In the depths of the dragon mound, Wei Jiu's pace was very slow, and he didn't dare to make the slightest sound.

One step or two, a little effort has already penetrated into the land of this dragon mound, and there is indeed a delicate tombstone erected here. Wei Jiu's eyes shook slightly, and he muttered the four words on the tombstone in a low voice, as if he always felt a sense of familiarity.

It was engraved in a scribbled calligraphy, and it was written with the four big characters of "Anti-Heaven Dragon Ancestor".

Emperor Xuanyuan once told him that in this dragon's nest, the one who can be called the dragon ancestor must only be the first dragon emperor who has long since died. As for why the word against the sky came, Wei Jiu couldn't think clearly for a while, maybe it was related to the death of Long Zu, right?

A hint of excitement flashed in his eyes, and Wei Jiu seemed to have sensed that he was about to get the chain of the lock array.

With a wave of his palm, the Void Heaven Qianyuan Sword appeared in his hand, and Wei Jiu slowly stabbed towards the bottom of the tombstone. Although this action was very light, it actually contained terrifying energy, slowly invading towards the earth, and the slightest crack appeared on the ground.

In the time of half a pillar of incense, Wei Jiu slowly put away the sword blade, and he didn't expect that it would consume so much internal strength.

But it's not surprising if you think about it, although it's not difficult to shake this side of the land, but if you want to keep quiet, it's not that simple. On the one hand, he must continue to exert his strength, and on the other hand, he must deliberately distract his energy and suppress his power to the lowest limit.

In this way, after consuming most of the cultivation, a few bottomless cracks were finally revealed on the ground.

Wei Jiu's good intentions were quite effective, although there were such great changes on the ground, there were no strong fluctuations around him. In other words, after all the actions were over, the sleeping reverse dragons around them did not feel it.

With a dip in his palm, his divine sense slowly eroded downward, and he needed to ensure his safety, so he still sailed carefully for ten thousand years.

Finally, the moment the feedback divine sense returned, Wei Jiu smiled. The corners of his mouth flashed a trace of smug arc, and without any further hesitation, he walked behind the tombstone, jumped forward, and jumped towards the ravine.

The dragon mound is very large, and there are countless pits around it, and there are dragon eggs buried in it. And in the center of the dragon mound is a group of tombstones, and Wei Jiu also understands in his heart that these tombstone groups should be the places where the previous dragon kings are buried.

And in the center of the tombstone group, there is such a tombstone. The four big characters on it also convinced Wei Jiu that he was not looking for the wrong place.

Jumping into the abyss desperately was not just Wei Jiu's sure of his judgment. What's more, in the information fed back by his divine sense, he can clearly feel that there is indeed a mysterious space hidden under him.

As the speed of his body's descent intensified, the surrounding space seemed to be replaced, and Wei Jiu seemed to be in another mysterious space.

After a long time, Wei Jiu finally stood firm, and the Qianyuan Sword in his hand was also tightened. His eyes involuntarily probed in all directions, and at the moment, the whole person was stunned, no one thought that this mysterious space would be so majestic.

Golden walls, golden masonry, golden pillars, golden pendants... Everything here seems to be described in four words.

And on the golden ceiling, a crack was being revealed, which was the crack that Wei Jiu had made. In the eight corners of the ceiling, there are eight huge night pearls, and it is precisely because of these eight balls that this space has always been so bright.

Eyes slid down the ceiling, Wei Jiu was stunned, the design here is indeed exaggerated. Except for the brilliant tones, everything is designed according to the layout of the palace, which is not only high-end and atmospheric, but also very luxurious and intimidating.

But in fact, in addition to the gorgeous decoration, it looks extraordinarily deserted.

In the large space, there are basically vacant, only Wei Jiu has a tall building in front of him. If you look at the layout of the palace in the past, it is easy to understand that it should be the place where the king discussed politics.

Perhaps, before Long Zu died, he lived in such a scene.

And he sat high on the high platform, and below him were thousands of his people, and the dragons, which were innumerable. It is only this possibility that explains why after his death, the dragon clan built such a burial place for him.

"That's it!" Emperor Xuanyuan's voice appeared out of thin air.

Wei Jiu nodded, didn't think about it anymore, and walked down the stairs towards the top of the platform. However, this way, after all, was not as simple as Wei Jiu thought, his body had not yet reached its destination, and suddenly stopped, which was a dangerous warning.

Sure enough, not far away, a giant dragon carved from a boulder suddenly flashed with a fierce light in his eyes.

Its body rushed towards Wei Jiu quickly, extremely fast. Yes, the dragon made of stone actually launched an attack inexplicably, everything was so unbelievable that even Wei Jiu couldn't understand such a scene.

However, Wei Jiu's strength was profound after all, and his reaction was naturally not slow, and his body flipped over, and he directly slammed it with his sword.

In this space, although Wei Jiu didn't know his specific location, he could roughly deduce from the time of descent that it was definitely not less than ten thousand feet away from the world on the ground. With such a terrifying depth, Wei Jiu could even assert that even if he made a big noise inside, there would be no reaction on the ground.

Although the dragon attacked fiercely, it was a dead thing after all, and it was knocked down by Wei Jiu in three or two clicks.

The moment the blade pierced the dragon's body, a strange smile flowed across the dragon's face, and then turned into a pile of strange rocks and shattered to the ground. An embarrassing scene appeared at this time, although the dragon was dead, the fluctuation just now shattered the stairs under Wei Jiu's feet.

It was originally a trivial matter, but at this moment, a strange scene reappeared.

With his feet in the air, Wei Jiu was suddenly in a state of weightlessness, so he naturally immediately performed the technique of controlling the sky. But immediately, his smile froze, it turned out to be the art of controlling the sky, and it turned out to be completely ineffective!

Wei Jiu also made a rough judgment on how high this staircase was, at least not less than ten meters. If there is no Sky Command, if he falls from a distance of ten meters, he will not talk about the damage he will suffer for the time being, but doesn't this also mean that the height he climbed before has been in vain?

What's more, once the staircase collapses, there is no art to control the sky. It was difficult for Wei Jiu to guarantee that he would still be able to step on that high platform.

said that it was too late, and at the moment when he saw that Wei Jiu's body was about to fall to the ground, the Qianyuan Sword in his hand moved. With a swing of the sword, a strange sword light emerged, piercing directly into the wall on one side, and his body finally did not continue to fall because of the support of the sword.

Wei Jiu stabilized his mind for a moment, but he was no longer flustered, and under the traction of the sword blade, he approached in the direction of the wall.

After a while, he had already come to the edge of the wall, and his body turned over, stepping directly on the blade of the sword. What he has lost is only the art of controlling the sky, and his whole body cultivation is still there, and he still has this ability to balance.

But then the problem comes, this place is ten meters from the ground, and it is no less than forty meters away from the platform above. If he fell to the bottom, he had absolutely no problem with his conceit, but if he wanted to cross forty meters above it, it would not be so simple.

"Hehe, what are you thinking? It's just a small test, it's not difficult at all, okay!"

Just when Wei Jiu was hesitating, Emperor Xuanyuan's voice slowly floated over. When it reached Wei Jiu's ears, it was like a few wisps of gospel, and the door in Wei Jiu's heart was opened at once.

Yes, forty meters in height, it's not that difficult. He only needed two swords, and he could do it.

As he spoke, above Wei Jiu's right hand, the brilliance flashed, and he had already grasped a Xuanyuan sword. Wei Jiu took a deep look at Xuanyuan Sword, and then said with a smile, "Senior, offended!"

Emperor Xuanyuan did not return to Wei Jiu's words, he acquiesced. In other words, he acquiesced to Wei Jiu's idea from the beginning, otherwise he would not have taken the initiative to point Wei Jiu.

For him, everything in the world is like a floating cloud, and it no longer matters. As long as he can seal the God of War of the Soldier Master, as long as the crisis in this Secret Realm can be contacted, as long as Wei Jiu can get what he wants, he will be satisfied!

Wei Jiu did not hesitate, and with a flip of his left hand, the Xuanyuan Sword was thrown out. Plunged heavily into his upper left, at the same time, his body sank downward, and the Qianyuan Sword was bent to an extreme arc. As soon as his pressure was released, the Qianyuan Sword ejected directly, bouncing his body out.

With a brush, Wei Jiu's body flew towards the upper left, and when he crossed the Xuanyuan Sword, he hurriedly grabbed it. Wei Jiu's body flipped twice again, landing directly on the Xuanyuan Sword, and once again stopped his body steadily.

At the same time, with a wave of his palm, the Qianyuan Sword followed Wei Jiu's order, flew out directly, and landed on his upper left again. With a flick of his body, he once again landed on the Qianyuan Sword.

Wei Jiu turned around and looked at the Xuanyuan Sword behind him from a distance, which he couldn't operate. The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and Wei Jiu chuckled and said, "Senior, it's time for you to make a great move!"

When the words fell, the golden light on the Xuanyuan sword flashed, and it turned out to be the lonely soul of Emperor Xuanyuan, relaxed in the difficult imperial sword. When the Xuanyuan Sword flew over Wei Jiu's head and pierced into the wall, Wei Jiu already understood that his plan had indeed succeeded.

With a flick of his body, Wei Jiu once again rose into the air.

As he went back and forth, his body shuttled between the Xuanyuan Sword and the Qianyuan Sword. At the same time, the distance between him and the high platform was also shortening at a speed that was visible to the naked eye.