Tian Yuan

Within the ancient world, countless heroes were buried.

Xiang Qiyou, an ascetic who pursues the Dao.

His mausoleum has left inheritance and indelible traces.

"There is no way forward, life is not at the right time!"

This sad voice came from the depths of the mausoleum, echoed in the void, and lingered for a long time.

All the strong men stood outside the mausoleum, listening to this sad voice, as if they saw the old man standing by the broken bridge, they felt the same, their eyes sparkled, and the breath of despair enveloped the whole body.

If it weren't for the break of the Shenqiao, Xiang Qiyou would have achieved the fruit of the avenue, becoming the pinnacle of an era and sitting on the throne.

"Ding..."

In a trance, everyone saw a vague figure appearing in the void.

The man sat alone on the top of the mountain, gently plucking the strings.

At the beginning, the sound of the piano was melodious and powerful.

Then, the voice was bleak, like autumn leaves falling, a trace of sadness and helplessness came from the end of the years, permeating the soul.

At the end of the song, people dispersed.

A top existence in the ancient times, died of old age, his life came to an end, and he slept forever at the end of the mausoleum.

His lifetime Taoism insights and accumulated resources are located in every corner of the mausoleum.

Do you want it?

go find it!

If you are a predestined person, then everything in the mausoleum can be taken away.

But remember, once you step into the mausoleum, there is no turning back, and you are close to death.

If you get the inheritance, you will work hard to climb up.With the regret and unwillingness of Emperor Qiyou Zhun, he shaped a fearless heart and strode towards the road ahead. No matter what the ending is, don't regret it.

Outside the mausoleum, stands a stone tablet.

There is a word engraved on it - Tao!

The endless vicissitudes of life rushed over.

Looking carefully at the words on the stone tablet, there is an illusion of the soul leaving the body, as if entering a mysterious state, and one can vaguely see a trace of the order of the myriad ways.

Ordinary monks, just staring at the stele, feel awed in their hearts and dare not look more.

People with advanced cultivation have a deep understanding.Staring at the stele, I feel like a leaf of duckweed, which can be overturned by a gust of wind and waves, without the power to resist.

This stone tablet was inscribed before Emperor Qiyou Zhun was enthroned, and it contained countless thoughts and perceptions of the principles of the Great Dao.

"Mine, it must be mine!"

Looking at the mausoleum, a Mahayana monk clenched his fists tightly, his face was tense, the ambition in his eyes could hardly be concealed, and he roared and roared in his heart.The body began to be out of control, and he took a step towards the mausoleum.

"I once obtained an ancient book from an ancient ruins, which recorded part of the life story of Emperor Qiyou Zhun. He entered the Tao with melody, played the piano, and was able to suppress a powerful enemy for a lifetime. Sitting alone on the top of the mountain, he did not meet his opponent. "

An old man with gray hair had a look of excitement on his face, and his voice trembled slightly.

"There is a gap in the way ahead, which stops the pace of Qiyou Zhundi. He is a real unrivaled Zhundi, and what is left behind must be the most precious thing in the world."

More and more monks became excited, their hearts were beating violently, and their whole bodies were numb, as if electricity had flowed through their bodies.

During the Baimai feast that year, Chen Qingyuan and others came to this palace.

At that time, Chen Qingyuan was served by the spirit of the palace, drinking tea and chatting.

However, Chen Qingyuan was at a loss when he heard some words of Gong Lingzhi.

In addition, the Buddha has passed all the assessments of Emperor Qiyou Zhun, and he can get the inheritance of Emperor Zhun as long as he nods.However, in the face of this temptation, the Buddha was unmoved, and actually refused directly.

The reason for rejection is simple: not suitable.

If the powerful people standing outside the mausoleum knew about this, they would definitely think that the Buddha was reckless and stupid.

"clang!"

With a loud bang, the door of the mausoleum opened.

A brand-new prosperous age kicked off. The spirit of the ancient temple wanted to find a suitable successor for the lord to inherit the last wish of the lord. He didn't want to see a higher scenery, but at least let the world know one thing. Emperor Youzhun once came to this world.

"on!"

The moment the palace door opened, someone couldn't bear it anymore and rushed in.

No matter what dangerous place is inside, it can't stop the ambitious guy.

Take a life that can't see the peak, and bet on a future that stands at the peak, it's worth it!

......

Old earth, deep.

The red mist covered everything around, and the unknown voice plucked Chen Qingyuan's heartstrings.

He has fought nineteen times, and the opponents he faces have gradually become stronger.

After being honed in battle, Chen Qingyuan has a deeper understanding of the changes in his body.

He no longer waited for the change in the scene in front of him, but walked forward with a red mist and firm eyes.

No matter what lies ahead, go forward without fear.

"Boom!"

The void in front of him exploded, and a burly man stepped forward, majestic, showing domineering power with his hands and feet.

Chen Qingyuan paused, narrowing his eyes slightly.

The opponent this time made Chen Qingyuan's heart tremble a little, blood began to boil, and the look of expectation in his eyes gradually became stronger.

Traces of the emperor in ancient times!

This is different from the situation in Tianshu Tower. The heroes drawn at that moment were only at the extreme of a certain realm. Although the strength they displayed was very strong, it was ultimately limited.

The current situation is very special.

The law of time in the old soil, the will of the outstanding people left behind in the old days.

The young emperor, with the same cultivation base as Chen Qingyuan, is in the late stage of fusion.However, the young emperor's will was tainted with a trace of the emperor's mark in the peak period, and he was able to control the extreme art.

In short, the young emperor possessing a trace of emperor pattern and emperor art, although he only has a late-stage cultivation base on the surface, his real combat power is extremely terrifying, enough to sweep the monks in the three realms before the catastrophe, and even stronger.

"The traces of time in the old soil are fascinating and frightening."

Chen Qingyuan stared at the blurred figure in front of him, his fighting spirit rose, and he was eager to try.He is obsessed with the strange laws of the old land, and he can meet a real opponent here, and he can have a hearty battle without worrying about the consequences.

As for the trace of fear deep in his heart, it didn't come from his opponent, but from the end of the old soil.

During the period of staying in the old land, Chen Qingyuan often had delusions.

It seemed that more than one gaze was watching him.

At the end of the old earth, what is hidden?

What kind of scene was the end battle a million years ago, makes people extremely curious.

"kill!"

Chen Qingyuan whispered a word, and a sword appeared in his hand.

The Seven Star White Jue Sword is the treasure of the Daoyi Academy.

Clang——

The sound of the sword is like the roar of a tiger and the roar of a dragon.

Zheng——

With a flick of his finger, the young emperor controlled a wisp of the power of the emperor's pattern, and the finger pierced through the void of thousands of miles, reaching the center of Chen Qingyuan's eyebrows.

With a wave of the sword, the trajectory of the finger light was disrupted, causing it to pass by.

The next moment, the void behind the finger glowed with dazzling brilliance, and an explosive flower with a diameter of a hundred miles bloomed.