Chapter Seventy-Seven: The Temple of Humanity, the Treasure of the Sons!
Whew......
In the midst of the turbulent rolling of the void, Ning Hao stepped out in one step and came to the huge turtle shell that was thousands of miles in circumference and trembling.
This "Hundred Saints Array", which was claimed to be enough to kill the Golden Immortals, let out an overwhelmed wail under Ning Haoyuan's undisguised momentum.
Click......
As Ning Haoyuan stepped in, all the power of the entire Hundred Saints Great Array was fully withdrawn, maintaining itself from shattering.
Roar......
The true dragon roared lightly, broke away from the Hundred Saints Array, let out a light roar, and rushed towards Ning Haoyuan, and suddenly flashed for hundreds of miles, shattering countless meteorite groups.
It is also the realm of the Golden Immortal One Heavy Heaven, and because it has the true dragon bloodline, it is not weaker than the Golden Immortal Two Heavens.
If it weren't for the protection of the tombs of the princes, it wouldn't have been trapped here.
Roar......
The real dragon roared and cautiously approached Ning Haoyuan.
Although it was the first time it had seen Ning Haoyuan, it sensed a familiar aura from his body.
It was the same breath as its owner.
Of course, its owner had already died, and the body was in the hall it had just protected.
"Come here, little one."
Ning Haoyuan smiled and touched the head the size of the real dragon's house, and couldn't tell who was the little guy for a while.
Whew......
At this time, Jiang Ling'er and Mo Qi came to the tomb of the princes.
"This, this is!"
Mo Qi's pupils shrank, looking at the real dragon hovering in the distance, and a burst of surprise arose in his heart for the reunion of old friends.
Isn't this the real dragon that the soldiers once subdued?
I didn't expect that after 100,000 years, I was still alive.
And it looks several levels stronger.
Roar......
Zhenlong also noticed Mo Qi's old acquaintance, and roared softly, which was regarded as a hello.
Ning Haoyuan was a little funny, after 100,000 years of evolution, this little dragon was already a golden immortal demon beast, and when he saw Mo Qi, he felt that his strength was too low, and he was full of disdain.
"This dragon has a very pure true dragon bloodline, and the Nether is already very rare."
Ning Haoyuan's eyes were extremely appreciative, and he continued: "The large array outside the tomb of the princes has been broken by me, and you can enter the tombs of the princes now." ”
Mo Qi was a little speechless, originally he still had a way to open the Hundred Saints Great Array here, but now it seems that he doesn't need it.
"What a terrible real dragon!"
Jiang Ling'er felt the breath in the real dragon's body, and her heart was slightly shocked.
She had only seen dragons in ancient books before, but she didn't expect to see real dragons today.
"This is the armor of the dragon, which was obtained by the princes with great effort......
Mo Qi looked at the huge turtle shell in the void and sighed.
Legend has it that the Elder Dragon, a giant turtle that floats on the sea and does not move all year round, and people think that on his back is a huge island that still thrives on it.
This ancient dragon, the turtle shell on its back is the nine palaces of nature, and it has incredible mana. The saint obtains it for auspiciousness, and can comprehend the supreme truth.
It is rumored that the world is clear and the emperor has a way, and this dragon will surface and show the nine-palace pattern.
"Let's go!"
Ning Haoyuan ignored his emotion.
With a wave of his big sleeves, he swept Jiang Ling'er and Mo Qi, and the two stepped on the back of the real dragon together.
Roar!
The true dragon roared softly, and shook slightly.
Call......
The air flow rolled, the sound exploded, and in an instant, it crossed the hundred-mile void and entered the great hall it had just protected.
"This is the tomb of the sons!"
Jiang Ling'er's eyes flashed, and she looked at this place curiously.
This palace was probably the largest palace he had ever seen.
The gate of the palace is hundreds of zhang high, and the space inside it is comparable to a city.
On the plaque outside the main hall, there are also four big characters written "Humane Temple".
Walking into the main hall, there were a hundred ice coffins in the middle of the empty hall.
The faces of the people in the ice coffin are different, but they all have a common characteristic, that is, they seem to be just sleeping, but they have long lost the breath of life on their bodies.
"This! This is! ”
Mo Qi looked at the several empty coffins inside, and his face changed greatly.
As a mechanism created by Mozi himself, he naturally knew that there were a total of 100 corpses of Zhuzi in the tombs of Zhuzi.
But at this time, there were five missing corpses of saints and sages!
Taoism, Moism, Confucianism, Legalism, Yin and Yang, the saints of these five schools are gone!
What made him even more unacceptable was that his master's body was gone.
Gone!
It's all gone!
Mo Qi's face was a little dull and looked at the real dragon.
I wonder if he was eaten.
However, at this time, the true dragon spoke: "The bodies of these five saints did not enter the tomb of the princes at the beginning. ”
It used divine telephony, and all three people present could understand its meaning.
It has nothing to do with it.
"Ugh."
Ning Haoyuan walked up to Mo Qi's side and comforted, "Those five saints may not have died. ”
"Maybe, but it's also possible that it fell into the hands of some people in the Immortal Realm."
Mo Qi shook his head and sighed.
He knew how terrible the battle had been.
In order to close the passage between the Immortal Realm and the Cangyu Realm, the Hundred Saints of the Sons were almost wiped out.
Immediately, he restrained his mood and followed Ning Haoyuan and Jiang Ling'er to bow to the remaining corpses of the sons.
Hundreds of sages fell into a foreign land for the safety of all beings in the Cangyu Realm, which is really a great virtue and righteousness.
Call......
Then, Ning Haoyuan stepped into the small hall on the right side of the main hall.
Of course, this "small hall" is only relative.
It's just a little smaller than the main hall, but it's still half the size of a city.
This seems to be where the warehouse is located.
There were a lot of spiritual rice in it that had been sealed by the formation, and each one was three inches long, and it seemed to be a small sword-like spiritual rice with a mouth.
"Huh? That's Lingmi! The food of the ancient people! The ancient human race carried the five mountains on their shoulders and had infinite strength, and this spiritual rice was indispensable! One of the big reasons why the Immortal Realm invaded the Cangyu Realm in the first place was to seize the grain seeds of this spiritual rice.
It's a pity that such superb spiritual objects have become extinct in the long river of history, but I didn't expect that the sons and saints actually collected many of them in the tombs. ”
At this time, Mo Qi stepped over, and when he saw the sword-like spiritual rice, he exclaimed in surprise.
The main reason why the cultivation of the human race in the Cangyu Realm is difficult now, and even after reaching a certain realm, many cultivators have difficulty in advancing is that the quality of the food they eat is poor and the foundation is not laid.
And this spiritual rice is a real immortal food, born by adhering to the world's original essence.
If ordinary people eat it, it won't take long for them to have a spiritual root, embark on the path of cultivation, and even become a genius is close at hand.
Even if you are a genius eats, your cultivation can progress quickly.
"It seems, it's a good thing indeed."
Ning Haoyuan thought in his heart.
If you bring these spiritual rice back to the Cangyu Realm, you will soon be able to raise the cultivation level of the Cangyu Realm to a higher level.
Of course, there is more than just rice in the warehouse.
There are also other precious materials like a mountain, strange minerals, spirit grass and spirit fruits, and some Dao artifacts.
Jiang Ling'er's saliva was about to come out.
If she could take any of them, she would be rich.