The voice was somewhat familiar. ”

Jiang Chen muttered.

"I'm the one from last time. ”

The old voice sounded again, but it seemed that no one could hear it except himself. Jiang Chen flipped over his spirit ring, which was basically full of food and clothing.

Inside the spirit ring, in a corner, a broken piece of copper shone with a faint light, red and gold on one side.

Bang dang!

Jiang Chen took out the copper sheet...

"Is that you, the one who gave me half of the Fist Sutra that time? ”

Jiang Chen seemed to remember something, but he wasn't sure.

Half an hour passed, and there was no response.

"yes"

The old man's voice was unusually weak, as if it was about to drift away in the next second.

Jiang Chen ran his spiritual power, and the pale white spiritual power continued to pour into the copper sheet, and the mysterious patterns and lines on the copper plate were lighting up one after another, and suddenly a scene appeared...

Above the sea of blood, there was no one in the vastness. How lonely and desolate, a tall and tall figure with black hair fluttering slowly, holding an ancient halberd, suddenly ten thousand figures appeared around, surrounding it.

Among the 10,000 figures, some are human races like the person holding the halberd, a mighty and powerful sacred cow, with a pair of horns on its head, and the horns contain the Tao of its body, destroying the void, moving mountains and reclaiming the sea, omnipotent.

But at this time, it was a little bleak, and some of the ten thousand zhang spirit Jiao that had been transformed into a body were full of gold, and the coercion that emanated made the sea of blood continue to roll, and the shape was roughly the same as that of the real dragon, but it was also a little worse.

There is also a human race, a young face, extremely tall, dressed in white, holding a divine bow, the bow is engraved with countless patterns, and the Tao blesses it, and said lightly:

"The Tao turns into a bow, the Tao turns into an arrow, destroys the world and destroys the earth, and suppresses demons and evils!"

Jiang Chen was immersed in the scene, feeling that kind of supreme coercion, which was far beyond Su Lao's, as if one of these ten thousand people descended in front of him, he would not be able to bear it, and his whole body exploded.

In the middle of the sea of blood, the man with the halberd.

"Invincible at the same level, the saint of all races is nothing more than that. ”

Said lightly.

"Okay, you are an innate spiritual Dao body, you have fought all the races, and you have used the method of the Holy Realm of all races as a furnace to smelt the exercises that belong to you and transcend the Holy Realm, do you want to control the Holy Desolate Continent. ”

A thousand-zhang golden avenue appeared, and on it a horse flashed with purple light, and the ancient divine beast unicorn with holy light shining on its four hooves rushed over, rushing from hundreds of millions of miles in an instant.

"It's you who broke into my Qilin Divine Land and picked my imperial medicine?"

The unicorn emitting purple light said angrily.

After a while, the Ten Thousand Divine Flames flew from the edge of the sea of blood towards the Sages of all races, and the sea of blood was evaporated a lot along the way.

A fiery phoenix arrived, and said resentfully:

"Wounding the elders of our clan and taking the blood of the Phoenix Nirvana will not make you feel better today. ”

An old man of the Terran walked out, a long-established sage, whose path was unfathomable, his lips opened and closed dryly, and a voice resounded through the sky.

"If you are allowed to grow up, wouldn't you want to destroy our ancient spirit sect?"

After that, 10,000 golden avenues lit up, 10,000 holy laws hit the person with the halberd, the sea of blood was evaporated, revealing the seabed, under which were the white bones of Sensen, he didn't know how long he had been killed, and the Tao covered the entire sea of blood, he couldn't escape, only to resist.

syllable

There was a soft sound, the picture shattered, and I couldn't see anything anymore.

Hey, why is this ancient halberd so familiar, especially the shape of the halberd blade, how is it so similar to the copper sheet on his body.

Jiang Chen was sweating profusely at this time, such a grand scene, the mountain peaks that were thousands of feet high would collapse, the sea of blood would be evaporated, and the battle of the void shattering would be unimaginable.

"I am the halberd, the divine copper is the material, and the ten thousand holy laws are the furnace fire, and I am the only emperor in the world that is not passed down from ancient times. The war lasted for 10,000 years, and all saints withered, and finally it was inevitable. I forgot how many thousands of years had passed from ancient times to the present, until that day your hand touched me and awakened me from my slumber. ”

The old man's voice still sounded.

"That's... The person who bears the halberd is... Are you?"

Jiang Chen said curiously.

"Emperor, before he is sanctified, he is called emperor. I am the instrument spirit in the halberd, my name is Xuan Ling, and now I only have a wisp of spiritual consciousness left, and many memories have been lost, but I can't forget this one. ”

The Ancient Artifact Spirit said lightly, as if he had thought of the glorious time again.

"Then why do you want to take the dragon spirit vine, it will work for me?"

Jiang Chen wondered.

"I feel it, the pressure of the dragon's blood has been precipitated for 10,000 years, it is not an ordinary elixir, I am afraid there is a spirit. ”

Xuan Ling said.

"I'm afraid it's not just me who needs it, you need it too, Xuan Ling. ”

Jiang Chen weighed the copper sheet in his hand and said with a smile.

Xuan Ling knew that he couldn't hide it, smiled bitterly, and acquiesced.

"How about you help me get it, and I will pass on a spiritual scripture to you?"

Xuan Ling tempted and said that his vitality was greatly damaged, and he needed the essence of the elixir to restore his vitality.

"I don't need the Spirit Sutra, the original half of the Fist Sutra is enough, I'll help you, I've practiced the eight-inch fist for ten years, I can't break through the seventh weight without you, and I don't know how to break through the eighth layer. ”

Jiang Chen said gratefully.

"Boy, that's good, I'll show you the eight-inch fist. ”

Xuanling Dao.

At this time, Jiang Chen's spiritual sense entered the time in the copper piece, and he saw a small figure, a little boy of three or four years old, still holding a pacifier, punching in a decent manner, which looked a little funny.

"Xuan Ling, you... That's what it looks like?"

Jiang Chen said speechlessly, he always thought that he was an old man of the Immortal Wind Dao Bone Land, so that he would be in line with the image of a peerless powerhouse.

"At that time, I had just been born, and it was only a few years, so no. ”

Xuan Ling said with a black line on his face.

"I'll go, little brat. ”

Jiang Chen teased.

Bang!

A sound sounded, Xuan Ling's small body, as if it contained supreme power, and every punch that went out involved the appearance of the Dao Ze Spirit Chain, rumbling.

"This..."

Jiang Chen was a little frustrated, this was a world of difference from the eight-inch punch he usually played.

Jiang Chen opened his eyes wide and watched Xuan Ling boxing, and slowly fell into the artistic conception of the origin of the eight-inch boxing.

Xuan Ling stopped halfway through, as if he was brewing something...

Seeing Jiang Chen close his eyes and comprehend the Taoist rules, he exhaled a big breath, and the next words made people smile bitterly:

"I still can't remember, forget it. ”

At this time, Jiang Chen entered a place that emitted colorful light, ethereal, only himself, and he was tirelessly punching...

Eight inches away!

Seven inches away!

...

Jiaoquan shook the mountains and forests!

Fist off...

Click

Jiang Chen couldn't go out, and he encountered a bottleneck.

Two hours later

Jiang Chen's spiritual sense returned to wake up, and he was still in the inn, looking at the copper piece in his hand, as if he had a dream.

Can't believe everything that's happening, yourself...

"Xuan Ling, Xuan Ling!"

Jiang Chen tentatively shouted twice.

A few breaths have passed, and there has been no reply.

"It looks like a dream. ”

Jiang Chen patted his chest and exhaled.

"What are you telling me to do, and let people sleep. ”

The immature voice sounded, the milk voice was milky, and Jiang Chen was a little speechless.

"You... How?"

"No, I'm already very young, okay, I just pretended to be before. ”

Xuan Ling said cheekily.

"Oh"

Jiang Chen looked indifferent.

"Oh, oh, oh, don't bother me if it's okay. ”

Xuan Ling said angrily, this kid is simply.

“...”

Jiang Chen was speechless for a while.

...

"Guest, guest, I put your food for you outside the door. ”

The voice of the innkeeper sounded outside the door.

"Got it. ”

Jiang Chen said lightly.

and continue to immerse myself in the artistic conception of the eight-inch fist...