The years were still the same, and the wooden door that had existed for I didn't know how many years was slowly pushed open, and when Zhao Feng pushed open the wooden door, he felt that the wooden door existed longer than this giant tower. When the wooden door is recommended, the room where you can't see your fingers gives people a kind of silent depression, which is the precipitation of the coming years and the precipitation of history.

Just as Zhao Feng tried to look at the back of the wooden door in the dark, countless points of light suddenly appeared in the room, and these points of light did not stay after they appeared, and then quickly flew out towards the bluestone on the side, and then fell on the bluestone lamppost to instantly illuminate this dark space.

It took Zhao Feng a long time to get used to the brightness of the room, and then he opened his eyes and looked into the room, only to see that the room was only the room below, and there was another kind of wooden door in the direction facing directly.

Zhao Feng looked around the room and there were no strange utensils or other things, and the only thing that Zhao Feng paid attention to was that there was a bluestone stone platform in the most central place. Zhao Feng could see that there was something originally placed on the stone platform, but now it was gone, because the dust on the stone platform could be clearly seen.

Zhao Feng stepped into the room, then looked at the ceiling, and then froze, because the ceiling of the room was carved with four huge murals, these murals were intact and not damaged in the slightest, even if time passed, they still did not leave the scars of time on the murals.

Zhao Feng carefully looked at the mural and was surprised because the mural was extremely simple, and what surprised Zhao Feng was the person in the mural, this person was sitting in a black chariot in the first mural, and in the second mural was among the birds in the sky, the third mural was on an incomparably huge and towering platform, and the fourth mural was in front of a black stone tablet.

"It turns out that the figure in the scene is all a person, and the figure is a true god. Zhao Feng looked at the murals, especially the fourth mural, and muttered to himself.

Zhao Feng suddenly thought of the last words that the second senior brother had said to him in his room before he entered the Western Desert: "Four thousand years old, looking at the front from afar, ignorance is called God fighting the sky, year after year defeat and defeat in the extreme north, the sky is not kind, the earth is not merciful, people with ambitions ask heaven and earth." ”

At that time, Zhao Feng didn't understand what it meant, but now he finally understood the illusion that he had entered in the staircase, and the murals on the ceiling had revealed the truth, that is, "The true god is real, and it exists in history."

At the same time, in the snow forest between the Northern Wilderness, the Extreme North and the Wilderness Tribe, countless cultivators wearing animal skins bathed in blood and rained and walked out of the snow forest towards the Wilderness Tribe, while on the other side, the countless ordinary cavalry and countless cultivators of the Wilderness Tribe all looked at those cultivators who stepped out, their faces full of fear.

A huge camp in the wilderness, the camp at this moment is no longer as lively as it used to be. I saw countless powerful men coming and going in the most central camp, and countless cavalry on the wilderness all headed towards the extreme north. In the middle of the high school, there are countless cultivators who have gone to the far north, and there is no need to be wary of the warriors in the south.

At the gate of the tent, the Khan of the Dongting tribe looked at the carriage in the distance and was silent, and in the carriage sat the princess Mingzhu of the Great Song Dynasty and their only son.

Princess Mingzhu looked through the window of the carriage at her husband's face with tears on his face, how much she liked that she could stay, but she knew that she would be a burden to stay.

A few days ago, a cultivator from the Far North entered the Middle Wilderness King Department with some kind of news, and then the Khan of the Middle Wilderness King Department issued an order for the entire wilderness tribe to send troops to the Snow Forest, and the first cavalry and cultivator to enter the Snow Forest are now dead.

There was only one person in the largest camp of the Central Wilderness Wangbu at this time, and that was the Wangbu Khan, who sat on his chair and looked ahead in a daze.

"It's back, it's really back," Wang Khan repeated uncomfortably in his mouth.

At this time, in the Arctic Snow Mountain, an old man who exuded an aura that was completely in the sixth realm or had reached the existence of the master, the old man stood in front of the black stone tablet and was silent, but there was a look of surprise in his eyes.

Behind the old man, there were countless strong men in gorgeous robes, including the man who had been imprisoned in the Arctic snow cave for countless years, and the current minister of the Tuoba Department, Tuoshi.

The old man turned to look at the people behind him and said, "No matter what, you have to find the True God Monument."

"Yes, Patriarch. When everyone heard the old man's words, they all replied respectfully, and then turned and flew into the southern sky.

Only Tuoshi did not leave, as if waiting for the old man to say something, and the old man saw that Tuoshi did not speak, just turned around and left, and then disappeared.

Tuoshi looked at the old man who had disappeared, then walked forward, looked at the black stone tablet, and did not speak, but his face was extremely solemn.

At the same time, in the middle of the Western Desert, Tuoman looked at the north, and his eyes seemed to be able to see the black stone tablet and the stone in front of the stone tablet through the endless void, as well as the old man who disappeared.

In the Southern Heavenly Dao Temple, the Heavenly Dao Temple Lord looked at the old tree in the view, and then looked up at the sky as if he felt something, only to see that there was only one paper silk slowly falling from the five visions in the sky.

After the viewer caught the paper silk and saw the appearance on it, he directly tore the paper silk with his true qi, and then walked to the old tree, and then stretched out his right hand in front of the old tree, only to see the old tree shrink rapidly, and then turned into a wooden card.

The wooden card is black all over, there is no luster, there is no text on it, just a wooden card, and then the viewer looked at the north, and then waved his hand vigorously, only to see the wooden card fly to the north.

The wooden plaque flew through the void directly into the wilderness and then fell into an unknown small tribe, which was picked up by the people of the small tribe and handed it to the chief.

After the wooden card entered the patriarch's tent, it immediately exuded a monstrous aura, which was like the irresistible power of the heavens, and at the same time, the people of the true gods and alien races in the wilderness felt this aura.

Then all of them showed joy, in a stone house on the Arctic Snow Mountain, the old man from before felt the breath, his face showed ecstasy, and at the same time, Lin Zimel, who was in the wilderness, also felt this breath, and then his face disappeared in place step by step.

When Lin Ziol reappeared, he was in the small tribe that exuded breath on the wooden card, and I saw that the small tribe at this moment, whether it was an old man, a child or a young man, was all dead on the ground. Lin Ziol didn't ask, and directly stepped into the camp, and then saw the wooden card that fell on the ground, and when Lin Ziol was about to pick up the wooden card, a knife light directly swept Lin Ziol.

Lin Zichu turned around, the iron sword at his waist smashed, and then quickly picked up the wooden card and disappeared into the camp.

The figure that emitted sword light looked at the disappeared Lin Zi and the disappeared wooden card and breath, and his face was extremely angry, and then countless True God Alien Cultivators rushed over and saw the angry person.

"Tuoxiong, the monument is gone," one of the powerhouses in the Chinese robe asked

"I was taken away by the people of the academy," Tuoxiong said in a low voice, because he was seriously injured by Lin Zimel's sword back then, and had to be imprisoned in the Arctic snow cave for a hundred years.

At this time, under the ancient Bodhi tree, the ancient Buddha and the master also felt the breath emitted by the wooden card, and their faces changed differently, the ancient Buddha was surprised, and the master was angry.

The Ancient Buddha looked at the angry master and said, "So he really exists."

The Master was silent, and then his anger disappeared, and he was replaced by calm.

At the same time, for a while, the King of Great Song Qi took the soldiers and horses of the Great Song Dynasty to enter the blood-stained flat land to stand by, and a certain emperor and the four kings in the Lanwan secret realm entered the blood-stained flat land one step earlier.

The Dalin Temple in the territory of Buddhism finally issued a decree to recognize the identity of the rebel Loulan remnants, and then the imperial court contacted the Loulan remnants to sign some kind of agreement.

Subsequently, the Buddhist court and the Dalin Temple issued an official document at the same time, and then countless Buddhist cultivators and Buddhist soldiers and horses went to the Western Desert and the wilderness.

And Zhao Feng, who was in the giant tower of the Loulan ruins, had already pushed open the second wooden gate at this time, and when the gate was slowly pushed open, he saw that it was already brightly lit inside.

Zhao Feng looked at the room carefully, and then looked at the wooden sword in the center of the room, at this moment, the wooden sword emitted a talking light, but with the passage of time.

The light became stronger and stronger, and then echoed the other three wooden swords on Zhao Feng's waist, and at this time, the wooden sword in the center was different from the previous wooden sword in that it was not bound by chains, and the more obvious difference was that there were several relics around the wooden sword.

Several relics formed a ray of light that enveloped the wooden sword, and the white light emitted by the wooden sword collided with the golden light emitted by the relics. It's just that no matter how it collided, the golden light still didn't disperse, and Zhao Feng immediately pulled out one of the wooden swords, and then swung out a sword.

Zhao Feng simply waved the sword light, and there was no embodiment of runes and the rules of heaven and earth, calculating that the sword light was still powerful now, because Zhao Feng used the power of the flesh.

And those runes and the rules of heaven and earth entered the sword light in another form, the sword light collided with the golden light, and the inner wood sword light was added, and the golden light was instantly shattered and then turned into a sky full of light points, and those relics were also shattered.

The wooden sword in the period flew in front of Zhao Feng at the moment when the sword light shattered, Zhao Feng looked at the wooden sword in front of him in a daze, and then stretched out his right hand and slowly grabbed the hilt of the wooden sword.

When Zhao Feng held the hilt of the sword in his right hand, he saw a thunderclap on the ground, and then he saw that the bluestones around him began to crack, and then revealed the scenery outside. , Zhao Feng was startled when he saw the scenery outside, and then looked into the distance, and now where Zhao Feng was standing, there was no longer any earth, but an endless sky.

And what surprised Zhao Feng the most was that a huge portal was appearing in the sky in the distance at this time, and countless spirit beasts were flying on the portal, and there were countless Buddhas and Bodhisattvas sitting cross-legged and chanting.

At the same time, under the ancient tree of the Buddha in the back mountain, the Buddha felt the appearance of the portal and then disappeared, and the master looked at the disappearing chessboard, and then got up and took a step and disappeared into the forbidden land in the back mountain.

At the same time, Lu Xiaoxiao's face was extremely solemn after feeling the breath of the portal in the courtyard of the backyard of Dalin Temple close to the forbidden land of Houshan, and at the same time, the plum Zizi on the shore of Menglan Lake looked to the northwest, and Qingye, who was already seriously injured and dying in front of him, also looked at the northwest.

"He failed a thousand years ago, and now he will still be a failure," Li Zizi looked at the northwest, then turned his head to look at Aoba and said with a smile.

Aoba was shocked when he heard this, and suddenly looked at Li Zizi as if he had thought of something, and was just about to speak, only to see a flash of light and shadow that ended Aoba's life, no one knew that in the past few days, whether it was the people who walked in the forbidden land of the back mountain back then, or the people who walked now, all died in the hands of the disciples of the academy.

Li Zizi didn't care about Aoba's death, but moved in the direction of Dalin Temple step by step.

And somewhere in the wilderness, Lin Ziyu looked at the wooden sign in his hand, and then suddenly felt the breath of the portal looking northwest, and the rhubarb beside him was looking at the northwest direction angrily at the moment.

At the top of the tower, Zhao Feng looked at the portal that appeared and the increasingly strong Buddha Wei, and the corners of his mouth were already slightly red, and there was an urge to take refuge in Buddhism in his mind, and the lotus seed belonging to Buddhism in his body finally bloomed at this moment and reached the realm of Buddha Lotus.

At the moment when Zhao Feng's eyes were about to close, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him, and then he felt that the monstrous Buddha power disappeared and was replaced by a feeling of fresh wind.

"Teacher" Zhao Feng said with difficulty, although the Buddha Wei disappeared, Zhao Feng was still seriously injured under the Buddha Power.

The master turned to look at the injured disciple and said with a kind face, "The next one will be handed over to the teacher," and then grabbed Zhao Feng's shoulder and threw it towards the east.

Then the master turned to look at the portal, and the portal at this moment was different from the one above the Dalin Temple, because there were no more Buddhas and Bodhisattvas and spirit beasts in it, only an incomparably large golden Buddha was the Buddha.

The Buddha opened his eyes and was silent, but his eyes were full of anger, because his thousand-year-old layout was broken by the man in front of him.

"Yours is still a mortal, and your game is still a small game," the master began

The Buddha was silent, but that face had already been replaced by anger, which rushed straight to the nine heavens, and the Buddha Wei stirred the sky.

(The two chapters are seven thousand words compared to the first three chapters, and the next two chapters will basically be about six or seven thousand.) ）