Martial Dao Great Emperor

"Won't Taoist Master go in?" Luo Xiu looked at Xu Chengan. He was curious about what kind of opportunities the Lord of Destiny got after he came to the immortal world.

There was no one at the moment, so Xu Chengan also looked at Luo Xiu, "Fellow Taoist Qingyun, have we met before? Why does this poor Taoist feel like he knows you?"

"Haha, the Taoist priest may have misjudged the person." Luo Xiu said with a smile.

At the same time, more and more people rushed into the underground palace, including Ao Zhantian, a young and powerful man from the Immortal Dragon Clan.

And Luo Xiu also saw the Jiuyou Saint. Her clothes were fluttering, like a peerless fairy in the dust, and she was surrounded by many powerful people from the Jiuyou clan.

Of course, not all holy places have come. Some holy places are too far away. Even if you want to come, it is already too late.

The source of Tao is astonishing and appears in the Sancai Realm. Only the holy places in the surrounding realms have the opportunity to receive this opportunity.

There is a Tai Chi diagram hanging behind the head of Holy Son Gu Xu. There are no strong people around him. He seems to be alone in the underground palace.

Ye Luokong stepped on the auspicious clouds, and like a peerless young master, with a proud face, he also flew in.

"If the Taoist master doesn't go, I will take the first step."

Luo Xiu did not tell Xu Chengan more, as his identity at this moment would not be easily exposed to avoid causing more trouble.

For him right now, getting the source of the Tao is the most important thing. With the Supreme Source in his hand, the possibility of getting the source of the Tao will be greater than that of others.

As soon as his figure flashed, he turned into an escaping light and flew into the underground palace.

Xu Chengan was stunned for a moment, and he felt quite itchy when he saw more and more people entering the underground palace.

"Although Pindao is not good at fighting, whether he can get Taoyuan still depends on whether Taoyuan is willing to recognize him as his master. Maybe Pindao and I are also lucky, and Taoyuan really recognizes him as his master?"

After thinking for a while, Xu Chengan gritted his teeth, then took out a special talisman and carried it with him. It seemed that he felt very safe after wearing this talisman.

Immediately afterwards, Xu Chengan also turned into a escaping light, entered the underground palace, and joined the army fighting for the source of the power.

"Rumble..."

As soon as Luo Xiu entered the underground palace, he sensed powerful fluctuations of immortal energy. The first person to enter the underground palace seemed to have already started fighting, and there was a fierce fight.

This is a big melee, and all major holy places and forces from all sides are involved. As long as they enter the underground palace, no one will be spared.

"Kill!"

"Path source is mine!"

Some people were so furious that the people around them were already dead. They exploded into a mist of blood, with broken limbs and broken arms flying around. It was too horrible to see.

There were shouts of killing everywhere, and the melee was extremely brutal. Many young people from all parties were killed or injured.

The melee lasted for nearly an hour, and no one knew how many people died.

It is like a natural selection of survival and elimination, so no one will remember the dead, but those who survive seem to have experienced a test and strengthened their belief in aspiration to become immortal in the future.

"I don't dare to go in..."

Blood covered the ground, almost staining the underground palace red. Some people's faces turned pale and their legs trembled. Even though they were lucky enough to survive, they were almost scared out of their wits and did not dare to go deeper.

After all, we haven't seen Daoyuan yet. If Daoyuan appears, there will definitely be a more brutal fight.

"Yes, we can't participate in such a fight at all. It's better to leave."

"Even if I feel unwilling to do so, it is still better than dying here."

Many people retreated and left quietly, but some people were still hesitant. After all, they had finally come here, and they were really unwilling to miss the opportunity to be recognized as the master of the Taoist source.

There was no more fighting for a long time, until they reached the end of the underground palace.

Those who walked in the front were always the saints and saints from the major holy places, while Luo Xiu changed his appearance and aura again and blended into the large group behind.

Even the golden lion's appearance was changed by him, turning into a black ink unicorn.

At the end of the underground palace, there is a palace, which is stained with rust, as if it has been eroded by time and has lost its shape.

"Is the source of the truth here?"

The entire underground palace has now been explored, and countless eyes are looking towards the dilapidated palace, expecting that Daoyuan is inside.

However, Luo Xiu in the crowd frowned, because there was still no response from the Supreme Source. There seemed to be no Tao Source here.

"Boom!"

The saints and saints joined forces to open the door of the dilapidated palace, and a crowd of people rushed in.

"Buzz!"

The light in the dilapidated palace was dim, and a monster whose whole body was made of steel rushed out. In an instant, the flesh and blood of several young masters walking with Luo Xiu were torn apart, and they screamed and wailed.

"Array puppet?"

Luo Xiu raised his eyes and looked up, but he did not sense the breath of life, only the fluctuation of energy. It was obvious that the creature in front of him was not a real living thing, but a puppet refined by formation methods.

The puppet's body was flashing with black light. After tearing apart several people, its scarlet eyes locked on Luo Xiu and rushed over at extremely fast speed.

Judging from the breath of energy fluctuations, this puppet almost has combat power comparable to that of the Immortal Lord.

The puppet is powerful mainly because its body is hard and it does not know how to use magical powers. Its true strength is still much inferior to that of the fairy master.

Therefore, Luo Xiu calmly raised his hand and grabbed it. The White Emperor's Immortal Sword appeared in his hand. With a horizontal slash of the sword, he chopped off the puppet's head.

"Qiang! Qiang! Qiang!..."

The fairy sword used by Bai Di when he was young was later re-refined after he became the Immortal Emperor. It had the power to transform decay into magical power and was nearly indestructible. It easily chopped the puppet of the Immortal Lord into broken parts.

Luo Xiu continued to walk forward and saw many people being killed by the powerful Immortal Lord's puppet, and many puppets were also blasted into powder.

Although no one in the younger generation can cultivate to the realm of Immortal Lord, those Saints and Saints all carry Immortal Weapons and above the Immortal level, and even Emperor Proving Artifacts. Once the power is activated, they can easily crush such puppet.

From the outside, this dilapidated palace is not that big, but the deeper you go, you find that the space inside the palace is incredibly large, as if it is endless.

After an unknown amount of time, Luo Xiu finally saw the end of the palace. The dark surroundings seemed to suddenly become brighter.

"boom!"

At the same time, the terrifying imperial power was overwhelming, even with Luo Xiu's powerful body, it was a bit unbearable, and he felt as if he was about to break into pieces.

"Damn it, do you think only you bullshit holy places have imperial weapons?"

The golden lion followed Luo Xiu, and was also almost thrown away by the impact of the terrifying emperor's power. He couldn't help but curse.

"Don't sacrifice the Five Color Immortal Furnace."

Luo Xiu didn't want to act in a high-profile manner, so he stopped the golden lion from being impulsive.

Looking closely, at the end of the palace, a stone platform rises like an altar.

On top of the altar, there is a table. On top of the table, there is a stone statue. The stone statue holds a black box in its hands, exuding the vicissitudes of time.