After Zhuo Chuan calmed down for a while, he looked up at the stele again, where there were two other carvings, different from the top, and the remaining two pictures did not have the tragedy of blood-stained Cangyu.

The second inscription depicts a vast palace that exists in an extraterrestrial starry sky, perched on an ancient star, and the palace is so vast that it can even be said that the entire star is this temple.

Beyond the starry sky, countless monks made pilgrimages, including demons, ghosts, human races, and barbaric ancient beasts whose bodies pressed the sky, and countless races came from all directions to meet the master of the starry sky temple.

This is a figure whose face is not clear, wearing battle armor, sitting upright in the temple, facing countless pilgrims in the starry sky, sitting firmly on the throne of the god.

The starry sky is vast, and this engraving gives the impression that the temple is the center of the universe!

"Martial God!" Zhuo Chuan's mind, another name slowly emerged, telling him the person recorded in this picture.

Immediately after, Zhuo Chuan set his sights on the third engraving.

There is no bloody sorrow of the Martial God, and there is no pilgrimage to the Holy Martial God, and the third painting is just a small wooden house, and a man dressed in coarse linen clothes sits at a wooden table.

On the table is a jar of sake, a plate of sake and fragrant beans!

"Martial God!" The third carving is too different from the above two, calm and comfortable, as if it is an ordinary village person, there is no bloody battle, there is no glory for me, only the dullness of everything.

The three carvings on the ancient stone tablet describe three supreme figures of unknown age, three martial gods!

"Fighting Martial God, Upper Saint Martial God, Zongwu God ......" Zhuo Chuan muttered, these three names he had never heard of before, and there was no record in the historical classics of Ziyang Cave Heaven at all.

What era is it?

Zhuo Chuan will not doubt the authenticity of the three martial gods, and he can leave an engraved picture on the heavenly monument in the depths of the ancient ruins, which is enough to prove that these three people really existed, and their strength is terrifying, and it is very likely that they belong to the figure of the Extreme Dao Emperor.

Thinking of this, Zhuo Chuan was even more interested in the secret world in the Heavenly Monument, maybe this was what the three martial gods left behind, which may contain their peerless inheritance.

Not only Zhuo Chuan, but all the monks who saw the carvings around the stele thought so, and they stared at the ancient stele with burning eyes, but none of them stepped forward.

Because, under the heavenly monument, there are three old men sitting cross-legged at this time, although they are very old, but the strength of the three people's qi and blood is very amazing, when they sit there, they seem to be three fierce beasts with their eyes closed, and no monk dares to step forward.

In fact, I noticed these three people as early as when Zhuo Chuan came, they were like the gatekeepers of the ancient monument, sitting here quietly.

The strength of the three old men was very strong, Zhuo Chuan couldn't see through their depths, and it was very likely that they were monks at the peak of the life acupoint or even the realm of the Six Lands.

"Fellow Daoist, what is the origin of those three seniors, and why are they sitting under the stone stele?" Zhuo Chuan asked a middle-aged monk with a dignified face, wondering the identities of those people.

"Hmm, don't you know?" the middle-aged monk looked at him in surprise, and suddenly realized that Zhuo Chuan was only a young monk about sixteen years old.

"Little Daoist friend has just left the sect, right?" He was a little surprised in his heart, such a young Tianzu monk was rare in Turing County, he was talented and intelligent, and most of them would become big names in various sects in the future.

"It's indeed the first time that the junior has stepped out of the sect. Zhuo Chuan replied, it seems that the three old men should be the leading figures in Turing County, otherwise the middle-aged monk would not have reacted in this way.

"The three seniors under the stele are Huangshan of the Feiyu Sect, Yuegu of the Demon Desolation, and Wang Qianjun of the County Lord's Mansion, all of whom are great monks in the realm of the Six Lands, and they are ordered to guard the secret territory of the Heavenly Tablet to prevent ordinary monks from entering. The middle-aged monk glanced at the three of them, and there was some helplessness in his tone.

"Prevent the monks from entering?" Zhuo Chuan wondered, the stone tablet in this ancient ruin should be an ownerless thing, why did the three forces prevent other monks from entering the secret realm of the heavenly stele?

The middle-aged monk seemed to see Zhuo Chuan's thoughts, shook his head and sighed.

"The Heavenly Monument Secret Realm has long been taken over by the three forces, except for the monks of the Six Lands Realm and above, no other monks other than the three forces are allowed to enter, and the Divine Blood Heavenly Foot Monks, only their people can enter. The middle-aged monk said.

"Why?"

Zhuo Chuan frowned, no wonder there were thousands of Heavenly Foot Destiny Cave Cultivators stopped in front of the Heavenly Monument, these were all people from other sects in Turing County, and they were blocked by those three people from the Heavenly Monument Secret Realm.

"Because of their identity in Turing County, and because of the three senior monks of the Six Lands realm under the stone tablet. The middle-aged monk sighed, in this world where strength is respected, how can there be so many "why"!

After the middle-aged monk left, Zhuo Chuan did not choose to leave this place, but circled around the vast stone monument.

The back of the ancient stele is not carved as before, and the stone edges are uneven, and it looks very rough.

Zhuo Chuan looked at the stele and asked the other monks about the origin of the stele.

The ancient carvings on the stele are amazing, and the information about the stele should be recorded in the ancient ruins.

Before leaving Ziyang, Zhuo Chuan had read a lot of ancient books about the ancient ruins, but he didn't find any words describing this heavenly monument.

It seems that this ancient monument has only recently appeared!

This is exactly the case, through the conversations of other monks, Zhuo Chuan knew that the ancient monument was only discovered in the past half a year.

It appeared completely out of thin air, without any earth-shattering movement, and overnight, this towering huge stone monument stood in the depths of the ancient ruins, as if blocking a road to the sky.

Some seniors have speculated that the ancient monument has existed since ancient times, but it was hidden in some kind of formation before, and with the revival of the ancient dojo this time, it was able to appear in the world.

People call it the "Monument to Heaven" or "Monument to the Martial God"!

The secret realm in the ancient monument was also discovered by the monks recently, but since the arrival of the people of the three forces, they have taken the secret realm of the heavenly monument as their own and do not allow ordinary monks to enter.

"If you are strong, you can really do whatever you want......"

Zhuo Chuan shook his head and sighed, who made the three forces strong, as the overlord of Turing County, no small sect could shake their status.

If the monks of other sects want to enter, they must only do so if they have cultivated to reach the realm of the Six Lands, or if they are allowed by the people of the three forces.

Zhuo Chuan was helpless, looking at the three old men sitting cross-legged under the stele from a distance, and his heart was inexplicable.

There were also monks who were dissatisfied with the three forces who stood up and wanted to mobilize everyone to protest together, hoping that the three forces would be forced to allow their monks to enter the secret realm under pressure.

The idea is perfect, but the reality is cruel!

Huang Shan of the Flying Feather Sect made a move, just a slap, it seemed that the sky had collapsed, and the monk of the life cave realm was seriously injured, and he was picked up and thrown into the depths of the mountain like a chicken, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

"If anyone is not convinced, just come to me for a theory!" Huang Shan glanced around with cold eyes, then closed his eyes and sat cross-legged again, not paying attention to these thousands of monks at all.

Since then, no one dares to show dissatisfaction, the Huangshan of the Flying Feather Sect is a cold-hearted person, and if someone jumps out, ten percent of them may become a cold corpse.

Dare to be angry but not speak, this is the mentality of countless monks outside the Heavenly Monument.

"Since you can't get in, why are you still staying here?" Zhuo Chuan was puzzled, the monks outside the Heavenly Monument didn't want to leave, and they stayed here, as if they were waiting for something.

"Everyone wants to enter the secret realm, who will leave?" The monk who was questioned by Zhuo Chuan smiled helplessly and turned to leave.

"Places?"

Just as Zhuo Chuan was puzzled, the surrounding monks suddenly became agitated, and everyone's eyes looked in one direction, and their eyes changed.

Zhuo Chuan followed their gaze and found that there was a monk in the sky in the distance who was speeding into the sky and went straight to the place where the Tongtian Monument was.

This is a young man, when he cultivated in the realm of Tianzu and soared among thousands of monks, this person was not nervous at all, but his eyebrows were arrogant, and he glanced at everyone coldly.

Even in the face of the monks of the Destiny Cave Realm, he was indifferent.

"It's coming!" someone whispered, staring at the approaching youth with fiery eyes.

"Who is he?" asked Zhuo Chuan, but no one answered him, and his eyes fell on the man who flew in the air.

"The younger generation met the seniors of Huangshan, the predecessors of Yuegu, and the predecessors of Wang Qianjun. The young man landed in front of the ancient monument and saluted respectfully to the three old men sitting cross-legged.

Huang Shan, one of the three, opened his eyes and nodded, without saying anything.

Then, the young man turned to face the dense crowd, and his previously respectful face was replaced by cold eyes and pride.

He scanned the crowd and enjoyed the feeling of being in the limelight.

Then the young man groped in his arms, took out a crimson token, and held it in front of him.

"Scarlet Feather Order?!" someone exclaimed in surprise.

"Who provoked the Flying Feather Sect, this is going to kill someone. ”

There were all kinds of voices and discussions in the crowd.

Zhuo Chuan frowned and looked at it, it was a blood-stained token, engraved with a long feather engraved on it, it seemed to be the exclusive token of the Flying Feather Sect, symbolizing their identity.

"Feiyu Lingxuan, the day before yesterday, a thief killed a disciple of my sect, and the blood stained the green mountains, and his actions were punished by heaven, and the world did not tolerate it, so he should be punished!" The young man raised the token in his hand and preached loudly to the monks present.

"For this reason, Elder Feiyu Muhan announced a bloody killing order to kill this fang, and if any of the monks present can take off this person's head, they will be able to obtain ten places in the Heavenly Monument Secret Realm. ”

After speaking, the young man then took out a scroll, spread it out, and spread it out into the air, so that all the monks outside the monument could see the characters on the painting.

Although the distance was very far, the people present were all monks, and if you looked at it a little, you could clearly see the people in the scroll.

They were very curious about which bold monk dared to kill the disciples of the Flying Feather Sect, and looking at the movements of the Flying Feather Sect, ten percent of the people who were killed were the descendants of a certain big man.

Surprisingly, the picture scroll was actually a young man, who looked to be about sixteen or seventeen years old, dressed in a gray robe, with a handsome face, a long body, and a little thin.

"Su Ze?!" Zhuo Chuan recognized this person, he had only met him not long ago, when he was carrying a sarcophagus of tens of thousands of catties on his back and passed by him and Peng Wei.