The ancient era is not simply thousands of years or tens of thousands of years, but hundreds of thousands of years and millions of years more ancient. There are three kinds of desolate antiquity, primeval, ancient, and ancient. Each of the three eras is ancient and magnificent. Countless civilizations and countless powerful creatures have been born, and even if they are buried in the long river of time, they still cannot be forgotten.

The history of mankind only began at the end of the ancient era, and in the ancient era, the ancestors of mankind were born, and they were trained by ancient qi. The history of mankind began at this time, and at this time, it was already the end of antiquity. And above the ancients, there are two more ancient times, ancient and primeval. [Search for the latest updates]

Ancient times can be described for hundreds of thousands of years, but in ancient times, thousands of ethnic groups were born, competing for hegemony in the universe, nine heavens and ten earths, all of which were wars, and they lasted for thousands of years. The most terrifying thing is that in the primeval era, the heavens and the earth came out of chaos, giving birth to many powerful demon gods, the most powerful, and even devouring the sky and the earth, changing the past and the future.

Compared with the three unimaginable eras of the ancient times, the entire history of mankind is only trivial and insignificant. Time can't bury everything, and some of the existences left over from ancient times can transcend the long river of time and space and exist forever.

Whenever a heritage or treasure from the Ancient Era is discovered, it is enough to shake the entire cultivation world, not only human cultivators, but also other demon cultivators and barbarians will go crazy for it and do whatever it takes to grab it.

Wu Qi is just a humble little person now, and he also knows the horror of the ancient inheritance in his mind, so he buried this secret in the deepest part of his heart and became the biggest secret.

Three years ago, in order to cultivate the Desolate Ancient Inheritance, Wu Qi resolutely dispersed the demonic skills that he had worked hard for several years, and then began to comprehend the mysterious avenue in the Desolate Ancient Inheritance.

There is no time for cultivation, but there is no fallacy at all. I thought it was just a moment of immersion, but I didn't want to open my eyes again, but it was already three years later. In the past three years, Wu Qi has not deliberately cultivated, but has only devoted himself to the Great Dao of Enlightenment, wanting to completely comprehend the ancient inheritance in his mind.

However, Wu Qi's cultivation is too low, and if he wants to comprehend the complete desolate ancient inheritance, it is like the ant peeking at the dragon's cultivation method, and he has just comprehended a little bit before suffering a backlash. Fortunately, the inheritance obtained by Wu Qi is incomplete, accounting for one-tenth of the complete inheritance, Wu Qi withdrew quickly, and the injuries suffered were not serious.

However, having felt the horror of that inheritance, Wu Qi knew that he would not be able to fully comprehend the ancient inheritance in his mind in a short period of time. Fortunately, in the past three years, what he has gained from his enlightenment is amazing enough, at least in Wu Qilai, with the inheritance of his current enlightenment, it should not be difficult to cultivate to the realm of the Yuan Infant Ancestor.

If an ordinary monk suddenly got this opportunity, he would definitely go crazy with joy, but Wu Qi was not. His mind has been tempered many times, and although he is happy in his heart, he can also do it without being shocked.

"There are still three days to go, so let's heal first!"

Wiping the blood from the corners of his mouth, Wu Qi still didn't get up, but closed his eyes again, his mind was immersed, and he slowly settled down. The moment he settled, that breath appeared again, and the breath of life disappeared in an instant, like a corpse.

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Three days later, on the top of the nameless mountain, people kept coming and going from the bamboo huts and thatched huts. In the past three years, the bamboo hut and thatched cottage on this peak have been constantly changing owners. It can be as short as a few days, as long as a few months, and rarely more than a year. Especially those bamboo huts and thatched huts on top of the best spiritual caves, almost every few days, have to change owners.

However, in a col on the peak, there is a bamboo house that is completely black, but it has not changed its owner for three years. The door of the bamboo hut had never been opened, and if it weren't for a wooden sign with a name on it, no one would have thought that there was a person inside.

"Squeak"

The door opened, and a strange scene appeared at the end of the trail, in the col. The bamboo house, which was made entirely of black ice bamboo, and the wooden door that had never moved, opened at this time.

An ugly teenager slowly walked out of it, his body moving, and between three or two steps, a crackling explosion sounded from him. His height skyrocketed, and in a blink of an eye, he changed from a teenager to a tall and tall young man, but his face remained unchanged, still covered with dark spots, and he was ugly and abnormal.

Needless to say, this young man is Wu Qi, who has been practicing in retreat for three years. After sitting for three years without moving, Wu Qi exuded a burst of rotten aura on his body. Originally, the outer disciple's clothes were black, but at this time, they were covered with dust and turned into a gray cloth. Originally, it was a shawl's long hair, but his hair had grown to his waist and was draped down like a waterfall.

Smelling the rotten aura on his body, Wu Qi frowned, and his body shook slightly. Suddenly, a secret but surging power rippled from his body, and the gray dust suddenly exploded, revealing Wu Qi's original black clothes. A true qi as sharp as a knife appeared behind Wu Qi's back, and with a slight stroke, the long hair that was originally draped around his waist was broken silently. A large handful of long hair fell to the ground, and Wu Qi's hair turned into a shawl again.

At this moment, Wu Qi's true cultivation aura was also revealed at the same time.

The peak of Qi cultivation is only one step away from that true monk. Not to build a foundation, not to cultivate the truth, this sentence is widely spread in the cultivation world. It also made countless monks in the Qi cultivation realm very sad, and I don't know how many people fell on the foundation of the moat. Shouyuan ended, life and old age, and he did not break through to the realm of foundation building, and did not become a real monk.

Compared with those people, Wu Qi felt that he was extremely lucky, and he had a great opportunity to get the nameless inheritance left by the ancient times. Although he only sensed a small part, Wu Qi could feel it, and with just a small opportunity, he could break through to the realm of foundation building, be promoted to the inner gate, and become a real monk, and his status would rise to the sky in one step.

Twisted his body slightly, although the clothes on his body still had a rotten atmosphere, but he could wear it, Wu Qi didn't mind. Turning around, he took off a black wooden sign hanging from the door behind him.

The wooden plaque is also made of black ice bamboo, and the two big characters Wu Qi are clearly written on it. The moment he took off the wooden plaque again, Wu Qi saw a flash of light on the entire bamboo house, and the ban sealed the bamboo house again. If others want to enter it to cultivate, they also have to pay a large amount of contribution points to the sect.

Thinking of the 30,000 contribution points paid three years ago, Wu Qi also felt a little painful. However, as soon as he thought of his current cultivation, the trace of pity in his heart was thrown out of the clouds.

Holding the wooden sign, Wu Qi turned around and left the bamboo house, stepped on the inconspicuous path, and headed towards the top of the mountain.

At the top of the mountain, the wind is howling, and in the midst of the extremely fierce mountain wind, there stands a dark palace. Raising his steps, Wu Qi walked over slowly.

Compared with three years ago, it is much more lively here, and there are outer disciples from time to time. He walked into the palace with excitement and anticipation, and then walked out with a painful face.

Wu Qi walked into the palace and glanced at the most eye-catching position in the palace. There was an old man, blinded and unusually old, as if he would step into a coffin at any moment.

But in the outer gate, no one dared to have the slightest disrespect for this old man, because he was not only the elder of the outer gate, but also controlled this spiritual peak. All the disciples of the outer sect, as long as they want to break through the bottleneck of cultivation, must first meet this Dry Cloud Elder.

Wu Qi stepped forward slowly, and no one else came in at this time, only Wu Qi and the Withered Cloud Elder existed in the entire palace.

"Outer Gate Wu Qi visited Elder Kuyun, the disciple's cultivation time was over, and he came to retrieve the identity token. ”

Without a single superfluous word, Wu Qi knew that the withered cloud elder in front of him had been sitting in this palace for a hundred years. In the past hundred years, I don't know how many outer disciples want to convince him, but I haven't heard of anyone who can succeed. Wu Qi didn't need or want to spend that kind of effort, and after finishing speaking, he stood quietly aside.

"Take it!"

A hoarse voice sounded in Wu Qi's ears, and Elder Kuyun's palm suddenly spread out, and there was a jade plaque lying in his palm, which was Wu Qi's identity jade plaque.

After receiving the jade plaque, Wu Qi respectfully bowed to Elder Kuyun, and then turned around and walked towards the outside of the palace. At the moment when Wu Qi's figure stepped out of the palace gate, Elder Kuyun, who was still like an old man who was about to die with him, suddenly burst into his eyes, and a hoarse voice sounded in the quiet palace.

"In three years, he has directly cultivated from the fifth layer of Qi cultivation to the peak, even with the help of the spirit acupoint, this son is not comparable to ordinary disciples. Hehe, come to the outer door, or be calm. ”

I'm sorry to say that there is only one change today. It's not that Xiaolou doesn't want to update, but I really can't stand this broken. Today it is a southerly day in Guangzhou, and this broken bar is wet everywhere, sticky to death. insisted on a watch, I couldn't stand it, and went home decisively.

Tomorrow it will be decided that the company will secretly code words, hoping that it can be three more! Continue to keep accounts: 6 chapters.

In addition, I had a book review today, uh, explain the face of the pig's feet. There will be arrangements in the future, and although Xiaolou himself is not a handsome guy, he is still passable!

No two watches, don't ask for votes today!