Chapter 1164: Jade Purity Saint

After listening to Qin Xuan's words, Lord Mu Tian was quiet for a moment, and then he uttered a voice: "Get lost!"

The wind blew, and Qin Xuan's expression froze there, a little caught off guard.

"What a bad temper." Qin Xuan curled his lips and said in a low voice, no, no, is it necessary to be so cruel?

As if he heard Qin Xuan's words, Lord Mu Tian said again: "No one has ever dared to negotiate with me. You are the first person, and you still want me to pass on my experience to you. You are really dreaming."

"Since I came here, I naturally have to do everything I can to improve myself." Qin Xuan said frankly, his tone was neither humble nor arrogant, and there was a hint of confidence in his eyes.

Looking at the stone statue again, Qin Xuan said calmly: "Senior, you cherish your own abilities so much, are you worried that I am too talented and will learn all your abilities?"

"Oh?" Mu Tian Shengjun seemed to be a little interested, and said: "Although it is a provocation, I would rather be provoked. Since you are asking for trouble, don't blame me for not reminding you."

Mu Tian Shengjun can certainly see Qin Xuan's pride, otherwise, he would not dare to say such words in front of him.

The reason why he asked Qin Xuan to get out just now was to test Qin Xuan's ability to withstand pressure. If he was driven away by a word, he would not be able to pass the courage test. If he encountered a life-and-death crisis in the future, it would be difficult to survive safely.

In fact, it is not only like this for Qin Xuan, but also for those who wanted to learn cultivation experience directly from them before.

In a sense, cultivation experience can also be regarded as a kind of inheritance.

They want to use this method to consider whether they are really qualified to accept their inheritance. They don't want to give the inheritance to a useless person, even if that person has good talent.

Fortunately, Qin Xuan's performance was satisfactory to him.

"What do you mean, senior?" Qin Xuan's eyes brightened when he heard the words of Saint Mu Tian.

"You want to learn the rules of force from me, it's very simple, as long as you can withstand the pressure of my longbow." Saint Mu Tian said lightly, and an invisible wave spread out as soon as the voice fell. Qin Xuan's pupils shrank suddenly, and he found that the longbow in the hand of the stone statue was gradually blooming with dazzling brilliance at this moment. At the same time, there was a faint dragon roar coming from the longbow.

"This longbow is a real magic weapon!" Qin Xuan suddenly realized something, and his heart trembled. He thought that the longbow was just the spiritual energy of Saint Mu Tian, ​​but he didn't expect that it was a real holy weapon, but it was sealed.

Thinking of this, Qin Xuan couldn't help but flash a terrible thought in his mind.

If this longbow is real, what about the stone statue?

Is there a possibility that this stone statue is the body of Saint Mu Tian?

Qin Xuan felt that this idea was too crazy. With a bang, the light emitted by the longbow was extremely strong and dazzling.

The longbow broke away from the stone statue's hand, kept getting bigger, floated up into the sky, and stretched between heaven and earth. Then a strong and overbearing pressure descended.

At this moment, the whole world seemed to be shrouded in that pressure. Qin Xuan looked up at the sky, and his whole body was shaking violently because of the pressure. He felt an extremely overbearing breath, which was oppressing his soul power and wanted him to surrender.

"Ah!

A melodious and loud dragon roar came out, and a terrifying sound wave force rushed into Qin Xuan's eardrum, causing Qin Xuan's eardrum to vibrate continuously, as if it was about to be torn apart.

Qin Xuan's face suddenly became extremely ugly, but he was still trying to persist. The star map in his body accelerated its operation, and the star light flowed throughout his body. His body seemed to be covered with a star armor to resist the pressure.

"Star power? "Saint Lord Mu Tian uttered a sigh, seeming a little surprised. This little guy actually comprehended the rules of the stars?

However, Qin Xuan had no time to care about what Saint Lord Mu Tian was thinking at this time. He was all tense and tried his best to resist the pressure released by the longbow. He finally understood what Saint Lord Mu Tian meant by that sentence before.

This longbow is a holy weapon. How could he bear its pressure?

This is also what Qin Xuan was puzzled about.

If it is really a holy weapon, he can't resist it anyway, but at this moment, although he feels very painful, he still bears it, which makes Qin Xuan unable to see through Saint Lord Mu Tian's thoughts.

"This bow is called Holy Dragon. The bow body is made of top-grade materials and cast with the blood of purple dragons. It contains a trace of the true spirit of the demon dragon. If you can persist for three days, you will gain something. "The Saint Lord Mu Tian said calmly.

"Three days..." Qin Xuan's face suddenly collapsed, and he wanted to cry but had no tears. Every second here was torture. He was asked to endure three days. Is this a joke?

"Senior, how about we try another way?" Qin Xuan shouted.

However, there was no response.

The Saint Lord Mu Tian seemed to have disappeared, and only Qin Xuan's voice echoed in the space.

Qin Xuan's face turned ashen. It seemed that he would not be able to let the Saint Lord Mu Tian speak again in these three days. This old guy was cruel enough!

However, at the same time, similar scenes were happening in the other two directions of the desolate tomb.

In front of a stone statue, a golden spear was suspended in the air, as if it could penetrate the sky and the earth. A terrifying wave flowed on the spear, pressuring the void.

Under the spear, Murong Guangzhao bent his body. His handsome face looked a little hideous at this time, and he twitched slightly from time to time. He seemed to be under tremendous pressure.

"Old bastard!" Murong Guangzhao cursed in his heart, looking miserable.

He just wanted to ask some questions. Unexpectedly, the stone statue suddenly became angry and directly raised his spear. He also said that he would only give him three days and if he couldn't resist, he would get out of the wasteland. It was extremely strong.

In front of another stone statue, Ji Xuan appeared there, but the situation was also very bad.

There is a whisk on his head, which looks gentle and calm, but still releases extremely terrifying suppressive power.

The three of them are all going through a similar situation, under the pressure of the top holy weapon.

Of course, the intensity of the pressure was within the control of the Lords of the Wilderness. It could be resisted by Qin Xuan and the others, but it could also bring great pressure to them.

A day passed in the blink of an eye, and there were many powerful fluctuations lingering in the void above the deserted tomb, as if they were communicating with each other.

"What on earth are this generation of desolate lords doing? Sending three emperor-level juniors in is of no use at all. Instead, it is a waste of our energy." A majestic voice sounded, with a hint of displeasure.

"I don't know, maybe he has his own reasons. Since we have fallen, we shouldn't worry too much and just do our part."

"That's right, let them handle the affairs of the younger generation themselves. We, a group of fallen people, can't do anything to interfere if we want to."

Voices came one after another, coming from all directions. The owners of these voices were naturally the former barren lords buried in the barren tomb.

"Haha, every time the people who come in are at the peak of the Imperial Realm, it's quite interesting to see a few junior emperors this time." A laugh sounded, seemingly very happy.

"Humph, Qingxu, you will be happy to have someone under your command, but we don't have one!" Someone immediately retorted, with a tone of envy in his tone.

There were only three people in total, and many of them could only watch, which was really depressing.

"Qingxu, how is that little guy?" someone asked.

"The talent is not bad, it is a holy body of light, and it also understands the dual rules of time and space, which is extremely rare." The Lord of Wanxiang Desolate praised: "However, that guy is very arrogant. After asking a few words, he wants to leave. , I left him directly to dampen his spirit."

"Is he considered arrogant?" A disdainful voice came out, and it was Shengjun Mutian who spoke. He continued: "When I met that kid, he dared to negotiate terms with me and provoke the general to deal with me. If I press My temper back then must be suppressed for a hundred years!"

"Oh, there is such a thing?" After hearing the words of Holy Lord Mu Tian, ​​many surprised voices sounded, and they all became somewhat interested in the life mentioned by Holy Lord Mu Tian.

It's a bit unusual for a person in the imperial realm to dare to negotiate terms with a saint.

"From what you said, it seems that I have met the most humble one." Another voice came out. This voice was very gentle and gentle, and it was obvious that it was made by an old man.

When the old man's voice came out, the space suddenly became quiet, and everyone seemed to respect the old man.

This old man is known as the Saint King of Taihua, and he is the second Lord of the Wilderness. Apart from the first Lord of the Wilderness, his qualifications can be said to be the highest.

The people present were all descendants of Saint Lord Taihua, and many of them appeared several generations later, hundreds of thousands of years later.

Saint Lord Taihua has truly experienced the prosperity of the ancient times and has the most extensive knowledge. Therefore, although the other wasteland lords are proud, they respect him very much. Even though their strengths are not much different, they have all reached the highest level.

"For these three people to be able to enter here, they must have passed Senior Yuqing's test. Being able to be favored by Senior Yuqing is enough to prove that they have good talents." A voice said.

Hearing the word "Yu Qing", the space once again experienced a brief moment of calm. Even the Holy Lord Taihua remained silent at this time.

Yuqing is the title of the first wasteland lord.

In this desolate tomb, if anyone has the highest status, it is undoubtedly the first desolate lord, Yuqing Shengjun.

The Lord of the Wilderness means the master of the Wilderness Territory. Everyone present was once the owner of the Wilderness Territory at a certain period. However, in the hearts of their Wilderness Lords, Holy Lord Yuqing is the real master of the Wilderness Territory.

He single-handedly created the Wilderness Territory. Without him, the people who followed would not have come here, and they would not have achieved such high achievements.

"It's a pity that Senior Yuqing has been sleeping for many years, and I don't know when he will wake up. Maybe he will never wake up." Someone sighed. The era when Holy Lord Yuqing existed is too long ago. No matter how strong the soul is, Nor can it withstand the erosion of the ages.

It was in anticipation of this that Shengjun Yuqing kept most of his soul power in the statue on the ninth floor of the Sky Castle, leaving only a very small part in the barren tomb.