After a while, the people of other families got up one after another, and the higher they went up this stone step, the greater the consumption of vitality, if it weren't for the enough spirit stones in their hands, they would never have been able to get here.

"Let's go, there are still more than five hundred hurdles, let's go up in one breath!" Ji Changkong said lightly, and a corner on the top of the stone platform could already be seen here.

After he finished speaking, he still took the lead and walked forward, a pair of sharp eyes looking straight ahead, there were countless stars in his eyes, one star died with every step he took, and more stars were born after a while.

If there is someone who understands the martial arts of the Ji family here, they will definitely be surprised, Ji Changkong is still cultivating the Xingchen Martial Spirit in this situation.

Everyone walked slowly on the stone steps, and the further they walked at this time, the closer they got to the stone platform, and the pressure they were under doubled and increased, as if there was an invisible layer of resistance to stop everyone.

Bang!

One of the Ji family's martial artists stepped on the stone steps with one foot, and before the other foot hit the ground, it exploded with a bang, and his body turned into a cloud of dust.

Ji Changkong didn't look back, his face didn't change in the slightest, he held a lower-level spirit stone in his hand, and continued to walk forward step by step.

As they got closer to the stone platform, the pressure on everyone became more terrifying, as if a hill was pressing on their shoulders. The moment the footsteps fell, the stone steps were like a bottomless pit, sucking away more than half of the spiritual energy in everyone's bodies.

Bang, bang, bang!

There were several martial artists from various families who couldn't bear the pressure, and they exploded, and for a while people were panicked and frightened, and they were afraid that they would be the next to die.

Saints stop!

A towering stele appeared in front of Ji Changkong, and there were four big characters of vicissitudes written on the stele, and an endless coercion emanated from the stele.

Ji Changkong sneered, the long sword in his hand flew, and several sword qi struck on the stone stele, cracks appeared on the stone stele, and then shattered into countless stone chips.

Looking up at the stone platform in front of him, there were only ten steps to go up, Ji Changkong let out a soft shout, and a figure came out of his body.

Stand on top of the stone steps in front of you, and then a figure emerges from the figure in front of you, stepping up the stone stairs a step higher. After repeating this ten times, Ji Changkong's figure finally reached the peak of the stone platform.

Ji Changkong took a deep breath, and the nine doppelgangers behind him overlapped on his body like phantoms. At the top of the stone platform is a wide platform, and in the center of the platform is a golden coffin.

A faint aura of Haoran emanated from the coffin, and Ji Changkong couldn't help himself, with a faint smile on his face. After countless scheming, after nine deaths, I finally came here.

The golden holy coffin was a man high, and Ji Changkong walked slowly over with a relaxed step. At this moment, a figure slowly walked out from the opposite side of the holy coffin, startling Ji Changkong and taking several steps back.

"Brother Changkong, I haven't seen you for a long time. Chu Chaoyun walked out from behind the coffin, looked at Ji Changkong and smiled lightly.

Ji Changkong's face was expressionless, his expression was extremely serious, and his heart was extremely shocked, he didn't expect to meet Chu Chaoyun here, it was too surprising.

Bang bang bang!

Hua Yunfei, Duanmu Qing and Gui Yihou walked up with several martial artists one after another, looking at Chu Chaoyun opposite, they were all a little surprised in their hearts.

Chu Chaoyun said lightly: "Don't look at me like that, I have just arrived, and this golden coffin has not been opened yet." With that, he made a gesture of encouragement and stepped back.

Ji Changkong glanced at Duanmu Qing and the three of them, and the three of them slowly walked up to Chu Chaoyun and blocked him out, Chu Chaoyun smiled lightly and ignored it.

Rumble!

Ji Changkong slapped his palm on the lid of the golden coffin, and a crisp long groan came out, and the sound waves vibrated in all directions, and everyone only felt that their eardrums were stunned.

The lid of the coffin was lifted open, but Ji Changkong looked at his palm in a bit of astonishment, and then said to the people around him: "Look at whether you can still use your vitality." ”

The others were stunned when they heard this, and then they hurriedly experimented, and found that the martial soul in the dantian seemed to be imprisoned, and no matter how it worked, it could not summon the martial soul.

"What's going on?" said the crowd in astonishment.

Chu Chaoyun smiled faintly, separated the crowd and said, "Let's take a look at what is in this coffin first." ”

When everyone heard this, they put aside the doubts in their hearts and walked towards the coffin, and after a lot of hard work, everyone was a little curious about which saint would lie in the coffin.

In the golden holy coffin, a majestic man in a purple emperor's robe lay quietly on top of the coffin, his hands on his chest, holding a long sword.

Ji Changkong said in surprise: "Isn't this the last imperial lord of the Tianwu Dynasty, how could he lie here?"

Gui Yihou and others were shocked, and everything along the way here showed that this was a saint site. The martial arts obtained from the black coffins in the underground palace can prove that there are countless murals on the palace walls, all of which are in the style of ancient times.

10,000 years after the end of the ancient period, the Tianwu Dynasty began to rise slowly, this last emperor of the Tianwu Dynasty, only a few thousand years after his death, how could it be related to the saint 20,000 years ago?

Poof!

The man in the purple emperor robe in the holy coffin, his eyes suddenly opened, and a little purple light appeared in his eyes, and a martial artist who looked at him was burned to ashes before he could react.

"Has the Emperor of Tianwu come back to life?"

"Is this the legendary Heavenly Fire?" all the warriors retreated, their hearts were terrified, although the Heavenly Martial Emperor Dynasty had been destroyed for thousands of years, but the legend about him, everyone did not dare to forget.

At the beginning, the first generation of Tianwu Emperor, with his peerless power, unified the entire Tianwu Continent and established the Tianwu Empire of the Wanzai Dynasty. Such an achievement on the entire continent can be said to be unprecedented and unprecedented, and he deserves to be the first person in ancient and modern times.

Legend has it that he borrowed the Heavenly Fire from outside the territory, and when the Heavenly Fire burns in full force, the entire continent will melt, and he is the king of fire, and no one can stop it.

Every generation of emperors from now on will have the strength of the Great Emperor, even the last Heavenly Martial Emperor Lord lying in here has the strength of the Great Emperor, if he really wakes up, no one can escape.

Chu Chaoyun showed a thoughtful expression on his face, slowly walked to the front, stared at the purple-robed emperor in the coffin, and said, "Don't worry, it's just a wisp of qi, just don't look at his eyes." ”

Everyone pondered for a moment and thought about it, no one in this world can never be immortal, even the Tianwu Emperor has been sitting down for many years, except for the legendary martial god, no one can not die.

Looking at the coffin in the platform again, everyone's eyes became hot, although they didn't know where the body of the saint in it was, but the body of this Tianwu Emperor would definitely not be worse than the value of the ancient saint.

The Heavenly Fire contained in his body alone was enough to make people go crazy, because the power of the Heavenly Fire was too great. Before the death of the first generation of Tianwu Emperor, he divided the heavenly fire into tenths, leaving only one-tenth for future generations.

But even if it is only one-tenth, the power of the heavenly fire is still very terrifying, and it can be said that it is easy to open the mountains and crack the rocks and burn the eight desolations.

Before everyone came to the holy coffin, they didn't dare to make any movement for a while, Ji Changkong stretched out his hand and slowly lowered the person's eyes, and the emperor in the coffin closed his eyes again.

Call!

Hua Yunfei stretched out his hand, directly took out the long sword in the hand of the Tianwu Emperor, and said in surprise: "Heaven Splitting Sword, this is a holy soldier, it is a complete holy soldier. ”

Bang! The holy soldier suddenly broke free of Hua Yunfei's hands and flew towards Guiyihou, Hua Yunfei's face changed, and he quickly stretched out his hand to grab it back, but the speed at which the holy soldier flew out was too fast to catch it at all.

Gui Yihou stretched out his hand lightly, and caught the holy soldier with some confusion, not understanding why the holy soldier flew into his hand, and he was not used to using a sword because he used a gun.

Hua Yunfei walked quickly to him, stretched out his hand to grab it, Gui Yihou's expression froze, and he said coldly: "Hua Yunfei, what do you want to do." ”

Hua Yunfei looked at the holy soldier in Guiyihou's hand, and said angrily: "What are you doing, return my holy soldier to me." ”

Gui Yihou smiled coldly and said: "The holy soldier chooses his own master, it is obvious that you are not worthy of this holy soldier, so don't mess around with me here." ”

"Toast and don't eat and drink!" Hua Yunfei has long been unaccustomed to Gui Yihou, and he has always remembered it in his heart when Gui Yihou stopped him from killing Xiao Chen before.

Finding this excuse at this moment, all the gold-armored warriors under Gui Yihou were not there, and with the four martial artists behind him, Hua Yunfei made a move without hesitation.

You can't use the vitality on the platform, and the two sides can only rely on the strength of the ** and the skills of fighting.

Although there is only one person in Guiyihou, he has been on the battlefield all the year round, and his experience in hand-to-hand combat is much richer than these five people.

Ji Changkong glanced lightly at the battle behind him and didn't look at it anymore, he put his eyes on Chu Chaoyun opposite, and said lightly: "Brother Chaoyun, if this emperor's heavenly fire can be taken out, how about you and I divide it equally." ”

Chu Chaoyun smiled faintly, looked at Ji Changkong and said, "Do I have a reason to refuse?"

After the two finished discussing, they began to discuss how to take out the Heavenly Fire in the Heavenly Martial Emperor's body, after the Heavenly Fire was completely absorbed, it would be hidden in every inch of the owner's skin, and it was very difficult to take it out directly, and it was basically impossible.

The most direct way to take out the Heavenly Fire is to directly refine the corpse of the Heavenly Martial Emperor, and after refining, the Heavenly Fire will be directly condensed and appear in the heavens and the earth, eternal and immortal.

With the strength of the two of them, if they want to refine the corpse of an emperor, it is tantamount to a fool's dream, and if they do it indiscriminately, it is very likely that they will be eaten by the heavenly fire, and there will be no slag burned.

In addition to Tianhuo, the inheritance martial art of the Tianwu Dynasty is also a treasure that makes people blush, if it can be found here, the value is definitely not lower than that of Tianhuo.

Ji Changkong rummaged in the golden holy coffin, but after looking for a long time, he didn't find anything, and couldn't help but look at Chu Chaoyun, the emperor's sleeping place is absolutely impossible to leave without inheritance.