Zhao Xian's eyes suddenly contracted, and his heart was shocked, he never expected that those terrifying alien beasts were actually born here, and the cyan stone seal was the embryonic hotbed of these alien beasts.

"It's unbelievable that this stone statue of a barbarian power can give birth to life, and it is so strong. Zhao Xian shook his head, desperately restraining his breath, he could see that there were probably thousands of strange beasts hidden under the endless air flow, all of them were cubs waiting to be fed, if they were discovered, I am afraid that even if Zhao Xian was ten times stronger, he would have to explain here today.

"The vitality of the barbarian race is indeed the best in the heavens, and after being dead for so many years, it can still give birth to life, although the level is lower, but it is still awe-inspiring. ”

Yan's voice came slowly, with a hint of exclamation.

"Listening to you, the barbarian seems to be particularly proficient in the art of body refining. Zhao Xian stepped back and asked curiously.

"This is natural, the barbarians dominate the heavens in the flesh, when all the races competed, the war was chaotic, and the masters were endless, if the flesh alone was respected, the top five masters in the world, two were from the barbarians, one was from the Wu clan, and ......"

Yan's voice stopped abruptly, and at that moment his aura became extremely disordered, almost extinguished, but in an instant, his kung fu returned to normal, so much so that Zhao Xian thought that he had an illusion.

"In short, the barbarians are very strong, beyond your imagination. Yan didn't seem to notice the subtle change just now, and after saying this, he fell silent.

Zhao Xian retreated, not daring to go deeper, for fear of alarming those sleeping beasts, and swept upwards instead, I don't know how long it took, the passage became narrower and narrower, and it seemed that it had reached the end.

Suddenly, a loud noise came, stone chips rolled down in front of him, and a cloud of smoke and dust rose, turning into a figure, bearded and red-eyed, with a giant axe on his back, and it was the stone statue.

"Damn, there's still a trace of imprint. Yan shouted loudly, Zhao Xian's eyes sank, his blood and qi surged, and nine phantoms appeared, and suddenly the dragon roared to the sky, oppressing people's hearts, and the fierce sword intent then diffused, condensed like a substance, and came overwhelmingly.

"Stupid, your Nine Dragon Source swordsmanship can't kill him, go quickly. Yan hurriedly shouted.

Sure enough, the Nine Dragon Shadows turned into a black sword and slashed away, but the bearded man's body did not move, just held it lightly, and before the Nine Dragons Source Sword touched him, it shattered and scattered into dots of fluorescence.

Zhao Xian was frightened, his face suddenly turned pale, he spit out a mouthful of blood, gritted his teeth, turned around and retreated.

"What the hell is this?" Zhao Xian yelled, only to feel that there was wind behind him, as if he was being pulled by a strong force, and he couldn't escape at all, his bones creaked, as if they would be crushed at any time.

"Get out of that bronze shard. Yan said urgently.

Zhao Xian's heart sank, and he didn't care about the blood at the corner of his mouth, and with a backhand turn, the ancient bronze fragment flew out of the treasure bag.

The bronze shards buzzed and flew messily under the force of the force, and although they were not damaged in the slightest, they did not react at all.

"Damn, how could it not work, this thing had such a big cause and effect with the barbarians back then, how could it not work. Yan roared loudly, showing unprecedented impatience, Zhao Xian's body began to collapse, and he couldn't resist the attack of the bearded man at all.

However, at this moment, a flash of light flashed, thousands of glows, and the treasure light rose, Zhao Xian fixed his eyes and saw that it was the true solution of the Heavenly Witch.

The bearded man suddenly became angry, looking up to the sky and roaring, the terrifying power permeated the surroundings, almost destroying everything here, but the fragment was full of stars, like a halo of light, protecting Zhao Xian, and at the same time, the bearded man gradually weakened under the influence of this force, and finally turned into a wisp of green smoke and scattered away.

Everything went back to the way it was, as if nothing had happened.

Zhao Xian collapsed to the ground, leaning against the stone wall, let out a long sigh of relief, looked at the slowly falling fragments, and closed his eyes tiredly.

An old voice echoed in the stone statue, carrying the vicissitudes of eternity and loneliness, and suddenly passed on from generation to generation, for a long time.

"It should be the prohibition left in this stone statue, go and see what is here. Yan urged.

Zhao Xian looked at it, swept it, and found that in addition to the candles on the walls on both sides, the most eye-catching thing was the two stone tablets in front of him, he walked up, came to the stone tablet, and found that it was full of words, but these words were very strange, winding and twisted, as if a dragon was entwined and formed, and all the words Zhao Xian had ever seen were different.

"What kind of text is this?"

Zhao Xian frowned, stretched out his hand, and gently stroked the stone tablet, and at this moment, he actually understood the meaning of those words.

"It's amazing. ”

Zhao Xian raised his eyebrows, revealing a look of horror, and then his eyes were full of essence, looking at the ancient stone tablet and reading the words on it.

Reading this, Zhao Xian was slightly stunned, and a trace of horror flashed on his calm face: "This person is from a barbarian?"

"It's not just from the barbarians, but it's not small. Yan sneered, with a hint of intriguing.

Zhao Xian frowned and continued to watch.

Zhao Xian looked at the stele and was stunned, and was infected by the invincible demeanor of this barbarian on the inscription, this is the real strong man, with the barbarian as his surname, starting from the weak, but he has achieved the prestige of the heavens, arrogant, and overwhelms the ancient and modern, if he is not in the same era as that person, he must be a peerless figure who reigns over the world.

"What is the identity of the person in the mouth of this barbarian senior, who seems to have no name and no surname, and has more background, can actually stir up the storm and disturb the clan in such years?" Zhao Xian was a little curious, and his gaze fell on the end of the inscription.

"Witch and barbarian, entangled in karma, after ten thousand years, they finally joined forces again, but they were poor in manpower, and their destiny was numbered, and they were defeated by him again, and they had no regrets in this life. ”

There are five big characters written on the register.

The Brute Nine Masterpieces.

Zhao Xian frowned, as if he was infected by that tragic and heroic momentum, this person studied all his life, and finally seemed to join forces with the power of the Wu clan, but he was still defeated in the hands of the person in his mouth, which has to be said to be a kind of sadness, the sorrow of the hero's blood, and the sorrow of the halberd sinking into the sand.

"Is his name Barbarian Nine Venerable?" Zhao Xian whispered, stroking the stone tablet, and there was a trace of respect for this barbarian power in his heart, he was silent for a moment, and his gaze fell on the stone tablet next to him.

The words on the stele are still mysterious and simple, making it difficult for people to see through, but Zhao Xian immediately understood the meaning of the inscription with a light stroke, and there were only four big characters on it.

Fight again in the next life.

It is a simple four words, but it seems that there is a monstrous war intent rushing to the face, like a spark in the nine heavens, burning, even if it turns a hundred times, it is difficult to extinguish this unyielding fighting intent.

Zhao Xian couldn't help but be moved, his eyes moved slightly, and he saw that the inscription of this stone tablet read: Wu Tianqi is a wonderful pen.

"This should be the name of the witch master. Zhao Xian muttered to himself.

Barbarian Jiuzun, Wu Tianqi, the combination of these two masters was still defeated, Zhao Xian was really a little curious, what was the origin of the person mentioned on the stone tablet.

"Hmph, the Barbarian Nine, the Barbarian Honor, Gaia Ancient and Modern. Wu Tianqi, evil as the sky, strange and changeable. So what, still defeated, after death empty, nothing left. Yan sneered, seemingly disdainful of the two of them.

"Hmm, do you know who the person on the stele is?" Zhao Xian's eyes lit up, and he saw the clue and asked.

"Hey, hey. Yan laughed in a low voice: "Don't you also know? Back then, that man was like an ant and was abandoned by the Hundred Sects, but no one expected that after decades, he already had the ability to influence the general trend of the world. ”

"So it's him?"

When Zhao Xian heard this, he was speechless for a long time, he really couldn't imagine how cruel and ruthless such a great world was, even the ancient clans like Wu and Man had fallen so far, and they had lost their glory of the past, not to mention how many sects had been wiped out and precipitated in the long river of history.

"It stands to reason that this is a past that cannot be ignored, why hasn't it been passed on to future generations?" Zhao Xian was puzzled, that person pacified all the tribes and suppressed the hundred sects, and he had already ruled the world, according to the reason, now as long as he is a cultivator, he should be his Taoist system, but why such an extremely gorgeous and tragic history seems to have never happened, and there is not even a word to be passed on to future generations, this is incredible.

"I don't know. Yan said coldly.

Zhao Xian frowned, revealing a suspicious look, he always felt that Yan seemed to have something hidden.

"I've said that my memory is incomplete, and I can even say that I don't have an independent self today. ”

Yan's words are intriguing, but this alone is still difficult to convince Zhao Xian.

"I think the day has changed now, there are not many places where you can learn the truth, if you have the opportunity in the future, you can go to that Montenegro to find the answer. ”

Zhao Xian's heart chuckled, he knew that what Yan was talking about was Xianshan.

"Then what happened to that person later? And those of his partners?" Zhao Xian asked, he knew that that person was not alone back then, there was a group of partners around him, and he had seen a hazy picture as early as when he communicated with the Black Flame Totem, except for the one who founded Ling Xuanjing, there seemed to be someone else following.

"You should all be dead, no matter how invincible you are, it is difficult to defeat the power of time, back then, he seemed to say so. Yan struggled to recall, with a hint of uncertainty in his words.

"Who? who said that?" Zhao Xian refused to let go of a clue and hurriedly asked.

"Tianji, the one who founded the Ling Xuanjing, his name is Tianji. Yan replied very seriously, as if this was the only thing he was sure of.

"Heavenly machine, heavenly machine ......"

Zhao Xian's eyes were dilated, chewing on the name repeatedly, and then his eyes lit up, as if he remembered something, and said: "By the way, what about that person, it is that young man, a young man who can't even match the Barbarian Jiuzun and Wu Tianqi, what is his name?"

Yan suddenly fell silent, Zhao Xian only felt that the black flame totem on his chest was slightly hot, and after a while, Yan's voice sounded again, spitting out two words.

"Regulus!"

The faint sound echoed in the secret room like the candle flame on the wall, and for a long time, Zhao Xian's face was strange, and he suddenly turned his head, and at this moment, the two towering and immovable stone tablets suddenly moved.

Suddenly, the wind blew and roared all over the sky, like a roar from hell, flooding the entire secret room, Zhao Xian was frightened, only to feel that the roar in his ears stinged, and it was almost like exploding.

"I'll let you go. A crisp voice sounded, a little lazy and sloppy.

"The last battle, even if it is death, there are no regrets in this life. ”

"Xuanyuan, even if I die, I am still the honor of the Wu Clan. ”

Immediately after that, two voices came, one was leisurely stacked, as if seeing through the vicissitudes of eternity, and the other was domineering, like a king in the world.

The phantom whispered, and I didn't know if it was saying it to Zhao Xian or to Yan.

As soon as he finished speaking, the phantom gradually faded, but it dissipated in an instant, and suddenly the wind stopped, and the candle flame on the wall burned again, as if nothing had happened, as if it had experienced an illusory dream.

"That was ...... just now"