In the empty room, the shining array light, like the moonlight, gathered in the center of the room, enveloping a jade platform.

The crystal jade platform is even more delicate under the shining light, and at the same time, the exquisite and transparent box on the stage is set off with sparkling.

On the box, the pattern of the overlord descending the mountain is engraved, sharp and rigid, exuding a domineering atmosphere. In the meantime, there was the roar of the overlord, and the boom rumbled and swept through the room.

Wang Tu hegemony!

Lin Huang's eyes were fixed on the box, secretly feeling the roar in the room, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but show a smile, the sound of hegemony was really extraordinary.

Just the roar from the martial arts made his body stir with qi and blood, and the Xuan Sea churned.

"It's worthy of a quasi-earth-level martial arts!"

Lin Huang muttered to himself, and then walked towards the jade platform.

"Be careful, the closer you get to the Jade Terrace, the stronger the sound of martial arts will be, and its power can also form an attack, which is enough to hurt people's souls!"

Yan Qing'er didn't know when she appeared on the sixth floor, looked at Lin Huang's figure, and reminded.

Lin Huang nodded slightly.

All high-level martial arts in heaven and earth will more or less have their own will, and not any martial artist can cultivate.

If you want to practice martial arts, you first need to pass the test of martial arts.

And at this time, the voice that came out of Wang Tu Baye was a test for those who wanted to get involved in cultivation.

In the room, Lin Huang calmly walked towards the jade platform, feeling the pressure doubling with every step, and the sound of hegemony in his ears became more and more intense and terrifying, like a surging tide, wanting to expel Lin Huang.

Lin Huang always kept his composure.

Although the progress is slow, every step is extremely firm, like a rock steadfast.

Behind her, Yan Qing'er looked at Lin Huang's figure and was slightly surprised.

He remembered that when Xie Qinghou came here, he was not as calm as Lin Huanggo. The powerful momentum of the sound of martial arts didn't seem to have much effect on Lin Huang.

What Yan Qing'er didn't know was that in terms of momentum, Lin Huang had never been afraid.

The Qianzhang Waterfall of the Heavenly Waterfall Cliff is a terrifying momentum.

Not to mention that Lin Huang was chased and killed for ten years, and countless strong people besieged him......

Although the realm of forest desolation is low at this moment, and it is quite difficult to walk, but only with the coercion of the sound of martial arts, he can't help it.

Gradually, the box on the jade platform, Lin Huang was already within reach.

Rumble!

In the room, a terrifying roar sounded again, and Yan Qing'er was so frightened that she quickly covered her ears. And Lin Huang was also pale and looked extremely uncomfortable.

At this moment, Lin Huang's mind had already appeared with an overlord phantom, heading towards the sea of knowledge like a mad demon.

Lin Huang's eyebrows furrowed slightly, but he didn't expect that the sound of this martial art could quietly invade the sea of knowledge, and condense a figure of an overlord.

Seeing this, the corners of Lin Huang's mouth hooked, and the Heavenly Shura in his body came out of the Xuanhai Sea and headed towards the overlord condensed by the sound waves......

The ensuing scene almost made Lin Huang's jaw drop.

I saw that Tianshura dragged the overlord out of the sea of knowledge, and without saying a word, kicked it into the Xuanhai, and a pair of iron fists rumbled towards the overlord.

It was like ......

Lao Tzu beats his son!

At first, the overlord was still able to fight back with a hard breath, letting out bursts of roars, and his burly body stood up to stomp the Shura martial soul with one foot.

But later, the overlord was like a kick to an iron plate, and he was restrained everywhere. Although it is more than three times taller than Heavenly Shura, it is like a two-hundred-pound baby, powerless to resist.

Domineering suppression?!

Feeling the battle in the Xuan Sea, Lin Huang muttered.

For this situation in the Xuanhai, it is not that the overlord is weak, but that the Shura martial soul carries an innate domineering and murderous aura.

Under the suppression of this innate domineering, the power of the overlord has nowhere to play.

If there was no Heavenly Shura, I was afraid that the overlord would have turned the sky upside down.

In the room, Lin Huang watched the figure of the tyrant in the Xuanhai gradually disappear, smiled slightly, and slowly opened the box on the jade platform with his slender palm.

......

In the eye, there is a scroll lying still.

The whole body is pitch black, and the shaft is a sharp black dragon carving, which is quite domineering and majestic. The two scribbled characters on it jumped out.

Br!

"Hegemony?"

Lin Huang frowned, then turned his head and asked Yan Qing'er, "Little Tiger, why is there only a hegemony here, but not a Wang Tu?"

"Wang Tu and hegemony cannot be cultivated at the same time, in order to avoid the disciples in the palace from cultivating indiscriminately, there is only hegemony in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion!"

Yan Qing'er explained.

Lin Huang nodded all his thoughts, no wonder he only heard the voice of the overlord just now, and only saw the image of the overlord, but not the body of the emperor!

Then, Lin Huang unfolded the scroll......

Heaven and earth martial arts, all have their own way, emperors and princes, good and evil killing are all one. Yu Zeng was fortunate enough to go out of the Eastern Spirit Realm and watch the kings fight. After feeling it, he sat on the snow peak for three years, and realized the righteousness of the king's road, which was called the king map. After 27 years, I realized a trace of domineering mystery, which is called hegemony.

The two are combined, and it is called Wang Tu Baye.

At the beginning of the martial arts, it is a martial artist's self-description, which should be the founding ancestor of the Drifting Snow Palace.

The approximate meaning is that this person once walked out of the East Spirit Realm, saw a warrior with the image of the royal road, and a warrior with the image of the domineering body duel, and then had a feeling in his heart.

After returning to the East Spirit Realm, this person sat for three years, and finally comprehended a trace of the mystery of the royal road, and created a martial art called "Wang Tu". Later, after another twenty-seven years, he comprehended a trace of domineering mystery and created the martial art "Hegemony" again.

The combination of the two martial arts is the hegemony of Wang Tu.

However, at the end of this volume, there is another record, which seems to have been added by later generations, stating that the power of Wang Tu's hegemony into one is extremely amazing, but the two martial arts themselves clash with each other, and if one person cultivates at the same time, he will only explode and die.

Even the ancestor who created the hegemony of Wang Tu did not live to be 100 years old, so he drove to the west.

"Wang Tu hegemony...... That's a lot of the name!"

In the room, Lin Huang held the quaint scroll in his hand and said babblingly. Unexpectedly, the name of "Hegemony" comes from this, and there is a trace of understanding of the Tao in it.

Martial arts martial arts, first practice martial arts, and then enter the Tao.

Don't look at the many martial arts powerhouses in the East Spirit Realm, they are just practicing martial arts, and only when they reach the realm of martial arts can they be regarded as truly opening the door of the Dao.

Xiao Yishan also said this.

And there is a trace of mystery in the hegemony, which makes Lin Huang quite interested. You must know that the ancestor of the Drifting Snow Palace, who created this exercise at that time, was only in the realm of half-step martial arts, but he was able to sit for thirty years and create a Wang Tu hegemony, and he was also an amazing and brilliant person.

Thinking of this, Lin Huang attached a little importance to the martial arts in his hand.

Although it is only a quasi-ground level, it is not as good as the current cultivation of killing gods, but the origin is also quite good. After all, in this martial art, there is a trace of the mystery of the Tao.

Then, Lin Huang quickly browsed the scroll and memorized it word for word from the beginning to the end of the chapter.

"Qing'er, the hegemony is in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, so where is Wang Tu?"

After carrying the hegemony, Lin Huang asked Yan Qing'er next to him.

Yan Qing'er tilted her head, and after thinking for a moment, she said uncertainly: "I don't remember very clearly, maybe it is in the hands of Zangfeng Taizu's grandfather!"

"Yan Zangfeng?!"

Lin Huang thought about it a little, but he didn't pay attention to this former legend. It has been more than sixty or seventy years since he came into seclusion, and I don't know what state he has reached now.

How is it compared to today's Xuanyuan soldiers?

To put it mildly, Lin Huang and Yan Zangfeng still have some origins, Yan Zangfeng is Xiao Yishan's registered disciple, and Lin Huang is Xiao Yishan's disciple.

Strictly speaking, the two are brothers.

That's how it counts......

Lin Huang's eyes lit up, and he seemed to be old in the Drifting Snow Palace. Lin Huang looked at Yan Qing'er, with a hint of a smile in her clear eyes, "What should this girl call herself?"

"Uncle Taizu?"

Yan Qing'er looked at Lin Huang's weird smile, her delicate little face turned crimson, and then she bit her crystal red lips and hummed, "Big villain, what are you looking at?"

Ahem......

Lin Huang coughed dryly, walked past Yan Qing'er with a calm face, and led the latter down to the sixth floor of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

"Little tiger, go back first, I'll check something in the Scripture Pavilion!"

Lin Huang said.

"Don't forget the time to come out", Yan Qing'er nodded and reminded: "The matter of the Tomb of King Wu has already made a lot of noise, and the sect will soon issue a task to go down the mountain."

Lin Huang nodded, he entered the inner gate so anxiously just to be able to take the task and go to the tomb of King Wu to find the Burning Heart Lotus.

He is naturally extremely concerned about this matter.

"For a task like this, there will definitely be many disciples in the palace vying for it, you must know that it is the tomb of the Martial King, and there may be a chance to splash the sky inside, you must not let others grab the front."

Yan Qing'er continued.

Lin Huang was stunned, and then smiled gratefully, he forgot about this stubble.

The things left behind in front of a martial king have an extreme attraction to martial artists. Even the strong Wuhou is not exempt from vulgarity, let alone some young people.

After Yan Qing'er left, Lin Huang rushed into the third floor of the Scripture Pavilion.

In the scrolls in this layer, the history of the continent, the terroir, the legends of the warriors, the Zhiwei, the Qimen Dunjia, the feng shui physiognomy, and the imperial and wealthy families are recorded......

And Lin Huang wanted to find some information from it.

Some information about the Blood Spirit Temple!

(End of chapter)