Chapter 1067: The Source of Despair

The light in the field suddenly became extremely dazzling, but it was a group of sunbirds, and Chu Yang Fu Hongyao and his party from the Zhoutian Star Palace appeared here.

A flower boat, full of young women in revealing clothes, flew from afar with laughter and laughter.

On the bow of the boat, a beautiful woman with a glamorous and charming color that can sweep away the world stands gracefully.

Her clothes don't show any traces of spring, but her exquisite figure, plump figure, and stunning appearance make her look more attractive than any woman on the flower boat.

It was Susu, the holy girl of the Yin and Yang Cave, as soon as she appeared, more than 80% of the men in the Quartet couldn't help looking over her.

Tong Susu smiled, and for a moment, many warriors with low concentration felt that their souls were about to be lost.

But the next group of people immediately turned their eyes away.

A group of monsters from Wan Yao Island stood on the statue not far away, watching the two people fighting with interest.

Mu Qingyun and Yan Shisan were on the list, but the most eye-catching one was a handsome man wrapped in animal skins.

"Di Xinhan, who has a celestial spirit body in Wan Yao Island, has left the level!"

The Heavenly Spirit Physique is a legendary physique, much higher than that of Lei Yan's War Physique.

The two people on the square saw that there were more and more people onlookers, they each exchanged one move and then stopped fighting.

The man in red stood proudly, looked at Di Xinhan and said, "You guys have also left the customs. When will the big demon from Wanyao Island arrive, Di Xinhan, you should know!"

The Holy Son of the Five Poisons Sect asked the most wanted questions for everyone.

Di Xinhan curled his lips and smiled, "Don't ask me, these seniors stopped being on Wan Yao Island half a year ago, and Wan Yao Island has no power to restrict them."

Di Xinhan is a descendant of the Wanfa Demon King, but he has no way of knowing that the news that the great demon arrived on time is unexpected.

Whoosh!

At this moment, everyone's expressions changed, and the air of despair in all directions roared like a gust of wind, sweeping towards a certain direction at the same time.

"This is, this is someone who has found the source of despair!"

The steady stream of despair turned into a hurricane and swept towards the west of the city.

On the square, everyone could clearly feel that the air of despair receded little by little until it disappeared.

On the golden chariot, Yi Ling's eyes brightened, and said: "The source of despair, it seems that someone has really found it. Looking at this direction, it is actually within the sword mound. I don't know who found it."

Sword Tomb, a well-known relic in Despair City, an ancient treasure land, with more than 10,000 swords stuck in a disorderly manner.

There are famous swords, broken swords, treasured swords, and even heavenly weapons.

It's just that no matter what, a person can only draw once in the sword mound, and he also has to face the spirit of joining forces with other long swords.

Thousands of long swords vibrated in unison, and the combined sword energy could injure even Emperor Zhun, extremely dangerous.

And after you have been there once, the sword mound will remember your aura. Next time you have not drawn your sword, as long as you get close, you will be attacked by the sword mound.

In the city of despair, there are some swordsmen who come here because of their fame. Come here? Come here for luck.

If you are lucky, you can draw out a sword and get hit by Emperor Zhun, it will be worth it.

But in the sword mound, most of the swords of any quality were unlucky, and suffered the blow of Zhundi in vain, and even drew a broken sword.

Therefore, although Jianzhong is famous, there are not many patrons.

The source of despair, hidden in such a well-known place, does have the intention of the son-in-law.

Yue Bingyun was thoughtful, she knew the news about Xiao Chen in Despair City.

The person who found the source of despair, the first thing she thought of was Xiao Chen, and Yi Ling looked at each other, obviously they both guessed the same in their minds.

Whoosh whoosh!

The figures were scorching, the major immortal holy places, and other arrogances all coincided with each other, rushing towards the sword mound without saying a word.

The big monster hasn't arrived, the big man hasn't come, what attracts the most attention in the city of despair, of course it is the source of despair.

For thousands of years, countless people have to go to find the treasure that can't be found, and it will be seen again, how can it not make people's hearts move.

"Let's go, let's go and have a look too!" Yiling's golden chariot was a step behind, but the speed was not slow, and it was closely following the large army.

Both guessed that it was Xiao Chen who found the source of despair, but in fact they guessed wrong.

In a dilapidated palace, Xiao Chen was looking at the murals on the wall with great interest. The murals were beautiful, and they were telling a grand scene of a fairy banquet.

The place of the banquet should be in the city of despair, there are many characters on the murals, Xiao Chen observed carefully.

In addition to seeing a lot of monks wearing Sichuan robes, there are also many bald monks and Confucian scholars.

The three schools of Buddhism, Taoism and Confucianism all talk happily together, tasting tea and discussing Taoism, and their speech and behavior seem to be casual, but they are actually fighting secretly.

On some of the most complete murals, golden lotuses grow under the monk's feet, and between the mouths, the Buddhist holy voice turns into colorful ceiling flowers, and golden flowers grow all over the place when he speaks the Dharma.

A man with the appearance of a Confucian scholar, waving his folding fan lightly, his eyes are shining, the charm is like light, rolling in the eyes, shining brightly, that's what he said.

As the folding fan swayed gently, famous Confucian sayings were spoken, right and wrong, in an orderly manner, and the golden flowers transformed by the monk's Buddhist voice were in direct confrontation.

Let the golden flower fluctuate up and down according to his right and wrong principles, creating a wonderful scene.

A monk in Taoist robes walks in the middle. [,! ], with a smile on his face, kept silent, neither opened his mouth **, nor reasoned.

But in the dark, it gives people a kind of arrogance that the Dao is silent, the Dao is silent, the Dao is him, and he is the Dao.

That's right, what this person said in one word made Xiao Chen feel like two words domineering!

The Era of Immortal Dao seems to be a very interesting era. Buddhism, Taoism and Confucianism coexisted, and all saints competed. It must have been a very lively era.

Now the immortal way collapses, reincarnation does not exist, immortals do not exist, and martial luck is prosperous.

In the era of Martial Dao, the Buddhist school still had its inheritance inherited by the descendants, and it was destroyed by Emperor Qing ten thousand years ago.

The Confucian school has always been there, and today's Fu Academy is the orthodox Confucian school, and the martial arts and skills in the school are all transformed from the Confucian fairy art.

It's just that the prestige is not as good as before, and it can reach the situation of three parts of the world, and the inheritance in the sect is all sorted out and searched by later generations, which is not complete.

If there is a day when you are free, it would be a pleasure to wander around the ancient sites and explore the secrets of the Immortal Era.

After reading the murals, Xiao Chen sighed in his heart, the Immortal Era must be a more magnificent era.

The world, by no means, is limited to Kunlun.

And no one would ask the slightly sad question that after the Supreme, there is still a Martial God.

All realms, supernatural power inheritance, are extremely complete.

Frowning, Xiao Chen obviously felt the fluctuation of despair in the space, looked west of the city, and muttered to himself: "The source of despair was found first!"

Taking out the map, Xiao Chen compared it with his fingers, and clicked on the location of the Sword Tomb in the west of the city.

It's actually in the Sword Tomb, but if you think about it seriously, it's very possible.

In the Sword Tomb, there are quite a lot of long swords, and the long sword refined by the Throne of Despair is hidden in it. After setting up a large formation below, among the piles of long swords of varying quality, it is indeed difficult for outsiders to find them.

This time, for unknown reasons, someone found the sword.

If Xiao Chen's guess is right, there is a good chance that it is a coincidence that someone accidentally touched the hidden sword.

One in ten thousand chance, this chance is really small and pitiful, no wonder no one has found the source of despair for so many years.

With a thought in Xiao Chen's mind, four little birds transformed from star beads turned into streamers of light and flew towards them quickly, and the reincarnation flag unfolded.

With a shield of light, the star beads were collected in it.

The source has been discovered, killing, dying, destroying, mourning these few star beads, naturally no longer have any effect.

Although it was a bit of a surprise, I was taken a step ahead, but it doesn't matter, the big monster has not arrived, and the big man is not here.

When Emperor Wu came out, Xiao Chen had the confidence to grab the source of despair.

After leaving this city of despair, he stood in the sea and took the crown of the Shanghai Emperor. In the domain, Xiao Cheng's quasi-emperors came and died one by one, without even a chance to escape.

No matter how many people there are, the quasi-emperor of Dacheng, if he wants to compete with him, he has to weigh the consequences.

With the realm displayed by the Sea Emperor Throne, the huge gap between him and Dacheng Zhundi should be narrowed a lot.

In a duel, even if you lose a little, you can seriously injure the opponent and pay a heavy price.

Only Zhundi, who is at the peak of Dzogchen, is a bit tricky, but as long as you don't come out four or five at once, and leave calmly, there is no difficulty at all.

The Throne of Despair must belong to him, and no one can block it.

A look of domineering domineering flashed in his eyes, Xiao Chen put on the emperor's scarf, tiptoed, and walked towards the sword mound.

The body is like a dragon, while swinging, retreating wind and clouds.

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In Jianzhong, the despair gathered at this time has already condensed into substance, turning into a black hurricane, howling back and forth in the air.

When all the Tianjiao arrived, they all took a deep breath when they saw the black hurricane.

If you are swept by this hurricane, I am afraid that it will be very uncomfortable, or you will fall into a deep illusion and cannot extricate yourself.

On the wasteland full of long swords, three monks in Sichuan robes looked at Tianjiao who had rushed over, and all showed wry smiles.

It's only been a long time, just by chance, I found the sword containing the source of despair, resisted several waves of sword attacks, and was surrounded by such a large group of people.

And one by one, their backgrounds are scary and difficult to deal with.

"Who am I? It turns out that I'm from Penglai Xianhai. After finding the source of despair, why don't you hurry away? You can take this treasure away?"

The red-clothed holy son of the Five Poisons Sect said unceremoniously.

The monks on both sides were all angry, but the white-robed monk with a calm face in the middle said calmly: "Five Poison Sect? If I remember correctly, the leader of the Five Poison Sect did not become a king before he became a king. Enter the body, go deep into the blood, if not for the help of the master, I would have died already."

The young man in red looked shocked, and said in surprise: "Your master is Yunchen Xianzun!"

The white-robed monk smiled and said, "It's my master, I'm his third apprentice, Gongshan Yu."