausoleum has left a legacy and has indelible traces.
"There is no way forward, and life is not at the right time!"
This sad voice came from the depths of the mausoleum, echoed in the void, and lingered for a long time.
The strong men stood outside the mausoleum, listening to these sad words, as if they saw the twilight old man standing by the broken bridge. They felt the same, their eyes sparkled, and the aura of despair enveloped every part of their body.
If the divine bridge had not been broken, Xiang Qiyou would have achieved the fruit of the great road, become the pinnacle of an era, and sit high on the throne.
"Ding..."
In a daze, everyone saw a blurry figure appearing in the void.
The man sat alone on the top of the mountain and gently plucked the strings.
At the beginning, the sound of the piano was melodious, exciting and powerful.
Then, the sound was bleak, like leaves falling in the autumn wind, and a trace of sadness and helplessness came from the end of the years and permeated the soul.
The song ends and people disperse.
A top being from ancient times passed away, his life came to an end, and he slept forever at the end of the tomb.
His lifelong Taoist insights and accumulated resources are located in every corner of the mausoleum.
Want it?
Go find it!
If you are a destined person, then everything in the tomb can be taken away.
But remember, once you step into the mausoleum, there is no turning back and you will escape death.
If you get the inheritance, you will work hard to climb up. With the regret and unwillingness of Qiyou Quasi-Emperor, you will create a fearless heart and stride towards the road ahead. No matter what the outcome is, don't regret it.
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Outside the mausoleum, there is a stone tablet.
There is a word engraved on it - Tao!
The endless sense of vicissitudes of life came to my face.
Watching the words on the stone tablet carefully, you have the illusion that your soul has left the body, as if you have entered a mysterious state, and you can vaguely detect a trace of the order of the world.
Ordinary monks, just looking at the stone tablet, will feel awe and dare not look at it more.
People with advanced cultivation have a profound understanding. Staring at the stone tablet, oneself is like a leaf of duckweed. A gust of wind and waves can knock him over, without any resistance.
This stone tablet was carved by Emperor Qiyou before he passed away. It contains countless thoughts and understandings of the laws of the great road.
"Mine, must be mine!"
Looking at the mausoleum, a Mahayana monk clenched his fists and his face was tense. The ambition in his eyes could not be concealed. He was roaring and roaring in his heart. His body began to lose control and he took a step towards the mausoleum.
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"I once obtained ancient classics at an ancient ruins, which recorded part of the life story of Qiyou Quasi-Emperor. He entered Taoism through music and played a tune on the zither, and he was able to suppress powerful enemies for a lifetime, sitting alone on the top of a mountain without encountering an opponent.
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An old man with gray hair had a look of excitement on his face and his voice trembled slightly.
"There is a lack of path forward, which has blocked the progress of Quasi-Emperor Qiyou. He is a truly unparalleled Quasi-Emperor, and what he leaves behind must be the most precious thing in the world."
More and more monks became excited, their hearts beat violently, and their whole bodies felt numb, as if electric current was flowing through their bodies.
During the Baimai Feast that year, Chen Qingyuan and others came to this palace.
At that time, Chen Qingyuan was also served by the spirit of the palace, drinking tea and chatting.
However, Chen Qingyuan was confused by some of Gong Lingzhi's words.
In addition, Fuzi passed all the tests of Quasi-Emperor Qiyou, and he could obtain the inheritance of Quasi-Emperor with just a nod. However, faced with this temptation, Fuzi was unmoved and actually refused directly.
The reason for rejection is simple: not suitable.
If the powerful people standing outside the mausoleum knew about this, they would definitely think that the Buddha wasted his resources and was stupid.
"clang!"
With a deep sound, the door of the mausoleum opened.
A new prosperous age has begun. The spirit of the ancient palace wants to find a suitable successor for the Lord to inherit the Lord's last wish. Without asking for a higher view, at least let the world know one thing, Qi
Emperor Youzhun once came to this world.
"superior!"
The moment the palace door opened, someone couldn't hold it any longer and rushed in.
No matter what dangerous places are inside, they can't stop ambitious guys.
It's worth it to gamble on a future that will stand at the top with a life that can't see the peak!
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Old soil, deep.
The red mist covered everything around him, and the unknown voice plucked Chen Qingyuan's heartstrings.
Having fought nineteen times, the opponents I faced gradually became stronger.
After being tempered in battle, Chen Qingyuan has a deeper understanding of the changes in the body.
He no longer waited for the scene in front of him to change, but walked forward covered in red mist with firm eyes.
No matter what lies ahead, move forward without fear.
"Boom!"
The void in front exploded, and a tall man stepped forward with majestic momentum, showing his domineering power with his hands and feet raised.
Chen Qingyuan paused and narrowed his eyes slightly.
Chen Qingyuan's opponent this time finally made his heart tremble, his blood began to boil, and the look of anticipation in his eyes gradually became thicker.
Traces of emperors from ancient times!
This is different from the situation in Tianshu Tower. The heroes drawn at that time were only at the extreme of a certain realm. Although the strength they displayed was very strong, it was ultimately limited.
The current situation is very special.
The laws of time in the old land are left behind by the will of outstanding people from ancient times.
The young emperor's cultivation level is the same as that of Chen Qingyuan, in the late stage of integration. However, the young emperor's will is stained with a trace of the emperor's mark from his peak period, and he is able to control the art of the extreme.
In short, despite the fact that the young emperor possesses a trace of imperial marks and imperial skills, his actual combat power is extremely terrifying, even though he is only in the late stage of integration.
"The traces of time in the old soil are fascinating and terrifying."
Chen Qingyuan stared at the blurry figure in front of him, his fighting spirit rising, and he was eager to try. He was obsessed with the strange laws of the old land. He could meet a real opponent here and have a hearty battle without worrying about the consequences.
As for the fear deep inside, it does not come from the opponent, but from the thing at the end of the old land.
While staying in the old land, Chen Qingyuan often had delusions.
It seemed like there were more than one eyes peering at me.
What is hidden at the end of the old soil?
People are extremely curious about what the final battle was like millions of years ago.
"kill!"
Chen Qingyuan whispered, and a sword appeared in his hand.
The Seven-Star White Jue Sword is the treasure of the Daoyi Academy.
Qiang——
The sound of the sword is like the roar of a tiger and the roar of a dragon.
Zheng——
The young emperor flicked his fingers and controlled a ray of power from the emperor's pattern. The light from his fingers broke through the void of thousands of miles and reached the center of Chen Qingyuan's eyebrows.
He raised his sword and swung it, disrupting the trajectory of the fingerlight and causing it to pass by.
The next moment, the finger glowed with dazzling brilliance in the void behind him, and an explosive flower with a diameter of a hundred miles bloomed.