Shout!

A ray of thunder light, like lightning, crossed the Holy Emperor battlefield and rushed into the golden Holy Emperor Palace.

"Luckily it wasn't blocked. ”

Wang Yang, who stepped on the steps of the temple, looked at the colorful people surrounding the Holy Emperor Hall in all directions, and his solemn face relaxed.

There are more than 300 colorful figures in total, each of which has the cultivation of the Three Souls Fusion Realm, and several of them even faintly touched the Divine Power Realm.

If this is entangled, Wang Yang will have to explain here.

However, fortunately, in this Holy Emperor Palace, there is a special force, so that those colorful figures have not crossed the thunder pool for half a step.

After breathing a sigh of relief, Wang Yang turned his head to look at the Holy Emperor Hall in front of him and walked in.

Inside, there is not an empty hall, but a long corridor dozens of feet wide.

On the walls on both sides of the corridor, countless murals are carved, on which is a man in armor and riding a strange beast, leading a group of people into battle.

"Is this a mural of the Holy Emperor's battles during his lifetime? ”

Wang Yang looked at the mural and walked inside.

Through the frescoes, it is clear that:

The Holy Emperor led the warriors, invincible, invincible, conquered the vast territory, built the supreme dynasty, and thousands of forces were sincerely subdued, including human warriors and alien beasts and demon clans.

But eventually, a group of mysterious creatures descended from the Nine Heavens Void.

They were hideous-looking, neither human-like nor demon-like, and their bodies were surrounded by gray currents, each of which was extremely powerful, and numbered in the tens of millions.

The Great War was on the verge of breaking out, the Dynasty was overthrown, countless lives were lost, and even the most powerful Holy Emperor was besieged by all enemies and was in a worrying situation......

But when the mural came here, suddenly there was no carving.

Wang Yang, who was looking at it, was slightly stunned, and subconsciously looked up, only to find that he had walked to the end of the corridor, and in front of him was a colorful altar.

Wang Yang stared at it, and the seven-colored altar was exactly the same as the entrance to the Holy Emperor's secret realm, and the seven-colored altar where his mother was.

The only difference is that on the seven-colored altar in front, there is a seven-colored ancient seal floating quietly.

The colorful dragon seal on it was lifelike, and the dragon's eyes flashed with colorful light and looked at Wang Yang.

"Holy Emperor Dragon Seal!"

Wang Yang's eyes lit up.

According to his mother, the legacy left by the Ancient Holy Emperor was sealed in this seven-colored ancient seal.

The seven-colored ancient seal summoned by Chong Xuzi before was just a phantom shadow of the Holy Emperor's dragon seal.

A phantom power is enough to easily suppress Huangfu Qingyun, how terrifying this Holy Emperor Dragon Seal is, you can imagine.

The moment Wang Yang stepped out of the corridor, a clear dragon groan resounded throughout the ceremony.

Immediately afterwards, the seven-colored dragon seal on the seven-colored ancient seal, as if resurrected, rose into the air, turned into a large seven-colored dragon, and rolled Wang Yang to the seven-colored altar.

"If you want to inherit my strength, you must keep my oath, if you violate your faith, you will die and your soul will be destroyed!"

A simple and desolate majestic voice came into Wang Yang's mind.

"Oath-keeping?"

Wang Yang raised his eyebrows slightly.

I didn't expect to inherit the power of this Holy Emperor, what oath else needs to be guarded, if you violate the oath when you hear this, you will definitely die.

Could it be that this is the reason why no one has successfully inherited the Holy Emperor's Secret Realm so far?

"What oath?"

Wang Yang looked at the seven-colored divine dragon in front of him and asked.

Although he didn't know what the reason was, Wang Yang felt that there was a will in this seven-colored divine dragon, and this feeling was very clear, as if he was facing a big living person.

"Protect my people, defend my territory, and fight the evil demons forever!"

The majestic voice of the ancient desolation reappeared.

As soon as these words came out, on the seven-colored altar, the seven-colored light lit up, forming a picture.

In that picture, there is a vast country, with hundreds of millions of people in it, and it is extremely prosperous.

Immediately after, another picture appeared, and it was the mural on those hideous-looking creatures, which were obviously demons.

Although the appearance of these evil demons is a little different from the twin evil dragon martial souls of the original dragon mink, their cultivation seems to be even more terrifying, otherwise it is impossible to destroy the ancient generation of holy emperors.

However, after seeing these pictures clearly, Wang Yang was slightly surprised in his heart.

The kingdom built by the Holy Emperor was destroyed as early as ancient times, and the inheritor who had been here could not be the only one, and it was impossible for this colorful dragon not to know these things.

"Seniors, the end of the ancient era, the Holy Emperor Kingdom has also collapsed, now only the Holy Emperor Sect, there is still a predecessor inheritance, if the predecessors are willing, the younger generations will protect the Holy Emperor Sect Torch Inheritance will not be extinguished, so that the Holy Emperor residents will have no worries in this life, and kill the evil demons. ”

Thinking of this, Wang Yang looked at the seven-colored divine dragon and said truthfully.

"Demons are not extinguished, and all spirits are not at peace......"

In the colorful dragon, the desolate majesty reappeared.

In the next moment, a dazzling colorful light emitted, and before Wang Yang could react, the colorful divine dragon suddenly burrowed into his body.

The seven-colored ancient seal also flew into the air and appeared on Wang Yang's chest.

A majestic stream of colorful power continuously integrated into Wang Yang's heart, and then permeated to the limbs and the sea of souls.

Immediately, Wang Yang was immersed in a mysterious and mysterious artistic conception.

He seemed to be incarnated as the lord of heaven and earth, and countless avenues, laws, and artistic conceptions of perception clearly and thoroughly surfaced in his heart......

At this time, Wang Yang didn't notice that the Burning Sky bloodline in his body was quietly changing at this moment.

As if stimulated by those colorful powers, the blood continued to burn like flames, and the aura emitted became more and more terrifying.

Let Wang Yang's whole person gradually become crystal clear.

……

Boom Boom!

At this time, at the entrance of the Holy Emperor's Secret Realm, in that vast white space.

Bursts of deafening bombardment sounded endlessly, spreading far away.

But it was the seven people of the Black Soul Sect who had teleported from them, who were frantically attacking the Seven Star Enchantment that shrouded their heads.

"What kind of enchantment power is this? We've been attacking together for more than half a quarter of an hour, and we still haven't moved. ”

A Black Soul Sect martial artist, looking at the enchantment light shield with the light flowing of stars above his head, said with a somewhat solemn face.

"Sect Master, they may have already finished the battle, we must break this barrier prohibition as soon as possible and respond to the Sect Master and them. ”

Seeing this, the black-faced man, one of the five soul masters, had a gloomy gaze and said coldly: "Join the formation!"

"Yes!"

When the other Black Soul Sects heard this, the black mist was billowing on their bodies, and it was combined with the aura of the black-faced man who was also surrounded by black mist.

"Soul Gathering: Broken!"

The power of the seven people combined, and a black fist with a bowl mouth suddenly blasted out, and a violent explosion several times times more appeared, and the seven-star enchantment trembled.

On the seven-colored altar, Shangguan Yahui felt the tremor of the seven-star enchantment, and his eyes withdrew from the seven-colored altar and looked at the place of the seven-star enchantment again.

When she saw that the power of the Seven Star Enchantment had become a little chaotic, a look of determination flashed in her colorful eyes.