"He is the number one divine general of the Panxuesha Clan five thousand years ago, Mo Wubian!"
Li Xuanxuan took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "It is rumored that this person has only been practicing for a few years, but he has already reached the realm of the Great Venerable. He has risen to the top and is invincible in the world. His qualifications are earth-shattering, and in the end he broke through the world.
With the restraint of shackles, I went up against the sky, attained the eternal throne, and was revered as Mo Emperor by all the spirits of future generations!"
Mentioning the name of Mo Bian, the entire void froze.
Everyone was silent, but Xia Mang frowned and said to himself: "Isn't he the Pan-Blooded Tsar? How did he become Mo Emperor? Or...Mo Wudi is the so-called Pan-Blooded Tsar?"
He glanced at the inexplicably excited goddess and fell into deep thought, but he did not notice that the clear eyes of Yun Xiandie behind him also had a strange luster.
"The undefeated throne is a symbol of invincibility!"
Mofutu said solemnly: "According to records, Mo Bianbian reached an unimaginable state in his later life, almost comparable to the eight ancient emperors of our Langya ancient city. It is for this reason that later generations called him
Emperor Mo, his cultivation is so powerful that he has surpassed the limits of human beings..."
There are eight emperors in the ancient city of Langya who control the eight ancient treasures. The "Buddha Tower" in the Buddha Hall is the fourth ancient treasure.
"If Mo Wubian is so powerful, why did he only live for three thousand years? To reach his realm, he must have a long life..." Xia Mang said to himself.
Mo Wubian was a great man eight thousand years ago. He died five thousand years ago, which means he lived for three thousand years. In the human world, even if he became a great venerable person, his lifespan would only be a thousand years. But since Mo Wubian can prove
To obtain the position of the Eternal Throne, his cultivation must be extremely terrifying. Logically speaking, it is impossible for him to live for only three thousand years.
"There are rumors that he encountered a great enemy and died in battle." Yin Luo said: "There are also rumors that he went through various wars in his life and burned his longevity and blood essence many times, resulting in a sudden decrease in his lifespan.
And died young..."
Xia Mang thought about it, and he felt that there must be a huge hidden secret in it.
"Since the Bronze Throne is not destroyed, Mo Wudi is probably still alive."
Xia Mang glanced around, his eyes like magic lamps, and finally he fixed his gaze on the mirror-flat lake and said to himself: "Have you lived for three thousand years... Well, I just don't know where the boundless immortal true body is.
where?"
The rest of the people were also looking around, searching.
"His true body is naturally on the bronze throne." The goddess glanced at Xia Mang and suddenly said quietly.
Everyone was stunned. The bronze throne was hanging in the air and empty. Where could Mo Wubian's true body be?
"You should be punished for your nonsense!" Mofutu glanced at the goddess with cold eyes.
The expressions of the others also turned cold. Apparently, they all believed that the goddess was telling lies and wanted to use this to confuse their minds.
"Really...someone!"
Suddenly, Mahaji screamed. He stared at the bronze throne with a look of horror on his face, and shouted in panic: "There is really a person on the bronze throne?!"
Everyone was shocked and quickly took a closer look.
At this time, on the bronze throne, there was actually a figure. He was sitting upright, with his hair disheveled, his face full of vicissitudes of life, his eyes half open and half closed, dark and dead, empty and lifeless.
It's like it's just a body, without spirit, will, and no real spirit!
Everyone was horrified and looked ahead.
At this moment, there was a man sitting on the throne. He was wearing a long black gold dress, with messy gray hair. His whole person was filled with an aura of decay, but he was towering and deep, like a serious statue.
Sleeping gods.
Ancient, heavy and powerful.
His face was expressionless and his eyes were empty, as if his true spirit had been lost long ago, leaving only a shell, his spiritual consciousness was gone, and his soul was ruined.
It only has its own form, but no “true God”!
But just sitting there, he felt like a divine mountain pressing down on the sky, with a world-shattering aura, strange and terrifying.
The power of Huanghuang shocked all directions!
"who is he?"
Everyone was horrified. The Eternal Throne had been empty before, so why did a mysterious man suddenly appear? This scene was so weird that it made everyone tremble.
"Could it be... that he is Mo Huang Mo Wu Bian?" Mohajie's whole body trembled, his pupils shrank to a small dot, he was extremely frightened.
Mo Futu, Li Xuanxuan, Han Yang and others looked at each other with heavy expressions. Obviously they all knew that this mysterious person was probably Mo Wubian!
The legendary number one god general of the Panxuesha Clan for five thousand years, Mo Huang Mo Wu Bian!
This is a figure who once illuminated an era. His magic power shook the world, and he was boundlessly powerful. He once roared proudly over the mountains and rivers, and had no enemies in the world!
"The former Emperor Mo, his true form is actually not destroyed, and he is hiding here... Well, where exactly is this place?"
"The Bronze Throne still exists, and the real body of Emperor Mo still exists. If this matter is spread, it will definitely shake the world!"
"A generation of heroes cannot be destroyed by heaven or buried by the earth. He is indeed a truly transcendent figure who astonished an era!"
…
Everyone was extremely shocked. Mo Wubian was not dead. This could definitely be called a major earthquake. It must have caused quite a ripple in the world, not to mention the human world.
The number one divine general was a supreme hero who could dominate an era! Five thousand years ago, he not only ruled the world, he even reached the sky and punched a big hole in the sky!
"Mo Wu Bian..."
Xia Mang also stared at the man on the bronze throne and said to himself: "Is it true that he is still alive? Where is this place and why is his immortal body hidden here?"
If a person like Mo Wudi were to die, his blood would naturally be sprinkled in the sky, and the world would be filled with graves to bury his broken body. But if he is half alive and half dead, wandering on the edge of life and death, he will inevitably find an extraordinary place to fall silent.
Recuperate and recuperate.
The Bronze Throne and Mo Bian's true body are both here, so this cave must be extraordinary.
"This is the Panlong Cave!" the goddess suddenly said, looking at Xia Mang with strange and incomprehensible eyes.
Not far away, deep in the clear eyes of the Cloud Fairy Butterfly, there was also a strange light flickering.
"Panlong Cave?" Xia Mang was startled.
"There is an infinite land in the human world. Heavenly dragons guard the pond. Life and death are like Nirvana. Rainbows shine through the sun!"
The goddess stared at Xia Mang and said in a faint tone, "Panlong Cave, a place where life and death are worry-free, is also the place where the Dragon Emperor's final transformation and nirvana takes place!"
Dragon Emperor!
Everyone's expression changed. The Dragon Emperor was also a legendary figure. He was a great hero and even a strong man in the mythical era. He was known as the Lord of All Spirits, and he also aspired to the throne of the Nine Heavens!
What kind of mystery does the place of his ultimate nirvana and transformation contain? There must be a big plan for Mo Bianjiu to occupy the magpie's nest!
"Is he still alive?" Xia Mang asked, and the others stared at the goddess with burning eyes.
"The thin line between life and death." The goddess sighed.
"Another figure who rebels against yin and yang..." Xia Mang narrowed his eyes and said, "You want to save him?"
The goddess nodded.
"How to save?" Xia Mang frowned. People like this have been wandering on the edge of life and death for thousands of years. If they could wake up, they would have woken up long ago. Why do others need to save them?
"The power of the evil moon, the immortal dragon spirit!" The goddess stared at Xia Mang, her eyes became cold again, and she said coldly: "And your Daxia royal bloodline!"
Xia Mang's eyes suddenly became extremely cold, and he smiled and said: "You still dare to take my idea, aren't you afraid that the gain will outweigh the loss if there is no return?"