A huge aura descended on this deserted island, and immediately after, several people descended from the sky. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Headed by a white-bearded old man, dressed in a green shirt, with fairy wind bones, his skin is as smooth as a baby, and his breath is as strong as a master, controlling this world.

In other words, when facing this person, it is like facing a world. Mortals, when facing nature and this world, will inevitably have a sense of insignificance and humility, and they will not be able to resist at all.

The white-bearded old man is naturally a martial saint. It seems that it is extremely kind, but this kind of strong person, killing people is just a thought, so no one dares to provoke easily.

Behind him, there are five Martial Kings, all of whom are men, all of whom are at the peak of the Martial Kings.

At this point, the situation changed again.

The eight martial kings of the Liuxian Sect were all dumbfounded, and everyone was in danger.

Huang Xiaolong and the others were also very frightened.

When the martial saint came, if he wanted to swallow the treasures in the ruins alone, no one could do anything about him, and even if he wanted to kill people, it was not difficult.

The initiative was suddenly in the hands of this white-bearded martial saint.

The emperor and the national teacher were bitter in their hearts, originally thought that the relics of this god were very secret, only they knew, but they didn't expect that now they are mixed in with many forces, the blessings are unpredictable, and there are more martial saints to grab food, and now, to seize the treasure, it is almost an extravagant hope, to be able to save a life, it is a blessing in misfortune!

The book friends in the live broadcast room were also a little scared, and the coercion of the martial saint seemed to have penetrated time and space and passed to them through the live broadcast screen.

The Emperor and the others all looked at Huang Xiaolong with their eyes, and it seemed that they were also subconsciously regarding Huang Xiaolong as the backbone.

"Let's not mess with ourselves first..."Huang Xiaolong hurriedly spread the word to everyone. "This martial saint has not yet shown his killing intent for the time being, or he has deliberately hidden his killing intent. He's probably not going to kill us right away... If I'm right, he'll take advantage of us... Even if he wants to do it, he will not snatch it until the end of this exploration of the ruins and after the treasure is in hand... Also, don't tell me and Nianqin's identity. If he didn't know that we were the disciples of Kunpeng Martial Saint Teacher, then he wouldn't be wary of me and Nian Qin, but once he knew, it would be absolutely murderous, and there would be no suspense..."

That's right, the Kunpeng Martial Saint is the strongest Martial Saint in the mainland, and no matter how powerful this white-bearded Martial Saint is, he will never be able to provoke the Kunpeng Martial Saint. If the Kunpeng Martial Saint knew about it, and he suppressed Huang Xiaolong and the Third Princess, the life of the White Bearded Martial Saint would not be easy.

Hearing Huang Xiaolong's words, everyone nodded.

Huang Xiaolong said in the live broadcast room again. "Fellow book friends, don't panic... Although a martial saint came to stir up the situation, I said that I was not afraid of him, do you want to laugh at me for pretending? In fact, I still have a life-saving hole card. You might as well take a guess. ”

And a life-saving hole card?

In fact, Huang Xiaolong's so-called life-saving hole card was the one move left by the mutant leader 'Desolate King' at the center of his eyebrows, when Huang Xiaolong's life was threatened, then, the power of the Desolate King, would explode!

The power of the Desolate King, Huang Xiaolong had seen it with his own eyes.

He believed that the power left by the Desolate King in his body, not to mention killing this Martial Saint, might create a chance for Huang Xiaolong to escape. Of course, it is also possible to cause a certain degree of damage to this martial saint.

Hundreds of millions of book friends pay attention to Huang Xiaolong's live broadcast all the time, and almost all of them have watched the replay of every live broadcast over and over again, so when Huang Xiaolong said this, many book friends guessed Huang Xiaolong's so-called hole cards.

"Hahahaha~~~ Everyone, don't be nervous. The white-bearded martial saint smiled kindly. "It seems that many people still know about this relic of the gods... Paper can't hold the fire, paper can't hold the fire... But don't worry, I won't hurt you. ”

The words of this white-bearded martial saint contained a convincing power, and when he landed, the eight peak martial kings of the Immortal Sect all breathed a sigh of relief.

The emperor and the national teacher and others also looked slightly relaxed.

However, Huang Xiaolong knew that the rivers and lakes were sinister, and he did not let his guard down.

"Hmm... Let's enter the ruins of the gods. "The white-bearded martial saint is generous. "After all, no one has ever found this ruin, no one has ever entered it, so no one knows what will be in the ruins? Optimistically speaking, there may be artifacts, but there is also the possibility that the bamboo basket will be empty. Therefore, it is a very stupid thing to fight desperately. Okay, let's go in together. ”

"Yes, Lord Martial Saint, what you said is very reasonable, and I deeply agree with it. The elegant middle-aged martial king of the Immortal Sect said respectfully.

"You're welcome, everybody, please. The white-bearded martial saint waved his hand.

The eight martial kings of the Liuxian Sect turned around and walked forward.

"We also passed. Huang Xiaolong beckoned to everyone.

At this moment, Huang Xiaolong suddenly noticed that in the depths of his soul, there was a feeling of being watched, as if all his secrets had been seen through.

"Hahahaha~~ Children, you don't have to hide the realm, you are the king of martial arts, show your strength generously. The white-bearded Martial Saint said to Huang Xiaolong with a smile.

He had already said that he had broken through Huang Xiaolong's Turtle Breath Dafa.

"What ?!!!!" the National Teacher and Emperor looked at Huang Xiaolong in horror.

Huang Xiaolong smiled helplessly, and the next moment, he ~~~~~~~~~

The momentum of the Martial King was in full swing, and the whole person was like a bird soaring in the sky in an instant, and the majesty was completely hidden.

"Little Dragon! You... You are... Are you the Martial King?"

The emperor and the national teacher were dumbfounded.

The secret of Huang Xiaolong's becoming a Martial King, they didn't know at all, and they didn't expect it, because a few days ago, Huang Xiaolong was only a Cave Realm martial artist who had broken through 100 acupoints, and there was no sign of stepping into the Martial King Realm.

In a few days, the realm has soared to such a point, this is the demon.

The three slaves of the martial king were also shocked.

In the live broadcast room, book friends sent out various barrages of kneeling and licking.

Seeing Huang Xiaolong bloom with the luster of the Martial King's golden body, the book friends were all happy and comfortable, and they only felt that they were in the limelight.

All kinds of tips, crazy brushing.

There are dozens more in the Golden Alliance, and everyone is 'Congratulations to the ugly brother for stepping into the realm of the martial king'.

"Young people, with potential, very good, must be some kind of great talent, good, very good. The White-bearded Martial Saint looked at Huang Xiaolong with an approving expression.

Huang Xiaolong nodded slightly, didn't say much, and directly led everyone to the entrance of the ruins in front.

After everyone walked away, a martial king behind the white-bearded martial saint said respectfully. "Ancestor, these people, are they?" he said, making a gesture of slashing down with his palms and killing.

The benevolent face of the white-bearded martial saint changed slightly, and a touch of yin and owl appeared in his eyes, but it was fleeting, and he soon regained his harmless and respectful appearance. "No hurry, no hurry. These little grasshoppers can't make any waves... Let's wait until we enter the ruins, maybe they can also do something for my ancestors..."

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The natural hot springs splashed out of the crystal clear water, and behind the hot springs, there is a mountain wall several zhang long and several zhang wide.

On the surface of this mountain wall, a light blue light curtain floats.

This pale blue light curtain is filled with an inexplicable energy, and occasionally, some runes flash out, giving people a sense of ancient vicissitudes and mystery.

"Little Dragon, Emperor, this is the entrance to the relics of the gods. The light blue light curtain is a prohibition at the entrance to the ruins. Even the Martial Saint couldn't forcibly break this prohibition at all, but once the soul reached the 9th rank, he could easily enter it. Even if you are an innate qi refiner, you can go in. The emperor explained to Huang Xiaolong and the third princess.

"Hmm... So, without further ado, I'll go in first. "Huang Xiaolong didn't ink anymore.

Among the eight peak martial kings of the Liuxian Sect, there is also a gentle young woman who has come out, and it seems that she should be a candidate who is strong enough to break the ban.

"Hahaha~~ Everyone, there is nothing to prepare, the soul power reaches the standard, and you can enter the ruins. As for the Ancestor, I'm also a Rank 10 Soul... Hahaha~~~ Come, let's not be cowardly, let's go in together. ”

The white-bearded martial saint walked forward with a big laugh, but his footsteps were stunned, looking at the gentle young woman of the Immortal Sect, as well as Huang Xiaolong. "Young man, enter the ruins first. Ancestor, I don't take advantage of you. ”

Hearing this, Huang Xiaolong couldn't help but sneer in his heart, and said in the live broadcast room, "It seems that this guy is a smiling tiger... He told us to go in first, he just used us as a stepping stone, and he said it so high-sounding..."

However, the matter had come to this point, and Huang Xiaolong had no way out.

After the ban, it was the tomb left by the gods, and the opportunity in it was enough for Huang Xiaolong to climb to a high enough height on this continent.

After passing through a scene, Huang Xiaolong didn't want to be a mediocre person after all.

If you want to take risks, then take risks!

Thinking of this, Huang Xiaolong was also a little awe-inspiring, and directly strode towards the mountain wall.

The gentle young woman also went side by side with Huang Xiaolong.

"Xiaolong, you have to be careful!" the third princess shouted with concern.

"It's fine. Huang Xiaolong looked back and smiled slightly.

At this time, the book friends in the live broadcast room were extremely nervous, and there was no more barrage news on the live broadcast screen.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the critical moment has arrived, and now I am about to enter the ruins of the gods, what is the situation inside, I will take you in to see ......"

After saying that, Huang Xiaolong finally penetrated the pale blue light curtain.

Rumble~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Suddenly, Huang Xiaolong's brain roared! It was as if he had entered a strange world!

In all directions, all are pale blue ripples.

Ahead, a light door appears!

The style of that door is extremely simple, and there are many obscure and mysterious runes engraved on it.

Huang Xiaolong was slightly stunned.

At this moment, an old voice resounded in Huang Xiaolong's ears.

"Mortals... Welcome to the world we have created... This seat is what you call God. ”

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PS: Tell me about the book.

The original idea of this book was to focus on live broadcasts, and I also wanted to write more live broadcasts

But with the increase in the number of words, the gimmick and freshness of the live broadcast began to fade gradually

There are a lot of barrages written, and everyone is tired of them, and it's hard for me to come up with a barrage that is very suitable for plot development

The live broadcast text gradually became a fantasy text.

With my ability, it's hard for the two to coexist anymore

Speaking of fantasy, since the end of [Demon God of War], I haven't read fantasy books anymore. Therefore, in the mind, the reserves of fantasy routines, knowledge, and bridges are seriously insufficient

What to say, it's hard for me to combine live broadcast and fantasy perfectly

In this book, I will tell the story that should be told

It's not that I'm deliberately lazy to update, but, indeed, my train of thought is almost dry, which is a very painful thing

What I'm going to do is try to finish the story

But I'm not going to give up on therapy, I'm going to recharge, I'm going to write good books, that's what I believe

.................................................................................... (To be continued.) )