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This sea fork is extremely extraordinary, it is definitely the supreme treasure of ancient times, and it may even be his bīngqì, not bad! This he is very likely to be the ancestor in the mouth of the Hanyin Xiushe.

The sea fork is magnificent, like a pillar that supports the sky, and the one standing next to it is absolutely extraordinary, although it is no longer a living thing, but the momentum can explain everything, this is a strange beast skeleton that is enough to compare with the Demon Heaven God Yue, in Lin Jingyu's cognition, the only one that can be compared is the five-clawed divine dragon bone in the blood rain cave sky.

The body size of this strange beast before its death must not be less than the dragon, the flesh turns into dust, and the bones left behind are coiled, piled up in a circle, and it is actually as high as a thousand zhang, at the very top, the skull of the strange beast leads the neck to the sky, does not hang down, and is straight and straight, which seems to symbolize that it is better to die than to give in, and it seems to be against the enemy, fearless and unretreating, persisting until the last moment, and the vitality is gone.

Absolutely, because this strange beast has a pair of dragon claws growing out of its body, holding the sea fork tightly, even if the flesh and blood return to dust, the bones are still clenched, this is a kind of thought, an immortal idea, will not be released because of the loss of life.

Looking at it, Lin Jingyu felt a sadness in his heart, he couldn't say why, it was a pain in his heart, there was a feeling of tears, suddenly his neck was hot, he turned his head, and found that the little god ape Qi Tian actually wiped his tears, his black golden eyes were watery, and the tears of beans slipped down, all falling on his neck, soaking his clothes.

"Hey!"

Lin Jingyu shook his head, he was really helpless, he couldn't fight, and he couldn't scold.

He looked at the bones carefully, this is a kind of strange beast similar to a snake and a dragon, with the body of a snake, but it is less than a pair of dragon claws, and the bones of the head are dark blue, like a treasure jade.

"It seems that this is the ancestor of the Cold Yin Snake Cultivator!" Lin Jingyu finally confirmed.

"Since this is his ancestor, he will never do anything to destroy the bones of the ancestor and take out the Yuan Pearl, but if I take it off for him, after getting the Yuan Pearl, in order to maintain the inviolable divine power of the Cold Yin Snake Cultivator Clan, he will definitely not let me go, and even take my life, what should I do?" Lin Jingyu thought and didn't trust the words of the snake cultivator.

"Before, the snake cultivator was able to imprison me, it was because of the sneak attack from behind, it can be seen that in terms of strength, he does not have an overwhelming advantage, if I rely on Yuanzhu, I should be able to leave calmly," he thought of a way out.

"I'm not in a hurry to take Yuanzhu, check out this ancient palace, maybe there is something waiting for me. ”

Lin Jingyu bypassed the huge bones of the Hanyin Cultivator Snake and walked towards the gate of the ancient palace, his eyes turned, and the scene that caught his eyes directly made his cold hair explode, his face instantly turned pale, his skin and bones were cold, and the cold was to the bone marrow.

But see, a tall and majestic middle-aged man, standing on a step in front of the main hall, dressed in black, with an extraordinary bearing, majestic and inviolable divine might, his demeanor is majestic, his eyes are transparent, lifelike.

However, if it weren't for a spear covered with brown rust, piercing his chest, and diagonally inserting into the stone slab of the ancient hall, submerging into the ground, Lin Jingyu really thought that this middle-aged man was still alive, after all, he couldn't feel the existence of death, and this person's body seemed to contain the power of the ocean, and his blood was long, like a lurking real dragon.

This middle-aged man has long purple and thick hair, casually draped over his shoulders, there is a purple mark like electricity on his forehead, crystal magnificent, his thick eyebrows are like swords, his eyes are like cold stars, revealing a breathtaking divine light, his face is like a peerless craftsman's casting, ghostly axe and knife cutting, and he has a domineering spirit, which is terrifying.

And what made Lin Jingyu take away the most was the innate momentum of the middle-aged man, who dared to compete, with the majestic posture of looking down on all beings, and the posture of daring to declare war to the sky, without asking, this middle-aged man must be a Gaidai figure who is like a demon god who dominates the sky before his death.

What he saw today, or since he left Fuyu Pavilion and entered Meteorite Mountain, what he heard and saw along the way was beyond Lin Jingyu's cognition, making it difficult for him to accept.

Ancient relics such as the Golden Spirit Ape, the White Crane, and the Cold Yin Snake have appeared one after another, well, the Meteorite Dragon Mountain is a place of great murder in the world, and there are relics hidden here, which is still acceptable.

However, how could such an amazing masterpiece of the world's greatest strength fall here, and where did this ancient palace come from?

Could it be said that this middle-aged man fought to the death with the ancestor of the Hanyin Snake Cultivator and died together, which is obviously impossible, because both of them are looking ahead, and their eyes are condensed with battle intent, immortal through the ages, and they seem to be facing a common enemy.

"Huh, the sinister aura?"

It was the breath that Lin Jingyu had experienced, and he frowned, looking for the source of the breath.

There are two!

Lin Jingyu found that one of them was emanating from the brown war spear that pierced the middle-aged man in front of him, the war spear was rusty and seemed to be rotten, but it made Lin Jingyu feel a sense of fear rise in his heart.

Vaguely, he seemed to see countless black-armored armies, yes! It was the black-armored army, the same as the black-armored puppets seen in the Blood Rain Cave Sky, but the body was larger and the cultivation was more amazing, coming across the sky, Lin Jingyu hurriedly retracted his gaze.

Perhaps, this war spear is also a supreme divine weapon, contaminated with the blood of this middle-aged man, and there is not much evil energy left in it that has been consumed, Rao is like this, and it is not something that Lin Jingyu can see through.

As for the other source, it was on the bones of the Cold Yin Cultivator, and it was obvious that both of them were created by the army of black armor.

The middle-aged man raised his eyes to the sky, standing tall, and the unruly fighting spirit around his body still existed and never disappeared, he was domineering and peerless, and he was still shocking.

Eternity has passed, but the body is immortal, this is the supreme power.

"Huh?"

Lin Jingyu suddenly discovered that between the hands of this immortal body that were holding in front of the dantian, there was a purple light, which spread out like ripples between the two hands.

Lin Jingyu was curious, and after taking a closer look, he found that this peerless powerhouse who had passed away, between his hands, was holding a bronze four-legged small tripod, and the faint purple light was emitted from the small tripod.

The small tripod is about two inches high, standing on all fours, the mouth of the tripod is full of purple light, and the whole body is surrounded by wonderful purple lines, like lightning through the sky, it is very weird, the breath emitted, simple and no xiàn for a long time, as if it is from the ancient flood era.

Lin Jingyu stretched out his hand and took out the small tripod in the middle-aged man's hand, and when he first touched it, he felt a weak thunderbolt power flowing by, and the little ding was dim and dull in an instant, turning gray and ordinary.

"Isn't it!?"

He returned Xiao Ding back to the middle-aged man's hands, the purple light flowed, the glow gushed, and he actually returned to his original state.

"It's weird!"

Lin Jingyu put Xiao Ding back in the palm of his hand, and he could feel a weak thunder force, which was constantly entering his body, but he did not feel uncomfortable.

"Can't see it?"

The body is very shallow, but when you look at it, you can't see the bottom, Lin Jingyu's divine sense penetrates inward, cloudy and chaotic, and there is nothing.

"This Fang Ding is very magical, it can be guarded by this man like this, it is definitely not a mortal thing, maybe it is more than the sea fork in the square!"

Lin Jingyu used the fusion technique to incorporate the bronze Xiaoding into the void space in his body, and then he began to observe the immortal body of the middle-aged man and the huge bones of the cold yin cultivator.

There have been records on the monuments, in ancient times, or in a more distant era, there were many Tianjiao who did not cultivate the Inner Dan to attain the Tao, and took the path of sanctification of the body, once completed, the body can be immortal for thousands of generations, but this road is extremely difficult, and it is rare to succeed, and in the world, Lin Jingyu has not heard of anyone who succeeded, but after all, his knowledge is still limited, and if he doesn't know, it doesn't mean that there is no one in the world.

"This senior in front of me, whose body has existed here for I don't know how many years, can still be alive, what kind of cultivation does it take to do this?" Lin Jingyu exclaimed.

The strong is the strong, even if the soul of the god dissipates and the spirit of the primordial god is extinguished, it can survive forever.

In front of the ancient palace, there was the immortal body of a peerless powerhouse, which shocked Lin Jingyu, and he couldn't help but wonder that this ancient palace seemed to hide the secrets of heaven and earth that he didn't know.

The middle-aged man in front of him, his cultivation before his death was definitely comparable to that of the legendary immortal, if he had to use the cultivation level of today's xià to divide, his true realm would definitely be above the feather realm.

Endless years after death, the body is immortal, even a person at the peak of the feather realm, he does not have this ability.

This man, dressed in strange clothes, black clothes made of ancient animal skins, obviously died for endless years, from which it can be inferred that the existence of this ancient palace is even more ancient.

Lin Jingyu bowed to the middle-aged man, this is the respectful attitude that a strong man should have, and then, he bypassed, and then observed this ancient palace.

The main hall is really magnificent, as high as ten zhang, the hall door is composed of two huge limestone stones, there is no gorgeous carving, but it is full of potholes, there are sword marks and knife marks, showing that this hall has been attacked by the enemy, although it is so, but the breath it exudes, but it is vast and heavy, standing in front, Lin Jingyu only feels that he is as small as an ant.

On both sides of the hall door, there is faint handwriting, the same color as the stone wall, it is difficult to detect, it is a couplet, the font is ancient, strong and powerful, does not belong to this era, but Lin Jingyu seems to know, because he has learned ancient characters with his senior brother Lin Yifan in the door.

He watched intently, but as far as his eyes could see, there was a vague mental fluctuation coming from the font.

Suddenly, Lin Jingyu was shocked, this level is even worse than the immortal body of the middle-aged man when he first saw him, who is it?

"Half a golden gold and half a flower, there is no wind and rain and no sunshine. ”

The three characters "Luo Fengliu!" are located below the right couplet, and the font size is much smaller.

This couplet seems to be sighing for his life, there are brilliance, indifference, and finally detachment, returning to normal, Lin Jingyu can feel a peerless and inactive mentality of the person who left this text.

He looked up at the position of the horizontal batch, where the owner of the temple was marked.

"Thunder King Palace!"

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