Chapter 463 Inheritance

The words of the mysterious old man also revealed another important information.

The emperor is still alive!

After all, it was the emperor of the ancient times. It was a long time ago, and the waves washed away the sand. I don't know how many emperors have fallen and died.

Unexpectedly, this emperor, who is known as the most powerful and powerful emperor since ancient times, is still alive!

Is it possible that all living beings continue to practice and make breakthroughs, and it is really possible to achieve longevity, the same life as the heavens and the earth, or even the realm of immortality?

Since the Emperor is still alive, what kind of cultivator is he now?

"Senior Human Sovereign, he... is still in the Heavenly Desolate Continent?"

After a little while, Su Zimo calmed down and asked a question.

"Of course not."

The mysterious old man waved his hand and said, "The master is not here either. You don't have to worry about seeing the master. You are not qualified."

Hearing this, Su Zimo was not annoyed, but just smiled casually.

Immediately afterwards, Su Zimo's heart moved.

He suddenly remembered that Dieyue had said with a smile before she left that she wanted to return to her world.

Does that world coincide with the world where the Emperor lives?

No trace of immortals has ever been found on Tianhuang Continent. Does it prove that after all practitioners became immortals, they shattered the void and went to another world?

In that world, there may be endless immortals, or there may be Dieyue, and there is a human emperor. What kind of magnificent world will it be?

In an instant, countless thoughts flashed in Su Zimo's mind, and there was an infinite yearning in his heart for that unfamiliar world.

"Before you, there were seven people who entered the Palace of the Emperor, and each of them received a different inheritance. The inheritance you will get is different from the previous one, and it can be regarded as the master's true inheritance."

Speaking of this, the mysterious old man gave Su Zimo a deep look, waved his sleeves gently, and two things appeared in the air.

One page, one big seal.

This page was filled with dense and teeny small characters, Su Zimo just glanced at it casually, and felt a slight tingling in his eyes.

Another big seal, square and golden, has a dragon sitting on top of the big seal, which is lifelike.

This golden seal is suspended in mid-air, exuding bursts of powerful coercion, as if it can shatter the stars and suppress the world!

The mysterious old man said: "This seal is called the Panlong Seal, the innate spiritual tool, you have put it away."

Innate Spirit Artifact!

Su Zimo was shocked.

Before that, in the battle of His Royal Highness the Emperor, Su Zimo had seen the horror of the innate spiritual tools.

Hang Qiuyu sacrificed that silvery circle and directly smashed his top-quality spiritual weapon.

It is precisely because of this innate spiritual tool that Hang Qiuyu was not killed by Su Zimo with one punch and escaped!

Moreover, the Foundation Establishment cultivator has not been able to unleash the true power of the Innate Spirit Artifact.

The most terrifying power can be erupted only in the hands of Jindan real person.

"Thank you senior."

Su Zimo did not refuse, took the Panlong Seal and injected spiritual power directly.

Whoa!

The rays of light on the Panlong Seal were brilliant, and Su Zimo's palm seemed to hold a blazing scorching sun.

"Um?"

Su Zimo's expression changed, his wrist sank, and his body swayed slightly.

Good weight!

After the dragon seal was injected with spiritual power, Su Zimo felt a little heavy, almost embarrassing.

You must know that Su Zimo is now the master of the opening chapter. Even if such a physical body is not demonized, it is powerful enough to suppress all the eight veins and foundations!

But this Coiling Dragon Seal made his fleshly body feel the pressure.

The mysterious old man nodded secretly.

He thought that Su Zimo would be caught off guard and would make a fool of himself, and was led by Panlongyin, but he didn't expect that this son would take root on the ground and not move at all, which was beyond his expectations.

Su Zimo withdrew his spiritual power and took Panlong Yin into his pocket.

This is a good baby!

Su Zimo was secretly delighted, his eyes turned, and he looked at the next page of scriptures with anticipation.

The mysterious old man pointed to a page of scriptures in the air, and said lightly: "This is the secret technique created by the master back then. If you are successful in your practice, you can wrestle with Jindan Zhenren in the Foundation Establishment Realm."

"Even... can compete with the Jindan vision!"

hiss!

Su Zimo changed color slightly.

Cultivation can be divided into large and small realms, such as the initial stage, middle stage, late stage, and perfection of foundation building, which are small realms, while foundation-building realm and Jindan realm are big realms.

Between the great realms, there is an insurmountable gap.

It is a symbol of breaking free from the shackles of heaven and earth, the lifespan has skyrocketed, and the strength is even more different.

But now, this secret technique of the Human Sovereign can actually allow Su Zimo to have the power to compete with Jindan Zhenren in the Foundation Establishment Realm!

The last sentence of the mysterious old man was even more frightening.

Compete with the Jindan Vision!

All cultivators know that the vision of golden elixir is the pinnacle of spirituality, and there are very few cultivators who can cultivate the vision of golden elixir.

The reason why many foundation-building geniuses enter the ancient battlefield and want to go further in the foundation-building realm is to cultivate the most powerful vision when they condense the golden core!

The simple sentence of the mysterious old man does not require too much evaluation and description, and the horror of this secret technique has already been revealed!

The mysterious old man sighed slightly and said, "The requirements for this technique are extremely high. After being created by an independent person, no other person will learn it. I hope you can succeed."

Although the mysterious old man said this, he obviously did not hold much hope in his tone.

Su Zimo took over this page of scriptures and looked at it intently. In the center of the first line were five small golden characters—the ancient art of transforming dragons!

Just five words, there is a terrifying coercion blowing towards the face, making people tremble.

For some reason, Su Zimo felt that his body suddenly became hot, and there seemed to be an inexplicable power that was about to move!

The voice of the mysterious old man sounded again, saying: "Although the ancient dragon transformation technique will not be transformed into a divine dragon, it can condense a divine dragon phantom, which contains the real dragon power!"

"The human race is weak and the blood is ordinary, and it can't compare with the dragon race, which was born strong and incomparable. If you want to practice the ancient dragon art, you must steal the dragon's blood!"

"The pill you just swallowed is actually a blood pill condensed from the flesh and blood of a young dragon."

Hearing this, Su Zimo showed a sudden look.

No wonder, the breath of that pill gave him a sense of deja vu.

Su Zimo's eyes flickered and he fell into thought.

According to the mysterious old man, if you want to cultivate this ancient dragon transformation art, you need to steal the blood of the dragon clan to be successful.

His situation is a bit special.

A few years ago, he swallowed half a dragon!

Although it has not yet formed, it is after all the egg of a dragon!

"hey-hey."

The mysterious old man sneered: "Don't underestimate it is a young dragon, a piece of flesh and blood on the young dragon's body, refining it into a pill, is enough to bring you such great benefits! If it is an adult dragon, there is no need to say flesh and blood, a drop of blood. Energy, enough to destroy you!"

Su Zimo has no doubts about this.

Back then, he and Ye Ling devoured the unhatched dragon eggs, almost bursting his flesh, digesting it for three years!

When I heard that Mr. Huang Yi passed away, I was in a complicated mood and was reluctant to believe it. Recalling the time when I was in high school, when I carried my parents and teachers behind my back, peeked at the Legend of Shuanglong of the Tang Dynasty, searched for Qin Ji, and shattered the void, it was like yesterday. It was also at that time that I realized that martial arts can write like this, that they can have a broken void, and that they can be so amazing; I just realized that through novels, they can be combined with history so ingeniously and perfectly, and I even once doubted whether there is really such a thing in history. Dragon... Another master has left, and it feels like an era has come to an end.