"Not to mention the kind of Dao Jun who treats one side of multiple time and space, and the Infinity World as a fingertip building block.

As far as I know, in some worlds, some emperors who have learned the "Technique of Source Heaven" also advocate directly extracting all the source qi of countless stars, galaxies, star clusters, and galaxies in a universe, first breaking them into a mass of essence, and then merging the entire one into a dragon vein, and finally the source heaven master lives in a hanging coffin, controlling the "dragon vein" a universe, a universe walking, and finally forming the supreme pattern of "Nine Dragons Pulling the Coffin"! ”

The voice of the young man who was chattering in Huang Futao's ears seemed to have not heard or felt Huang Futao's shocking "touch" at all.

"Nine dragons pull the coffin? A coffin pulled by nine universes?! ”

"yes, yes."

The voice in my ears is still the same as before, as if there is no change at all.

However, the so-called "Nine Dragons Coffin" is just the initial form in that state.

The hanging coffin wandered endlessly in the void, crushing and crushing countless worlds, and also invisibly transforming itself into a long one, ninety-nine dragons pulling the coffin, nine hundred and ninety-nine dragons pulling the coffin, nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine dragons pulling the coffin...... Anyway, when I saw it, it had already turned into a coffin that had been pulled by ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine dragons. Who knows what the situation will be in there now? Anyway, I don't want to run in front of others and dig his grave, after all, who knows if people's coffin boards should be tight, don't be like a big coffin pusher who is trained to be a god surnamed Niu, who may cheat the corpse anytime and anywhere. ”

No matter how frightened he was in his heart, Huang Futao was still quietly attracted by the words of the young man who didn't know what to say.

Compared with his own helplessness that he can't even break through the realm of immortals and Buddhas, and can only wait for the passage of time in the end of his life, what the person in his ear said is perfectly in line with the immortal Buddha scene he expects in his heart, and even far beyond his imagination!

Even if he thought about it from afar, Huang Futao couldn't imagine the kind of extreme grandeur that controlled the ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine cosmic dragon veins, dragged a hanging coffin in the endless void, and crushed one immeasurable world after another!

If what this man says is true.

Then it is obvious that what he said about the ancient Heavenly Venerable Mausoleum here is just a dojo in a screw shell, which is not worthy of praise at all, and he really doesn't believe nonsense!

"But it is said that the emperor surnamed Ji is really not dead, and he has recently mixed up in a certain Xianxia super-dimensional world......"

"So what do you think I'm going to do here? How can I break the shade curse I wear? ”

The ghost sent the gods, and Huang Futao actually asked the young man who had not shown the slightest hint to himself under the haze of heavy vigilance.

"Of course, I first find a fat man, explore the mausoleum, enter the tomb, and I always feel uneasy without a fat man around."

"Fat ...... Child? (￣⊥￣)？ ”

"And if you get to the tomb, you have to light a candle in the southwest corner. Remember, that's the rule!

A certain emperor of the past calamities just didn't abide by such a rule, and a mouthful of golden blood was spit out, which was called a miserable one. ”

"Do you want some wax?? (▼ヘ▼#)？ How do I feel that this guy is playing with me, but unfortunately I can't find any evidence, and I can't find anyone. ”

"So... You didn't deny it!? You actually admit it! ”

"Ahem, ahem...... Okay, let's not talk nonsense with you. Suddenly, the voice that had been chattering in his ear suddenly stopped, and it showed an unprecedented element.

Huangfu Tao, who was full of complaints, even if it was intertwined with thunder, his face was full of purple.

"Because the Lord is coming... Hehehe, it's coming. ”

"Lord? Is there a living person in this Heavenly Venerable Mausoleum? Shouldn't this be the Tianyuan Emperors of the past who entered the tomb in their later years and became either dead or alive, and did not have the slightest consciousness of the living dead? Huang Futao's countless questions were piled up, even in the face of infinite terror, he couldn't help but ask questions.

"Hahahaha, and "Tianyuan Emperor". I've wanted to complain for a long time. It was the guy who had a deep hatred for your world who chose such a bandit for you.

"Emperor of the Heavenly Yuan"? Such a big title is pressed down, such a strong cause and effect is on the top of your head, you all have to have a good death, my surname is read upside down!

Don't you know that in this world, the name itself has incredible power, and a monkey who is inconvenient to reveal his name has suffered a great loss in this regard.

Oh, I remember, your world is nothing more than a little bit of dregs that doesn't even have a complete inheritance in the vastness and diversity of your world, turtles. ”

"You, you, you......" Huang Futao's face turned from purple to black, and in a blink of an eye, it was as black as the bottom of his pot, but soon he spoke.

Because...... The Lord is really here!

In the mausoleum, the black gas is rolling, the mist is rising, and a figure is condensed in the distance, black robes, the crown of the sky, the face is clear, the eyes are majestic, the turtle and snake sword, the face is clear, it looks middle-aged, and the majesty is obvious.

One step at a time, one by one.

It seems to be far away, but in the blink of an eye, it has come to Huangfu Tao's face!

"Emperor Zhenwu!!"

Even if he didn't know anything about the secrets in the depths of the mausoleum, but only the bits and pieces of information obtained from exploring the mausoleum before, why didn't Huang Futao have a guess about the identity of the owner of this ancient Tianzun mausoleum in his heart.

Not to mention, what speculation is about what the source of the Yin curse that has been buried in him all along.

It is also to understand the mystery of this mausoleum, and the more Huang Futao feels a deep despair of the future.

Therefore, he did not hesitate to abandon everything in his prime of life, and entered the Tianzun Mausoleum alone, not without giving up on himself, not seeking to solve the curse, but only wishing to gnaw off a trace of the flesh and blood of the initiator before he died!

However, when the initiator of everything really appeared in front of him, when this ancient Heavenly Venerable came out of the mythical fog and came to him. Huang Futao's own hand, which was so trembling that he could no longer hold the big spear at all, was already telling himself clearly and clearly,

- Don't make many excuses for yourself, you really can't!

But no matter how much he was afraid of the Zhenwu Emperor who came to him, the pride in Huang Futao's heart did not allow him to end up like a clown!

He raised his spear, and many thunderbolts appeared in the air, and thousands of thunder ruins were condensed on the tip of the spear.

Bang!

The big spear suddenly pointed at the void in front of him, and the Zhenwu Emperor eyebrows were an inch, and the thunder that was condensed at one point exploded, and the brilliant light filled every inch of the void, smearing it with a layer of thunder's purple and blue floating light.

Bang!

The purple-green thunder light of the most masculine and rigid spread rapidly, and the five kinds of thunder true intent turned into a sea, engulfing everything in front of Huangfu Tao.

There are five thunders in the sky, holding the heavenly punishment thunder, and where the lightning flashes, there is no difference between strength and weakness in front of Huangfu Tao!

Bang!

The Emperor's gown was faintly fluttering, his breath was as deep as a prison, and every inch of the thunderous power attributed to him was like a mud cow entering the sea, not half a point.

Before the smile on the corner of Huang Futao's mouth could be aroused, everything came to an abrupt end!

"Who are you?"

A slow question hung high like the will of heaven, high and deep, so that people couldn't help but bow their heads and ears, weep bitterly in front of the Zhenwu Emperor, and tell everything they knew.

But Huang Futao knew that this question was not made to himself.

In front of the True Martial God, there was no trace of his existence at all, and even the desperate blow he had sent to him before might be just a breeze in the eyes of this emperor, and he didn't even have the slightest desire to fight back.

Therefore, the question of the True Martial God can only be issued to the young man who has been babbling in his ear before.

It's him, and it can only be him!

Unconsciously, Huang Futao also quietly condensed the original spirit, and seemed to want to hear the response of the young man who had never shown up so far.

Therefore, gossip and true incense are indeed the "instincts" engraved in the souls of all intelligent beings, and they are all dying, and they do not forget to satisfy their gossip hearts.

"I'm ......"

"I have a name, for... Zhenwu! ”

A little dust fell from the tip of Huang Futao's hair, black and white were confused, and in the chaotic brilliance of yin and yang, a little dust deduced two instruments and six ways, the immeasurable floating world, and trillions of red dust were reversed.

I saw a black-robed man slowly walking out of it, pushing Huangfu Tao aside and standing in front of Emperor Zhenwu.