Although the origin of the small stone piece is terrifying, Yan Qing doesn't know what it is used for, the one hundred and fifth generation of the Divine Gate just told him, @

But will he be able to become the Great?

Even if he could become an emperor, how many tens of thousands of years of cultivation would he need?

At this time, he just sat quietly cross-legged, quietly looking at the small stone flakes that were constantly absorbing the essence of the moon.

The moon is getting dimmer and the stone flakes are getting brighter.

After about two or three days, the stone flakes flew down from the moon, landed in Yan Qing's palm, and then disappeared into his mind.

Yan Qing frowned, he felt like a chess piece.

At this time, Yan Qing was not in a hurry to go out, the tombstone forest was very weird, and it would make people slowly lose consciousness and become a grave keeper.

He's thinking of a way to deal with it.

Under the moonlight, he walked slowly, slowly thinking of a way.

"Hopefully it will keep me awake. Yan Qing really didn't think of any way, and now she could only pin her hopes on that small stone piece.

At this time, he looked at the moon again, and although he knew that there must be something hidden here, he could not see anything.

"Dibei, the place where the emperor is buried, twelve wordless tombstones, the moon ......"

Yan Qing had too little information in his hands to guess what the moon in the sky represented and whose tombs the twelve wordless tablets were.

After a while, he closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, there was already a wordless monument in front of him. Then, he sped towards the second wordless monument, not knowing when he lost consciousness.

"Huh?"

At this time, Yan Qing noticed that the wordless tablet was twelve zhang, not nine.

"If this is the legendary place where the emperor is buried, then the people buried here are all emperor-level figures, but why are the other tombstones nine zhang, but they are twelve?"

Yan Qing thought about it, and couldn't understand it, since everyone was the emperor, why was it three feet taller than the other tombstones?

It doesn't make sense.

"The Great ...... the Great"

Yan Qing thought hard, and then he was suddenly stunned, it seemed that in addition to the title of "Great Emperor", there was also a title about the emperor.

Emperor of Heaven!

Yes, it's the Emperor of Heaven.

At this time, Yan Qing seemed to have discovered something, and her gaze at the wordless tombstone was a little different. His Heavenly Emperor Mountain is inherited from the Thirteenth Emperor ......

Legend has it that the origin of the name of the Thirteenth Emperor is because there were already twelve Heavenly Emperors in front of him.

"Could it be the Twelve Heavenly Emperors?"

At this time, a picture suddenly suspended in Yan Qing's mind, which was the picture of twelve gold-armored giants standing in the void.

Then, the image in his mind slowly pulled down.

"I am a famine, and the axe can open the sky!"

The golden-armored giant was carrying a giant axe, his black hair was like a galaxy, bright and thick, and his eyes were cold and cold, like a blade.

The fighting spirit is soaring, and the battle will not die!

"I am ancient, Take Zhentian!" roared the golden-armored giant hanging from the bronze tower, and the same battle spirit rose to the sky.

"I am martial, and my strength can tear the sky!"

"I am the moon, and the gun can break the sky!"

......

Domineering voices sounded from heaven and earth, and powerful battle intent rushed out of the sky, breaking through the sky, and the universe trembled, which was extremely amazing.

"Whoever is in the way of heaven, kill!"

"Kill, kill, kill!"

One by one, the golden-armored giants rose to the sky and killed the giant finger, and the light emitted from their bodies was like a constant light, extremely scorching, and the momentum was majestic to the sky.

"For my emperor—"

"For my emperor—"

"Ten thousand battles will never die, never enter reincarnation!"

"Ten thousand battles will never die, never enter reincarnation!"

"Ten thousand battles will never die, never enter reincarnation!"

The sound resounded through the universe, causing the heavens to tremble, and the twelve golden-armored giants fought with the strongest power......

The images floating in my mind are short and fragmentary.

"Are they the legendary Twelve Emperors Against the Heavens?" At this time, Yan Qing was a little shocked and said, the Twelve Emperors of the Heavens is a myth and legend.

No one knows where they were born.

They may not exist, but it's just a myth.

But at this time, Yan Qing began to slowly believe that they had existed in the world, maybe it was just too long.

"I am the ...... of the month"

Yan Qing began to suspect that the round of the moon he saw before was very likely to be the Moon Heavenly Emperor. At this time, he immediately looked at the second wordless tombstone, if something appeared in this tombstone, it would be able to confirm that these twelve wordless tablets were the tombstones of the legendary Twelve Emperors Against the Heavens.

However, there is nothing on the tombstone.

"Did I guess wrong?" Yan Qing said suspiciously.

At this time, the small stone fragment in his mind trembled slightly, and the symbol engraved on it flashed and flowed towards Yan Qing's eyes. Then, two rays of light shot out of his eyes, and there were countless obscure symbols in the light.

A vague tower slowly appeared on the tombstone.

The tower also slowly became clear, it was a bronze tower, and at this time, Yan Qing found that the tombstone beside him was missing, but there was a huge tower standing in front of him.

"Could it be that this is the bronze tower of the Ancient Heavenly Emperor?"

Yan Qing was a little shocked in her heart, it seemed that these twelve wordless tombstones were really the tombstones of the legendary Twelve Emperors of the Heavens, and they really existed.

At this time, the small stone fragment flew out again and sank into the bronze tower.

About half an hour later, it flew out again.

On the third wordless tombstone, Yan Qing saw a faint shadow, and then he also entered the world of the stele.

In the world of the monument, that huge shadow was slowly dancing, and his every move exuded the breath of the Tao.

"The breath of the Tao?"

Yan Qing was surprised, and a monstrous wave was set off in her heart, and then she immediately sat down and carefully observed the shadow.

This shadow is very likely to be Emperor Wutian.

But after looking at it for a while, Yan Qing frowned, he couldn't feel anything. After watching it for a while, he simply imitated it, dancing with the shadow.

One day, two days, three days......

Gradually, Yan Qing was completely intoxicated with that kind of dance, he felt the slightest wisp of breath, and his divine body gradually became perfect under the dance.

He danced tirelessly, not moving for a moment, and he was reluctant to stop.

The breath of the Dao, he felt more and more clearly, and this breath was everywhere.

He seemed to feel the slightest breath sink into his body, melting into his limbs.

Moreover, his old man's body gradually became younger.

A year later, he regained his original appearance.

Two years later, he was younger, from his twenties to his early twenties.

Three years later, he was seventeen or eighteen years old, with eyes like stars.

Four years later, he became a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy, with black hair turning into a galaxy.

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