Tian Yuan

A corpse of the emperor was defeated, and the laws of the emperor's pattern were broken and shattered.

Nangongge watched this scene, his mouth was parched, blood dripping from his holy pupil.

The pain in body and soul can't stop Nangong Ge's will to peek into the past.

The body of a mortal can actually cut off the laws of the emperor's way.

Unbelievable!

With the advent of the era of troubled times, secret realms appeared everywhere.Some ancient books have been dug out, recording some ancient traces.

The ancient book clearly stated that the emperor lived for 10 years and was invincible throughout his life.

However, the battle of the ancients that Nangong Ge saw was completely different from what the ancient books said.

A jade-robed man whose appearance was concealed held a silver gun and killed seven emperor corpses.Its true combat power is definitely no less than that of ordinary emperors.

Although the second half of the Shenqiao is full of the emperor's corpse, the emperor's prestige contained is obviously not weak.

Nangong Ge originally thought that the jade-robed man could climb to the other side, but a more terrifying unknown force surged out and knocked back the jade-robed man who had stepped on the other side, causing his body to shatter, and thus failed.

"pity......"

Seeing this, Nangongge couldn't help but feel his heart tighten, and he felt emotional.

Then, look at the traces of the past again.

Nangongge seemed to see the direction where the emperor's corpse fell.

Forced deduction, regardless of their own safety.

An emperor's corpse tainted with devilish energy fell into the sea of ​​chaos.

The other six emperor corpses seemed to have landed in the same position.

Is that... the Northern Wilderness area?

The picture was too blurry, Nangongge was suspicious and not sure.

Continuing to spy on the past, the physical body began to suffer backlash, the meridians burst, and blood flowed.

Nangongge felt that her body could last a little longer, so she gritted her teeth and persisted.

The fuzzy scene in the distance, flashes of lightning, covered by thick fog, appear and disappear from time to time.

He saw heroes from ancient times.

Some eminent monks stepped on the divine bridge full of mist, cleared the way with Buddhism, paved the way with flesh and blood, and pushed the mist to both sides.In the end, his head was separated from his body and straddled the Broken Bridge area, leaving an indelible mark.

His head remained on the opposite side of the broken bridge forever.

Many years later, a quasi-emperor came, dressed in a brocade robe, and climbed to the Shenqiao, wanting to go to the other shore.Guided by the footsteps of the eminent monk, he crossed the broken bridge and approached the other side step by step.

Getting closer and closer to the other side, the quasi-emperor was repelled by an unknown force, and was shocked back to the origin.

His body was riddled with holes, and he no longer had the strength to climb the bridge.

Went to a secluded place, built a mausoleum, lay in a coffin, and waited for death.

There is a jade pendant hanging around his waist, engraved with two words - Qiyou.

In the end, he died with regret, and his life came to an end.

hum!

Seeing this, Nangong Ge was like thunder, and immediately thought of one thing.

In ancient times, Qiyou Zhundi.

It is said that a tomb of the quasi-emperor in the ancient world of Dizhou was Qiyou, and was later inherited by the eldest grandson Fengye.

Looking at the traces of time, more and more footprints of Emperor Zhun appeared before his eyes.

Tongyang, Lishang, Fengshi, Duanyu...

The supreme beings who were once famous all over the world, all set foot on the divine bridge, wishing for the great way.

However, their endings are the same.

It ends in failure.

However, it is undeniable that the footprints they left behind have made future generations see more clearly, guiding the latecomers to avoid detours and gradually approach the other shore.

Then, Nangongge peeked at the eve of the War of the Ancients.

The jade-robed man used his supernatural powers to search for the footprints of his predecessors, and walked into the mausoleums of Emperor Zhun one by one, and talked about the Tao with the will of the ancestors left behind, to make up for his own shortcomings.

No matter where he went, there was always a woman in red by the side of the man in the jade robe.

Then, the jade-robed man jumped down from the divine bridge and entered the dark area where the broken bridge was located.

At this time, the picture became extremely blurry, Nangong Ge couldn't see clearly at all, and could only vaguely see the tearing figure.

What did the man in the jade robe go deep into the Broken Bridge area?

Puzzled, curious.

Nangongge's body was already bleeding from seven orifices, his skin was open, and his flesh was bloody.

He knew that if he forced the calculation again, his life would be threatened.

However, the truth was right in front of him, how could Nangong Ge stop in his tracks.

"If you can get a glimpse of the scenery of the long river of time, it doesn't matter if you die."

After only a moment of hesitation, Nangongge made up his mind.

I am not afraid of death.

Urging the remaining Dao power of the true dragon's essence and blood to reverse the universe, Lang Ya's technique has been calculated to the extreme.

Its body is covered with dense ancient characters, which are difficult to understand.

Its holy pupil rotates counterclockwise.

Its body was covered with black lines, as if being eaten by countless ants.

Far away in the Langya Mountain Villa in the Dizhou, there was a sudden violent tremor, and a circle of yin and yang diagrams appeared in the sky, with a diameter of about one million feet. The sky seemed to be divided into two halves, one yin and one yang, life and death.

"The ancestral grave has changed, and there may be a catastrophe!"

The senior executives of Langya Villa woke up one after another, they noticed something abnormal, their hearts were tense, and their faces were pale.

"Go and find out where the prince is."

The old ancestor pinched his fingers and calculated, vaguely calculated that it might be related to the son, and hurriedly ordered.

"The traces of the son have been covered by unknown laws and cannot be found!"

The huge Langya Mountain Villa has used all its resources, but has not gained anything.

"Move the ancestor artifact, no matter what the cost, we must find the son, hurry up!"

On that day when the son was out, Langya Villa took out an ancestral body protector and asked the two maids to carry it with them, to ensure the safety of the son.

Now, the high-rises of Langya Villa are separated by endless void, intending to forcibly activate the ancestor artifact, so as to find traces of the son.

"Failed."

However, everything is useless, and the high level is like dead ashes, and I don't know how to deal with it.

Such an astonishing vision, with the aura of death everywhere, the son probably escaped death during this trip!

There is nothing else to do but pray.

In this case, Nangong Ge already had a countermeasure.

Before retreating and calculating, the surrounding sky, earth, and void have been covered, and the connection between the ancestor artifact and Langya Villa has been severed.

The pace of exploring taboos cannot be disturbed by anyone.

Even if you die, you will not regret it.

"open!"

In the remote area of ​​the Northern Wilderness, Nan Gongge didn't know anything about the outside world, and only wanted to dispel the fog and see everything.

Get ready, smash the legal obstacles in front of the road with strong means.

Consciousness sinks into the long river of time, every step, the damage to the physical body is irreversible.

"My way, please die."

Adhering to the will of death and life, Nangongge forcefully tore a crack in the wall of the law of time with the supreme deduction method and the cultivation base of Jindanqi.

Stepping in, the fog clears away.

He finally saw clearly.

Beneath the Shinkyo Bridge, there is a pitch-black and icy dark place.

A dead body stands.

Ten feet tall, dressed in tattered clothes, standing upright with eyes closed, and long hair hanging loose.

Although the vitality has been cut off and his face is bloodless, it is like a round of rising sun, shattering all the surrounding darkness.