"Mei'er, what you said makes sense. If you don't ask for God, you will be stepped on by God. If I ask for God, God will also shun you! I will take the path of seeking God on my own, but this is not just for a peak or a title.
It’s so simple, and it’s just to make the people around me worry-free and free from bullying!”
Yuan Zun felt that Meier had come out of that sad and desolate state of mind, and with a heroic smile, she jumped from the back of Rose Kirin to the top of the altar!
Mei'er followed and turned into a ray of white light, escaped from the beast's body, and chased after him with a body scent of roses.
Awesome runes are carved here, and the same is true under his feet. Every time he steps on a different rune, Yuan Zun can feel the tension rising deep in his heart.
"These are the feats of the Mad Emperor during his lifetime. They are recorded in the form of engraved runes. They are the same as the patterns on the pilasters. As long as spiritual energy is injected into them, they can be interpreted smoothly."
Yuan Zun nodded, looking at one of the runes connected together, guessing that it should record one of the Mad Emperor's feats during his lifetime, and simply poured spiritual energy into it.
As a burst of ancient aura shook out from the runes, the interpreted sentences were also reflected in the mid-air.
Yuan Zun and Mei'er both raised their heads and stared at it. After reading, they couldn't help but take a few breaths.
"With the power of the Mad Emperor, hundreds of tribes were invincible, and the powerful forces surrounded and suppressed as many as ten thousand people. The Emperor waved his hand and stamped his feet, and in two breaths he was like clouds in the wind and disappeared!"
The Mad Emperor was the head of the Twelve Tyrant Emperors in the Middle Ages, and his strength was naturally so powerful that it was awe-inspiring. During his lifetime, there was no martial arts expert in the Jiutian World except the other eleven emperors who could compete with him.
Comparing each other together.
Facing the encirclement and suppression by powerful men from hundreds of tribes, the Mad Emperor just waved his hand and stamped his feet, but within two breaths, tens of thousands of powerful men were turned into dead souls.
Who can rival such courage and strength!?
Yuan Zun has seen many powerful people and traveled to many places of creation. However, he has never seen an unparalleled powerful person like the Mad Emperor.
One against ten thousand!
Undefeated!
Erase instantly!
According to the words deciphered from the engraved runes, the powerful people from the hundreds of tribes are at least from the Tianling Tribe in the middle period of the ancient times. There are countless powerful people, most of whom are at the peak level of martial arts.
At that time, the Jiutian World had not yet been divided into the Nine Heavens. The Tianling Clan was on the same level as all major forces, not to mention the current Ninety-Nine Great Celestial Spirit Clan!
The Mad Emperor destroyed hundreds of tribes and tens of thousands of warriors by himself, and was so powerful that it was awe-inspiring.
Yuan Zun felt a numbness on his scalp. He lowered his eyebrows and looked at the no less than a hundred runes connected together under his feet. He secretly guessed that each rune was the same as the rune he interpreted, recording the mad emperor's dominance.
The posture, the superhuman thing.
No wonder the reputation of the Twelve Tyrant Emperors is so resounding. Even though they disappeared into the Jiutian World out of thin air, there are still some legends about them left at the end of the ancient times, nearly tens of millions of years later.
Meier knows some rumors about the Twelve Tyrant Emperors, which is the best proof.
Although, in today's Jiutian World, if the events of the Middle Ages are mentioned again, everyone will definitely have a confused look on their face.
Because there are no ancient books left and no place of creation has been found, they have no idea about the strong men in the middle ancient times and what happened, and they are in an almost blank state.
Yuan Zun cannot guarantee that everyone does not know, but even if someone knows something about the Middle Ages or even the Twelve Tyrant Emperors, it will not exceed one hand.
"Master, that is where the real sacrifice lies!"
Just when Yuan Zun was filled with surprise, Meier's tingling voice completely brought him back to reality.
Looking in the direction of the jade finger, he was slightly startled.
Above the stone pillar altar, in the center, there is a jade altar about the height of a person, with traces of burning fire inside.
Thinking about it, it must have been caused by the Mad Emperor sealing his body and burning his soul before he transcended!
Between this piece of heaven and earth, there is a total of Wufang altars, which should be the tombs of five of the twelve emperors of Ba Tian!
Tomb of the Five Emperors!
As for why the five Mad Emperors all died here, and why the other Seven Emperors were not in this creation, Yuan Zun and Mei'er didn't know, but this was exactly the answer they were looking for.
The soul jade sacrifice is also used for worship by future generations. As long as it comes into contact with the jade altar, the soul will flow into the altar to resonate with the soul of the mad emperor. If it can resonate and awaken the soul of the mad emperor, it should be possible to
He knows a lot of secrets!
But looking at this eternal secret, although the jade altar exists, no descendants have ever entered it. Yuan Zun and others were the first batch of warriors to correct the Eight Classics.
As he approached, he could already feel some kind of swallowing power coming from the jade altar. That kind of swallowing power that was invisible to the naked eye should be understood as acting on the souls of Yuan Zun and Meier.
"I haven't touched the jade altar yet, but it has already started to have an impact on the soul!" Yuan Zun swallowed, stopped, and did not dare to move any further.
Because his intuition was telling him that if he touched the jade altar, it would be equivalent to worshiping the Mad Emperor, and his soul would be sucked and there would be damage!
This kind of suction is beyond his control, and he may lose his soul and become a useless corpse.
"Since he has left an altar for future generations to worship, this mad emperor shouldn't do things that tempt future generations to set up institutions, right?"
Just as Yuan Zun was hesitating, Xiao Meng's voice came from his heart.
As the leader of the Twelve Tyrant Emperors, the Mad Emperor must be extraordinarily heroic. Not only is he full of righteousness, he must also be upright. He should not leave traps for those who plot against cats and dogs.
This jade altar is the only place to communicate with the Mad Emperor's soul. It only depends on whether it can resonate. Since it is the only way, it will not be a "dead end" in the true sense.
Yuan Zun felt that there was some truth in Xiao Meng's words, so he walked towards the jade altar again, Mei'er accompanying him. If there were any unexpected changes, he would be completely taken away from the Altar of the Mad Emperor!
Taking a breath of cold air, Yuan Zun opened his hands slightly and pressed them directly on the jade altar.
Immediately, an invisible suction force reached its peak in an instant, and Yuan Zun's soul power was also being swallowed up by the jade altar.
However, in just three breaths, cold sweat had already wetted his martial arts robe, and there were obvious drops of cold sweat on his cheeks.
"Kick-kick"
The jade altar is trembling, a very subtle trembling, but it has a very harsh sound.
Yuan Zun felt dizzy and wanted to stop, but it was already too late!
Meier's pretty face tightened, foretelling something was not going well. She grabbed his arm with both hands and was about to use her strength to take him away, but Yuan Zun's voice of rejection came again: "Wait a moment, help me protect the law!"