The most difficult system to open in history

80 years ago, the belief in the minds of all swordsmen was called Huangzhao.

And 80 years later, there is no sword saint in the world, only the Tianwu Army.

In the Tianwu Army, one person forms an army.

On the eighth floor of the Sitian Pagoda, the edge of the bronze coffin that was opened again after 15 years was gently held by a hand. The fingers of this hand were extremely slender and the palm was also very wide and huge, but the palm and the back of the hand showed In sharp contrast, the palm is full of calluses, while the back of the hand is smooth and white.

This is a hand good at holding a knife.

Immediately afterwards, an old man in a green shirt slowly sat up from the coffin, his body was slightly thin, his eyes were slightly closed, his nose bridge was extremely high and his face was cut like a knife.

He is not gray at the temples like ordinary old people, but extremely rare gray-green. His hair is extremely long, hanging directly below his waist, and the roots are like spikes, containing a strong edge.

"The fragrant wind leads to the Daluotian, and the cloud cave on the moon and the earth worships the gods, sharing the melancholy things in the world. I don't know what year it is."

Words are like knives, knives kill people, words kill hearts!

After the words fell, the old man in green shirt opened his eyes. The dark green light on the eighth floor of Sitian Tower seemed to have a soul of its own in an instant, and became cheered and eager to try.

Knife, among the eighteen weapons, is one of the nine short and nine long, and the head of the nine short, if you cut it out, you will go forward without any hesitation, forgetting life and death.

Keep a swordsman and a hob in the coffin for 15 years, how terrifying is the sharpness that erupts, countless sword qi condense inwards, and gradually form a giant deer, with two horns piercing the void, with the green knife Qi kept pouring in, slowly shining brightly, and finally turned into a dazzling white deer.

Under the light of the White Deer, the two great masters from the Shenji Pavilion, the peak soul clan, let out bursts of soul screams, and the master of the Yu Pavilion directly took out a talisman the size of a palm, crushed it, and a blue light door Appears directly in the void.

It is the Great Teleportation Talisman of Shenji Pavilion.

The trembling from the depths of their souls clearly told them that a peerless weapon was slowly waking up in the eighth floor at this time, and the sharpness of the Guangguang White Deer at this moment made them unable to resist any thought.

Each big teleportation talisman can ignore the space distance and span thousands of miles in an instant. It is the treasure of the Shenji Pavilion, so the blue space door appears very fast, almost instantly, but there is a light faster than it, that is a broken void. The coming white deer, inside the white deer, has a knife.

"As soon as you wake up, you can swing the knife to your heart's content. What a joy, joy."

Under the horrified gaze of two phantoms of the soul race, the purple eyes on the forehead, the white deer shattered the entire large moving light door in an instant. Lu Tiao turned around and slashed at the Master of Yu Pavilion again.

Under the blade of the White Deer, everything was broken.

After a while, all the green and white deer disappeared from the eighth floor, and the tranquility returned again. The two soul shadows from the Shenji Pavilion were suspended in the air, motionless. Li Chunfeng, Sitian Supervisor who was sitting on the ground, got up from the ground, and slowly walked towards the old man in blue who was still sitting in the giant coffin. Opened the mouth and said:

"Master Huang, after 15 years, don't come here without any problems."

"Huh?" The old man in blue turned his head and looked up at Li Chunfeng indifferently.

Li Chunfeng looked helpless, and then continued:

"Huang, Hero Huang, are you safe?"

Only then did the old man in the green shirt nod in satisfaction, then his complexion changed slightly as if he had thought of something, he raised his hand and grabbed Li Chunfeng's usually precious white beard on his chest, and said:

"My origin has been greatly damaged, and I haven't recovered a few points. You kid slapped me out of the aurora of the mountain and sea map, and you want me to burp?"

When Li Chunfeng saw the old man, he was like a mouse seeing a cat. How could he dare to resist at all. He was pulled forward and kept explaining:

"Huang Daxia, that's not the case, that's not the case."

The old man in blue was still relentless, his knife-like voice resounded throughout the hall.

"I think you're living and going back, you kid. This is the Shenjing Sitian Pagoda, the place where the human artifact Mountain and Sea Map is located, and it can be invaded by foreign enemies. I've made you lose face."

Li Chunfeng's old face flushed for a while, he hesitated and couldn't speak, and suddenly thought of something, he grabbed a few blue and white porcelain bottles from his arms, handed them to the old man in blue, and said:

"Huang Daxia, this is your grandson. It is said that His Royal Highness the Emperor Taisun left it to replenish the loss of the source. Although it cannot completely restore your old source of power, the ones that have just been used can be slowly replenished. "

The old man's eyes lit up, he raised his hand to take the porcelain bottle, opened it and drank it down, then pursed his lips, closed his eyes and felt for a moment, and when he opened his eyes again, there was already a hint of joy in his eyes.

"And this is called the magic mango, which can replenish vitality in an instant and has a small amount of origin, which is also left by His Royal Highness."

Li Chunfeng took out another object, the size of a palm, in the shape of a mango that Shenzhou Haotu did not have, exuding a misty blue light, and the color was bright and delicious.

The old man in the green shirt didn't talk nonsense, he raised his hand and bit into his mouth, the light blue juice gushed out, the old man let out a sigh of relief, and said:

"It seems that my grandson is also a capable person. He is much better than my useless, dumb son. If there are more of these things, I can leave the Suoyuan Coffin and the Extreme Cold Mountain and Sea Map. Light."

A glint of expectation flashed in Huang Zhao's eyes. He had lost 15 years of time, and he couldn't wait to see his grandson.

Then his eyes turned into determination and fear, and he raised his hand again to summon a huge white deer, which disappeared from the entrance of the main hall in a flash, then stepped over the railing on the eighth floor, and jumped down directly, and at the same time, the murderous voice sounded.

"There are still some annoying ghosts fighting with the juniors on the lower floors of the Sitian Pagoda, but the Dao Souls of these juniors are simply against the sky."

In the entire Sitian Pagoda, including the main hall on the first floor, and the battle place on the stairs on several floors, a dark green light flashed with a white light, and all the souls stood still for a moment, standing on the spot in a daze.

Li Yi, Fatty, Yue Ya'er and others gathered together, looking at the front with doubts.

"Master Huang, no, Hero Huang, what about those invading soul clans?"

Li Chunfeng's weak voice of inquiry sounded from the eighth floor.

"It's okay, but I lost my head."

In the next second, even though there were souls including Pavilion Master Yuge and Dan Yuanzi who were suspended on the eighth floor, the eyes above their foreheads burst directly, and their blurry heads fell from their bodies.

Chapter 0179 saint or mortal?

"It is detected that there is a large amount of soul energy that is about to dissipate near the host hero's soul, and it will be absorbed automatically, and the soul energy of two great masters will be obtained, with 20000 points of purple-level energy, 21 master-level energy, and 21000 points of blue-level energy."

On the Circular Hill Terrace, looking up at the sky, Zhao Yu listened to the system's electronic synthesis sound in his head, and let down most of his heart. The absorption of a large number of souls meant that the Battle of Sitian Tower had basically come to an end.

When the power of the Mountain and Sea Map blooms over the White Emperor Palace again, the sharp blade will be hung above the head again.

As soon as the system's emotionless composition fell, Taiping's immature child's voice rang in Zhao Yu's ears again, with a hint of unfinished meaning.

"It's boring, it's boring. That guy Huang Zhao woke up. According to what your grandfather Zhao Wuji said, those who use knives don't have any nerves. Apart from swinging knives, all they think about is cultivation. It's extremely boring."

"Huang Zhao? You mean the grandfather in the huge bronze coffin?"

Zhao Yu increased the volume, with joy in his voice.

"Except for that rough bastard who keeps saying that he would rather be Wuwu than Wuxia all day long, who else can there be?"

Although the child's voice is immature, no different from a three or four-year-old child who has just learned to speak, but the tone of his speech is very old-fashioned, which seems extremely weird, but he faintly feels it should be taken for granted.

Because his name is Taiping, and he is the number one artifact of the human race.

"It's better to be without martial arts than to be without chivalry."

Zhao Yu repeated these words in his mind, and then realized that the story of the sword-wielding hero and walking the rivers and lakes that his mother told him when he was a child was not fabricated out of thin air, but his grandfather, so even though he had never met, But there is an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

What is a chivalrous man? A great chivalrous man, who serves the country and the people, can become a chivalrous man just by becoming a Tianwu army and sealing himself in the Suoyuan coffin for 15 years.

"Why does one hour pass so long? I thought it was easy. On weekdays, I watched the cows and camels taking a bath in Huwo Mountain, and the snowy owls laid eggs in Kunlun Mountain. The time passed very quickly."

Taiping's immature child's voice chattered in Zhao Yu's mind, causing Zhao Yu to show a bitter smile. Who would have imagined that the number one artifact of the human race, the Mountain and Sea Map, was actually a baby who was just born and never grew up? .

Just as Taiping's immature voice kept ringing in his mind, there was a sudden change in the sky above the White Emperor Palace, Zhao Yu's face became solemn, and Tianping also stopped speaking and became silent.

Stretching across the entire sky, in the vortex of one-dimensional heavy water that is constantly rotating like the sky, Suzaku's cry, one after another, more and more Nanming Lihuo burst out from the inside of the storm. Set off a turbulent sea in the sea of ​​unitary heavy water.

Finally, a different color appeared on the originally dark and heavy water sea, it was golden, with countless golden bubbles emerging from the sea surface, and then the sea water began to tremble violently, like a huge monster going up below the sea level at an extremely fast speed rushed out.

The fact is also the same, the surface of the sea of ​​heavy water of one yuan exploded directly, and a flaming Suzaku burst out of it, bringing water spray all over the sky, and then countless Nanming Lihuo swayed, and dense cracks appeared in the sky like glass shattering.

The cracks continued to spread outwards, and the sea of ​​heavy water that covered the sun disappeared instantly, revealing the snowy, white sky, under the bridge of heaven and earth, the nine steps of stairs reappeared, and the figure of Empress Wu was already standing on the eighth step. heavy on.

The eighth level of the semi-holy, the real one step away!

But Empress Wu is not in a good state at this time. When she just broke through the eighth Chen Xingtian, she has already exploded with almost the last source of power, so she hasn't taken that step for a long time, and she is almost exhausted.

Sweat dripped from the temples, but it was evaporated by the flames on his body in a blink of an eye, his back was still straight, and nothing could bend the back of the Great Xia Regent, even if the oil was almost exhausted.

Standing on the eighth step, Empress Wu took a small step forward, the phoenix crown and phoenix robe fluttered at the same time, and there was a commotion among the civil and military officials below. When they came to the bottom of the nine-tiered staircase, they were neatly arranged just like the morning dynasties that have not been fixed every day for 15 years, and then they knelt down on the ground. In the ears of Empress Wu.

"I implore the Regent to delay stepping into the Nine Heavens today, and wait until the next day to attack the Holy Throne in one fell swoop and climb to the top of the Land of Gods and Wonderland!"

The shouts uttered by hundreds of civil and military officials lingered for a long time, but Empress Wu did not respond, but continued to take a small step forward, before the ninth step, looked straight ahead, and remained silent.

The hundreds of cultural relics officials below let out a cry again, Empress Wu remained unmoved, her eyes under her soaring phoenix eyebrows were still calm, and the Zhao family’s unique ebony pupils reflected the bridge between heaven and earth, which was only one step away, with colorful colors The mysterious lines on the Dao Fruit and Dao Flower are clearly visible.

In the sky, Empress Wu put her hands behind her back and said nothing, while all the civil and military officials on the ground knelt down on the ground, and everything was silent.

Until a burly figure came from the side of the Circular Mound, with a burly figure, a Chinese character face, and an empty left arm. He walked slowly past the kneeling cultural relic officials, and his feet stepped on the white snow, leaving a series of footprints. Walking up to the hundred officials, he knelt down on one knee.

Yuan Jiang, the suzerain of the Hai Cuo Sect, raised his drooping head and looked at Empress Wu above, with madness in his eyes, and his voice resounded throughout the world with the sound of one person equaling a hundred people.

"I, Hai Cuo Zong Yuan Jiang, implore the Regent, Empress Wu, to take the cinnabar blood from the two streaks of cinnabar between the eyebrows of His Majesty the Empress Dowager, and you will be holy.

As soon as the words came out, all the civil and military officials who were kneeling on the ground looked up in amazement, and even the great masters of the top ten sects all stood up one after another, their eyes were extremely dignified. Soar up.

The atmosphere in the entire White Emperor Palace's Circular Mound became more oppressive than ever, and no one dared to pant loudly.

After ten full breaths, Empress Wu, who was standing with her hands behind her back, suddenly turned around, her phoenix eyes pierced Zhao Yu's eyes on the Circular Hill Platform, and her whole body was filled with momentum.

Liang Po's body appeared in front of the Circular Hill Terrace, and Wei Guogong Xu Sheng blocked Zhao Yu from the left and the right.

Zhao Yu frowned slightly, even though all kinds of auras around him were colliding with each other, and they were about to explode, but his eyes were still as calm as water. The two vertical lines of the avenue under the crown of the sky were bright and vivid. I don't know if it was an illusion, but the temptation that belonged to the avenue The breath suddenly increased several times, and it was as mellow as a hundred-year-old wine in the induction.

Amidst the voices of the great masters swallowing, Zhao Yu gently handed over the old lady beside her to Miss Rouge, then raised his hand to pat Liang Po's shoulder, and walked towards the edge of the Tianxin Stone.

The black crimson gauze robe swayed, and the jade pendant around his waist made a pleasant ding-dong sound. The young man raised his delicate face like a fairy, and looked at the phoenix shadow in the sky with ebony pupils.

The eyes of the aunt and nephew looked at each other again.

Life or death, saint or mortal?

Chapter 0180

In the 89th year of the Great Xia Li, on the ninth day of the ninth lunar month, the city of Shenjing was very uneven, and the waves were treacherous.

Under the swaying heavy snow, all the civil and military officials in the White Emperor's Palace and Daxiu of the Zongmen understood at this moment that Da Xia had reached the most critical turning point, so the three old, middle-aged and young members of the Zhao clan had to make a choice.

The old queen mother had already made her choice in advance, she wanted to clear away the obstacles for Zhao Yu before she died, and help him ascend to the throne, and now, it was the turn of Empress Wu, the regent who had been in power for twelve years.

The world is quiet, even the sound of wind and snow is far away.

The aunt and nephew looked at each other for a long time, and the aura around the Circular Hill platform rose and fell one after another, colliding with each other, making a muffled sound like thunder.

Girl Rouge, who was supporting the old lady, looked at the figure standing in front of the Tianxin Stone with dark green pupils like roasted tea leaves, and felt that the young man's back was different from before, and he was also tall and handsome, But there is a little more maturity, or sharpness!

The arm of the gentle, purple robed master of the Taoist Palace was suddenly grasped tightly by a small hand. Chu Zhengyang turned his head and saw his daughter's big worried eyes. With pleading, he patted He patted the back of his daughter's hand, shook his head, and opened his mouth gently to say a word.

"Wait."

Empress Wu stood very high in the sky, so the eyes she looked at Zhao Yu seemed blurred to outsiders. The piercing gaze might be looking at Zhao Yu's eyes, or maybe she was staring at Zhao Yu naked. There were two streaks of bright red blood, but Zhao Yu understood that Empress Wu never looked at his eyebrows from the beginning to the end.

The gazes of the aunt and nephew met at a distance of a whole sky, perhaps including the eight layers of heaven under the difficult road.

It has been nearly two months since Zhao Yu came to Shenjing City, and he only spoke a few words with Empress Wu, that is, the conversation between his aunt and nephew at Zhuquemen in the evening when he just stepped into Shenjing, and there has been no communication since then .

But at this moment, the regent King Wu who had been looking into Zhao Yu's eyes without moving away, spoke to him again, and at the same time to the whole world:

"As the Regent of the Great Xia, for the past 12 years, I have supported the heavens and the earth. I am a mere saint. Why should I be afraid of it? Why do I need the help of Dao Dao's blood? No one can control my Zhao Xiu's life." , my life is up to me!"

Resounding, every sentence is like thunder!

The scorching words resounded between heaven and earth, Empress Wu withdrew her gaze, and the dark golden phoenix robe swayed endlessly. Under everyone's horrified eyes, she turned around and stepped on the Nine Heavens!

Under the bridge of heaven and earth, a round of moon appeared, the ninth level of the avenue, the moon round the sky.

At the same time, sitting cross-legged and suspended in the air with closed eyes, an uncontrollable muffled groan sounded from under the blurred face of the Snowfield Maiden, as if she had been seriously injured, she leaned forward all of a sudden, and her Below, in the altar surrounded by ice and fire, the huge sculpture of the goddess was shattered inch by inch, and the infinite holy light that could no longer be restrained burst out instantly, sweeping outward quickly.

Ten gigantic wings stretched out from within the Holy Light, accompanied by the indistinguishable, yet strongly angry words of the Lord of Radiance.

"I am a god enshrined by countless races. You and other races dare to seal me. I say, you all deserve to die."

Infinite holy light condenses around the Lord of Radiance, forming a huge and dazzling country, and countless hymns are heard in it, accompanied by endless prayers. There are different languages ​​and different races, but there is no Terran.

The Daxia people worship heaven and earth, ancestors, and practice Taoism, but they don't believe in ghosts and gods!

"It's flattery to offer sacrifices to other ghosts."

The old lady came to Zhao Yu's side with the support of Miss Rouge, and a faint voice came out. This was the second time Zhao Yu heard this sentence. The first time was from the mouth of the master, the older generation who had dealt with the empire countless times Man is familiar with the tricks of the so-called gods.

But no matter what shortcut the so-called god took, or had some kind of defect, he was always at the same level as the saint, and divided by realm, he was the real fairyland of land gods!

That's why the huge and majestic Kingdom of God belongs to the Holy Light. The aura that repelled everything just now overwhelmed the entire White Emperor Palace in an instant, and even the bridge between heaven and earth in the sky was almost covered.

The Kingdom of God, worshiped by the gods, is a separate world. There are majestic and towering mountains, endless palaces, and under the clouds and mist surrounded by holy light, there are waterfalls composed entirely of the power of ultimate faith, rushing from the sky. Down.

A sacred seat is located on the peak of the sacred mountain, and the figure of the Lord of Radiance appears, sitting on it, looking down.

Sitting in the Kingdom of God is the real God!

"It's really naive to think that I can no longer absorb the power of faith under the isolation of the Great Dao. How can the infinite faith in the Kingdom of God be speculated by mere mortals."

Amidst the lingering divine sounds, waterfalls of faith flowed into the main body of the radiance sitting on the throne from above. The latter raised his right hand slightly, punched forward, and the waterfalls of faith disappeared several times.