The ninth and thirty-two chapters of the shocking art, took their world away
"You misunderstood me. I am a decent person. I have never done excavation of ruins or archaeological treasure hunting. I really don't like ordinary things."
Fu Jun stared at Qin Yang, a trace of doubt flashing in his eyes. He really didn't hear anything false in Qin Yang's words.
After thinking about it, Mr. Fu pointed to the secret place where he came out.
"I don't know exactly what's there. If you want to learn more, then go ahead. There probably won't be anything good. There are still some remnants of the ancient underworld."
Listening to Fujun's words, Qin Yang understood something else.
"Are you leaving? You are just an avatar, where are you going?"
Fu Jun pointed to the sky.
"Qin Kun didn't hold back his strength and slashed open the sky with one sword. The world we were in was equivalent to being directly exposed to the outside at that moment, and enough information was spread out.
If it were other people, I wouldn't worry that anyone would notice it, but Qin Kun's power may make a lot of people sensitive to it.
It is very likely that someone will set their sights here. I plan to go and see whoever spots it first. I will go over and look around to see if I can stop them.
Otherwise, Taihao will fall, the ten great priests will be deprived of their authority, and the remaining gods who are no different from the walking dead will be just a piece of fat meat.
This world is also a huge bait."
Having said this, Fu Jun paused, thought for a moment, and then turned to look at Qin Yang.
"Will you stay here next?"
"What am I doing here? I don't want to dominate."
"Ha..." Mr. Fu sneered, and mocked unscrupulously: "When you reach a certain level, have a certain status, and what you have done, there are many things that will end if you don't want them. Some people will risk their lives not to get them.
, I will also snatch it away and give it to you.”
Speaking of this, Fu Jun didn't know what he thought of, and suddenly fell silent. After a moment, he patted Qin Yang on the shoulder.
"I'm leaving, please don't die. You are more important than you think. If you want something, I don't know anything particularly valuable in this world. I do know a few in other places.
, there may be a place where my incarnation is, if you go to awaken other incarnations, you can ask them, no incarnation will be stingy."
"Forget it, I'm just saying it. I'm a decent person."
"..."
The prince hesitated to speak, and finally raised his hand, turned into a streak of blood, and flew away into the sky.
Qin Yang sighed, took out his notebook and took a look at it.
Even in his incarnation, several of his incarnations were hacked to death by who knows who.
Moreover, the gap between this incarnation and the incarnation is not generally large.
The incarnation of Fujun I saw this time was obviously more human.
I don’t know how many incarnations Lord Fu had in those years. Did he take the initiative to divide himself into thousands?
Or was it that when the great storm struck, a top expert like him was the first to bear the brunt and was torn apart by the general trend of the world on the spot, forced to differentiate into so many incarnations?
Qin Yang actually had a lot of things he wanted to ask this incarnation of Fujun, who didn't look so doggy.
It's a pity that this incarnation of Fujun didn't seem to want to say much to him at all, and it seemed that he really had something urgent to do and went out to see something, which was just an excuse to not be careless.
Qin Yang didn't intend to ask any more questions.
Anyway, he really didn't plan to stay here long.
In the next period of time, Taihao's world may become very chaotic.
But I'm afraid most monks would be happy to see the results of this chaos.
In the past, they were suppressed by the Infinite Realm, and the promotion channels were completely blocked. Now, it is a foregone conclusion that the Infinite Realm will be destroyed. All heroes do not have to worry about losing hope.
The strongest group of experts will no longer have to be deprived of their aura by Taihao and become a walking zombie.
Looking up close and looking at it from a distance, it is a good thing.
But Qin Yang could predict that these people might not be able to welcome this change peacefully. There were too many people with their own agendas, and it was impossible to stop them, and he didn't want to stop them either.
Cutting off someone's future is a greater revenge than killing someone.
Taking one last look at the empty second-floor cloud platform, Qin Yang turned and left.
When passing by Yiyuan Palace, Qin Yang looked at Bibiezi coming out of there, thought for a moment, but still didn't show up.
It's better to maintain a good impression. If someone like Bie Biezi was tricked, if he suddenly came out now and said that I was thinking about the overall situation, Qin Yang himself would feel ashamed.
But we can't just ignore it. Back then, Bibiezi entered the Heavenly Palace under the pretext of seeking refuge with Taihao.
He wrote down a message, threw it to the other party, turned around and left the Heavenly Palace.
Biebiezi looked at a small note that suddenly appeared in mid-air, stretched out his hand and grabbed it in his hand.
"Farewell, fellow Taoist, Emperor Taihao has passed away, and all the priests have passed away. Your long-cherished wish will finally come true when the clouds open, and the days to come will last forever. It will be difficult for others to understand your original intention, and you will surely be the target of public criticism.
My fellow Taoist has never fallen under the terror of the Emperor of Heaven, and I don’t want my fellow Taoist to fall when the clouds are clearing and the sun is clearing.
If you don't give up, you can go to Huliang Island and wait quietly. Someone will take you out of this world someday.
There is more than one Taihao in this world, and I hope he will remain useful and cherish him very much."
Bibiezi took the note and looked around, trying to see who gave him the message, but unfortunately he couldn't see anything.
He wiped his eyes, and a feeling that he couldn't tell whether it was sadness or something welled up in his heart.
Ever since he entered the Heavenly Palace, he had actually been prepared to face death. Now that Taihao had fallen, he knew full well how much backlash his actions would cause others, and he was already prepared to die.
Because at this time, it is useless to say anything. No one will believe it. Even if someone speaks for him, no one will believe it. In the eyes of everyone in this world, he is a traitor.
Holding the note in hand, Bebiezi pondered for a while, returned to Yiyuan Palace, took away all the classics here, packed everything that needed to be packed, and left the Heavenly Palace resolutely.
After leaving the Heavenly Palace and entering the sea, he dived deep into the one-yuan heavy water layer, and no one could catch him in the sea.
Qin Yang squatted outside the Tiangong, watching the other disciples listen to the advice and leave the Tiangong without bothering to explain anything to others. Qin Yang also secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
He understands very well what is going on with human beings. At this time, no one will believe Bibiezi's story. They will only believe that Bibiezi is a traitor. When the people below attack the Heavenly Palace, Bibiezi will
Zi was definitely the first to be killed.
He was also afraid that others would not listen to his advice, so he finally provoked him, and it seemed that the effect was good.
Not far after Qin Yang walked out of the Heavenly Palace, he saw someone building a pavilion on the hill below. There was a row of big characters made of spiritual light floating above. The fluctuations in spiritual power continued to spread, making them more obvious and more obvious.
"The surname is Qin, your uncle."
A fat little man with a dead look on his face was lying inside and taking a nap with his eyes closed.
Qin Yang fell silently into the pavilion. As soon as he put his hand on it, he saw this person appear on the other side of the pavilion instantly.
"Senior Brother Qin, are you alive?"
Qin Yang appeared, sitting there with a dark face.
Zhang Zhengyi came forward with a smile on his face.
"I knew you would definitely not die, Senior Brother Qin."
"Don't talk nonsense. I have something for you to do. Go to Taihao Huliang and find Bie Biezi to see if he is willing. If he is willing, take him to Dahuang.
If he is unwilling and still wants to contribute light and heat, then let him wait until a suitable place is found in the future, and then take him there. Recently, I have been sheltering from the limelight in the deep sea."
"That's all?"
"Also, if you go back to the wilderness, by the way, tell your master about the situation here. Taihao is dead, the top ten priests are gone, and there are only some small gods who are walking dead.
Apart from the local forces and the people of Emperor Fengdu, there are no major events here."
Qin Yang explained for a long time, but seeing that Zhang Zhengyi didn't seem to be interested, he added without changing his expression.
"The Lord Fu said that there are many remnants of the ancient underworld in the secret realm transformed from the fragments of the ancient underworld. If you want them, you are welcome to take them.
I don’t have the time to spare. If you’ve finished your work and have nothing to do, then go explore and everything is yours.”
"Okay, senior brother Qin, don't worry, things will be done beautifully. I'll go now."
Zhang Zhengyi was resurrected on the spot, his energy was greatly boosted, and he took one step forward and disappeared where he was.
"damn thing."
Qin Yang cursed with a smile, found a place by himself, and began to sort out the goods.
There was something he really wanted, and it was in the Inspiration Palace.
On the second level of the cloud platform, the palaces of other great priests had long since fallen into the clouds and shattered into pieces. Only the Inspiration Palace was captured by Qin Yang before it collapsed.
At that time, I saw a lot of good things in the Inspiration Palace. The great priest of Inspiration worked hard to hide the cursed tablet.
If these treasures are not needed, they can be given away to others. As for the classics, Qin Yang will keep them himself.
Especially when I heard from Twelve that the classics on Jing Zi Jue were stored in the Inspiration Palace.
Whatever you say, you have to get it. Whether you can succeed or not depends on fate in the future.
After sorting the things in the Inspiration Palace into categories and sorting out various classics, it was easy to find the classics on Jing Zi Jue.
The main body is like a painting, rolled up and placed randomly in a pile of scrolls. If Qin Yang hadn't noticed the unique rhythm of Yi Zi Jue the moment he stretched out his hand to touch it, he really wouldn't have been able to determine it.
Opening the scroll, the picture is pitch black, it looks like it has been covered with ink. If you feel it carefully, it is pitch black, you can't feel any rhythm, it is completely empty.
There is only the rhythm unique to the Yizijue classics and nothing else.
Qin Yang activated the Si Zi Jue for a moment, and finally sensed a message.
"Shocking God Technique."
Looking left and right, there is nothing special. If this information had not been given by Twelve, there would only be this one thing in the Inspiration Palace that was obviously a one-word formula book.
He just sensed the scroll, and I'm afraid he would only regard it as a picture scroll under the influence of some kind of one-word formula.
"Sure enough, I knew it wasn't that simple..."
Sighing secretly, he put away the scroll and kept it for later to understand slowly.
If it were so simple to understand something, the great priest of inspiration wouldn't just leave it there so casually.
It is much more difficult than when I first obtained the Si Zi Jue.
As for witnessing Qin Kun perform the Wrath Technique, using a dead body to hack Tai Hao to death, and the remaining power penetrated this world, the trace of charm that was imprinted in his heart could not even be found.
If Qin Kun hadn't borrowed his anger, Qin Yang could clearly feel the charm, and his eyes wouldn't even think that he had learned it.
Forget it, just let it go. Besides, if you can learn most of the one-word techniques, it's better not to learn them. The price of getting started is too high.
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It's rare for Qin Yang to take a break and feel like he can breathe a sigh of relief.
In Taihao Huliang, the bandaged man closed an eye that appeared on his forehead.
"It is very certain that Taihao fell, Qin Kun died after the final blow, and the incarnation of Fujun also left."
"Intensify efforts and mobilize troops." The female cultivator made a decisive decision and was immediately ready to harvest the fruits of victory.
"Sir, there has been some trouble recently. A big ghost appeared out of nowhere and started to conquer all over the place. It is very rampant." The black-faced strong man on the side reported the new news with a sullen face.
"After all, he is a member of the ghost clan. Don't worry about him. Continue to mobilize troops here. This is a rare opportunity and cannot be given up."
The black-faced strong man nodded and accepted the order.
Among the new ghosts who came recently, they brought this news, but he actually didn't care too much.
There have always been troubles. Without disputes, how could billions of ghosts become stronger just by practicing in the moonlight? But this time, there was obviously an accident. Among the billions of ghosts, a very special big ghost was born. Listen.
It's still the right path to take.
But this is not important. None of the members of the ghost clan can escape the control of the ghost banner. If this big ghost can grow up and command hundreds of millions of ghosts, that would be a good thing.
They mobilized their troops frantically here, preparing for a big fight and picking peaches.
On the other side, in a world with no sun and only a silver moon, Han Anming has led the big ghosts to integrate a considerable amount of power.
At the same time, Zhang Zhengyi also met Bie Biezi. Bie Biezi did not want to go to a safe world. He was waiting for another place to shine and continue to be a high-level undercover agent.
The person who gave him the information was right, Taihao was gone, and Taiwei and Taiyi were still there.
Zhang Zhengyi quietly returned to Dahuang, and Meng Yi and Marry Yi listened to what happened here.
However, as they listened, their expressions became a little weird.
They are still here preparing for war, now tell them that Taihao is dead, and the top ten priests are also dead...
"Justice, say it again." Meng Yi was a little confused.
"I've said it a thousand times, and it's the same thing. I don't know where Senior Brother Qin got this boss. He's the strongest among all the people I've ever seen. Taihao must be dead, but he's not dead. My Senior Brother
How can I have free time to start exploring the ruins?"
After being silent for a long time, Wedding Yi sighed quietly.
"I still haven't been able to help at all."
When Zhang Zhengyi left, the wedding dress waved his hand, and the scene under the sacred tree appeared in front of him.
She pointed at the bridge built by Qin Yang. The power fluctuations on the bridge continued to overflow, indicating that large groups of people were constantly crossing the bridge to go to the Taihao world.
"The men of Emperor Fengdu have already begun to seize Qin Yang's victory."
Meng Yi shook his head, he understood the meaning of Marry Yi's words.
"I think Qin Yang might not care..."
"Qin Yang doesn't care, and we can't let others snatch it." Wedding Dress pointed at the bridge, from one side of Taihao World to the other side: "It's time to start. They are going to seize Qin Yang's victory, so I will do it first.
Cut off their escape route and take away their world."