Chapter 1470 Inheritance in the Present World
Zhou Mian... No, Zhou Mian is already dead. To be precise, it should be Long Heming who was resurrected from the corpse.
It stood up slowly, as if it was still a little uncomfortable with the new body at the moment, and its body was constantly twisted into a very strange arc, as if it was moving its body.
But those empty eyes swept over everyone on the opposite side, making everyone present feel a chill.
Finally, its eyes fixed on Ye Tian, and it uttered the familiar Long Heming's hoarse voice:
"You are strong, decisive enough, and ruthless enough. Unfortunately, it's still not enough to deal with me!"
The injury on Ye Tian's shoulder was bandaged hastily by Nan Xueyi, she also stood up and said:
"If I can kill you once, I will naturally be able to kill you a second time. If you can be resurrected a few times like this, then I can kill you a few times!"
Ye Tian has gone through countless calamities and baptisms. He has seen many such things that can be regenerated. In the end, there is a way to crack them, so there is no worry.
There was a look of madness in Long Heming's empty eyes:
"No, you have no chance!" After saying that, Long Heming lightly clasped his palms together and built a bridge of meaning.
Just now, because Ye Tian pinched the head of the body in front of him, even the ten or so black-robed monks in the questioning stage seemed to lose control, and they froze in place, motionless.
Following Long Heming's actions at this time, these black-robed monks moved again, but they did not attack the monks here, but turned to face the back. The blood-red light has become weaker and weaker under the suppression of the stars in the sky. Fly to the huge palace!
Longhe Mingshu said:
"Every time the Abyss of Sin is opened, countless monks will enter here because of the greed in their hearts. Only a small number of lucky people can successfully get out. Most of the remaining monks cannot leave after the end of three months. I catch."
"Only the Daoist period can retain some spiritual wisdom under the black mist, and only the strength of the monks in the Daoist period can be admired, so I kept these guys."
"As for the others, they were all killed by me and thrown into this palace!"
"My understanding of evil far exceeds that of any other person, and the accumulation in it is far beyond your imagination."
"From the beginning, in this abyss of evil, I wanted to kill a person, and I never missed it!"
Ye Tian frowned and asked:
"So who are you?"
"People?" Long Heming let out a sneer full of jealousy and contempt, and said:
"I am God!"
"I am the incarnation of this black mist, and I am the source of the terror of this abyss of evil!"
Following Long Heming's few words, the sound of the grand fan music that seemed to have been echoing over the cemetery of the gods suddenly became much louder, roaring angrily!
"I understand!" Ye Tian said slowly: "I understand the secret of the cemetery of the gods."
"This cemetery of the gods is not only a place to bury the gods!"
"The strong man from ancient times was buried here to suppress a guy like you!"
"These rock palaces engraved with runes, including those huge bridges I have seen before, solid towers tied with iron chains, and altars engraved with runes. They are all designed to suppress your buildings."
"For countless tens of thousands of years, these suppressions have loosened a bit. You escaped, but you can only exist in such a strange state."
"You convinced Zhou Mian to believe your words with your own understanding of the abyss of evil, and you used the inheritance of the immortal way to trick Zhou Mian into your use. Your purpose is only to unravel the suppression and release the real you!"
"You are indeed strong enough and evil enough. There were so many strong people in ancient times, but they couldn't eliminate you, they could only suppress you. In the end, they couldn't suppress you, allowing existences like you to escape. Let this It should be full of sacred cemeteries of the gods, filled with evil and terrifying black mist, shrouded in the shrill and desperate 'Devil May Cry', and turned into a Jedi full of crisis and death!"
"Before, I entered the tomb of an ancient strongman named Yuandu Zhanzun. There was a game of chess in his cave, which was an endgame."
Ye Tian sighed, and continued: "I thought that chess game was actually a sand table, but at the time I didn't know what his chess game sand table was simulating, but now I know."
"The white chess pieces in that chess game represent those powerhouses who are buried here, and the black chess pieces represent those who are suppressed below! Although the chess game is not over, the white chess pieces are exhausted, and the black chess pieces are sure to win. This chess game is to describe the situation of both of you at that time."
Ye Tian raised his head slightly, looked at the giant black shadow that seemed to be moving endlessly in the distance, and said:
"What kind of a picture should it have been at that time?"
"The sky and the earth were dark, the continents were shaking, the sun, the moon, and the stars appeared in the sky at the same time. Countless peerless powerhouses who surpassed the rank of immortals fought together, but they were still defeated. Countless powerhouses who even surrendered to the sky fell in front of them. In desperation, I can only suppress it forcibly at my own expense!"
Through Long Heming's words, coupled with what he had seen and heard before, Ye Tian could quickly guess the truth that was already clear at a glance.
Naturally, the other monks could also. Thinking of the scene that Ye Tian said had happened, everyone's faces were filled with expressions of infinite awe.
Facing the cruel truths one after another, they had fully reacted, thankful for Ye Tian's appearance, believed in Ye Tian, and understood that it was Ye Tian who saved them.
If Ye Tian hadn't appeared, they would have obediently given their lives, just to release guys like Long Heming from the oppression.
Hearing Ye Tian's words, Long Heming said in a hoarse voice: "Your guess is right, I am indeed to release the existence under the suppression, that is, my body. Unfortunately, all these suppressions are connected as one. "
Ye Tian nodded and said, "No wonder when you activated this palace earlier, all the palaces in the cemetery of the gods were activated."
There was some regret in Long Heming's voice: "I have planned for so many years, but I only destroyed a small part."
"But I still have a long time!"
"This time, I will use the lives of you people to destroy the palace behind. Three years later, new people will come in. I will destroy all the palaces in the end!"
While Long Heming was speaking, the ten black-robed monks under his control entered into the red light of the palace one by one.
"For so many years, those previous monks have also resisted, which caused me so much trouble, and made me feel as embarrassed as I am today. You are the first one."
"You alone can stand up to all these monks in the Daoist Period. After the end, I will keep you and endure the erosion of the black mist to become my capable subordinate."
After finishing speaking, the ten black-robed monks in the asking period had all been thrown into the huge palace.
The red light that had obviously weakened suddenly became stronger! The entire palace was once again gushed out by a strong blood-red light, completely engulfed and submerged!
The 100-foot thick beam of light also glowed again, rushing up a large distance into the sky again, pushing back the glow of red stars all over the sky.
Putting the lives of these ten black-robed monks in the asking period, the suppressed palace once again ushered in an outbreak.
Long Heming stood in front of the blood-red light, as if there was an endless sea of blood behind him, his long hair moved without wind, and the robe on his body was fluttering, making a sound of hunting.
Long Heming clasped his hands together, his handprints changed, and a ray of red light suddenly separated from the back and poured into Long Heming's body. His translucent crystal-like skin instantly seemed to be soaked in blood.
Immediately afterwards, thin lines of red light spread from under his feet. Those thin red lines seemed to be composed of countless tiny complex runes, flowing and spreading on the ground like a liquid.
In a very short time, it spread over a thousand feet. An incomparably huge red formation was formed on the ground!
Ye Tian and all other monks were also covered by this formation, but Ye Tian didn't feel any danger from this formation, so he was a little confused about what Long Heming was going to do at the moment.
At this time, a distance away from the side of the palace, a familiar milky white light suddenly rose from the ground like a fountain, rushing straight to the sky!
The people present changed their colors one after another, they were already very familiar with such a scene.
This is obviously a sign that the Tomb of God has been opened!
"Sure enough, there is a tomb of gods near every palace!" Ye Tian said: "These tombs of gods suppress the things under the palace!"
It's just that Long Heming's way of opening the tomb of God is obviously different from normal, and I don't know what consequences he will have if he does so.
Although I feel that it will not be a good thing, but I can't stop it. I can only watch those light liquids soaring into the sky, transforming into a huge phantom of a tomb in the air, and a giant black shadow stepped out from the sky. Before reaching the grave, lie down in it!
But the formation spreading out from Long Heming's body also enveloped the phantom of this huge tomb!
The state of this tomb is not right!
Long Heming's handprint changed again!
The thin blood-red lines forming the formation above the tomb began to shrink rapidly!
A huge milky white light group began to slowly rise from the ground under the traction of the thin blood-red thread.
The height of the milky white light group increased more and more, and there were thin golden lines emerging from it!
The moment the thin golden thread appeared, a pure vicissitudes of immortal energy permeated the air!
In the air, even misty fresh air began to gather around, trembling slightly and surrendering.
"Inheritance of Immortal Dao!"
"It's really the inheritance of the immortal way!?"
The monks around looked at this scene and kept exclaiming in disbelief.
This Long Heming actually relied on the nameless blood-red formation to forcibly draw out the inheritance of the immortal way without entering the tomb of the gods!
Long Heming said indifferently:
"In fact, I didn't deceive Zhou Mian. Using blood sacrifices can indeed open the tomb of the gods and forcibly obtain the inheritance of the immortal way. This is also the reason why the palace is filled with immortal energy."
Ye Tian shook his head and said, "This God's Tomb mainly exists to suppress you. If you open the tomb and use blood to lead to the inheritance of immortality, isn't it just a cocoon?"
Long He said calmly:
"I really can't absorb this immortal inheritance, but I have a way to force it into my own use, borrow the power from it, and kill you all!"
Ye Tian's expression finally changed!
His current strength is comparable to that of Long Heming, and he can be defeated only by grasping the weakness of Long Heming. If Long Heming can really borrow the immortal energy in the inheritance of the immortal way and use it for him, then the realm of strength will be restored to The peak self may still have the power to fight.
In this current state, there is absolutely no possibility of rivalry!
The immortal way in this immortal way inheritance is so vast, Ye Tian could use only a little bit, compared to a drop in the ocean, a drop in the bucket, no matter how weak Long Heming's own strength is, no matter how clumsy he is in controlling this fairy energy, this order of magnitude His downright crushing was enough for Ye Tian to easily defeat him!
As the golden color in the milky white light group became more intense, the thin red rune threads around it became tighter and tighter, binding it tightly within it!
Immediately afterwards, the rich immortal energy flowed along those blood-red thin lines, gathering in front of Long Heming!
Long Heming gently stretched out his hand, gathered the golden immortal energy into a ball, and turned it into a pale golden sword blade.
The blade slowly turned in his hand, making a slight hum, as if the surrounding space was admiring and surrendering to the sword.
He looked at the blade in his hand, his eyes were full of fascination, and said softly:
"What a powerful force! But the strength of my body is countless times stronger than this!"
"It's okay, just be patient."
"As long as I kill you, I will be one step closer to my success!"
Long Heming's eyes fell on the people in front of him, and with a light wave of his hand, the pale golden sword cut through the air silently and stabbed at the people!
On the way the sword blade flew, it seemed that there was no sound and no movement, but the people here suddenly felt a strong pressure like a mountain, covering them firmly!
This is the huge difference between Xian and Fan!
The aura filled with heaven and earth is respected by the immortal aura. In the realm below the immortal, after being attacked and locked by the immortal aura, the surrounding aura trembles and fears, and the space seems to be frozen, and it is impossible to even escape!
Earlier in the tomb of Zhan Zun in Yuandu, his huge armor once attacked Ye Tian and the others, and they could still move and escape because it was just an armor, which had no immortal energy at all. The attack relies entirely on its own power.
There is no way to avoid it now, so we have to fight with all our strength!
At this moment, hundreds of thousands of monks present all summoned and displayed their auras and spells.
Countless light waves of various colors, sword qi, and magic weapons intertwined together, and countless colorful lights flickered in the sky!