On the second day, another sigh with a strong emotional color resounded in the sky.

"What should come is always coming, and it is always time to face. ”

The one who opened his mouth was a jade-faced scholar carrying a bamboo lou filled with scrolls.

He was hunting in purple, with long hair and a shawl, a handsome and handsome spirit, and a nose like a hanging gall. The whole body shows the temperament of a book, and I can't see that there is a strong aura hidden in my body, plain and bland, walking in the sea. Wherever he passed, the waves diverged, and the sea level was calm like a pool of lake, quiet and eerie.

"Is it another self-proclaimed legend who has survived the glory of the previous life and made great achievements in this life?" Looking at the scholar's calm and waveless back, people's hearts trembled.

"Is it him?" a scruffy old man with greasy hands and a chicken leg in his mouth raised his eyebrows, surprised.

"The husband of the Egret Fairy, the purple-clothed scholar?" The Nightmare King of the Ancient Clan watched this scene from a distance, and his heart turned upside down.

In the isolated island, Wu Heng saw the back with the eyes of heaven and muttered to himself, "What kind of person is that?"

"That's an ancient sage of the Terrans. A fossil-level figure from the Xuanyuan family who had lived for an unknown number of years replied with trembling lips.

"Wang, this damn thing. The big yellow dog yelled at the purple-clothed scholar as if he saw an enemy, but the other party didn't look back, and disappeared into a heavy fog in front of him.

In the eyes of everyone, this immoral dog is pretending to be senior, could it be that the legendary-level character has hatred with it?

Wu Heng secretly said, "Dead dog, what's the origin of that guy?"

The big yellow dog said: "The purple-clothed scholar is a very legendary existence, his cultivation is not very strong among the legends, but the technique of one-handed formation pattern is unmatched in the martial arts cultivation world, and drawing a scroll with empty hands can become a forbidden technique!"

Xuanyuan Yanran guessed: "He is the husband of the Egret Fairy, seven thousand years ago, the Egret Fairy was friendly with my Xuanyuan family, but in the end there was no trace, he came here, is it to look for the traces of the Egret Fairy?"

"What the hell is going on in the tomb of the ancient king?"

"For a long time, this place has been the end of all kinds of legends, and no one knows why they chose to come here. ”

"So, does that purple-clothed scholar want to come to the tomb of the ancient king to find out his wife's life and death?" Wu Heng asked.

"Maybe. Xuanyuan Yanran nodded uncertainly.

On the third and fourth days, many familiar faces appeared one after another, as well as some unfamiliar but long-heard characters and hidden families.

Lingshan Sun Yiqing came, and the barbarian king also arrived.

The Holy Lord of the Sun and Moon Palace fell into the snow and the stars were like the moon, and there were nearly ten heavenly powers around him.

Ouyang Lan's two sisters and brothers are also there, these two leading figures got good things not long ago, and their strength has improved rapidly.

The younger generation and the older generation came one after another, and the long-lived characters were so preoccupied that they seemed to have made a special trip to arrive for something. And Wu Heng and the others came to hunt for treasure, if Nuwa Stone was sealed in the tomb of the ancient king, he was determined to get it.

However, Wu Heng didn't dare to be blindly confident, there were too many big people who appeared, and even the existence of legends was in the world, and there was always a vague sense of foreboding.

"Is the mainland lifting the ban like this, and legendary figures have been born one after another. Xuanyuan Lin appeared in the western sky, his eyes became solemn, and he felt that his burden was much heavier.

The old turtle man beside Xuanyuan Lin smiled: "It's okay, they don't dare to make a move at will at the moment, maybe they just rushed here for some kind of agreement." ”

Some of the young leaders that Wu Heng had never seen before began to gear up, coming from hidden families.

On the sixth day, the fog gradually cleared a little, and several figures rushed into it, including the immortal god of war and the purple-clothed scholar. Seeing this, more people flocked to the tomb, and their hearts were boiling, what kind of earth-shattering secret does the legendary tomb of the ancient king contain? Everyone wants to explore one or two.

"Ahh

It didn't take long for the screams to come from the fog, and a god of the ancient clan, a strong man of the heavens, roared and screamed, and was shocked and flew hundreds of feet away, and blood kept gushing out of his mouth.

A peak powerhouse of the Three Heavenly Realms directly turned into pus and blood and dissolved near the tomb of the ancient king.

The Great Sage of Jinpeng was forced to withdraw, his eyes were vicious, and his body was stained with a little blood, and he roared angrily: "It's really hateful!"

The old Taoist of Qilin is not bad, but his blood is reversed, and he has suffered a little injury.

"What's going on?" The hearts of the monks who were watching and didn't approach easily rose, why were the Jinpeng Great Sage and the Qilin Daoist forced to retreat?

And there is a god powerhouse who was seriously injured and submerged in the surrounding islands, and it is estimated that he has recuperated from his injuries.

"The powerhouse at the peak of the Three Realms of Tongtian actually didn't even come back!" Outside the tomb of the ancient king, many people gasped, such a ban was too terrifying!

"If you come in, you will be safe, and with the current power of prohibition, we can't get in. The Qilin Dao Elder retreated to the back line and gradually disappeared from people's field of vision.

Wu Heng is not in a hurry at all, after all, this thing is not in a hurry. He had been looking at the True Immortal Scroll from the extraterritorial battlefield in the isolated island, these handwriting was obscure, but whenever he figured out the true meaning of one of the words, Wu Heng would naturally feel a sense of satisfaction, and after translating one of the words, he couldn't help but applaud.

He gradually became obsessed with these volumes, and in his handwriting, there was no avenue or reason, and some were purely some experiences.

In one of the texts, it is written: "The most precious Dharmas are in your every move, and when you start to pay attention to your every move, then you will realize a lot of things. ”

There is also a true immortal handwriting that says: "I like to eat and sleep, and I also like to skip meals and sleep, do whatever I want, and jump out of the shackles." ”

The four words "jumping out of the shackles ......", Wu Heng pondered for a long time and began to have some clues.

Rumble!

Suddenly, Wu Heng danced the ancient hammer, the first hammer went down, the power was very small, the monk of the Xuanyuan family was surprised, is this playing?

But the second hammer is twice as powerful!

"That's the coherence technique of the Qiankun Divine Fist!"

"He actually used the hammer technique!"

The third hammer was smashed, and the entire island shook violently, and the power began to approach the level of a normal hammer.

However, Wu Heng can only play this third hammer consistently.

"Qiankun Ninety-Nine Punches, pay attention to coherence, multiply the power, and if it is used in weapons, it may be even stronger!"

Seeing the results of his comprehension, Wu Heng was overjoyed, this is definitely a big leap forward, the power of the Ancient Heaven Turning Hammer is superimposed to the ninety-ninth, it must be devastating!

It's just that there is still a long way to go, and now we need to practice more.

After the tenth day, the fog at sea level dissipated a lot, and there were great sages entering one by one, and there were not too many accidents.

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