Master of the Worlds

Chapter 133 A saint is like a mustard
Seeing the figure of the Sixth Skeleton Elder disappear into the hall, the other elders looked at each other and did not speak again.

They looked away, stood up and bowed to the elder who was sitting above, and retreated consciously.

It wasn't until everyone left the hall that the Great Elder, who had kept his eyes closed all the time, opened his eyes.

"We ruined one era after another, and in the end, who will ruin us? Alas!" The old man's eyes seemed to look through the long river of time, looking at the eras that were buried in the long river of time.

Reincarnation changes, old events repeat themselves, and in the end, who will bury them with their own hands?
It's him?or her?

He doesn't know!
Passing through the endless void, seeing the back of the Sixth Elder leaving through the heavy restrictions, the old man opened his mouth, and finally only let out a sigh!
"Ugh!"

The voice is like weeping or complaining, like mourning or complaining.

It seemed that the endless reincarnation, blood and chaos of the past were all contained in this sigh.

After a long time, the great elder in black withdrew his gaze and closed his eyes again. Slowly, the vitality dissipated from his body and finally became nothingness.

It was as if, what was sitting there was a corpse that had died millions of years ago, never, ever woke up!

In the depths of southern Xinjiang, when the vitality of the Great Elder had all receded, the Sixth Skeleton Elder who had left the main hall had already penetrated through numerous restrictions and reached the periphery of the forbidden area.

Beyond the last level of restriction, the Hundred Thousand Mountains were already in sight. Looking at the Sixth Skeleton Elder, not only did his face not show excitement, but it was filled with solemnity.

Different from the previous heavy restrictions, the previous heavy restrictions were placed by their ancestors to protect the forbidden ancestral hall and dark secrets.

And this outermost restriction is actually a seal, the chief culprit who has sealed their family for millions of years, preventing them from reappearing in the world.

And even though the person who put the seal may have suffered a traumatic attack and died in the long river of history, this seal, after millions of years of consumption, is still a deadly poison to their clan.

Even with his strength, it is not an easy task to get through.

Looking back at the ancestral hall that could no longer be seen, looking at the hundred thousand mountains outside the restriction, the Sixth Skeleton Elder did not hesitate any longer, gritted his teeth, and resolutely entered into the restriction seal.

He can't back down, even if he knows he might die, because he has a reason why he can't back down!

Behind him, there are his clansmen and his beloved Great Elder!
His people long for the baptism of blood and war, and they need to set up an immortal monument of their family with the funeral song of death.

His beloved Great Elder's soul has run out of fuel, and his immortal body has allowed him to last forever from that long time, but the seal of millions of years has not been supplemented, and the Great Elder's soul has been scarred by time.

Only the power of darkness can rekindle the great elder's vitality.

With a firm belief in his heart, the Sixth Skeleton Elder stepped into the heavy seal step by step.

Stepping in, the surrounding scene changed instantly. Looking around, I couldn't see the way forward. Looking back, it was a desperate place.

The Sixth Skull Elder seemed to be exiled in nothingness.

However, he was not afraid and did not stand still.

His feet moved forward slowly but firmly.

Lift your feet, move forward, and land on the ground.

Click!

There was a thunderous explosion, and at the moment of the thunder, the Sixth Elder dodged to the side without hesitation. Just as his body flashed out, before he could stabilize his footsteps, a purple lightning struck the place where he had just fought. .

In that place, the space trembled, reaching the edge of shattering.

The power of the thunder is so terrifying, if he hadn't dodged quickly, even with his immortal body, he would lose half his life when encountering this thunder strike.

Dodging the lightning strike, the Sixth Skeleton Elder did not stop at all, and continued to move forward.

Another step was taken, and the next moment, the sound of wind sounded.

The sixth chapter of the skeleton had been prepared, and quickly turned sideways, but even though he had been prepared, he was not in the period of complete victory after all, and this dodge was half a step too slow after all.

The hurricane blew past, brushing over his left arm, which he hadn't evaded in time.

In the next moment, his left arm, starting from the shoulder level, turned into nothingness bit by bit.

Wrapping the wound with the power of the dark source and resisting the erosion of the hurricane, the six elders of the skeleton continued to move forward.

Another step forward, and an invisible wave came from the space.

This time, with the lesson learned from last time, the Sixth Skeleton Elder evaded earlier.

The moment he dodged, a blade of space tore through the space and passed behind him.

The invisible space force touched the corner of his clothes, and a piece of black cloth was cut off, caught in the turbulent flow of space, and instantly torn into invisible ions.

Just like this, with one murderous step at a time, facing such a terrifying restriction that could be called a fatal blow, the Sixth Skeleton Elder walked firmly and resolutely towards the direction outside the restriction.

He didn't think about whether he could get out of this restriction, he didn't think about what would happen if he died.

Even if he was dead, his intrusion weakened the power of the restriction and greatly increased the chances for later people to intrude.

That way, one day, his people will be able to walk out of this sealed land.

In that case, he deserves to die!

The Sixth Skeleton Elder walked slowly but firmly, with a murderous intent at every step, and every few steps he took, there would be scars, large or small, on his body.

Just halfway through the restriction, he had already lost an arm and half of his foot, and because he couldn't dodge in time, he was stabbed by a flame spear, leaving a transparent hole in front and back!
Halfway through, the Sixth Skeleton Elder was already staggering, his figure was shaking, and he looked like he might fall to the ground at any time.

It stands to reason that under such circumstances, he would not be able to pass the last half of the restriction.

However, the reason why life is wonderful is that it is full of surprises.

After walking through half of the restriction and losing most of his life, the luck of the Sixth Skeleton Elder unexpectedly became surprisingly better.

On the road ahead, he could always predict the danger in advance, and even if he failed to predict it, he could still avoid fatal crises when danger approached.

Until reaching the outermost edge of the restriction, the Sixth Skeleton Elder did not encounter any danger or receive the slightest scar.

However, at this point, he still did not take it lightly.

He knew that with that fat man's method, there must be the deadliest restriction in the outermost area. With his current state, whether he can break through or not can only be resigned to fate.

Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, he gritted his teeth, and the Sixth Skeleton Elder still took a step forward and walked towards the place beyond the restriction.

He was already ready to be killed, and even thought that even if he died, he would die in a suitable place if he could consume the outermost fatal restriction.

However, when he took a step forward and stood on the land beyond the restriction, the sixth skeleton elder was dumbfounded.

Without any attack, without any danger, he passed the last hurdle so easily, and stepped into the outside world alive!

At this moment, the Sixth Skeleton Elder had the urge to cry!

Nima, fat man, don't bring you such a trick!

Your six grandpas were ready to fight to the death, but in the end, you didn't leave anything behind, and just let grandpa walk out alive.

Looking back at the restriction whose power has been weakened a lot, the Sixth Skeleton Elder felt a strong urge to scold his mother.

If he has experienced the edification of earth culture, he will definitely say, damn, fairy tales are indeed deceptive!
Not to mention that the Sixth Skeleton Elder was secretly happy that he had escaped the restriction alive, but at the same time that the Sixth Skull Elder stepped out of the restriction, an old man in white robes sitting under a tree giving lectures in Qufu Academy seemed to have a feeling in his heart, and suddenly stopped. Said half the words.

Ignoring the students' surprised gazes, the old man turned his head with a solemn expression, his eyes looking directly in the direction of southern Xinjiang through the numerous spaces.

The next moment, under the astonished gazes of all the disciples, the old man in white robe stepped forward, and his figure had disappeared into Qufu Academy, leaving behind only the books he just held in his hand, and a group of inexplicable students.

At the same time, Qi State, Ji Xia Academy.

When the Sixth Elder Skeleton stepped out of the restraint, Mufeng, who was taking the elder sister of the saint, the younger brother Xunsheng and his own apprentice to visit his "Summer Palace", also turned his head and looked in the direction of southern Xinjiang.

His eyes broke into the void, and his eyes looked straight at the Sixth Skeleton Elder and the situation around him.

Sensing the disgusting dark aura on the opponent, Mufeng opened his lips slightly, the laws of heaven and earth quickly converged, and a word "Zhu" was about to take shape in the void.

However, at the next moment, he seemed to have sensed something, he shook his head and chuckled, and dispersed the power of law that was summoned from around him.

"Interesting, since this is the case, why don't you keep it and make toys for the little guy in the future!" Mu Feng murmured a few words in a low voice, and Mu Feng withdrew his gaze towards the direction of Nanjiang.

"What?" Hearing Mufeng whispering to himself, the elder sister Shengren and younger brother Xunsheng looked at him in bewilderment, unable to understand what he meant.

"Ah? I'm sorry, I forgot about your existence!" After expressing his apology, Mu Feng said casually, "It's nothing, just some small things."

Hearing Mufeng's answer, Sister Shengren and Xun Kuang froze.

Nima!

Forget about our existence, what kind of answer is this?
Does it mean that you are talking to yourself because you have forgotten our existence?
But, great sage Mu, please explain, in your worldview, is it really a polite thing to forget the existence of everyone around you?

Also, what kind of answer is your perfunctory "Nothing, just a few small things"?

Are we serious about asking?Is it really okay for you to give such a perfunctory answer?
Just when the two half-sages were slandering each other because of Mu Feng's perfunctory and inappropriate words, their teacher, the first saint between heaven and earth—Kong Sheng, had penetrated the endless space and reached the southern border The boundary, the depths of the Hundred Thousand Mountains.

Standing in the depths of Shiwan Dashan, looking at the secret mark left by the touched self, Kong Sheng's face was full of complexity.

This is not the first time he has come to this place.

Last time, he, who had just been sanctified, explored the [-] mountains in southern Xinjiang, and the place he finally arrived at was the outskirts of this restriction.

It was also that time that he deeply experienced the horror in the depths of southern border.

He knew that within this restriction, the great terror of blood and chaos was hidden, which was the source of evil.

He remembered the pictures he had seen on the outskirts of the restriction.

Even with the realm of a saint, he still felt terrified in his heart when he witnessed the picture left over from an unknown number of epochs through the power of prohibition.

At that time, a saint like him was like a piece of grass!

(End of this chapter)