The stone platform shattered, and immediately countless spiritual lights rushed out. "Domain Names - Familiar to Everyone"

Everyone's gaze was slightly illusory at first. Then there was a series of figures. Towards those brilliance, chase the past.

Zong Shou squinted slightly, but the first thing he caught was a few wisps of purple light.

"- Purple Pole Pill, Purple Pole Linghua!"

That is the real Zijin Pill! The Ziji Pill that is already psychic and can prolong the life of 30 years!

Without hesitation, Zong Shou Imperial Sword swooped down, his big hand open. Immediately, he captured a few pieces of purple light.

At this time, there were still several people around here, trying to compete for the Purple Extreme Pill.

But when they saw Zong Shou arrive, they sighed helplessly and moved aside. I really don't dare, and I can't fight with it.

Even a few people avoided him one after another, not entangled with him.

Except for the Ziji Dan here, the rest of the funeral objects are somewhat incompatible with the identity of this king. But to their Heavenly Realm cultivators, it was still a rare treasure.

At this time, I really can't do it, and I want to fight with this guy-

Zong Shou got a few Purple Pole Pills in his hands, and all the Purple Pole Linghua was also contained.

Looking around again, he frowned. casually took a sixth-order spear and a black sword, and then ignored the rest.

Although there are many spiritual objects here, there are not many that can be used.

He wanted to take it all down and bring it back to his subordinates, but he knew that when the water was full, it overflowed, and when the moon was full, it was lost.

The most valuable here is the Purple Pole Pill. After eating rò myself, I always need to give someone some soup.

Anyway, all the harvests of the sects need to be given to the dry sky.

and silently sè made a move. Collect all the spirit stones below into your own bag.

These spirit stones, compared to these strange treasures, are the most inconspicuous.

But Zong Shou was among them, and found hundreds of spirit stones above the third order of the Xuan level.

Just such a bunch, his own book can have about two hundred and fifty days more. How can you not like it?

This fragment of Yunmeng Daze in the Dragon Valley is far more than just this king's tomb.

Thinking of this expected huge gain, Zong Shou felt that after he went back this time, he was afraid that he would wake up laughing even if he dreamed.

It was only at this time that Zong Shou realized that the water Ling bō was standing in mid-air.

Even if the light was in the sky, it was unmoved. Even if it passed in front of her eyes, there was no intention of fighting.

Zong Shou felt strange slightly, but he was still patient. Take out the body of the weak water from the spirit mustard ring.

A Purple Polar Spirit Hua Dan fed it, and sure enough, the internal organ injuries were rapidly improving at a speed that was visible to the eye.

Looking at this situation, there is no need for Xuanyuan to be treated by others, at most three or five hours, the weak water can heal and wake up.

My mind was suddenly relieved and completely put down. Zong Shou smiled and leaned over to Shui Ling.

"Why is my sister in a daze? If you don't make a move, I'm afraid that you won't have a chance-"

The weak water injury has recovered, and Zong Shou is in a good mood, so he is also in the mood and makes a joke about the water Ling.

Shui Ling suddenly became slightly angry, turned his head and glared at Zong Shou fiercely. I thought that one day, I would surpass this son in the Golden Book of Xuanming!

At the moment, he could only respond helplessly, and then snorted disdainfully: "It's just some garbage, what's a good gun? It's ridiculous that this king is in vain as a hegemon. As a result, after death, he became a poor ghost, which is really pitiful-"

Zong Shou listened, and then remembered this Taiyuan fairy, but under the god emperor, the real luck first.

In the past few decades, I don't know how many rare treasures have been obtained. In that body, there is also a Martial Saint Golden Pill,

It's no wonder that I don't even look down on things here. ..., he despised that Xiang Wang for a few words, and Shui Ling pointed down with his tender fingers: "It's you, if you don't take that thing, someone else will snatch it?"

The place that Shui Ling bō refers to is the top of the high platform. After that outer layer is shattered. Inside is another yù stone platform. And at the top, there is a golden sè throne. Carved with a nine-headed carved dragon shape, it looks luxurious and solemn.

But if you look carefully at it with your spiritual eyes, you can see countless blood-red evil qi lingering on it.

Zong Shou glanced at it, but he didn't care: "I don't like this thing very much, and I don't like it." If they can take it, there is nothing wrong with that—"

Although he said this, his heart was entangled.

When he first saw this throne, he already felt that it was wrong. Between this object, there is not only a few rejections and disgusts, but also an incomparably strong attraction.

Rather, it should be hunger and thirst.

At the extreme, it almost made him lose his mind, and he was full of hallucinations in the sea of consciousness, and he subconsciously wanted to touch it. In the end, it was this Ah Nose Throne who spontaneously cut off contact with him, and then he came to his senses.

I can't tell what it feels like, Zong Shou always feels that if he sits on it, something will definitely happen. Something, will be changed.

Whether it's good or bad, I don't know.

The only thing that is certain is that this Ah Nose Throne obviously has its own preliminary machine spirit, and will choose its own master.

And I'm afraid that I have been excluded from this throne.

Could it be that the spiritual movement that I felt outside the Dragon Valley in Yīn before was this thing?

"You are really weird! This Ah Nose Throne was refined by the First Emperor when he collected countless spiritual gold from all over the world to resist the invasion of the royal qi. With such a treasure, you are willing to be generous to people-"

Shui Ling shook his head, really too lazy to say more. Since Zong Shou doesn't want it, can he still be strong?

While the two of them were talking, there was already a ninth-order spiritual cultivator who had reached the top of the high platform.

With a face full of ecstasy, he grabbed the throne. When it was collected, it was frightened.

Then the whole person suddenly shrank. In an instant, it was as if the skin and blood were all taken away. Up and down, only one skeleton remains.

In the end, it turned into dust and sand.

The few monks around who were intent on competing were obviously stunned. But he was still unwilling and still tried to collect it.

With the lessons of the past, it is natural that he no longer dares to touch the mō with his hands. Each of them cast a spiritual spell and tried to absorb it.

But every time he breathed in that spiritual power and touched the throne of Na Nose, the qi and blood in these people's bodies were all rushing out.

In an instant, around this throne, there were four ninth-order monks. Turned to dust. There are only two of them, and they are lucky to break free. But most of the skin, bones, and blood have also been dissolved, and the shape is miserable.

Shui Ling Bō and Zong Shou looked at each other and glanced at each other, and then the former nodded slightly: "That's right! This thing is really better not to touch it for the time being!"

Zong Shou was also afraid, this Ah Nose Throne was even more domineering than his Heaven Swallowing Yuan Decision.

If he 'swallows' a person, at least there is still some scum left. This A-nose throne is not left with any scum.

If you take the liberty to touch this thing. At this time, I really don't know what will happen.

Suddenly, there was a warning in my heart, and I looked at the sky. I saw another cloud of light and shadow, volleying into the sky.

The aura was dazzling, making people subconsciously avoid it. But then I felt that it was wrong, and looked at it again. I saw that in that brilliance, it was in the shape of a book.

"It's Yushu!"

"It's really here!"

I don't know who it was, but I let out an exclamation first. Then almost everyone looked at the past. Even those who chased the spiritual light and got a few pieces in their hands stopped one after another and looked over. There was a look of surprise and a little fanaticism. ...,

Zong Shou also frowned, and with his soul power converged on his eyes, penetrating the layer of aura.

Then the expression was a little strange.

On the surface of that book, there are indeed the words "Dome Genesis". But why is this feeling a little different from his "Book of Destiny of the World"?

And in the legend, in the two books of the universe, shouldn't they be one?

Why at this time, this world in the depths of his soul. Why is there no reaction at all?

There were all kinds of doubts in his heart, but Zong Shou thought about it flawlessly for a while.

What is the truth, you always need to take it in your hand and look at it to know the reason.

Shui Ling bō was already a soft sound, and suddenly rose into the air. A thin net of gold sè went to the book of "The Creation of the Universe".

"Zong Shou, I'm going to settle this Yushu! If you dare to fight, don't blame me for being ruthless under the sword-"

Hearing this, Zong Shou also drew his sword and flew into the air, laughing softly: "Whoever can take it depends on their ability." I'm not going to give in—"

Whether this thing is "Dome Genesis or not", he is bound to get it!

"That's what you said!"

Shui Ling snorted, seeing the thin net, he wanted to cover the earthy yellow sè Yushu.

But I only saw a sword light. Suddenly, there was a rise in the sky. With the intention of shattering, just right, the thin net was deflected.

"Absolutely!"

Looking ahead, Na Jue yù was already far away from Yushu, but just a stone's throw away, Shui Ling's pupils immediately shrank. It was another sword shadow, slashing through the void.

Cutting off the light yīn, Ling Jue yù was forced to fly backwards to avoid it.

This Li Wuhui has just been forced to retreat. There was no injury over there, and it was also a sword, flying down. Thousands of spiritual explosions broke Li Wuhui's figure far away!

Several people competed for each other, and in an instant, they had already been held several times. But no one could get close to the "Universe Creation Record", but they were bborrowed farther and farther away by the sword light and sword shadow.

As for those ninth-order cultivators, they couldn't get close at all. Where the sword light and sword qi rush, it is often just residual strength, which can be fatal.

It could only be pale, looking at a few people from afar. It's already completely resting, snatching the mind of this "Dome Genesis".

Zong Shou was the last to make a move, but he was the last to come. Just as a few people were holding each other back, they took a step and stepped to a distance of about 100 zhang from the "Dome Creation Record".

A few people around were stunned. When he was at a loss, he didn't know whether to start fighting or not. That was unharmed, but it was already a subordinate sword, rushing down.