Chapter 734 The ancient tribe opened the passage, the sword fairy under the divine bridge
It took several years and nearly twenty late Mahayana or even peak sages died, and finally the route to go out was roughly determined, and the risk was reduced a lot.
The road has been paved, and it will not be broken by the laws of the old soil for at least a few decades.
There was an ancient tribe that was very unlucky. They drew lots and ten Mahayana sages died. The people in power were livid and angry.
If I were not sure that the lottery box had not been tampered with, I would definitely turn against the person.
"The passage is complete, you can go out."
Due to the strange and unpredictable laws of time in the old land, even if the passage is established, too many masters cannot go out.
"Walk!"
After spending so much effort, everyone was finally able to go out and see the scenery outside. Everyone could not hide their excitement.
"You must follow the original route, otherwise you will be responsible for the consequences if anything goes wrong."
The Immortal Ancient Clan selected suitable candidates to go out, and stepped onto the passage one after another, without being impatient.
"The old man wants to travel all over the world."
We can finally leave this small world that is like a prison, and everyone is looking forward to it. Those people from the ancient tribe who cannot leave for the time being have envy on their faces.
Every moment, the laws of various places in the old land will change, and passages can easily collapse.
To be on the safe side, each clan can only send a few Mahayana monks and a number of young talents who have been specially trained.
Judging from the current situation, the Immortal Ancient Clan's powerful Shenqiao still needs to wait. The departure of such a being will definitely lead to the emergence of even more terrifying power from the traces of time.
What to wait for?
When the power of the old earth laws gradually weakens, at a certain point, the ancient clans can work together to break the situation.
The old land is a battlefield in the ancient war, where the power of the law of Emperor Taiwei and some terrifying existence remains.
To this day, it still persists.
Somewhere in the world, there is a bridge with no end in sight.
Seekers throughout the ages have called it the Divine Bridge.
Under the sacred bridge, the black mist is thick.
From time to time, a sound of sobbing could be heard, perhaps the remnants of that ancient hero were engraved in the void, moaning and groaning sadly.
There is also a strange tune playing, which may be a historical fragment from an ancient era, banishing an immortal to play the harp, feeling the difficulty of seeking the Tao, and lamenting the pain of immortality.
Time is a long river, boundless. The historical mysteries revealed at present only have traces of about a million years.
What was it like in the more ancient times?
Has there ever been a truly immortal person?
Is there someone standing at the end of the other shore, overlooking all the world, and seeing the vicissitudes of life at his fingertips?
Who was the first person to seek immortality?
All kinds of doubts once troubled Emperor Taiwei, and he was deeply trapped in them and couldn't extricate himself.
Taiwei spent his whole life, but still could not see the end of time and history. Going back five million years is the limit.
In his later years, he encountered an enemy and lost a move.
If during its heyday, the unknown terror dared to appear, it would definitely have a different ending.
After death, the emperor's body still stood proudly in the abyss, holding up a bridge that should have been broken in the first place.
Not far from the ancient emperor's body, an old man in cloth, borrowing the power of a wisp of the emperor's pattern, understood the supreme true meaning of the sword.
"Buzz——"
The mysterious and infinite laws revolved around the old man in cloth clothes, like countless layers of pale white light curtains, covering him.
Who is the old man in common clothes?
It was none other than the Chang Geng Sword Immortal, Li Muyang, who fought in Ziyun Mountain during those two battles!
Put yourself to death and live again.
Although his Qi and blood have a hint of decline, they are extremely strong and his strength is unfathomable.
I haven't left this day yet, because I have great aspirations in my heart. I want to break through the shackles of heaven and earth and reach the top of the tall building.
Although this road is difficult, it is not without the possibility of success with the help of too little residual thought.
"Although the road ahead is difficult, it cannot stop my determination to follow the path."
The overwhelming sword power came out of Li Muyang's body, like a huge water ball suddenly bursting, with water splashing in all directions.
Whether it was the power of Emperor Taiwei's remnant or the power of Li Muyang's sword, dozens or hundreds of sunken holes appeared in the surrounding black mist, like a horizontal abyss.
When the Sword Immortal enters the world, he will surely show his unparalleled charm.
By then, the strength will probably not be weaker than that of Dugu Changkong of the Qing Sect back then, or even stronger.
"Come and fight!"
Li Muyang felt something in his heart, and suddenly opened his eyes, and the golden light turned on.
Immediately, there was a long roar, and the thick black fog came with the sword raised.
In the black mist, there is the power of the law of time, and the traces of history outlined by the power of Taiwei's residual thoughts are just like the situation in the old land.
Climb Ziyun Mountain and fight against the will of heaven and earth. Even if you lose, you will still be honored.
Entering the long river of history, playing games with the ancient heroes, it is a blessing in life.
If he remains victorious and undefeated, his dynasty will surely be able to break through the shackles of the Great Dao and become a shining star in the new era.
If you lose, your soul will return here. It is extremely lucky to be buried in the same place as Emperor Taiwei. You will have no regrets in this life.
Under this sacred bridge, Li Muyang started a new journey.
When to break through the bottleneck and when to join the world.
In the black mist, the battle was fierce, and the sword roared like a dragon's roar.
The battle between the swordsman and the phantom of an ancient hero was hearty.
Even if he is injured, he is not timid and enjoys it.
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Beihuang, Qingzong.
A distinguished guest came today.
A young man stood at the gate of Qingzong's mountain. He was about thirteen or four feet tall and more than four meters tall.
Wearing a dark brocade robe and dark yellow skin, he stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes were deep, his temperament was elegant, and he was otherworldly.
"What do you call fellow Taoist? Where do you come from? Why do you come here?"
A disciple guarding the gate of the mountain came forward politely and asked.
"My surname is Ye, let Chen Qingyuan come out to see me."
The young man had an indifferent look on his face and did not take the disciple in front of him to heart. He looked aloof and spoke in a commanding tone.
The disciple guarding the gate was not sure of the identity of the visitor, so he did not get angry. Instead, he thought about it and said, "Your Excellency, please wait a moment. I will go and inform you."
This person wanted to see the junior uncle by name, and he might be related to the junior junior uncle.
With this in mind, the gatekeeper disciple immediately went to Chen Qingyuan's residence and reported the matter truthfully, without daring to add fuel to the fire.
"A person with the surname Ye?"
Chen Qingyuan was sitting in the courtyard drinking tea. Hearing this, he narrowed his eyes.
This person is such a big deal that I was asked to go out and meet him in person.
Wait, my surname is Ye!
Could it be related to Ye Yu?
Suddenly, a possibility occurred to me.
Chen Qingyuan's eyes narrowed and he put down the teacup in his hand.
"I want to see who it is."
He lost interest in drinking tea and stepped out.
Walking to the gate of the mountain, Chen Qingyuan and the young man of unknown origin looked at each other ten meters apart.
Although there is an obvious height difference between the two, Chen Qingyuan is extremely imposing and does not fall behind at first glance.
"Are you Chen Qingyuan?"
The young man named Ye asked.
"Yes." Chen Qingyuan admitted and asked, "What do you want to do when you see me?"
"I heard that you are pretty good and I want to compete with you."
The young man stood with his hands behind his hands, looking arrogant, as if he did not take the heroes of the world seriously.