No one would have thought that a magic weapon that the previous dynasty had spent hundreds of years refining would be smashed into pieces.
The eldest prince's heart is bleeding. This is his trump card. Once it is revealed, it will be easy to kill the Eighteen Golden Pills. The incinerator is really overbearing, so overbearing that no one can resist it.
He originally thought that relying on the incinerator, he could defeat Ye Sheng and resolve this crisis.
But now, it's all over.
He was furious with hatred, but Ye Sheng's strength made it difficult for him to breathe.
The moon was bright, the starry sky was vast, and the night breeze was blowing hard, which made the eldest prince's brain hurt. The situation was no longer under his control.
People from all major sects were watching with eager eyes, not wanting to wait any longer.
Ye Sheng was so strong that he asked the eldest prince to open the Baisheng Temple.
And he only has ten golden elixirs and eighteen transformations. A comparison is very tragic.
"I lost." For a long time, the eldest prince felt aggrieved, unwilling to give in, and said sadly and angrily.
He chose to be patient, wait for the opportunity, and go back for revenge.
The champion's face was gloomy, he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and stared at Ye Sheng, as if he wanted to devour him, but he also knew that he could not take action now. He would wait until Ye Sheng showed a flaw, then pounce on him and kill him with one blow.
Everyone in Dazhou looked ugly and didn't say a word. It was very miserable. They were beaten at the door, and they lost two masters in a row, forcing them to admit defeat.
On the other side, the major sects looked overjoyed and couldn't help but get excited. The people of Great Zhou gave up, which meant that the Hundred Temples were about to open.
Ye Sheng was not surprised by this. After the incinerator was smashed, the eldest prince no longer had any confidence to fight him. If he refused to admit defeat, Ye Sheng would really beat him to death.
Although it was okay to get the manuscripts of the various scholars and open the Baisheng Temple, Ye Sheng did not want to waste time at all.
The handwriting of Zhuzi is not an important magic weapon. Its function is in culture, and then it is to open the Baisheng Temple. But Ye Sheng needs to be familiar with it. Studying the handwriting of Zhuzi is a waste of time, at least a few days. It is better to directly
Let the eldest prince open the Baisheng Temple.
"Since you lost, go and open the Baisheng Temple now." Ye Sheng said calmly.
The eldest prince was stunned and said: "Now?"
It's late at night, with the bright moon in the sky. Are you in such a hurry?
"That's it now." Ye Sheng said firmly, he didn't want to wait all night.
People from all the major sects also nodded and agreed to Ye Sheng's proposal, tonight.
The eldest prince had no choice but to fly up and fly towards the desert peak.
Ye Sheng followed immediately, his figure was very fast, and he used the Kunpeng Transformation.
Zhou Yi and Gu Gu immediately followed, with anticipation in their eyes, waiting for so many days just for this Baisheng Temple.
People from various major sects also impatiently followed and came to the desert peak.
Hundreds of people gathered around Desert Peak. At this moment, even those who had been hiding themselves and wanted to be oriole showed their true colors, waiting for the opening of the Baisheng Temple, and then went in to obtain the inheritance.
The desert peaks are bare, without trees or vegetation, and the moonlight shines on the earth, making it extremely clear.
The eldest prince came here, walked forward alone, and under the gaze of everyone, he took out a scroll of handwriting with a solemn expression.
This handwriting is not written on paper, but engraved on bamboo slips. The rolled handwriting is very precious.
The most noteworthy thing about the various schools of thought is their spirit, their understanding of the world, their different ideas, cultural collisions, and wisdom, which were the most precious things in that era.
In this era, cultivation dominates everything, and there is no rich spiritual thought of that era, so no matter who it is, the wisdom of hundreds of schools of thought can help him.
There are hundreds of people here, most of them are members of the Eighteen Transformations of the Golden Core. Their eyes are full of expectations, excited and worried. Once they get some wisdom from various schools of thought and understand it, they can break through the virtual realm.
This is the opportunity for all schools of thought.
If it weren't for the fact that the virtual realm couldn't be entered, they wouldn't be here at all. The wisdom of hundreds of schools of thought would also be of great help to the virtual realm.
boom!
As soon as the masters' handwriting was taken out, a vast and smoke-like literary atmosphere filled the air. Under the influence of the eldest prince's true energy, the ancient words engraved on it came out one by one, suspended in the air, lifelike, as if they were alive.
Life, under everyone's gaze, began to tremble.
Zhou Yi said softly: "This is why the handwriting of various scholars can open the Baisheng Temple."
Cuba murmured: "Although I don't know these words, as soon as I see them, I can't help but want to read more."
"Throughout the ages, the reason why humans are humans and can rise among all major races is because of learning and tireless efforts. People who learn instead of learning are no different from animals and live by instinct." Zhou Yi said lightly.
Ye Sheng did not participate in this topic, but stared at these words. Each one had a strong literary atmosphere, and he understood it thoroughly. Each word was a literary master.
The Great Demon King of the Void stood on his shoulder and said: "Ye Sheng, there are spatial fluctuations at the top of the desert peak."
Ye Sheng also noticed that the empty air suddenly became rippled, like a piece of paper being folded, which shocked everyone.
The Baisheng Temple is about to appear.
Everyone is watching nervously, will Baisheng Temple finally appear?
boom!
The void suddenly erupted with a huge sound, like a mirror being shattered, and a corner of the Baisheng Temple emerged.
In everyone's eyes, a stone staircase appeared in the void. After careful counting, there were ninety-nine floors. On the ninety-ninth floor, there was a closed stone door.
The eldest prince breathed a sigh of relief and said: "This is the Baisheng Temple. Last time we activated the seal, this time the Baisheng Temple emerged directly."
Ye Sheng stared at the stone steps and did not act rashly.
But he doesn't act rashly, and other people who get excited can't help it.
"The inheritance of Baisheng Temple is mine." A middle-aged man with seventeen golden elixir transformations roared and rushed forward with full strength.
Many people's expressions changed and they yelled angrily, but they were unable to stop his intrusion.
On the desert peak, on the stone steps in the void, this person stepped up in one step, and with all his strength, he was about to rush to the ninety-ninth floor.
boom!
But the reality is that as soon as he stepped onto the first step, he felt like he hit an invisible shield, his head was broken and bleeding, and he knelt down on the first step, wailing.
"There's... there's a weird pressure on these stone steps. I feel like I'm being pressed down by more than a dozen people and I can't move."
Many people were stunned when they saw this change, and some people who were about to rush forward silently gave up on this move.
The eldest prince smiled disdainfully and said: "How can you get the inheritance of hundreds of schools of thought just by rushing so fast?"
Ye Sheng asked: "What is going on? Do you know?"
Everyone is staring at the eldest prince. He controls the handwriting of the princes and should know a lot.
Invisible pressure oppressed the eldest prince, forcing him to speak.