The most difficult system to open in history

After coughing for a while, the old voice on the bed continued to resound in the hall:

"Bring me a glass of water."

"As ordered."

Although the old waiter was very old, his movements were not slow. He took a cup of tea from behind and handed it to the front respectfully. Completely pressed down, without any change in complexion.

I saw that the hand that stretched out from the golden tent of the bed to take the teacup was extremely black, without any flesh and blood, only black bones remained, which looked extremely terrifying, and was accompanied by bursts of stench.

However, the old servant is worthy of being the old man who followed the king all the way to the central government. He gently put the teacup into the hand of the black bone without moving darkly, and the voice continued:

"Your Majesty, this tea is brewed with the divine water from the Tiger Pao Divine Spring in Shangguo. It has the effect of warming the body and mind and washing away the filth. You may wish to drink more."

"My body is counted by myself."

After the old servant's voice fell, the majestic voice in the golden tent sounded immediately, and then the withered hand took the teacup back, and drank several cups before stopping.

Due to the shaking of the earth, it still appeared from time to time, and a large number of things continued to fall down in the entire hall. At the same time, because of the shaking of the bright stone, the interlaced lights and shadows in the hall kept jumping up and down, making people's eyes a little dazzled.

After a while, the bone-like figure in the golden tent put down the teacup, leaned against the soft bed, and closed his eyes to rest his mind.

Although many sachets were placed in the entire hall to cover up the smell, there was still a burst of stench coming out, and then a faint voice of inquiry sounded in the ears of these kneeling servants:

"Is Ting Sheng back?"

This voice of inquiry was extremely weak, and if one didn't listen carefully, one wouldn't even be able to hear what it expressed, but the old servant then straightened his body and responded softly:

"Returning to Your Majesty, Master Fu is still fighting the Holy One in the Immortal Court Holy Palace, and the two have not yet decided the winner."

"How long has it been since he blasted open the fairy gate?"

"Your Majesty, it has been more than three years."

After the old servant's words fell, the slightly closed eyes of the central Shangguo elder on the bed opened a little, and a voice that could not distinguish any emotions sounded:

"It's been more than three years, so it's been so long in a flash."

When the voice fell, the old servant slammed his head heavily on the ground in front of him, and let out a loud cry:

"Your Majesty, this old slave believes that Master Fu will definitely be able to kill the Holy One and return home with victory. Our Central Shang Kingdom will also be able to win this bloody battle and stand proudly between heaven and earth."

The old servant's voice fell with enthusiasm, but the figure inside the golden tent reacted flatly, and then the light voice sounded again:

"Yin Wen, is there any news coming through?"

This question interrupted the old servant's impassioned speech, and continued to respond cautiously:

"Your Majesty, Third, Third Highness, he still has no definite news."

But the strange thing is that after this response came out, the figure lying on the bed did not respond for a long time. , shout out:

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty?"

The extremely panicked voice of the old servant resounded through the hall, causing the panic to spread directly to the outside, and all the servants who were kneeling on the ground almost burst into tears.

However, the next moment, the figure on the bed opened its eyes and let out a scolding voice:

"Why cry, I'm not dead yet!"

This scolding was deafening and exploded.

Just like a dying old dragon, unwilling to be eroded by the years, it roared!

Chapter 1908 Who are you?

"Why are you crying, I'm still alive!"

In the Royal Hall of Shangguo Tangdu in the middle of the country, the old gentleman roared, and the old servant who roared flew tens of feet away, rolling like a ball on the ground of the hall.

The rest of the servants screamed again and again, and they were completely sent flying, smashing on the wall of the main hall, and directly spurted out a mouthful of blood.

"puff!"

The earthquake caused by the battle on the front line still spread outward vigorously, and then a ray of light began to appear at the end of the sky, indicating that the deeply imprisoned dawn finally broke free from the darkness and appeared in the world.

A white belly appeared in the eastern sky, and what was even more dazzling was the supernatural light and shadow produced by the two sides of Tangdu's inner city. Every time the colorful supernatural powers exploded, it heralded the loss of countless lives.

The light and shadow flickered, passed through the towering fortresses, and the devastated ruins, spread outward, and then lit up outside the windows of the people in the outer city, just like lightning and thunder falling outside the window, breathtaking.

"Crackling."

The vibrating sound of pots and pans in the house was endless, and then a woman sitting on the edge of the bed picked up a coarse cloth and put it on her body, sighed slightly, and said in a dull voice:

"Wars, wars, these years have not been stable for a few days, if this continues, all the bowls at home will be shattered."

After the sound of complaining fell, a bright light of supernatural power just lit up outside the window, and this light shone into the room, illuminating the somewhat pale face of the middle-aged woman.

It is worth mentioning that, beside the teahouse in the house, there is still a somewhat thin figure sitting.

This figure was not only thin, but also very bleak. The clothes on his body were old. Amidst the woman's complaints, he lowered his head and remained silent.

The man's taciturn appearance made the woman, who was already in an extremely bad mood, look even worse. She raised her eyebrows, turned her head to stare at the figure in the darkness, and continued to chatter:

"Every time there is a war, the ground shakes endlessly, and I can't sleep well, and then I have to vomit out all my internal organs, and in recent days, the frequency of this war is getting faster and faster, and I can't live a good life at all. !"

"Ma'am, this bloody battle between the Central Kingdom and the Holy Court is a fight between two great powers. If you complain to me, what can I do?"

The thin figure beside the tea table didn't look back, but shook his head in the darkness with a helpless expression on his face, and these words undoubtedly stimulated the woman's already tense nerves even more, causing the latter to stand up abruptly, even more so. The cold and stern voice sounded again:

"It doesn't matter? You said it lightly. Look at our former neighbors. Everyone has left. Even Er Mazi, who used to be a housekeeper and guard, escaped with his wife yesterday, away from Tangdu. right and wrong.

"how about you?"

As soon as the rhetorical question came out, the figure at the tea table buried his head lower and continued to say nothing. Then the woman stepped forward aggressively, raised her hands on her hips, and continued to complain:

"You are so useless, everyone has run away, and our surroundings are turning into a ghost land, you are still guarding this broken house, what are you trying to do, I don't know when, this front line defense will be breached, you and I will be the first Dead wretch."

As soon as the words "unlucky ghost" came out, the figure beside the tea table sighed again, looked into the woman's angry eyes, and said:

"Ma'am, when we came to Tangdu a few years ago, we were poor and poor. At that time, you said that your greatest wish was to buy a house of your own in this Tangdu where every inch of land is expensive.

"After so many years of hard work, I finally got a house, but now I have to stay away from fleeing. I really don't want to give up. This is my life savings."

As soon as the words came out, the woman's complexion changed, and after moving her mouth, she responded loudly:

"Natural calamities and man-made disasters, good and bad fortunes are unpredictable, who would have thought that the imperial capital of the Central Shang Kingdom would have war disasters, why am I so miserable in my life, first I followed you, a worthless wretch, and finally settled in Tangdu, and then What kind of Laoshizi Zhanluan!"

Before the woman said this, the man sitting in the room suddenly stood up and walked straight out of the room, and then the woman's voice sounded from behind:

"There's a war going on outside, where are you going?"

"I'm going out to relax."

"You don't want to die?"

A sharp roar came out of the woman's mouth, and then she immediately caught up and stretched out her hand to grab the figure who pushed the door open.

But the strange thing is that the woman's grasping grasp was in vain, and after the latter reacted, he suddenly found that the honest man in front of him had disappeared into the night.

In the inner city of Tangdu at dawn, even though the sky was already turning pale, it was still extremely dim, and under the impact of the fierce battle on the front line, the streets were even more empty.

What's even more strange is that when this somewhat thin figure walked out of the door, his figure became more and more blurred, and finally merged into the void like a vague phantom.

But the faint flow of space above the street indicates that in this deeper space, there are strange existences swimming at an extremely fast speed.

Then I saw this faint space ripple, which crossed the criss-crossing uninhabited streets at a speed of almost teleportation, and began to approach the fierce battlefield where each other was fighting fiercely.

And as the ripples approached, the more violent supernatural energy swept towards him like a torrent, and at the same time, the extremely strong bloody aura, together with the splashed heads and stumps, fell down with a clatter.

The cruelty of this frontline battlefield is beyond anyone's imagination!

But no matter the ripples of magical power sweeping through the void, or the broken arms and stumps falling down like rain, they can't affect the figure hidden in the depths of this space in the slightest.

After about thirty breaths, this figure appeared at the outermost edge of the battlefield, and then he stood on the spot, looked up at the sky, looked at the sky where the supernatural power exploded outward, and remained silent.

After a long time, this person raised his right hand, lightly grasped it, and his whole body exploded outwards. He actually merged directly with a magical power that rose not far away, and rushed to the place where the Holy Court army was located above.

This series of actions of this person was almost silent, and half a quarter of an hour after this person disappeared, above the sky, there was another fire-type supernatural power rushing towards the sky, rushing out of the Dragon Barrier, and bombarding the Holy Court Barrier above, Numerous flames exploded.

"boom!"

The supernatural powers were annihilated and splashed outwards. The next moment, another extremely inconspicuous spark exploded towards the sky above.

Then, in the depths of this small flame, small phoenix wings stretched out, and with a light wave, they flew up and disappeared in place in an instant.

Only one insignificant word remains:

"I want to see, who are you?"

Chapter 1909 Gou Chen Dajun

The sky is endless, and the nine layers of sky towers overlap each other, making the sky so high that I don't know how many thousands of miles it is.

Throughout the ages, creatures on the ground have instinctively pursued the sky, and before monks want to set foot on the bridge of heaven and earth, they must also span the entire nine heavens.

Under such a model that has been handed down since ancient times, it seems that if all living beings on the ground want to transform, if they want to become immortals, they must seek and touch the deeper sky.

The sky is greater than the earth!

This kind of thinking was magnified hundreds of times in the era when Xianting Shenggong ruled the world.

The Immortal Palace is high above the nine heavens, ruling and overlooking the entire earth. At the same time, a person above the earth is overhauled against the sky, and can be ranked among the immortals and rule the Three Realms.

In other words, the former Immortal Palace has formed an extremely perfect ruling system to maintain the circulation between heaven and earth during its long and incomparably long years of rule. To describe this rule in the simplest terms, it would be It is the rule of heaven and earth.

Sitting on the sky, rule the earth!

Therefore, the core of the rule of the Immortal Court Palace lies in the palace on the cloud where countless immortal saints have entered and exited, and the ladder to the sky that has no physical body but inherits the vision of countless people becoming immortals.

This ladder is at the top of Tangdu. It outlines a faint light and shadow in the darkness, and one step after another, it stretches upwards, passing through the perilous Nine Heavens Tower, and reaching the ruins of the Immortal Palace.

For countless years, although I don't know how many people have really stepped into the fairy gate from this ladder, but it does not affect the greatness of this divine ladder and the expectations it carries.

When dawn broke, the nine-day sun poked its head out at the end of the east, and the supernatural lights and shadows that were disillusioned with each other below flickered, illuminating the already blurred ladder to the sky, flickering on and off.

Suddenly, a blurry wave of space rushed from below, and came directly to the ladder, and then a thin figure stepped out in the void, stepping firmly on the ladder.

This person was still wearing an extremely dilapidated coarse cloth, and his middle-aged face was covered with scratches after being eroded by wind and frost, but he easily stood on this ladder that monks dreamed of but couldn't get. It's like standing on the stairs of your own house.

But at this time, the middle-aged man didn't have any joy on his face. Instead, he raised his head, stared at the blurred scene above the sky, and fell into a long silence.

After a while, some snowflakes began to float above this high altitude, and then these snowflakes fell on the face of the middle-aged man, but passed through in a blink of an eye.

In the next breath, the middle-aged man no longer hesitated, and stepped directly along the stairs in front of him.

"puff!"

This light step forward made a sound that sounded from the void from nowhere.

After that, I saw strands of streamer gushing out from the stairs at the middle-aged man's feet, like a mountain spring erupting suddenly, directly following the ladder at the former's feet, all the way up.

Moments later, the figure of this person merged directly into the stream of light, disappeared in place in an instant, and began to lead to the ruins of the sacred palace in the fairy court high above.

The speed of this stream of light was faster and more violent than the thunder that shone in the world. It traversed the nine heavens all the way, and it only took a very short time to cross the entire Stairway to Heaven that was many miles long.

Then the streamer that rushed into the outer sky that day exploded directly, and the figure of the middle-aged man stepped out of the light again. At this time, his robes were flying, and there seemed to be infinite aura surging inside his body.

Immediately afterwards, the man continued to look up, and at the end of his line of sight, it was the magnificent and supreme palace that was looming in the interweaving of dawn and darkness.

Even though this Immortal Court Palace has lost its former brilliance and left only dilapidated ruins, it still makes everyone who has witnessed it tremble and cannot help being in awe.

The middle-aged man standing proudly in the void was no exception. Then he took a deep breath imperceptibly, and continued to rise slowly, heading towards the Nantianmen platform of the holy palace ruins.

Along the way, a large number of rubble and ruins floated in the void, and even on some buildings, there were still golden blood splashed out by those gods and gods when they were blasted to pieces during the war tens of thousands of years ago.

"It was really a tragic battle. It was so sad that it was devastated overnight."

A murmuring sound came out of the man's mouth, and then he raised his right hand, stretched it forward, waved it lightly, and immediately countless stars gushed out of his hand.

These strands of bright starlight seem to have some kind of indescribable mighty power, gently wrapping the broken walls and ruins floating above the void.

After a few breaths, after these stars were far away, these ruined walls, as if they had been repaired by the world's most almighty master craftsman, perfectly restored their once grand and vast appearance.

"rise!"

A low shout came from the mouth of the middle-aged figure, and then the latter opened his hands and lifted them up, more starlight poured out of his body, rushing upwards.

Starlight crossed the border, tall and majestic pillars carved with infinite runes, erected directly along the road, and on each of the divine pillars, there were vivid shadows of immortals and saints engraved.

At this time, these sacred pillars were spread along the road, standing on both sides, as if countless immortal officials were welcoming the arrival of a supreme being, and even if you listen carefully, you can faintly hear the cry from the past:

"All the immortals welcome the gods, welcome the gods!"

For some reason, accompanied by these cries, this middle-aged man with shabby clothes and stooped body stood up inch by inch. At the same time, there seemed to be a great and supreme soul in his body, which was gradually waking up. .