Ryusuke Tanizu was crazy, without respect, and crashed headlong into the temple.

The door of the temple opened, and ten thousand golden lights flickered, like a fire burning clouds, shocking people's hearts.

Everyone flew up and stared at the inside of the temple.

The temple is like a hall of great majesty, with dragon pillars and dragon chairs inside, and the momentum of ten thousand people bowing.

This is different from the Tarim Basin, where the ruins of the Tarim Basin are the burial place of the body of the Emperor Zhenwu, but here is the place where the Emperor Zhenwu cultivated.

His soul may be here.

As soon as Tanizu Ryusuke entered, he immediately ran towards the dragon chair, and then knelt down on His Royal Highness and kowtowed to the dragon chair.

"Disciple Su Haolong, meet the Emperor Zhenwu!"

Tanizu Ryusuke's real name is Su Haolong, and at this moment he finally uses his real name.

When everyone outside saw it, they were disdainful and angry.

"This little devil, it's really shameless, damn, Ye Fan, go up quickly!"

Everyone urged Ye Fan to speed up his pace.

Ye Fan turned a deaf ear, he didn't seem to care about the temple at all, but took one step at a time, like worshipping.

Under his feet, the steps were thick and simple, but they exuded golden light, constantly nourishing Ye Fan's body.

He walked slowly, and did not enjoy the nourishment of the golden light, but wandered into the world, and his mind was full of stars.

That's right, it's the starry sky.

The starry sky worshipped by the true warriors of the Han Dynasty, they watched the stars and measured the moon, explored the power of the starry sky, and turned into true martial arts.

And the steps under your feet are cast by the power of the starry sky, which is actually an ancient road of the starry sky.

Ye Fan felt a sense of sadness in his heart, and felt sad in vain.

The sages forged the path of the starry sky, but left no footprints. Zhenwu has long been extinct, and what survives today is just a bunch of garbage.

Step by step, Ye Fan stepped on the road of the starry sky and walked to the highest place.

The wide-open temple is right in front of you.

Tanizu Ryusuke bowed inside, three times and nine times, very respectful and eager.

He was performing a kind of ritual, and he was so anxious that his forehead was sweating.

In the outside world, everyone also understood it and clenched their fists one after another.

"It's not good, I'm afraid that Ryusuke Tanizu is waking up Emperor Zhenwu, he is sacrificing!"

"Ye Fan doesn't know how to sacrifice, damn, he was robbed of the opportunity by Little Japan!"

During the discussion, Ye Fan had already walked towards the temple and stepped in.

As soon as he stepped inside, the temple shuddered, and Tanizu Ryusuke looked up in surprise.

I saw that on the dragon chair, a tall man wearing a dragon robe appeared.

The man wears a dragon robe and a crown, and his body is slender and domineering.

It's just that in this domineering, there is more of a world-minded bearing.

He is exactly the same as the Zhenwu Emperor in the Tarim Basin, but the Zhenwu Emperor in the Tarim Basin was killed by the Heavenly Dao people, and only endless domineering remained.

The emperor here is a benevolent king.

"Disciple Su Haolong, meet the Emperor Zhenwu!" Tanizu Ryusuke was ecstatic, thinking that he had summoned Emperor Zhenwu.

He held the Zhutian Sword up for the Emperor Zhenwu to see clearly.

In the outside world, the Chinese people were obscure, and the Dongying true warriors were all relieved.

Although Ye Fan startled them, it was still Tanizu Ryusuke who succeeded.

Emperor Zhenwu only has Tanizu Ryusuke in his eyes.

He stared at Tanizu Ryusuke without a breath.

Tanizu Ryusuke bowed for a long time, and Emperor Zhenwu didn't make any moves.

The crowd was quiet again, bewildered.

And Ye Fan had already walked to the side of Tanizu Ryusuke, he knelt down on one knee, and did not bow three times and nine times, but came here to pay homage to the Chinese sages with a pious descendant attitude.

"Ye Fan, a descendant of China, meet Emperor Zhenwu."

Ye Fan's voice was calm, and everyone could hear it clearly.

Ryusuke Tanizu had a gloomy face: "Do you think you can succeed?" You can't even ...... a sacrifice."

With a snap, Ye Fan gave him a slap.

He was stunned, and everyone in the outside world was confused.

In the Holy Realm, in front of the Emperor Zhenwu, Ye Fan actually made a move, how disrespectful it was.

Tanizu Ryusuke was furious, but he didn't dare to make a move, gritted his teeth and said, "Ye Fan, you are looking for death......"

There was another snap, and Ye Fan slapped him hard, turning him over in a circle, and blood flowed out.

"You!"

"Get out!" Ye Fan flew up and kicked Tanizu Ryusuke, who didn't dare to use his cultivation, into the air.

Tanizu Ryusuke flew out and almost rolled down the steps.

He roared angrily, pulled out the Zhutian Sword and roared: "Ye Fan, this is the temple of the True Martial Emperor, you dare to be so disrespectful!" ”

He was furious, and the outsiders were already stupid, for fear that Emperor Zhenwu would be angry and crush Ye Fan to death with one finger.

In fact, Emperor Zhenwu did move.

He cocked Erlang's legs, supported the dragon chair with his arms, and looked at Ye Fan with interest.

Everyone was startled, and Tanizu Ryusuke hurriedly put away the Zhutian Sword, kowtowing and trying to climb back in.

"Emperor Zhenwu, disciple of Zhenwu descendant Su Haolong......"

He was about to climb over the threshold, but the door of the temple was windless, and he closed it all at once, and pinched his pig's head.

There was an uproar from the outside world, and there was no doubt that Emperor Zhenwu didn't want to see Tanizu Ryusuke.

He whispered to Ye Fan in the temple.

The faces of the Dongying True Warriors were darkened, and it was difficult to accept this result. Tanizu Ryusuke covered the pig's head, trembling all over, and looked at the gate in despair.

Inside the door, Ye Fan bowed to the Emperor Zhenwu.

He knew that the True Martial Emperor in front of him was just an illusory image, but he still couldn't help but bow and worship.

"Are you an ancient clan? Or an ancient cultivator? Emperor Zhenwu suddenly spoke, his voice was very young and elegant, making people feel like a spring breeze.

Ye Fan was shocked and looked at Emperor Zhenwu in amazement.

Cultivator, this is the first time Ye Fan has heard this word from an outsider!

"Don't be surprised, later generations explored the secret of true martial arts, and predecessors are also exploring the secret of cultivating true martial arts. It's just that I didn't expect that in the world two thousand years later, there would still be ancient cultivators, where are your bloodlines? Penglai? Abbot? ”

Emperor Zhenwu smiled, very easy-going, as if he was talking.

Ye Fan looked confused, how did he know this.

"Looks like you're just a silly little doll." Emperor Zhenwu smiled again, and changed Erlang's legs, "You know the Hetuluo book, and you have also understood the way of the starry sky, and the gossip is not a problem, I have nothing to pass on to you, it is not good for you to have my mantle." ”

Emperor Zhenwu was suddenly solemn, and Ye Fan was inexplicably surprised: "Why did the Emperor say this?" ”

"You are an ancient cultivator, and my transmission of your true martial arts is harmful to you, which will not only limit your future, but also attract the Heavenly Dao people."

Emperor Zhenwu sighed, a little excited.

He was completely different from the emperor of the Tarim Basin, but like an elegant scholar.

Ye Fan muttered, "What exactly is the Heavenly Dao Crowd? Why can Zhenwu be exterminated? Or even kill you? ”

"The beings who represent the way of heaven are the people of the way of heaven, and they use their own selfishness to do the way for the heavens, do you think it's ridiculous?"

Emperor Zhenwu suddenly laughed, and for a while, he was like a person who was going to die, looking at the sky.

Outside, the sky was dark in vain, and just when everyone was stunned, dense lead clouds appeared in the sky above the Holy Realm.

The power of heaven and earth gathered in an instant, as if the way of heaven was going to strangle a person who defied the sky.

Tanizu Ryusuke was frightened, and quickly ran down the steps and jumped out of the holy realm, hiding behind the sect elder.

Everyone was so frightened that they retreated, away from the Holy Realm.

The entire Holy Realm was already surrounded by lightning, which was the power of the Heavenly Dao.

Ye Fan also sensed it, his face changed, and he felt his body numb.

Emperor Zhenwu laughed: "Little evil cultivator, this is a reward from heaven, don't you go through the training, it's better to go on the right path." ”

Ye Fan looked up at the sky, his gaze seemed to penetrate the glazed tiles.

"Good!" He understood what Emperor Zhenwu meant, this was a creation and a killing.

He flew straight up, crashed through the glazed tiles, and sank into the dark clouds.

The dark clouds are vast and boundless, and they are even wider than the purple qi coming from the east.

This was deliberately triggered by Emperor Zhenwu, who talked about the Heavenly Dao and attracted the punishment of the Heavenly Dao.

This punishment is to train Ye Fan.

Ye Fan missed the Heavenly Tribulation several times, and this time, he took the initiative to enter the Heavenly Tribulation.

Outside, the crowd was stunned and exclaimed: "My God, Ye Fan rushed into the lightning, he didn't want to die!" ”

"What's going on? Isn't it to inherit the mantle of Emperor Zhenwu? Why fight lightning? ”

Everyone retreated farther and farther, but they couldn't take their eyes off at all, staring at Ye Fan.

Ye Fan rushed to the sky, and the golden light of the entire Holy Realm also followed him.

Like a shooting star, he dragged a long tail flame into the dark clouds.

The boom and loud sound continued to explode, and the Nine Heavenly Powers fell, stirring up the dark clouds to disperse.

But thicker dark clouds appeared, and in the lightning and thunder, there seemed to be ghosts jumping.

Ye Fan's body of Buddha shines on the earth, and he utters a six-character mantra, incarnating as Emperor Shitian, and bombarding the way of heaven!

The crowd was speechless with astonishment.

But soon, Ye Fan was blown down, and his body turned into charcoal, almost shattered.

And when he fell, the True Martial Emperor took a step, and his tall figure crashed into the Heavenly Tribulation, grabbing a black shadow with one hand.

It was a monster-like thing, grinning with teeth and chains, constantly agitating the catastrophe.

This is not a real catastrophe, it does not come from the heavens, but man-made.

"It's been a long time, and it's still so ugly." The True Martial Emperor pinched his hand and crushed the monster.

Endless lead clouds rolled like the water of the Yangtze River, and the Emperor of Zhenwu was quickly swallowed, and golden light and lightning were constantly intertwined.

In the end, the Zhenwu Emperor was completely devoured, and the Heavenly Tribulation was cleared and drifted away.

No one knows what happened.

Only Ye Fan's heart was astringent, he withdrew his gaze to see the Zhenwu Emperor, meditated cross-legged, and his whole body was chopped, but within the Holy Realm, he was able to repair it, as if he was incarnated as the Zhenwu Emperor.

"Emperor Zhenwu...... Doutian? Failed? ”

"Ye Fan is seriously injured, hahaha, I'll kill you!" Tanizu Ryusuke roared, broke into the Holy Realm again, held the Heavenly Sword in his hand, and went straight to Ye Fan.

"Ye Fan, I see how you escape! Waste Zhenwu Emperor, even Tianwei can't fight, why do I need his mantle? ”