Without waiting for Xie Fangqing to speak, Bi Tian in the dense fog smiled: "It's very simple...... Annexation only...... The human race knows about the cultivation world and knows so many rare treasures. They want to annex the cultivation world. In the cultivation world, the human race has always been regarded as ants, and if it weren't for the atomic bomb, a large-scale killing weapon, it would have been killed in a river of blood. ”

What are the consequences of such annexation? That is the Cold War, just like Xitai and the giant bear, Buddhism, Taoism and Confucianism are all on the side of the human race, they want incense, almost all the monks are self-respecting, believe in God but do not worship God, we cultivate our own way, our own truth. The self is God. These three families are cultivating incense paths, and it is impossible to let go of the human race group no matter what. This is the second hole card of the Terrans. ”

Bi Tian smiled: "Junior, friendly reminder, if the immortal infant realm in the world still exists, it can only be among the three families that have been inherited for tens of thousands of years." Xie Fangqing didn't speak, and secretly wrote it down.

"The last sword...... It's what you have in your hands, the Imperial Weapon. ”

Xie Fangqing took a deep breath and listened intently to Brother Bitian's decryption.

"Every emperor is in charge of the luck of the human race.

One of the things that is closely related to him is called the Imperial Weapon...... Or, the emperor died on it, stained with the blood of the emperor, or maybe it has a great connection with it......"

"However, while enjoying the luck of a country, these imperial weapons also have great power. For example, under Kyoto Prefecture, there is a sword of slaying spirits...... Once the monk makes a move on the human race, there is almost no way to survive from the Great Perfection of the Immortal Realm to the Great Perfection of the Immortal Realm. ”

"God bless the Terrans." Bi Tian sighed as if with infinite vicissitudes: "Any Terran hero, if he cultivates, will be an immortal and a true immortal." They are the best among thousands of people...... And their souls are still in the land of the Guardians......"

"You may not be able to see ......" The huge green light cluster looked up at the starry night sky, "but this seat can see ......"

"From ancient times, they ...... It's always been guarding against the cultivation world. In the history of the human race, there were thirty-two true immortals, who, after death, buried their companion imperial weapons in the earth. These imperial weapons are barriers, otherwise...... Now the Terrans can only be slaves. In ancient times, when there was no atomic bomb and no high technology, the imperial weapon was the biggest trump card of the human race against the cultivation world. ”

Xie Fangqing's heart was surging, this half of the box turned out to be a king's vessel?

And this legend?

This...... The real secret that does not exist in any book, any wild history?

Lost in history, the secrets of the human race can only be passed on by word of mouth?

Xie Fangqing held the box quietly, the box was cold, however, she held it with a fiery feeling. If...... This is the imperial weapon.

So...... Is it closely related to which emperor in history?

Its power, Xie Fangqing has already seen it, if this is the explanation of the imperial weapon, then everything can be explained.

Why is Hu 13 afraid of it?

Immortals can be killed, let alone half-step immortals?

"But...... What you have in your hands...... Worse than the Imperial Weapon......"

When Bi Tian said this, the huge green light flashed, and his voice couldn't help but carry a trace of fear.

The first time he saw this thing, he immediately understood what it was!

The first instinct is to snatch!

This is something that really exists in the legends!

However, he immediately discovered that this thing ...... Confess the Lord!

Agree with a man's way!

Agree with a person's truth!

At that time, he immediately extinguished this thought.

Legend...... It's too old, he doesn't dare to use his life to tempt, this thing says to protect the Lord once, will it protect the second time!

"Junior......" Bi Tian adjusted his mood: "The Great Xia Dynasty, more than 30 provincial capitals. Under each provincial capital, there is a human monarch weapon. But...... They are all dead, because they were all buried after the death of the emperor. This is known as the Death Emperor Weapon, the Hades Emperor Weapon. ”

"You may not know that in ancient times, a king died, and he ...... Any belongings, including palace maids and eunuchs, must be buried! Of course, this is the most intimate batch. One of the most important factors is that not a single piece of imperial artifact will be left to the outside world. ”

"And yet...... There are always exceptions, some imperial weapons, its holders, with great grievances, do not want to die, but accidentally entered the Dinghu Lake, with incomparable resentment, curse, was buried in the imperial tomb. This kind of emperor weapon is a living emperor weapon that the human race has never seen so far! Living Emperor Weapon! ”

"The living emperor artifact is an eternal spiritual thing! The birth emperor cannot be produced, because it is the end of life. Only the Dead Emperor, the ancient emperor who died with countless resentments, hatreds, and grievances, can make this obsession last for thousands of years and remain to this day. It's really ironic, a living emperor can't produce a living emperor, but a dead emperor can...... And the Emperor ...... It's a huge treasure in itself! In its whole life, it only protects the Lord, recognizes the Lord once, and appoints a person...... And this man ......"

Bi Tian paused and laughed: "I must have a great relationship with this emperor, and I am willing to bear his long-cherished wish that spans 10,000 years!" ”

"At the same time...... This is the 100,000-year-old history of the Chinese people...... The only Emperor Artifact will bring a great opportunity to the holder. ”

"Boom!" Xie Fangqing's heart flashed like a thunderbolt.

She never expected that the emperor would ...... It's even life and death!

The question in my heart has finally been answered.

Although, this answer is very one-sided, it seems to have lifted a corner, but in fact it hides more secrets!

Xie Fangqing's eyes flickered, living emperor, agreeing with his own way?

What do you agree with?

If there must be an opportunity to activate, it is the kind of shock that the eight monks gave her when they faced Hu Thirteen.

But...... What she understood was what a monk was!

What is practice?

Which Ninety-Five Venerable will identify with what a monk is!

What is spiritual practice?

Xie Fangqing was silent, Bi Tian flicked his fingers lightly, and a lotus flower floated out of the dense fog leisurely, and at the moment of contact with the emperor's weapon, suddenly, a sound like a sword clash, resounded crisply in this side of the sky!

"Dang!" Although this sound is short, it has a long aftertaste, as if it came from 10,000 years ago, with countless killing breaths, making people's hearts tremble!

Xie Fangqing suddenly felt his heart beat wildly, and as the sound spread like ripples, it slowly calmed down.

It's like...... Something grasped his heart and pinched it hard like that.

Xie Fangqing just breathed a sigh of relief, but her pupils shrank suddenly!

At this moment, the emperor trembled slightly, and a mist like blood quickly formed a curtain like a movie, appearing in front of the two of them!

"It's!" There was a violent tremor from Xie Fangqing's feet, Bi Tian seemed to have seen the most terrifying thing, and the whole demon body trembled violently, almost throwing Xie Fangqing into the lake!

Above the blood curtain, groups of pictures that seem to be able to smell the smell of blood appear like ripples, and finally ...... Clearly showcased!

"Maple Leaf... Maple leaf... The widow was unwilling...... "I couldn't see anyone, I could only see a pale hand, and slowly raised: "This is ...... How...... How could it be ......"

......The man's hand hung down weakly, and he slashed across a field of delicate tables and chairs, and the intricately carved objects and antiques on them suddenly fell to the ground, and with a screeching sound, they were reduced to pieces.

At this moment, in front of him, in the dark night outside the house, suddenly, a streamer like a fairy light lit up!