If time were to go back two thousand years, this woman's name would be enough to make all the men in the world tremble.
In that era, no man could see her without bowing his head or kneeling down.
Even at that time, there were several amazing heroes who stayed away from her and did not want to get too close to her.
For a woman to become emperor, it not only requires strong cultivation, ruthless means, extreme wisdom, and ruthless heart, but also requires overcoming all the weaknesses of a woman.
Such a woman may not be born even in ten thousand years!
If a woman is too strong, she will always have a fatal weakness, which even if she is extremely powerful, she cannot overcome it.
Long Jiangling died unexpectedly in the end. After reigning for two hundred and fifty years, she was still more beautiful than a flower and as young as a twenty-eight-year-old beauty when she died.
That day, blood stained the Imperial Palace of the Divine Capital red, and the mourning bell rang for nine days.
A generation of empress, as beautiful as an immortal, died suddenly. No one knew how she died, and no one knew who killed her?
But at that time, only one person could kill her.
That is, herself!
Long Jiangling has been dead for two thousand years. No matter how stunningly talented and beautiful she was, she died in that era after all, and future generations can only see her name in ancient books and historical records.
However, today, her figure appeared on the lake again.
It came out of the three names "Long Jiangling" that she had carved with her own hands. At that time, she had not yet worn the Nine-Five Dragon Robe, but she already had the aura of the Dragon King, which was so noble and compelling that it made people just look at her.
I can look up to her.
This is just an eternal shadow, and she was only at the peak of the divine base at that time!
"boom!"
Her pressure made people retreat, and with a casual slap, the golden spear in the palm of the golden-robed monk was shattered into three pieces.
"puff!"
This golden-robed monk who had reached the pinnacle of divine power and comprehended the Nine Divine Consciousnesses, his body turned into blood mist, and not even a single bone was intact.
The empress's projection flew back to the stone tablet and turned into three ancient characters, Long Jiangling!
This scene is so miraculous. The unparalleled figure from two thousand years ago actually imprinted a ray of soul on the holy monument. His combat power was several times greater than that of a king of the same realm, and he was completely invincible.
"Is this how the empress looked when she was young?" Eight dragon chariots flew on the northern sky, blocked by a black cloud, and Princess Luofu's voice came from the dragon chariots.
She seemed to be talking to herself and asking questions.
Shi Yelai has reached the level of epic genius, but after all, he is still a dog under Princess Luofu's family. Naturally, he is not willing to accept it. No one is willing to be a dog, but he can only endure it.
He is waiting for an opportunity, an opportunity that can put Princess Luofu out of danger, so that he can turn over and become the master, and the one who becomes a dog is Princess Luofu.
Every time he thought of Princess Luofu kneeling in front of him like a dog, begging him, letting him shout around, let him beat and scold her, the blood in his body couldn't help but boil.
If you can wait until that day, what's the point of being a dog now?
Princess Luofu naturally knew that this dog was restless, but it was the most ferocious dog and the best at biting. If she wanted to become a peerless empress like Long Jiangling, if she couldn't tame a dog, how could she?
Tame the world?
"Long Jiangling is nothing more than that. If I take action, I will definitely break the mark of her soul left on the holy list." Shi Yelai was wearing a white robe and stood next to the eight-part dragon chariot, respectfully and respectfully.
Dare to go beyond even half an inch.
"Hmph! When the Empress left her name, she was only at the peak of her divine power. If you go to break into the Holy Monument now, the person you fight will not be the Empress. The one who will appear will definitely be the sages and overlords of the same realm as you. You are only at the peak of the divine power.
You have barely reached the epic level. If you want to compete with these sage overlords, you are still far away." Mu Tantian smiled disdainfully.
Mu Tantian and Mu Shuodi are both top geniuses of the Mu family, young heroes at the level of the Great Perfection of the Divine Foundation, and they are also the two powerful generals under Princess Luofu's command.
If you want to leave your name on the holy monument, you must first defeat an ancient person of the same realm on the holy monument. This is only the first step.
"I'm scared to death. The former empress was indeed something extraordinary. She was so powerful. Is this the peak strength of a god?" Bi Ningshuai saw the phantom of the empress taking action. It was so shocking. He had never dared to imagine it before.
Ji Dingfeng can exert such terrifying power.
"Uncle Master, can you be so powerful?" Wang Meng's cultivation was a bit weaker than that of the man in gold robe, but the man in gold robe was instantly killed by a slap from the empress. Naturally, he did not dare to break into the holy monument again.
Bi Ningshuai is also eyeing Feng Feiyun, this is also a pervert! A master who can kill the peak of Shenji in the middle stage of Shenji and cultivate seven divine consciousnesses breaks through the Infinite Tower and comes out, and his cultivation level is even higher than limitless.
Feng Feiyun shook his head and said: "Her fighting power is more than ten times better than mine. Even if I cultivate the ninth spiritual consciousness, I can only take one move from her at most, and I will definitely die in her hands with the second move.
"
Feng Feiyun has now cultivated the eighth path of divine consciousness, and is only two steps away from the perfection of the divine foundation. He has just calculated the gap between himself and the empress when they were young, and even he himself does not believe the results.
Human talent can be so frightening, it has simply surpassed that of the Phoenix.
"What if you use a spiritual weapon?" Bin Ning said handsomely.
Feng Feiyun said: "It's useless. The spiritual weapon will be suppressed by the power of the holy monument and will not be able to exert its power at all. If you want to leave your name on the holy monument, you must rely on your true skills."
"Brother, isn't there hope for you?" The little demon held Feng Feiyun's sleeves and raised his head to stare at him.
Obviously she also wanted to leave her name on the holy monument, but she didn't know how powerful her opponent was.
"That's not necessarily the case, if we can let..." He paused halfway, his eyes focused on the thirty-three-foot-tall holy monument, and a pair of pupils burned with blazing flames.
He found a clue and wanted to see through this holy stele. He felt that this holy stele had a legendary power. He had only seen records of this kind of power in the classics of the Phoenix Demon Clan.
But it is only similar, but not certain.
Under the moonlight, the light of the holy monument is as bright as jade, like a stone cliff broken from the sky, full of spirituality.
"If it is really that kind of spiritual stone, then these people who once left their names on the holy monument may one day seize the stone body, refine their true body, walk out of the stone, and live against the odds."
There are eighteen kinds of spiritual stones in this world, each one more magical than the other. The higher the ranking, the rarer it is, the more unique it is in the world.
For example, there is only one Dragon Spirit Stone ranked tenth in the entire Shenjin Dynasty. It can suppress the fate of the country and protect the peace of the Shenjin Dynasty for thousands of years.
Another example is the seventh-ranked Transformation Stone. This is the stone after the Holy Spirit transforms into the Dao. If one can understand the true essence of the Transformation Stone, thousands of years later, one may be able to cultivate into half a Holy Spirit.
In legends, there are some more precious and rare spiritual stones, some of which can even mend the sky, some of which can suppress boundaries, and some of which can light up a starry sky...
The stone tablet in front of him reminded Feng Feiyun of a spiritual stone that existed in the legend of deification. However, he had never seen such a spiritual stone, and he did not believe that such a spiritual stone would appear in the human country, so he did not
Didn't say it out loud.
No one dares to break into the holy monument anymore, not wanting to follow in the footsteps of that golden-robed male monk.
"After Tengu eclipses the moon, the world will fall into absolute darkness, and the power of the holy monument will be reduced by half. This will be the best time to leave a mark."
Many people know that those sages are so powerful that defeating them is as difficult as climbing to the sky. Only in the darkest time, when the power of the holy monument drops by half, can we take advantage of the opportunity.
"Even if the power of the Holy Monument is reduced by half, can you find someone who can defeat the Empress at the peak of the Divine Foundation? Can you find someone who can defeat Nalan Hongtao at the Great Perfection of the Divine Foundation? Can you find someone who can defeat Fo Canzi at the third level of destiny?
Someone?" Someone asked this question, causing everyone to remain silent.
"That's not necessarily true!" came a sinister voice.
A sacred sail of black cloth wrapped around the sky, like a black cloud, flew from the western sky, covering the moon in the sky and blocking the flying snow all over the sky.
Whoosh!
A man in black with blood mist floating above his head stood on the lake out of thin air. He stretched out a hand and wrapped up the windy black cloth sail above the sky and collected it.
In his hands.
This is a man with a bloodless face, his skin is whiter than the snow on the ground, and whiter than the dead.
White face, black robe!
As soon as he appeared, everyone fell silent.
"Nah, they actually came here!" Bi Ningshuai plunged into the snowdrift again, with only his butt and two legs exposed, like an ostrich.
This is exactly one of those evil sect descendants. I don’t know which evil sect Bi Ningshuai refers to, or which evil sects he refers to, that can actually scare him like this.
Wang Meng picked up one of his calves and dragged him out of the snowdrift. He held him upside down in his hands and asked, "Who are these people? Even if they are the Lord of Hell, you don't have to be so scared?"
"They are Lords of Hell, little Lords of Hell!" Bi Ningshuai covered his face with his hands, afraid of being recognized.
"If you don't tell me, believe it or not, I will throw you over?" Wang Meng smiled, and swung Bining's handsome and thin monkey-like body in the air.
Bi Ningshuai's cultivation level was originally higher than Wang Meng's, but at this moment he was so frightened that he couldn't even use his proper cultivation level.
"Don't, don't! I said, I said it's not okay!" Bi Ningshuai was really afraid that Wang Meng would throw him over, and he would be dead, so he said slowly: "This man with a white face and black clothes is a member of the Senluo Palace.