Chapter 851: Revisiting the Old Place

"No matter who the two sides are, they are not allowed to send out Martial Emperor-level masters, and they are not allowed to have Martial Emperor on this plane. If a battle breaks out, both sides are not allowed to send Martial Emperor down. Whoever takes this sky will be his. But the agreement must continue to be fulfilled.”

Xiao Chen couldn't help laughing for a while after hearing this. When he was still in the monster forest of Mohe City and only in the realm of warriors, he still had certain illusions about the protection of the Three Sacred Lands.

Now that I think about it, it's really naive, what a catastrophe, but the two big figures have agreed on a trick, and all living beings are at the mercy of others like chess pieces.

Only by mastering absolute strength and jumping out of this chess game, can one be qualified to grasp one's own destiny and see clearly the essence of this world.

"However, I don't know why the Martial God Palace and the Demon Realm reached this agreement. It involves the allusion of the destruction of the Dragon Gate ten thousand years ago."

Elder Feng continued, obviously saying these words, he didn't know that Xiao Chen had already admitted his identity as the descendant of the Qing Emperor in Kunlun.

Xiao Chen smiled, didn't pick up the topic, got up and said: "Thank you, Mr. Feng, for your hospitality. I'm going to go to the Emperor's Tomb, so I'll take my leave first!"

Mr. Feng was not surprised by this, and he was absolutely assured of Xiao Chen's strength. Now that the Martial Emperor of the Sky is not here, he really can't think of how many people can stop him.

"Hehe, then I won't give it away. If I don't want to sit in the sect, I would like to see this excitement."

After leaving the Haotian School, Xiao Chen used the Thunder Dragon Step, stepping out with one step, the space would not be torn apart in an instant. Compared with the spatial structure of the Kunlun Realm, the Sky Realm is like paper, and Xiao Chen fell into the void all at once.

The whole person is moving forward in the space like lightning, opening a gap from time to time to see where he is going.

In just two hours, Xiao Chen crossed directly over the Qianlong Lake in the deserted city from the Great Jin Kingdom, and the speed of his advance was unstoppable in the void, which was astonishingly fast.

Rumble!

The scene in front of me was a bit scary. Above Qianlong Lake, black thunderclouds gathered for thousands of miles, and thunderbolts as thick as buckets fell crazily towards Qianlong Lake.

The waves rolled, the color of the sky and the earth changed, the void was easily torn apart by the lightning, the lake water splashed everywhere, and the originally flat lake surface was ravaged terribly.

Xiao Chen frowned slightly, looking at the falling thunder and lightning, if it fell on him, he would not be able to bear it, it seems that this ice dragon is really a bit ominous this time.

With a flash of brilliance, Xiao Chen fell directly into the lake, avoiding the thunder and lightning, and fell towards the tomb of the Emperor below.

When he fell into the middle of the lake, a man on the shore wearing a long sword and wearing a Tianwu imperial robe showed a look of surprise, and murmured, why did he come back at this time.

The world under the water is unique, Xiao Chen stopped in the sky, and did not rush to the ground, only to see the thunderbolts falling into the cold pool next to the tomb of the Emperor of Heaven.

The shrill and old roar sounded continuously from inside, causing the eardrums to tremble, and I felt a sense of sadness in my heart for no reason.

This is not like a peerless strong man who is fighting against the sky, with endless vigor and heroism, but more like an old man who has lived for a long time, lingering on his last breath, telling the last unwillingness in his heart.

In that voice, there is an unspeakable obsession, an inexplicable sadness, and a moving emotion, which cannot be understood by anyone who is not a confidant.

There is reincarnation in the world, no matter what kind of creature you are or how strong you are, you will inevitably die in the end.

The way of heaven is like a sword, hanging above the heads of the boundless sentient beings, no one can smash the sword with a fist.

It seems that what Feng Lao said is correct, this ice dragon has lived for too long, from the beginning of the Tianwu Dynasty to the present, it has been more than 20,000 years.

The luck has been exhausted, and it is almost impossible to cross the catastrophe and become a true ice dragon at this time.

Looking forward, at the end of the line of sight, there are many figures standing in a row, with extremely excited expressions in their eyes, obviously they also know it.

This old dragon stayed here for an unknown amount of time, causing many people with unruly intentions to return home. Today is finally going to the west.

What kind of secrets are hidden in the cemetery of the first Emperor Tianwu is finally about to be revealed.

Like these people, Xiao Chen was very curious about the tomb of the first Emperor Tianwu, with infinite expectations in his heart.

But when I came here, I was moved for no reason when I heard the mournful roar of the old dragon. It means that if you are not a confidant, you cannot understand it.

Xiao Chen didn't know if he was a confidant or not, but he could understand that there was a kind of helplessness contained in the mournful roar.

What helplessness?

It was an agreement with the first Emperor Tianwu, and he felt helpless because he could not fulfill it. He has seen through everything in the world, standing on the top of the sky, but in the end he still has no choice but to escape death.

I still have obsessions in my heart, with countless clues, and I can't let go, I can't let go of the tomb of the first Emperor Tianwu.

Nothing to do, nothing to do, nothing to do!

The rumbling thunder turned into ferocious lightning, splitting the sky, tearing apart the void, and falling mercilessly into the cold pool.

Looking up, there are dozens of Martial Saints standing in a forest on that side, all of them are extremely excited, jumping up and down tightly, not daring to kick a word.

Xiao Chen's eyes moved back and forth between the cold pool and the distance, he shook his head slightly, and his figure gradually disappeared. He lost interest in the tomb of the Heavenly Emperor for no reason.

I really don't want to blaspheme, an old dragon, guarding the obsession for 20,000 years.

Just when he quietly disappeared and just entered the lake, hundreds of purple lightning bolts gathered together and turned into a golden lightning bolt.

It was as straight as a javelin, coming from the sky, and before it landed, the whole space trembled violently.

Countless jet-black cracks spread out in all directions from where the lightning fell like spider webs, and the entire space seemed to be shattered.

Kacha Kacha, the cracks were like tentacles, stretched out to Xiao Chen, but was blocked by an invisible force, unable to move forward at all.

"This old dragon, it's over!"

Without even looking at the scary crack in front of him, Xiao Chen looked at the cold pool and sighed softly.

boom!

The golden thunder light fell into the cold pool in an instant, and the fierce roar stopped abruptly. Qianlong Lake finally returned to calm. In the silence, a great destruction happened quietly.

After a while, the cold pool blows out streaks of green brilliance, as beautiful as feather insects in summer.

The light spot fell on the ground, and on the desolate land next to the tomb of the Emperor of Heaven, lush green flowers and plants grew immediately. Suddenly, this barren land was full of vitality.

The old dragon is dead, and its long life essence is rapidly dissipating, making everyone see a miraculous picture.

The flowers and plants on the ground grew wildly, and in this deep place, a large world full of aura and dazzling flowers and plants grew.

While everyone was amazed at this wonderful scene, a dragon pillar floated out of the cold pool, its brilliance was magnificent, it was as bright as the sun, and it hurt people's eyes for a while.

Around the tomb of the Emperor of Heaven, everyone's complexion changed drastically, and they felt a force that would destroy the world, and it seemed that the entire deserted city would be blown into ruins.

"No, this old dragon is restless when it is about to die. It wants to blow up the entire deserted city and completely bury the heaven and earth curtain."

"It's over, I can't escape, the surrounding space is blocked by this energy, and I can't get out at all."

The martial saints who soared up one by one, but came back against the wall, and now they were really impatient, their faces were ashen, and endless despair gushed out of their hearts.

But after waiting for a long time, they found that the dragon ball mysteriously disappeared, and the energy that blocked the space also disappeared invisible.

"I was taken aback. It turned out to be a feint."

"I just said, this old dragon was half-dead by lightning, how could he still have the strength to play this trick."

Sifang Martial Saints breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, and once again looked at the Emperor's tomb, the despair on his face was gone, replaced by endless fanaticism.

Whizzing!

The figure flickered, one by one scrambling to fly towards the Heavenly Emperor's Curtain, but just when a group of people were about to arrive around the Heavenly Emperor's Tomb.

Lightning flashed, and a white figure suddenly hung above the tomb.

"Everyone, please go back, this Heavenly Emperor's Tomb is not something you can open."

The white figure that appeared suddenly surprised everyone. The number of martial saints in the sky world is limited, and everyone in this circle will know each other.

Even if he didn't know each other, he would at least have heard of the other party's name, so he wouldn't be completely ignorant, but he had never heard of such a young Martial Saint, and his cultivation was still unfathomable.

"Where did you come from, can you tell me your name?"

The Patriarch of the Li Family, the Eight Great Families of the State of Jin, saw Xiao Chen and asked.

Xiao Chen was taken aback for a moment, but after more than two years, it was strange that he could not even recognize himself.

In fact, he himself did not know that it was not Xiao Chen's appearance that had changed in the Kunlun Realm for more than two years, but his temperament had undergone earth-shaking changes.

The white-robed swordsman in the sky world is low-key and introverted, hiding his edge, calm on the outside, and proud on the inside.

The Xiao Chen at this moment is reckless and has the blood of an emperor and overlord. Invisibly, it affects his aura. At a glance, it looks like a peerless sword, with brilliance and dazzling brilliance.

His appearance is unparalleled, but his heart is as calm as water. It just happened a big change from before. In addition, many people have never seen him with their own eyes, so it is normal for them not to recognize him.

Only Patriarch Bai and Patriarch Sima Hong had puzzled looks in their eyes, and they felt a little familiar.

But it was still impossible to connect Xiao Chen, whose temperament had changed drastically, with the white-robed swordsman from before. And I don't want to believe that in just two years, a Martial Emperor can transform into a Martial Saint, it's too amazing to say it.

Xiao Chen smiled slightly, saw dozens of martial saints in front of him, and said: "My surname is Xiao, my name is Chen, Caotou Xiao, and my name is Chen. You should have heard of my name."

"I remember some people, but they have fought against me personally. Why, after only two years, have you forgotten the existence of Xiao?"