Chapter 429 The Stone Breaks the Sky, and the Palace of the Emperor Appears!

The battle for the ruins is over, and the biggest winner is Danyangmen.

After entering the ancient battlefield, there were more than 1,000 Danyang Sect disciples, and in the end, there were more than 400 people left!

Not surprisingly, these four hundred people can safely return to Danyangmen.

Xiao Ning successfully accepted the inheritance, opened the alchemy hall, and obtained countless ancient alchemy books.

Bringing these ancient books back to Danyangmen will inevitably increase the prestige and status of Danyangmen.

The next day, all the large and small sect forces, such as Danyangmen, Qianhemen, Tomb Sect, and Puppet Sect, left this place and returned to Xuantian City.

This trip to the ancient battlefield, most of the monks have achieved their goals.

In the next period of time, everyone will choose to practice in Xuantian City with peace of mind, and will not leave until the expiration of one year.

Su Zimo also began to retreat, attacking the seventh spiritual vein.

Time passed slowly, and in the blink of an eye, Su Zimo had been in the ancient battlefield for half a year.

A few days ago, he just opened the seventh spiritual vein, and his strength has increased again.

As long as he continues to practice, Su Zimo may cultivate to the peak of the Seven Veins Foundation Building before leaving the ancient battlefield.

After returning to Da Zhou and taking the Perfect Meridian Pill, he will have the opportunity to open the eighth spiritual meridian and become a foundation-building cultivator who penetrates the eight extraordinary meridians!

The connection of the eight meridians is the Great Perfection of the Foundation Establishment Realm, and it will surely become a golden elixir!

Moreover, when the golden core is condensed, there must be visions that follow each other!

Of course, this is assuming everything goes well.

The way of self-cultivation, no one can guarantee a smooth journey, and no one can predict what kind of changes will happen in the middle.

On this day, there was a sudden thunder and lightning in the sky, and a roaring sound, a palpitating, terrifying coercion, instantly descended on the ancient battlefield!

All is silent!

Time seemed to freeze.

All the creatures in the ancient battlefield, whether they are ancient relics or pure-blooded beasts, lie on the ground honestly, silent as a cicada, with endless fear in their eyes.

This is the fear from ancient times, although distant, it is deeply rooted and indelible.

All over the ancient battlefield, the descendants of the major super sects on the Tianhuang Continent appeared one after another, came to the air, looked up, and were shocked.

Countless monks woke up from the retreat and went out one after another.

In Xuantian City, whether it is Danyangmen, Qianhemen, or tomb sect, puppet sect.

At this moment, all the monks felt a sense of it, and came to the long street, on the roof, in midair, and looked into the distance.

Many monks looked horrified and stunned.

Even Liang Bo, the sealer, opened his mouth wide, and an incredible light burst out in his eyes.

In the very center of the sky, the wind and clouds suddenly change!

The dark clouds were densely covered, and the sea of ​​clouds tumbled and swirled slowly, forming a huge black cloud vortex, which was extremely shocking.

In this sea of ​​clouds, there are thunder and lightning snakes, densely packed, and in the sea of ​​clouds, a flaming sea of ​​lightning and lightning is formed.

The closer you get to the center of the whirlpool, the denser the lightning!

The thunder was rolling, and the electric light was blazing.

It seems that there is a behemoth that is about to descend from the vortex of the sea of ​​clouds!

"This is……"

Su Zimo stood in the air, looking up at the sky, his eyes flashing with divine light.

The breath that came out from the center of the sea of ​​​​clouds was so terrifying, it was heart-pounding!

This coercion shrouded, Su Zimo's heart even gave birth to a sense of incomparable humbleness and insignificance, almost to worship!

Some cultivators couldn't bear it, and fell to their knees on the ground, looking terrified.

Gradually, a huge square slate appeared in the center of the vortex, covering the wild and eight wastes. It seemed that it could crush everything in the ancient battlefield into nothingness!

This terrifying existence of unknown origin has exposed the tip of the iceberg.

The slate continued to descend, gradually revealing the whole picture.

This is an ancient palace, with a round top and a square ground, full of quaint and vast atmosphere, as if it came from the ancient times.

"The sky is round, the emperor's palace!"

Liang Bo sucked in a breath of cold air and exclaimed.

At the same time, the descendants of the major super sects in the ancient battlefield also recognized the origin of this ancient palace.

People's Palace.

These three words seem to possess a special magic power, and the blood in Su Zimo's body is boiling faintly!

Su Zimo had never heard of the Palace of the Emperor.

But seeing the eyes of other people, he knew that the origin of this hall was probably far above the sea of ​​​​spirits!

Countless monks fell to their knees and looked at this ancient palace under the sky, with endless enthusiasm and awe in their eyes.

The Hall of Human Emperor, standing under the sky, suspended in the sea of ​​thunder and lightning, like a supreme god, overlooking the world, the coercion is vast.

The stone is broken, and the palace of the emperor is now!

Liang Bo took a deep breath and muttered to himself: "The appearance of the Emperor's Palace means that the war in the Heavenly Desolate Continent is about to start, and a golden world is coming!"

"It seems that in this life, there will inevitably be a peerless emperor born!"

"Perhaps we will usher in a prosperous era in which all emperors rise together and reproduce the glory of the ancient years!"

"I am fortunate to be born in this life, to witness everything, and to die without regrets."

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South of the Ancient Battlegrounds.

An inch head monk, Chi. Bare upper body, every inch of muscle shone with bronze light, full of explosive power.

This person broke through the barrier, carrying a huge long spear on his shoulder, exuding a violent and fierce aura, looking up at the ancient palace above his head, and laughed loudly: "Ha ha ha ha! I will definitely be crowned emperor!"

Before the laughter fell, Pang Yue strode toward the center of the ancient battlefield.

north.

At the door of a hidden cave, through the layers of vines, you can vaguely see a pair of resentful eyes.

"Su Zimo, if it wasn't for you, I, Pei Chunyu, would definitely have a chance to get the inheritance of the Emperor's Palace!"

Half a year has passed, and Pei Chunyu has not broken through to the foundation of the eight veins, and is simply unable to participate in the competition for the inheritance of the Emperor's Palace.

In order to survive, he can only continue to hide here.

The west.

A monk who was sitting quietly in the desert suddenly got up, looked at the ancient palace above his head, and muttered to himself, "The Palace of the Emperor, the little monk is moved."

East.

A purple sky rose into the sky, slowly descended, and transformed into a figure.

The purple-robed cultivator was unsmiling, with a solemn expression, and his brows were not angry and arrogant. He was surrounded by endless purple energy, and he had an extraordinary aura.

After pondering for a while, the purple-robed cultivator moved and disappeared instantly.

The center of the ancient battlefield.

In front of a falling waterfall, there was a monk sitting quietly on the bluestone, his body was soaked by the splashes of water, but he didn't care.

The cultivator had a sheathed long sword on his knees, his eyes were long and narrow, and there was a faint glint of fierce light.

"Hehehe."

The monk's fingers were slender and crystal clear like jade, and he slowly held the hilt of the sword.

hum!

The sword light flickered and disappeared.

The long sword has been sheathed, as if it had never appeared.

The waterfall that was hanging down suddenly stopped for a while, and a long and narrow blank trace appeared in the middle, as if it was cut off by someone!

"The inheritance of the emperor, who will give up on me!"

The cultivator stood up, straddled the long sword diagonally around his waist, and murmured, "I have a rare opportunity to let the Jinghong Sword in my hand, Hang Qiuyu, try the methods of your descendants!"

almost simultaneously.

The descendants of the major sects all set off and walked towards the most central area of ​​the ancient battlefield.