All Heavens Immortal Martial Arts

"Buzzing~~"

The space is roaring, the wind and clouds are rolling back, and the whole space is dead and terrifying.

He Heng and Ji Xikong, who were fighting fiercely, suddenly changed their expressions. They only felt an unparalleled murderous aura looming over them. The terrifying power solidified the space, and a huge blood-colored pagoda suddenly appeared.

"This is?" He Heng and Ji Xikong said in panic, things changed so suddenly that they didn't have time to react.

The earth-shattering suffocating suffocation continued, and the icy murderous intent filled the entire space, and the cold force was about to envelope them.

At this moment, this pitch-black space shuddered violently, roaring, and refined one after another flying, forming a huge net that enveloped the blood-colored pagoda.

This space is the place where Tianzhuo Zhenren buried himself in the first place, and it is full of many restrictions. What Ji Xikong previously controlled was not enough for him.

If it were 100,000 years ago, even a strong man in the real cave would have to peel off a layer of skin. It's just that the power of time is vast, and the years have wiped out everything. The power of this prohibition has already consumed most of it, not like the glory of the past.

And He Heng and Ji Xikong are only the cultivation of the Three Pengjing Realm. Under the big net of prohibition here, they can be regarded as shrimps at most, and they can naturally get in.

And Wang Panlong is a top powerhouse even in the Dao Embryo Realm, so the name of the Blood Buddha is not just called casually.

His full blow was enough to be considered a fish, and naturally touched the restriction here.

The battle between the giant net and the Buddha tower started fiercely. He Heng and Ji Xikong, two little shrimps, got a chance to survive and escaped in the gap between the two.

He Heng also saw Wang Bi, who was a little frightened. Her reaction to this space was also unexpected, so she panicked and left the space.

"Damn!" Ji Xikong gritted his teeth and said, "I didn't expect you and I to almost fall on Wang Bi. How did she follow him all the way?"

With his wisdom, after seeing Wang Bi, he naturally understood the general situation, but he was also a little angry.

"I want to know that too!" He Heng looked at Ji Xikong coldly. This time, he was also stunned by this sudden incident. It was the first time he faced the mighty power of the Dao Embryo Realm that he realized his insignificance.

At this moment, He Heng couldn't help but reflect on himself. After all, he was careless. Since he obtained the treasures from the heavens, he has been going smoothly, but he has lost his cautious heart.

This was almost a fall, but it reminded him.

"After all, the strength is still not enough, the background is not enough!" He Heng looked deeply at the two mighty forces fighting in the air. .

"One day, I will reach or even surpass them." He Heng clenched his fists, turned his head and saw that Ji Xikong, who was still beside him, had disappeared.

"Brother He, you are asking for a lot of luck. Ji ran for his life first. Don't read it. I hope that I will be fortunate enough to discuss martial arts in the future."

This is a sentence left by Ji Xikong.

He Heng snorted coldly, his face was a little ugly, he looked at the two great powers who were still fighting frantically, he had to follow some traces left by Ji Xikong when he walked around slowly, cautiously, and did not touch him along the way. to what prohibition.

About half an hour later, he came to a fork in the road, and the trace of Ji Xikong had long since disappeared.

In desperation, He Heng had no choice but to choose a path and walked carefully secretly.

After walking for another half an hour, he did not find any trace of Ji Xikong, but came to a quaint palace, which was the only building he saw in this space.

He Heng stepped forward and saw that this was a deep and dark palace, revealing a terrifying look.

Above the gate, there is an ancient plaque with the word "Xuantian" written on it.

"Xuantian Palace?"

He Heng continued to walk forward, and soon came to an inner hall, still a deep hall, but this time there was no plaque on it, only a couplet very similar to the outside world, the left and right lines were: Tianquan With one qi, the virtue of the earth cannot be contained; the three things of the earth cannot be contained by the Dao of Heaven.

It was still the immortal charm that made He Heng's heart tremble.

He silently glanced at these two lines of text, took a deep note, and continued to go inside.

The hall was still empty, but there was a transparent coffin in the middle. He Heng only glanced at it, and felt a biting chill blowing towards his face.

In the crystal-like coffin, there was a Taoist man in azure clothes, with long beards and thick eyebrows, a thin face, and a mist permeated his body.

"This is the real person of Tianzhu?" He Heng lit up the man in the coffin a few times and tried to approach him, but as soon as he approached the coffin within ten feet, he felt as if he was about to be frozen into ice, and quickly retreated. Come on.

"Damn."

He Heng reckons that the most fundamental inheritance of Immortal Tianzhu should be in this coffin, on him.

However, how helpless is it to have a treasure mountain but not get it? He Heng was a little depressed and looked around to see if there was anything that could touch the coffin.

At this moment, in another part of this space, Ji Xikong was sitting on a Taoist platform with a solemn expression, and his body was covered with the images of the nine palaces and gossip, which was mysterious and mysterious.

Countless dao patterns are densely covered here, twisting and twisting, outlining a vast map of stars, an infinite universe.

If someone looks from the top, this space is shrouded in a huge formation at the moment, and the two most central pivots are where Ji Xikong and He Heng are, as if the black and white of Tai Chi.

"Among the relics of Immortal Tianshui, apart from his own inheritance, the most precious thing is the Zhoutian Vientiane Formation that he left behind. For me, this formation is even a hundred times more important than his inheritance. "..." Ji Xikong looked at this place and said in a deep voice, took out a spar in his hand, muttered something in his mouth, injected a burst of true energy into his hand, and suddenly the light of Yingying suddenly shone.

"Buzzing~~"

The ground suddenly roared and trembled, the rocks trembled, and the infinite beams of light surged, and the lines flickered with crystal brilliance, intertwined with the laws of the heavens and the earth, and the lines surged together, converging into a vast universe.

Ji Xikong's eyes suddenly flashed a silvery white light, without the slightest emotional color, as indifferent as the sky, overlooking the ups and downs of the world.

"The sky and the earth are infinite, the destiny of the stars, open..." With a cold drink, Ji Xikong suddenly formed a seal in his hand, and the dao patterns that filled the void jumped wildly, turning into a beam of light that penetrated the sky and the ground, rushing straight to the ground. Cloud Nine.

At this moment, above the big world, in the deep dark night, countless stars are shining, soft and crystal clear, full of mystery.

Suddenly, at the North Pole, in the middle, a most dazzling star trembled, bursting out with unparalleled brilliance.

"This is... someone opened the star life?"

At this moment, all over the Datian World, I don't know how many old monsters suddenly woke up, looking at the sky in amazement, with shocked expressions.

"There are all beings in the world, everyone is born with their own destiny, and this destiny is expressed on the stars in the sky. The lives of ordinary people will only be the most common stars, which are extremely far away, and their names are unclear... Destiny can only be seen in the day after tomorrow, written by infinite chance."

"But there are some people in the world. They are destined to be one of the three hundred and sixty-five main stars in that week. The birth of each one has a mission that belongs to them, and their fate affects the entire big world... …is born with great luck.”

"But the Lord of Heaven and Earth, even if they have the destiny of the stars, if they want to open their own destiny, they must open the destiny and connect the corresponding stars."

The old monsters who have been sitting for hundreds of thousands of years have bowed their heads and counted ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Looking at the dazzling stars, they said in horror: "This time, the star of the star who opened the fate of destiny, his star is actually …”

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The situation outside is changing, and countless strong men in the world are shaking.

At the moment, He Heng is groping carefully in the Xuantian Palace to see if he can get some benefits. Even if the things left by the real person are garbage, it is enough to make him rich overnight.

He didn't notice that when Ji Xikong used the great formation here to start his own destiny, in the center of the hall, the skinny Daoist lying in the coffin suddenly twitched his eyelids and raised a bit of bitterness at the corners of his mouth. .

Then, with a "click", the ancient coffin that had been silent for 100,000 years suddenly opened.

"What?" He Heng was shocked all of a sudden, his eyes widened as he stared at the crystal-like coffin, and the thin figure inside suddenly stood up and opened a pair of deep eyes, covering the universe, the sky, the thousands of people in the world. The law is infinite and infinite.

A person who has fallen as early as 100,000 years ago, and even the tomb has been explored many times, the real person in the real world, he actually opened his eyes again?

He Heng's expression froze for a while, not knowing what to do.

After all, he came to rob the tomb.

In the end, this person didn't die, which is a big joke.

However, the "surviving" Tianshui Master didn't care about He Heng's existence at all, his deep eyes cut through the infinite time and space, and looked at the starry sky in the big sky world, the dazzling stars.

Then he suddenly let out a long sigh, the vicissitudes of the ages, and spit out a dry voice: "Zhongtian North Pole... Emperor Ziwei is actually the life of Ziwei Xing, the master of ten thousand stars... One hundred thousand years, is it another reincarnation, big Xia is going to die?"

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