The first thousand five hundred and fifty-four chapters passed away
The road to heaven is long.
Xiao Lu turned into a resentful dragon that never stops talking.
The eighteenth generation of Dongfang Lie's ancestors has been greeted by Xiaolu eighteen and eighteen times.
Gu Xuan, on the other hand, felt calm and kept walking up.
At the same time, he was summarizing the gains from the second level of the Holy Realm.
He is also absorbing the spiritual energy belonging to the Holy Island to accumulate energy for further advancement.
The third level of the Holy Realm is now filled with strong men from all sides of the Burning Sky Continent, plus local indigenous strong men. It is definitely a place where even the peak warriors of the Holy Realm have to be careful.
Although Gu Xuan is only one star in the Emperor Realm now, his strength has far exceeded what he was when he was one star in the Emperor Realm.
After reaching the third level of the Holy Realm and returning to the first level of the Holy Realm, it is almost certain that his strength will surpass that of before.
In addition to accumulating energy, Gu Xuan also began to study the changes brought to him by the Holy Son's destiny.
The Holy Son of Qingluo was beheaded by him, and his body was equivalent to possessing the life of two Holy Sons.
However, apart from feeling that my soul seems to be stronger, there hasn't been much change.
What exactly is this so-called destiny of the Son of God?
Even the Sons of God may not know what the role of collecting all the Sons' fates would be.
The only people who really know the truth are probably the senior officials of Zhongyuan Domain.
When he thought of the senior officials of Zhongyuan Domain, Gu Xuan felt a little toothache again.
The combat power of the third heaven of the Holy Realm coming from Zhongyuan Realm is so powerful that it is boundless.
Gu Xuan even doubted whether those people came to unify the third heaven of the Holy Realm.
There are two of them who are at the peak of the Holy Realm.
Fortunately, the domain master of the Zhongyuan Domain should appear in the fourth heaven of the Holy Domain.
Otherwise, people from the third level of the Holy Realm may not be able to play.
Of course, what Gu Xuan cares most about is the Holy List.
The reward for the first place on the earth list and the heaven list is already a fragment of the heavenly heart. So, what will the reward for the first place on the holy list be?
I'm afraid, it is definitely worth more than the fragments of the Heavenly Dao Heart.
Gu Xuan is looking forward to it.
Although in the end, he may not necessarily compete for the first place.
After all, Princess Suzaku once reminded him that it was best to compete for the eleventh place.
“But it’s really difficult.
Regardless of intelligence, appearance, or combat prowess, I'm probably number one.
But we have to give up and compete for the eleventh place, which is really difficult to handle."
Otherwise, he, it might give up cursing Dongfang Lie and come to curse him.
A few days passed by in a hurry.
Gu Xuan went up all the way and fell into a state of selflessness.
It is difficult to improve the martial arts realm on the ladder, but there is no obstacle to improving the soul realm.
Xiao Lu finally got tired of scolding, and fell into a deep sleep together with the little squirrel.
Time is still passing by like a fleeting moment.
People who are wandering in time cannot notice it.
The Third Heaven of the Holy Realm.
In a lake that has dried up.
A man with an upright body stood in the center of the lake with a proud look on his face.
He was dressed in white, and the sword intent soaring to the sky was released from his body.
The surrounding air seemed to be filled with invisible edges.
Even if a mosquito flies into this lake, it will be chopped into powder in an instant.
Here, obviously there was a big battle.
And the final winner is the man in white.
He glanced at the lake with a contemptuous smile on his lips.
"The art of feigning death? It's really interesting.
It's a pity that you underestimate me, the Confucian Sword Saint.
If you want to use a mantis as a chariot, don't think that I, the Confucian Sword Saint, am a fool, for I would be so easily convinced that you are here to die."
The Confucian Sword Saint looked around, constantly searching for everything here.
"Mo Jingyun, Li Xieyun, I want to see when you plan to resurrect.
When you are resurrected, I will kill you again!
If I can kill you twice, I can kill you three times!
I can wait, but I don’t know if your art of suspended animation has a time limit, and how long can I wait?
When I really kill you, I will also kill your companion.
Do you think he can really save Yang Xiaoxie?
How naive!”
At this moment, in a canyon.
Yang Xiaoxie stared blankly at the two tombs in front of him, and tears fell down uncontrollably.
In front of the tomb, there are two stone tablets with exquisite shapes.
One, with the words: Tomb of my dear friend Mo Jingyun.
The other one reads: The tomb of my dear friend Li Xieyun.
After a long time, Yang Xiaoxie looked at the man carving the other two stone tablets and asked somewhat dullly:
"Yueyang Mountain, don't they know how to fake death?
How could he really die?"
Yueyang Mountain sighed while carving tombstones.
"I've explained it thirty times.
The energy I gave them about the art of suspended animation can only last three days.
Within three days, they could only fake death twice.
Although they did only die twice, it stands to reason that they still have a chance to be resurrected.
But, how many days have passed now?
It's been more than ten or twenty days.
Let me calculate, it’s been a full forty-three days since we came to the third level of the Holy Realm, so they have been dead for a full period of time..."
Yang Xiaoxie didn't wait for Yueyang Shan to finish speaking, and said hurriedly:
"But I always feel that they can still save it.
Your art of suspended animation is so powerful, why don't we go find the remains they left behind?
As long as we find them, we may be able to revive them."
Yueyang Shan shook his head and sighed.
"Don't think that these are not available.
That Confucian Sword Saint didn't know the secret of the art of feigning death, so he stayed there stupidly.
I finally risked my life to save you, but you refused to go far. When he reacts, he will come here sooner or later.
Needless to say, there must be traces of him in your body.
If you don't leave, I can't leave either, otherwise I would be very sorry to my friend.
So, prepare the tombstone first."
Yang Xiaoxie stood up angrily and broke a tombstone with one foot.
"Yeah, you trampled your tombstone to pieces, you should have trampled mine. Anyway, I will be resurrected sooner or later, but you can't.
You only have two chances in three days. If he squats on you, this tombstone is not a waste.
But if you crush it, it's a waste."
Yueyang Shan looked regretful.
Yang Xiaoxie sneered and kicked another tombstone into pieces.
"Yeah! I carved the tombstone for three days!
This is not a tombstone, this is a work of art!
What a pity."
Yueyang Mountain is very painful.
"If you don't save them, I will!
At worst, I will die with Xie Yun!"
Yang Xiaoxie shouted angrily, then rose into the sky and flew towards the lake where the Confucian Sword Saint Son was.
Yueyang Mountain turned into a ray of light and blocked it.
Almost at the same moment, hundreds of miles away, a space vortex suddenly appeared in a vast forest.
Two figures, one white and one green, fell out of the space vortex!