Chapter 8 Immortal Decision

In this land where countless emperors are buried, the eternal world is unchanged. There was a pair of eyes www.biquge.info Pen Fun Pavilion that seemed to be able to penetrate the void, and they kept looking at the Wu Feng and the others scattered in different places.

"Is it time for the grave to open once every fifty years? No...... There was a smell of the ancient talisman, and none of these young people were more than eighteen years old...... It seems that it is undoubtedly the same as the Desolate Ancient Talisman, and people over the age of eighteen cannot enter through the Ancient Talisman. ”

"Huh...... The power of the ancient talisman to be opened once in ten years is expected to be reaped from it......"

The ancient and desolate tones echoed in this world for a long time, setting off the atmosphere of the dead silence around the world, which was particularly eerie.

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Wu Feng stood in front of Emperor Wu's tombstone, and the ups and downs in his heart could not be calmed for a long time. Here, the world of Nuoda is actually the final resting place of every Emperor Realm powerhouse?

Wu Feng looked at the edge of the end at a glance, and his heart was pinched fiercely, how many Emperor Realm powerhouses have been born from the mythological era to the present? But why did these powerhouses with extremely brilliant identities stand here alone after death?

Forcibly suppressing his body's reluctance to this tombstone, Wu Feng continued to walk in a direction that he had identified, and he didn't know where the destination was, but it was not a good way to sit still and wait for death.

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Walking all the way, Wu Feng's heart was shocked, the life deeds of the emperors were like magnificent historical songs, magnificent and legendary!

I don't know how long it has been walking, and there seems to be no concept of time here, and when Wu Feng's mind was about to collapse, he finally saw a high slope hundreds of meters above the horizon in front of him.

People, if they stay in the same environment for too long, any little difference will burst out of their inner pent-up passion!

Suppressing the joy in his heart, Wu Feng walked quickly towards the high slope. Along the way, Wu Feng found that the gravity here had slowly increased a lot more than before, and it became stronger and stronger with the altitude!

Wu Feng took a mechanical step, his muscles and bones were gradually a little sore in the fight against gravity, if it wasn't for the perennial adaptation to the overweight environment, I'm afraid that Wu Feng only had two ways to walk now.

The first is to be directly crushed to the ground by this gravity and cannot move, and the second is to use the source force, and then it is crushed to the ground after the source force is exhausted......

Sure enough, as Long Yingtian said, there is no trace of source qi between heaven and earth, and one's own source power can only be used a little, and a little bit can be lost......

Rustle rustle......

About an hour later... Or after two hours, Wu Feng finally climbed to the top of the high slope, and the gravity here actually reached thirty times the usual amount, and the huge gravity made it extremely difficult for Wu Feng to move his fingers!

"That's... That's ......"

Wu Feng gasped heavily, and as soon as he raised his head, he was stunned by what he saw!

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In the distant sky, five huge awl mausoleums are like five huge fingers standing between heaven and earth, reaching into the sky, I don't know how high they are!

Compared with the tombstones arranged on the purple and black earth, they seem to be gods, giants standing tall above all beings.

"Mausoleum... Mausoleum?"

Wu Feng looked at the mausoleum in the distance like five mountains with a dry mouth, and for a while, his brain was like a short circuit, and it was blank!

After the death of a generation of emperors, there can only be a stone tablet here to record his life deeds, but there are actually five huge mausoleums in the distance? Wu Feng looked at the mausoleum that was as high as the sky and the sun in a daze, and the horror in his heart was undoubtedly put to the maximum at this moment!

Who could be able to enjoy such a huge mausoleum?

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In the void, the eyes that had been looking at everyone stared at Wu Feng with some feeling, but they immediately shook it violently!

He ...... You can actually see the Five Classics?"

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Heaven and earth are the same, in such a depressing and lifeless place, many people are afraid that they will be driven crazy directly!

Wu Feng's eyes were full of shock, looking at the miraculous mausoleum in the distance, there was a trace of trance for a while......

"With your heart... Get in touch with them, it's a great opportunity in your life...... It's up to you whether you can grasp it or not......"

Suddenly, a vague and hoarse voice slowly exploded in Wu Feng's ears, Wu Feng was in a fierce battle, quickly turned around and made a defensive posture and roared: "Who is pretending to be a ghost?"

The voice spread in all directions, but there was no reply, as if the voice just now was just Wu Feng's illusion.

Wu Feng's body did not relax in the slightest, he believed in his sense of hearing, that voice would definitely not be his illusion, there were too many strangeness revealed here, so he had to deal with it carefully.

Time passed little by little, and Wu Feng's forehead was soaked with beads of sweat, but the defensive movements on his hands did not change at all. He struck one of the most common defensive postures of Bajiquan, the Tiger Hug. This is also one of the eight styles of King Kong, the full name of the circle to block the tiger and hold the emergency, is a move that can respond to emergencies, advance can also attack, retreat can change the move, come and go freely!

In the past, when he practiced the Vajra Eight Styles alone, Wu Feng still couldn't understand the truth of his fist intent, but when Feng Qingyang punched all the Eight Extremes Fist Sutra into his mind, he suddenly felt that his use of the Vajra Eight Styles had reached a state of arbitrariness, and he even had the idea of using it that he had not had at all before.

This made Wu Feng more interested in the Bajiquan, the Vajra Eight Style is just an introductory move to the Bajiquan, so how powerful will the real Bajiquan be?

Wu Feng secretly made up his mind that after going out this time, he must first cultivate the Eight Extremes Fist, although he didn't know how powerful the Eight Extremes Sect was, but since he could support a Venerable like Master Feng Qingyang, it must not be a simple commodity in the entire Ten Thousand Domains World, so is their Zhenzong Martial Arts Society a big road?

"Boy, if you don't communicate, they'll be gone...... The Five Classics are not something that can be seen casually... One may only have one chance in a lifetime to awaken them......"

The voice appeared out of thin air again, this time much clearer, but the dead silence revealed in the voice still made Wu Feng shiver.

Wu Feng put away his movements with an ugly face, he knew that the other party must be a strong man, and he was afraid that he would not even be able to touch the other party's clothes and belts with this little means. However, it seems that the owner of this voice has no malicious intent, which makes Wu Feng, who has always been depressed, feel relieved a little.

"Who the hell are you, if you have the ability to come out and speak, why are you pretending to be a ghost......" Wu Feng looked around, his eyes flashed, and his expression was serious and said in a deep voice.

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After a long time, the voice sounded again.

"Little doll, put away your childish agitation method! the Five Classics are about to disappear, huh, don't you know about the Five Classics......

The voice of the vicissitudes of life sighed softly, and there seemed to be some doubts. Wu Feng was also a little embarrassed after being exposed, smiled in a coated manner, scratched his head and said with some embarrassment: "I really don't know what the Five Classics are?"

The hidden figure in the void almost choked to death without a breath, and only after half a sound did he hold his breath: "Which little bastard came in without telling the junior to know the rules...... You, little doll, now concentrate on them, have the heart to sense them, and ...... quickly."

When Wu Feng heard this, his face couldn't help but twitch, who the hell is this person? He actually dared to call Feng Qingyang them little bastards, but he hurriedly sat down cross-legged, and did not forget to reply while hurrying.

"I haven't asked the seniors yet!"

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"I forgot the old man's name for a long time, I'm just an insignificant grave sweeper in the past ten thousand years......

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Grave Sweeper...... Wu Feng muttered in his heart, it's really simple and rude!!

Wu Feng gathered all his thoughts, looked at the five huge awl mausoleums in the distance, and slowly closed his eyes.

All... It seems to have fallen silent, Wu Feng, who is as immobile as a sculpture, the mausoleum like five giant mountains in the distant sky, and the eternal purple-black heaven and earth seem to form an immovable picture.

Even the eyes in the void stared at Wu Feng sitting cross-legged with a vague sense of expectation, as if waiting for something to appear......

Little by little......

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As time passed, Wu Feng felt that his heart was becoming more and more transparent, and he seemed to be a part of this world. Quietly feel the will of the many emperors who sleep here......

There is the unyielding unwillingness of the Emperor of War to look up to the sky and roar, the pride of the Fire Emperor and the worship of the Ten Thousand Flames, the hidden tenderness in the cold ice of the Cold Emperor for thousands of years, and the loneliness of the Emperor of Heaven who is in charge of all beings......

Countless wills are like the reincarnation of countless Emperor Realm powerhouses, vividly showing Wu Feng their heroic appearance during their lifetime!

In the twilight, the one in the middle of the five mausoleums in the distance suddenly began to emit a faint light all over the body, the light was extremely dim, but it made the eyes in the void shrink suddenly!

"That's ...... Ancient Emperor's Mausoleum...... Is it true that the eternal immortals are going to reappear again after hundreds of thousands of years......"

A beam of light instantly shot out from the mausoleum and shrouded Wu Feng's body, and then the light flashed, and Wu Feng disappeared in place......

A withered body then appeared where Wu Feng was sitting cross-legged, looking at the huge mausoleum full of golden light, and the sound of vicissitudes of death slowly floated between heaven and earth......

"Immortal Eternal Decision...... Did you take a fancy to this child, or did the ancient emperor take a fancy to this child...... Hahaha...... How many years does the flower bloom ......and fall? Hahaha......"

The withered body slowly disappeared into this world, leaving behind a loud laugh that echoed in this world alone......

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