In a mausoleum, there seem to be two extremely great beings, facing each other.

Such as the abyss.

"Zhenwu?"

"True Martial Arts!"

The two aftersounds with completely different meanings directly represent the completely different feelings of the two at this moment!

"You are the Emperor Zhenwu, so who is standing in front of me at this time?" Huang Futao has no way to guess the future.

I just feel that the whole person's brain is like opening a dye shop, colorful paintings are piled up in a mess, like a gong, and all kinds of strange sounds are buzzing and noisy, and in an instant, these sounds and shapes squeeze all the blanks in his consciousness, and completely let himself lose the calmness he should have.

Even though Huang Futao had guessed countless times about the identity of the young man who had been chirping crookedly in his ears before, when the young man really revealed his identity, Huang Futao still had a sense of unreality in a dream.

In the mausoleum of the Ancient Heavenly Venerable, an ancient Heavenly Venerable appeared in front of him that should have died in endless time, which was already a big mistake in the world, but if another Tianzun with the same name appeared, then the rest would not be a fantastic myth, but a terrifying horror!

Huangfu Tao vaguely felt as if he was unconsciously stepping into a terrifying ancient layout, and one after another terrifying secret hands were quietly pushing himself to this moment, to see the Tianzun who had awakened from the ancient mausoleum in front of him.

And even if he exhausts the wisdom of his life's experience, the final result is just to go with the flow, and under the game of several parties, he ignorantly and unconsciously becomes an inconspicuous shadow in the hands of others.

It may even be, even at this moment, what you know and think is just that people are willing to let you see and hear!

Huang Futao has a feeling, maybe he witnessed the scene in front of him, and heard the secret that should not have been heard by himself at such a level, maybe it is impossible for him to come out of this mausoleum alive......

After all, in this world, there are many ways to die, among which "you know too much" is definitely the most innocent and pity, and it is also the most natural one.

In fact, as the Tianyuan Emperor in Jiuxiang, as a self who has no power behind him and only relies on his own strength to reach such heights, Huang Futao has not used this reason to deal with his enemies, and now it is just a turn of feng shui.

Where does the loess not bury people?

Even if he is unwilling, Huang Futao's heart has made the final preparations.

On the other side, in the mausoleum, the old man Qingjun, who was tumbling black qi and condensing the shape of the Emperor Zhenwu, suddenly heard the answer of the black-robed man in front of him, as if he had heard a joke about the world.

He is a true martial artist, and he is not a true martial artist; He is neither dead nor alive, and he is not an outsider in all his time.

In the world, there was really a true martial god in front of him, he was not surprised at all, and he was even prepared for it accordingly.

But if the True Martial Emperor returned, he was confident that with the absolutely inseparable connection and cause and effect between himself and True Martial Arts, no matter how True Martial tried to conceal it, he would definitely know about his arrival at the first moment.

Instead of following this mortal who has received a trace of Thor's inheritance all the way, he also followed someone to talk about it all the way, and after chattering crookedly, until he asked someone else's heel, he was told that his name was "Zhenwu".

Hehehe, what are you kidding, Zhenwu is here, can he not know?

He was originally the true martial god in the pursuit of the way of life and death, in the name of experiments, cut off a trace of malice, and was buried deep in the mausoleum.

It can be said that the entire heavens and ten thousand worlds, endless time and space, and the person who has the heaviest connection with the true martial arts, except for him, does not think about the second person at all.

I'm afraid that only he knows how important the cause and effect of the name of "Zhenwu" is, and how can it be told so plainly and for no reason!

"Why don't you believe it?"

The black-robed man, no, it should have been Lin Qing, who had just passed through the chaotic fetal membrane barrier of the Heavens and Ten Thousand Worlds, and quietly cast a little projection, seemed to be laughing, and he helped the brim of his black hat, as if he was straightening his imperial crown and not letting it fall.

The black robe was trembling slightly, and Lin Qing's right hand sleeve unfolded like a curtain covering the triple mystery, and the curtain of infinite cause and effect rose from the chaos, instantly cutting off the square inch of the three of them from the Zhenwu Mausoleum, like picking up a speck of dust from the earth.

Another volume of Yin Yang Dao Diagram flew out of Lin Qing's sleeve, and the Dao Diagram immediately unfolded, and the Yin and Yang Dao was highlighted, like a tide, gathering into a Yin and Yang mixed hole of light, and in an instant, I don't know how much world time was broken, and this "fine dust" was directly bet into the infinite height, and even this heaven and ten thousand worlds, one inch higher above the Nine Immortal Heavens!

In the dust, a boundless, infinite black abyss rippled and unconsciously unfolded under Lin Qing's feet.

The abyss of black water is bleak, but it is dark and chaotic, infinite and infinite, and between the craggy inches, it is the embodiment of the passage of time, the opening of time and space and the condensation of the end!

At this moment, Lin Qing's body, the mysterious black robe turned into a black robe, and the brim of the hat that originally covered his face turned into a crown that reached the heavens and the twelve heavens, and the young man's face was full of majesty and dignity at this moment.

Above the black water abyss, the Yin and Yang Dao diagram turned into a rainbow bridge to hold up Emperor Lin Qing, and the Zhenwu Xuanhei Emperor's robe hunted and hunted, Lin Qing stood outside the other side, watching the time flies, and does not move!

"Who is the True Martial Emperor? You, or me? Lin Qing was pressed lightly on the back of his head, and he was boundless, like the vast providence of heaven.

At this moment, even if Zhenwu had evil thoughts on his side, even if he had a memory that was completely in line with the Zhenwu Emperor, he couldn't help but wonder if his memory was wrong.

Is he really the evil thoughts of the True Martial Emperor?

The Great Emperor created great magical powers, projected the heavens and all worlds, and he and I were born and destroyed, did he really leave such an image of himself in a certain world?

Why don't you remember that the emperor himself had such an image?

And if it is really in terms of breath, it is the emperor himself in the memory of Zhenwu evil thoughts, who really walked out of the legend and mythology, and really confronted the emperor who stood on the Yin Yang Hongqiao, and the emperor himself was estimated to be shocked!

"Who am I and who am I? Could it be that some Supreme of the Other Shore has distorted the timeline of the heavens and worlds and tampered with my memories from a certain source! No, it shouldn't. If the river is diverted, I will definitely remember it! Even if it's a hazy dream, there should be one, but what is it now?! True martial evil thoughts whispered in a low voice, as if some kind of supreme faith had been broken alive, completely lacking the majesty and domineering demeanor that it had before.

"Sure enough... It's really this world...... The Honor of the First Generation...... "It's a pity that what Zhenwu Evil Thoughts didn't know was that just when he suspected that he was going to deny even the meaning of his existence, Lin Qing also sighed softly inadvertently.