Chapter 1472 Kunlun Ruins

Although Su Zimo and Fairy Ji hid in the library and used their divine senses, they could still sense the scene outside.

The two looked at each other and could see the shock in each other's eyes!

The power of the Mahayana realm has completely surpassed other realms!

Below the Golden Core Realm, most of them fought with close combat and spiritual techniques.

Above the Golden Core Realm, there are many more methods, such as spells, secret techniques, heaven and earth laws, primordial spirits, and so on.

And for the ancestors of Mahayana, the most powerful thing is divine power!

The supernatural power is also the biggest sign that distinguishes it from the ancestral realm powerhouse and the fit power!

The magical power that the old storyteller unleashed at will, it seems nothing, but the power is extremely terrifying.

Even the ancestors of the blood vines were torn into a blood mist!

"It's alright, you come out."

Just when Su Zimo and the two were thinking wildly, the voice of the old storyteller sounded, and the door of the library hall opened in response.

"Thank you senior for helping me."

Su Zimo came to the old storyteller and bowed deeply.

"fine."

The old storyteller shook his head slightly, but there was still a hint of worry in his eyebrows.

Su Zimo's heart moved, vaguely guessed something, and asked tentatively: "Senior, Xuanji Palace has no way to resolve the killing order on me, right?"

"Um."

The old storyteller didn't hide it and nodded.

Su Zimo suddenly recalled the scene when the ancestor of blood transport came to the outside of Xuanji Palace, and the ancestor of blood transport didn't seem to be sure that he was in Xuanji Palace!

At this moment, I only heard the old man explain: "Seeing the execution order on you, I used a magical power to temporarily ban your breath and deceive the secret!"

Su Zimo was stunned.

After the old storyteller whispered that something was wrong, he waved his hands in front of him, and an extremely vast force filled the air, shrouding the sky above the Xuanji Palace.

It turned out that the old storyteller had already released a magical technique at that time!

The old storyteller said: "Under the cover of this magical power, even the Great Vehicle Patriarch of the Fierce Race will never find you, but..."

After a short pause, the old storyteller said: "If the emperor of the Bloodvine Clan comes, or the emperor of the Sky Eye Clan descends, I am afraid that this magical power of mine will not be able to be concealed."

Su Zimo's eyes dimmed.

On this desolate continent, the old storyteller, as an emperor, is definitely one of the most powerful monks he has encountered so far.

But even the old storyteller and the Xuanji Palace couldn't do anything about it.

This means that even for other sects, such as Misty Peak and Bailian Sect, there is no other way!

Although the Heavenly Desolate Continent is huge, there is this execution order, but there is no place for him!

"so what should I do now?"

Ji Yaojing was a little anxious and asked, "Senior, you have great powers, you must have a way."

"Senior, since Xuanji Palace has nothing to do, I will leave tomorrow."

Su Zimo thought for a while, and said in a deep voice.

In all fairness, Su Zimo has no clue, nor does he know where he should go next.

But if he stays in the Xuanji Palace, there will be no benefit other than implicated in the Xuanji Palace.

"I didn't expect that the battle at Six Star Mountain actually put me in such a situation."

Su Zimo murmured in his heart.

Although he got the Wuyou Wood, he was also ordered to kill, and he would always be hunted down by the Bloodvine Clan. There was no time or place for him to refine and practice!

The end of this Qinglian real body is probably already doomed.

This is an unsolvable dead end!

The old storyteller looked at Su Zimo with deep eyes, and suddenly asked, "Do you regret it?"

"Um?"

Su Zimo was stunned for a moment, and immediately understood that the old storyteller was asking him if he regretted the battle at Six Star Mountain.

Su Zimo laughed dumbly, shook his head and said, "I don't regret it, even if I do it again, I will kill Liuxing Mountain!"

"As expected of Huangwu."

The old storyteller nodded in satisfaction and exclaimed.

"Actually, it is not impossible to break the execution order on your body and break this dead end." The old storyteller said suddenly.

Su Zimo was overjoyed, and quickly asked, "Senior please make it clear."

The old storyteller narrowed his eyes and said slowly: "There is an unknown land on this desolate continent, and even the ancestors of Mahayana and the great emperors dare not set foot there!"

"what?"

Su Zimo asked, "Don't the emperors of the major vicious clans dare to set foot there?"

"There is a forbidden place for the major murderous clans!"

The old storyteller speaks amazingly.

In the realm of self-cultivation, there is a saying that the nine forbidden places of the human race are actually the habitats of the nine fierce races.

But now, for the first time, Su Zimo heard that there is actually a place on the Heavenly Desolate Continent.

"Senior, do you mean there..."

Fairy Ji seemed to have thought of something, and subconsciously looked towards the west.

"good."

The old storyteller nodded and said, "The land of the extreme west, Kunlun Ruins!"

"Kunlun Ruins."

Su Zimo murmured softly.

The name was extremely unfamiliar to him.

"What exactly is there?"

Su Zimo couldn't help but ask.

"No one knows what's there, what's there."

The old storyteller shook his head and said, "But one thing is certain, that is the final battlefield of the Primordial War!"

The ancient battle!

Su Zimo was shocked.

The old storyteller said solemnly: "To be precise, the place was originally called Kunlun, but it was called Kunlun Ruins by later generations because of an earth-shattering battle that turned it into a huge ruin."

"According to legend, in the battle of the ancient times, the forbidden dragon and phoenix, the forbidden Kunpeng, led the eight fierce races, and countless races attacked Kunlun, and fought against the ten thousand races led by the forbidden."

"Huh? Wait!"

Su Zimo's heart moved, and suddenly asked: "Senior, should it be the nine fierce races?"

The old storyteller shook his head and said, "According to the records of Patriarch Linglong, at the beginning of the Primordial Age, it seemed that there were only eight fierce races."

"The Protoss only appeared in the late period of the Primordial Age. During the Primordial War, it was not yet a climate."

Su Zimo frowned slightly.

For some reason, he always felt that there seemed to be something unusual hidden in it, but for a while, he couldn't understand it and had no clue.

The ancient battle narrated by the storyteller was somewhat different from that of the chief elder of the candle dragon clan.

After all, it was in the primeval years.

Don't say that the battle has been around for eternity, even if it was the tribulation of ten thousand demons and the tribulation of the stars 20,000 to 30,000 years ago, it would be difficult to know the truth.

The only certainty is that the battle of the ancient times is indeed extremely tragic, much more tragic than the battle between the human race and the nine fierce races in the ancient times!

Countless races have been killed to the verge of extinction in the Battle of Primordial Ancients!

The three taboos were indeed all dead in that battle!

The nine fierce clans suffered greatly because of this.

Primordial times, thus ended.

Then, it entered the ancient times, the human race took advantage of the situation to rise, the cultivation civilization gradually prospered, ushered in a glorious and prosperous age, and finally broke out the ancient battle with the nine fierce clans.