Chapter 968 – The Great War Will Begin, The Great Emperor’s Gate
Chapter 968 – The Great War Will Begin, Great Emperor’s Gate
“Swoosh swoosh swoosh ……”
The Lin Vengeance City, which was crowded with more than a hundred forces and more than a hundred thousand martial artists, was originally in chaos, killing each other and fighting each other every day, which could be described as waves of orange and clouds, and since the arrival of the Zhenguo Sage, it had been refreshed in just one day.
All the disciples of the sects and lineages were observant of the rules, full of rigor and competence, and respectful of each other.
Exercising formations, refining pills, building weapons, and creating formation stakes.
There were martial artists who practiced the way of the Mohist family, hastily building countless odd killing weapons, supposedly ordered by the sages.
There were even experts who excelled in taming beasts, coordinating together the training of ferocious beasts left over from the ancient, medieval, and remote times, with their strange screams and hisses reaching into the clouds.
Of course, there are also seven to eight hundred experts with strong recluse skills, scattered in all directions, always keeping an eye on the “Hundred Races Abyss” and the surrounding situation.
The machine of the Great War of the Ten Thousand Races in the Martial World was already running at full speed, not only in this place.
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The sky is clear.
In the middle of “Lin Vengeance City”, the Great Capital Palace has been emptied and has become a saint’s court.
In the huge mansion, which was seven deep, beautiful flowers and exotic plants were flourishing.
Lv Zhiruo and Song Xinruo two people holding fruits, with caution, slowly walking towards the “holy hall”, the holy hall was originally the government office hall, but the saints think it is not elegant, too much taste of dust, privately changed.
Just to the front door, will see yesterday’s Murong Bo and crane nine river two people, holding the sword with a serious face guarding the door, the poor two saints, the identity of the noble, but at the moment by the saint of a word recruited, to do the porter.
However, the two are not at all angry and resistant, on the contrary, full of honor and arrogance, do their duty.
Who is the saint? That was Xin Zhuo, the First Mixed Yuan of Heaven and Earth, what an overbearing person, his own ancestor was not even qualified to guard the door.
Seeing the two women arrive, the two had a serious face, “Tried it? No poison, right?”
Lu Zhiruo stunned, lazy, with Song Xinruo together with a low head, entered the lobby, but saw the saints and eight quasi saints are …… “meeting”!
The eight towering ancestors were like a group of quails at the moment.
The two women didn’t dare to disturb and stood quietly to the side.
Listen to the saint said: “one hundred and eighty-eight thousand seven hundred people, is this time all the disciples of each family, are all above the cultivation of the great honored one?”
Flying Sword Sect ancestor respectfully replied: “Back to the saint, exactly, exactly is the quasi saint eight people, Yuan pole one hundred and twenty-three, the celestial five failures of five hundred and forty-five, these are still the war awakened all the families of the bottom, the rest are all the celestial five failures of the following martial artists!”
Xin Zhuo’s right index finger tapped on the table, this was the fourth time in two days that he confirmed it, every time he asked, his heart was half cold, although with the eyes of that year, this was a very frightening force, but nowadays, looking again, it was too little, too weak.
He asked again, “Across the way do you know how many foreigners there are?”
The eight Paragon Saints were silent, and after a while, the woman Paragon Saints from the Xuanze Temple laughed bitterly, “We went to check on the first day we arrived, but it’s as if the Hundred Races Abyss and the Human Race are blocked by some sort of natural barrier, so we can’t see anything!”
Xin Zhuo pondered for a moment and added, “Do you know which two Saints are in the small formation nearby? How many of them are in possession?”
The three thousand small formations under the sky guarding the seven hundred thousand miles of heaven and earth, naturally there are neighboring small formations, “Hundred Races Abyss” small formation on the left and right, there are saints sitting in the town.
Who would have thought that the flying sword old man smiled bitterly and said, “Our Hundred Clans Abyss small formation is nine thousand miles deep into the alien race’s hinterland, the left and right side of the small formation are in the extreme back, that is to say, this is like an arrowhead, straight into the deep hinterland, who’s on the two sides, it’s hard to say, saints don’t need to care about them.”
Xin Zhuo was silent, for a while waved his sleeve and said, “Retire!”
The eight Paramount Saints got up and respectfully saluted and exited the hall.
Only then did Lu Zhiruo and Song Xinruo dare to carefully serve the fruits. Xin Zhuo glanced at, can see, attentively, all kinds of spiritual fruits washed clean, fresh, only he did not care to taste, looked to the extremely beautiful features, and Mo Xian Yi has a spell of Lv Zhiruo, straight look at the latter’s cheeks red to the chest, only then asked: “Mo Deceive the young girl is poor, thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river, who did you learn it from?”
Lv Zhiruo slightly stunned, rosy cherry lips and long eyelashes together trembled for a while, back: “Back to the saint, disciple when I was young in the books to see, when encountered changes in the family, casually said to express the heart of the injustice!”
“Very good, I wish you to fight another day.”
Xin Zhuo lightly laughed, kicked Xiao Huang, one person and one dog instantly disappeared in place.
Lu Zhiruo froze for a long time before she looked hard at Song Xinruo next to her, “Xinruo, why does the sage want me to fight to break the Cangdao?”
Song Xinruo deliberated for a while: “To fight is to battle, to break is to break away, the dome of the sky is afraid to refer to that legendary immortal realm in general, ah, the saint wants you to duel in the immortal realm, I’m afraid to look at you, want to give you the opportunity, after all, the saint to the legendary immortal realm, is also the immortal monarch realm of the strong ah!”
Lu Zhiruo was completely dumbfounded, was that what it meant?
Outside a figure flew in, it was Crane Jiuhe, a face suffocating purple, arching his hand, “If that is the case, please ask Miss Lu not to remember her former grudge, put the next horse.”
Lv Zhiruo’s body slightly trembled up, look on which kind of look on? Want to accept me as a disciple, or is it a man and woman?
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The air is flooded with a rotten and stale atmosphere, a pair of Immortal Saint murals full of historical precipitation, already mottled, but still can be seen in the martial rhythms.
With each step of the steps, an inexplicably heavy pressure was felt.
This was the cave that led underground, and at the end of it, was where the eye of one of the three thousand small formations left behind by the last Evil Emperor, Chen Kuling.
Xin Zhuo found this place last night, only he didn’t figure out the way to enter, the five great saints and holy caves on the mountain above were really unprofessional and didn’t account for anything, and as a result of the painstaking thinking and checking the township guard jade tablet, only to find out that everything was on the jade tablet.
This jade plate, more useful than imagined.
“Master, further down is the three hundred and twenty-one thousand eight hundred and seventy-six steps, this place is thirty thousand feet deep, it’s really deep!”
Little Yellow bounced around counting one step at a time, incomparably serious.
How bored are you?
Xin Zhuo looked downwards, where a huge bronze portal appeared, covered with strange patterns, full of mysterious colors, making people feel uncomfortable when they got close.
This door, I am afraid that it has a history of more than ten thousand years!
It was rumored that the last great emperor, the weakest great emperor in history, Chen Kuling, sat down in the long river of time exactly twelve thousand years ago.
What a long time this was, Xin Zhuo had only cultivated for seventy to eighty years so far, which was already the lifetime of a mortal. The history of his previous life was only five thousand years, and in his previous life, what was the concept of a ten thousand year old bronze gate appearing underground?
He had already walked to the front of the bronze gate, took out the jade card and urged his true qi to enter, the jade card wobbled and floated up, close to the bronze gate.
The next moment, the pliers entered the groove at the end of the grain on the gate.
“Creak ……”
The bronze gate let out a heavy and ear-piercing sound and slowly opened, a rotten stench and a sky-covering Yin Fury Qi came out.
A man and a dog, their heartbeats quickened.
When the gate slowly opened wide to see the scene inside, they couldn’t help but freeze.
Little Yellow exclaimed, “The Great Emperor is sitting there!”
(End of chapter)