Mu Liansheng and Xiao Jiu accidentally entered a tomb last night, and they were still trembling slightly when they thought about it at this moment.

I can't believe it's real.

But both men remember it clearly.

It wasn't a dream, it was a real event.

Especially Mu Liansheng, he also drank a full nine scoops of Meng Po soup, and he specially boiled it for him after listening to what Meng Po said.

It lasted for seven hundred years.

This is simply nonsense.

But there is no evidence.

And what did she mean by "the hand of the Holy Emperor"?

What does "Jiu'er should wake up" mean?

Why did Meng Po give him Meng Po soup instead of Xiao Jiu?

When they woke up, they found that the tomb had no entrance at all, just a small stone tomb, why did they see a stone house at night, and they could still go in?

A series of questions, Mu Liansheng couldn't think clearly.

Fortunately, although he drank nine scoops of Meng Po soup, his health was fine.

Otherwise, it will be planted in the hands of that Meng Po.

"Young master, it's raining!"

It was supposed to be a sunny day, but it suddenly started to rain.

Xiao Jiu, who was driving the carriage, stopped.

"Xiao Jiu, what's wrong?"

Although it is said to be raining, Xiao Jiu is very cautious and will not stop so inexplicably.

"Young master, this rain is very weird!"

Xiao Jiu's face instantly became solemn, and his ears suddenly trembled.

Voices within a kilometer reach both ears.

The sound of the wind, the rain, the trees, and the falling leaves are all in my ears.

"This rain came a little suddenly!"

Mu Liansheng walked out of the carriage at this time and sat in the groom's position with Xiao Jiu.

"And there is a ...... in the rain"

"Murderous!"

Mu Liansheng thought about it for a long time but couldn't come up with that word, and was taken by Xiao Jiu in a deep voice.

"Yes, we're not going to be that unlucky, are we?"

Mu Liansheng looked at Xiao Jiu in disbelief.

They have just crawled out of the ghost grave, and now they are about to be hunted and killed, do they still need to live?

"It's coming!"

Xiao Jiu ignored Mu Liansheng. went straight out of the carriage, walked into the rain, and protected Mu Liansheng behind him.

The back of a fifteen-year-old is extremely graceful and as thin as a willow.

Mu Liansheng looked at the back, and almost fell into a bad reverie.

If it weren't for the fact that they were cooked to the extreme.

Heart.

I'm almost going to move!

Whoa!

The sound of the rain beating at everything around her was extremely chaotic in her ears.

There was a sense of murder in the rain.

There is only one type of person who can condense the murderous aura in the rain.

Killer!

They are very good at hiding their aura, and maybe they are hidden next to you and you can't even notice it.

Wait until you find out.

The head has landed on the ground.

Suddenly, a water vortex appeared in mid-air.

The rain within 100 meters fell into the whirlpool.

Sloping rain fell from the sky.

It looks beautiful.

"Huh?"

Xiao Jiu suddenly found that even the rain on the ground was sucked away by the water vortex.

Xiao Jiu's clothes, which were already soaking wet, were suddenly sucked dry by a gravitational force.

Then, a figure.

Appear in the rain!

His eyes.

Cold, dark, slaughtering, indifferent!

Just standing quietly in the rain like that.

At this point, the water vortex has disappeared.

But the rain hasn't stopped yet!

The two figures stood quietly in the rain.

"The first heaven powerhouse!"

Xiao Jiu said lightly, completely lacking the immature feeling he had before.

Martial arts cultivation, the first realm, the palace spirit realm.

The entire palace spirit realm has a total of nine folds.

It is divided into the first triple, the middle triple, and the back triple.

Every triple is a tipping point, and it is extremely difficult to break through it.

The first three are subdivided into the primordial spiritual position, the middle spiritual position, and the upper spiritual position.

The middle threefold, the first heaven, the middle heaven, and the upper heaven.

The last three, the first god position, the middle god position and the upper god position.

The person who came now was a powerhouse of the First Heaven Rank, and had already entered the middle triple of the Palace Spirit Realm.

"Fifteen years old, on the spiritual position, you are good!"

The man said coldly.

That's right, Xiao Jiu's martial arts realm has reached the upper spiritual level, which happens to be the first critical point, and Xiao Jiu has been stuck at this critical point for more than a year.

As long as she passes this tipping point, she can progress five times faster.

At the age of fifteen, he has already reached the spiritual position, and it can be said that Xiao Jiu's talent is very good.

You must know that in the Nandi Empire, some people spend their entire lives and cannot reach the first god position.

So in such a comparison, Xiao Jiu is already outstanding in Nandi.

"Who are you, and why are you blocking our way?"

Although Xiao Jiu had the confidence to fight with the person in front of him, the other party was a powerhouse of the early heaven after all.

Although the two are only one realm apart.

But between martial artists, even if there is only one realm apart, the strength is as different as a world.

"Tianluo, herringbone number four, rain kill!"

Rain Kill's eyes were extremely cold.

"Hey, are you famous?"

Mu Liansheng looked at the rain in the rain, and couldn't help but put her hands on both sides of her mouth and ask, in case the other party couldn't hear it.

"I haven't heard of it!"

Xiao Jiu shook his head at Mu Liansheng.

"It's okay, I've heard it now. ”

"So, go all the way!"

Rain Kill's right hand was raised slightly.

Seven rain cones were formed in his hands, and they were moving at a rapid pace, as if they were gathering momentum.

The humming sound of rain cones overwrites all other sounds.

Extremely harsh.

Disturb people's minds.

Mu Liansheng listened to the sound of the rain cone, and suddenly his chest was tight, and he almost vomited out a mouthful of blood.

"Purple Thunder Flute!"

Xiao Jiu stood in place.

A purple thunder appeared in his right hand.

A purple flute appeared out of thin air.

Above the flute, there was a flash of thunder.

But it won't cause any harm to Xiao Jiu.

The purple thunder flute is Xiao Jiu's palace spirit.

According to the level, the palace spirit can be divided into five types: holy level, Xuan level, king level, heaven level and earth level.

However, in a small and remote country like the Nandi Empire, the palace spirits that are generally awakened by martial artists are only at the heaven level and the earth level, because the spiritual power of heaven and earth here is too thin.

According to the attributes, it can be divided into seven types: light, thunder, darkness, wind, soldier, beast and wood.

Martial artists can only cultivate if they awaken the palace spirit in the sea palace in their body, and they must awaken before the age of eighteen, otherwise they will not be able to awaken after the embarem spirit mark disappears after the age of eighteen.

Awakening the palace spirit was one of Mu Liansheng's main goals when he went to the imperial capital this time.

The higher the level of the palace spirit awakened by the warrior, the higher the attributes, and the stronger the future development potential and combat effectiveness.

"Thunder attribute palace spirit?"

Seeing the purple thunder flute in Xiao Jiu's hand, Yu Kill couldn't help but shout.

It is too rare to be able to see a thunder-attribute palace spirit in a place like Nandi.

"No wonder you were only fifteen years old when you reached the spiritual position. ”

"You go, I'm not here today to kill you, but to kill him!"

Yu Kill moved his gaze to Mu Liansheng's body heavily, and Yu Kill felt that it was a pity to kill a genius like this.

Mu Liansheng immediately felt a coldness piercing into the bone marrow, as if the whole person had been seen through.

"Let's do it!"

Xiao Jiu said in a deep voice.

I want to kill Mu Liansheng.

Unless you step on your own corpse.