"Hmmm! It's all polite, I'll take a look, turn around and leave. ”

Wang Ping's nose is not a nose, his face is not a face, he snorted lightly, and walked towards Shilu, leaving the disciples of the Three Sects silent.

Not only did the disciples of the Qingshan Sect know that this Elder is very unfair, but the disciples of the other two sects also know that this is a moody person, and a person who is not good at serving and slaughtering people is like playing.

Even Wang Ping didn't know that he was actually beating him crookedly, and the elder he had changed was just a temperament with empty eyes, which was in close proximity to his appearance, not to mention these disciples who guarded the stone house, even if they were people from the same sect and sect, they might not be able to recognize it.

Wang Ping walked to the bottom of the valley and walked around the stone house twice, but he didn't see anything wrong, and he didn't find anything extraordinary about this stone house.

I wanted to ask those guards of the church, but when I thought about it, I was an elder, wouldn't it be timid, if I had to ask this question? So he simply walked directly to the stone house, and he couldn't see anything outside, so he could only go inside to see.

Walking into the stone house, Wang Ping suddenly felt a heavy sense of historical vicissitudes coming to his face, but from this sense of historical weight, he could appreciate the extraordinary coming of the stone house with his eyes closed.

After walking into the stone house, Wang Ping looked around, it was a very simple stone house, there was a stone table in the middle of the main room facing the door, there was no painting on the stone wall above the stone table, but there was a word "immortal"

The word "immortal" is majestic, with a very old-fashioned pen, although the strokes are simple, but there is a faint charm of the road to simplicity in circulation, a qiē are in the simplicity of the birth of extraordinary.

Looking at this word, Wang Ping first thought that it was the way of heaven and the way of nature, but after staring at this word for a while, Wang Ping had a deeper understanding.

The person who wrote this word must be a master who will be the top of the world, and it can be said that he is the first person under the way of heaven, so what kind of person is such a person? The answer is about to come out, the supreme emperor, no one can have such a mind except the supreme emperor.

Is it any wonder that all three religions regard this place as a battleground? It turns out that this is the case, the relics left by an emperor, the precious Cheng dù is self-evident, even if it is broken, it has to be grabbed in his own hands.

Looking at it again, Wang Ping felt in a trance that a person with a slender figure and waterfall-like black hair with his back to him standing in front of him was also looking at the word on the wall.

Wang Ping didn't know who this person was, but he knew that this person was likely to be a phantom left by the emperor who wrote this word back then, and the power of the emperor's supreme power was unimaginable to ordinary people.

Because it was facing away from him, Wang Ping couldn't tell who this person was, even if he was face-to-face, he couldn't recognize it, unless it was this emperor with his iconic Extreme Dao Emperor soldier.

"Alas......"

After a long time, the figure sighed lightly, and suddenly disappeared, Wang Ping was like being struck by lightning, and the blood vessels in his body almost burst, and a huge power penetrated his whole body from top to bottom.

Burst!

Wang Ping couldn't help but spurt out a mouthful of blood, which burned in the air as soon as it spurted out, and burned out in the blink of an eye, leaving nothing behind.

The blood on Wang Ping's face faded, and he couldn't help but tremble, struggling to endure the unbelievable pain, I felt that this sudden pain was no less than the pain when he used the heavenly thunder to refine his body for the first time, and he was almost broken.

After a long time, Wang Ping finally carried this pain, as if he had been ironed by an iron, very comfortable, and the comfortable Wang Ping almost showed his original form.

After waiting for a qiē to calm down, Wang Ping wiped the cold sweat on his head, and said in his heart, the power of the emperor is too unpredictable, this is just a phantom left by the emperor supreme, a sigh is comparable to the power of the heavenly tribulation, if the real emperor stands in front of him, I am afraid that he will not be able to hold on to it for a second.

However, this sigh may be just a sigh for the Emperor Supreme, but for Wang Ping, it is simply a kind of Great Dao Tianyin empowerment, which made him understand a lot in an instant.

Immortal!

Countless cultivators have spent their whole lives trying to prove that immortals exist, but to no avail, earthlings pursue immortality, cultivators pursue immortality, and the gods pursue immortals, and immortals are immortals.

No one knows, even the Emperor Supreme of the God Realm wants to know, but in the end, he didn't give a successful example to future generations, and in the end, he either sat down, or shattered the void and entered the earth realm, and what about the people who can come back from the earth realm? No, none of the Emperor Supremes who had ascended from the Divine Realm came back again to tell the Divine Realm that there were immortals in the Human Realm.

Therefore, for the emperor, the immortal is not only their pursuit, but also the existence of the zài that they taboo, the supreme emperor, the longevity of ten thousand years, compared to ordinary people, it is already considered immortal, but ten thousand years of leisure, and will not be able to live with heaven and earth.

Wang Ping now truly understands what kind of state of mind the person who writes this word is, that kind of state of mind cannot be described with pen and ink, only those who really experience it will understand.

Wang Ping couldn't help but feel sad for those emperor supremes who went forward and succeeded, they had reached their peak, but they seemed to have spied on another door, but when they wanted to step in, they found that none of the qiē in this door could be controlled by themselves, and whether they were immortal or not was also up for debate, what kind of mood was that!

After being silent for a while, Wang Ping still came out of this feeling, after all, the emperor was still too far away from him, and after staying in the middle room for a while, Wang Ping came to the room on the left again.

This room is very simple, the walls are empty, there is nothing, not even cobwebs, not even dust after all these years, it is still very clean.

Wang Ping felt that this was probably the emperor's study, and when he left, he emptied everything, leaving only such an empty house.

Since there was nothing to study here, Wang Ping walked directly to the house on the right to see what was in this room.

As soon as he entered the room, Wang Ping was stunned, only to see that there was indeed something in this room, a stone table in the middle, and a stone bed in the corner.

What surprised Wang Ping the most was not these, but that there were ten big characters on the stone wall next to his right hand, and they were written in ancient seal script, which was exactly what Wang Ping knew.

"Heaven and earth are unkind, and all things are used as dogs."

It's a product of the earth again, Wang Ping's head buzzed, one head is three big, how could he never have imagined that he would see these ten words here, could it be that this emperor is from the earth?

If you think about it carefully, it's impossible, because the history of this text is only more than 3,000 years, and 10,000 years have passed since the nearest Demon Emperor, and this emperor can't be the Demon Emperor.