At the end of March, it suddenly snowed again in Qianli Qiongxiao City, fluttering and sprinkling.

Suddenly, many strangers came to the capital, all of them were warriors with a rainbow of appearance, different shapes and strange dresses, but the Qiongxiao Imperial Capital, which had a population of 60 million, was soon invisible.

"The weapons in the world are divided into Wuji Yuan Soldiers, Wuji Source Soldiers, Wuji Holy Soldiers, Extreme Dao Emperor Soldiers, Emperor Soldiers, Primitive Magic Weapons and Legendary Divine Soldiers, etc., you haven't seen it, it may be that the people you have experienced over the years are all low-level martial artists, not life and death, no one carries it with you, this time I'm afraid it's different.

This is Leng Yue, the simplest martial pole saint soldier, using the 20,000-year-old Hantan crystal iron of a mountain in the sky, and the first-class refining craftsman has been built for sixteen years, my personal weapon, send it to you.

This is the Xingyue Qilin Armor, forged from the ancient Qilin skin, and there is a Xingyue magic circle to protect it, which can withstand a blow from the saint.

This is sixteen 10,000-year-old miasma pills, crush one, and the 10,000-year-old miasma will permeate the surrounding eighty miles, which can be used to evade pursuit.

Here are three hundred pieces of the best martial rhyme stones. ”

In the main hall of the Nine Dragons Palace, Xin Zhuo put on a delicate Northern Xinjiang Imperial Tribute Coat, his hair was coiled into a neat bundle, and he was wearing Longyun boots that could not be broken by the Five Elements True Qi, and he looked much taller and more handsome.

On the opposite side, the bright and moving Ji Yingyue was like a little wife who sent her husband away, arranging his collar for him, and on the other hand, he gave him earnest advice, and motioned to the female official behind him to present several talisman treasures.

Thirteen days passed in the blink of an eye, Xin Zhuo's fusion of the origin was "dead and alive", and finally it was all done, and now one person has four "Yuanji" origins, which Ji Yingyue can't understand.

The capital has been extraordinarily quiet these days, and even if that Spirit Clan master Sun Kongkong escaped, no one would care anymore.

Because the Ancient Holy King Ancient Well of the Holy King Valley is open today!

At this moment, Xin Zhuo held Ji Yingyue's small hands, sighed, and said with a smile: "Got it."

Ji Yingyue's face was blushing, she glanced at him, and said with a straight face: "At the beginning, those hidden ancient, ancient, and ancient life forbidden area family disciples never came, this time it is difficult to say, but don't worry too much, the descendants in those places are scarce, in order to resist future disasters, they will not be lost here in vain, and the people who come are only afraid that they are very ordinary, and the most important thing to pay attention to is the disciples of the Holy Land Cave Heaven."

After thinking about it, he said: "I sent a quasi-saint to protect you, you don't care who he is, he will follow you, is there anything else, I want to think about it......"

"Don't think about it!"

Xin Zhuo pinched her face and turned to leave.

Xiao Huang grew up a little bit and followed behind in a strange posture.

Surrounded by a group of female officials, Ji Yueyue silently looked at his back, and suddenly rushed over again and hugged him from behind: "Don't have an accident, even if I have all kinds of means, I can't do anything there!"

"Got it."

Xin Zhuo nodded solemnly again, and it wasn't until Ji Yueyue let go that he stepped into the snow outside and gradually moved away.

Ji Yingyue was still watching infatuatedly, and after watching it for a long time, Feng Shuning stepped forward and said softly, "What is Your Majesty worried about?"

Ji Yingyue sighed lightly: "I'm worried that he is reckless, he is lonely and helpless all his life, if he does not become holy, his wish is not fulfilled, but there is an accident, this life is ...... Alas......"

"Then why don't you stop him?"

"You don't understand, no one can stop what he decides, whether it's right or wrong, he will do it, and only after the fact will he consider whether it is a gain or a loss."

……

"Mother, it's greasy and crooked."

Xin Zhuo and Xiao Huang went straight to the street outside the palace along the Linfeng Gate, the snowflakes were still there, and the snow on the ground could not be swept clean, and they made a "creaking" sound when they stepped on it.

It is Xiao Huang who speaks, but its voice is particularly weird, not like Xiao Huang's mouth, if you look closely, it is not difficult to see that its hair is very vigorous, as if it is put on, although it is vivid, but how to look awkward.

Of course, no one but Sindra cares how weird a dog is.

Xin Zhuo glanced at him and said: "There are always people worthy of nostalgia in this world, I met Ji Yingyue in a young man, misunderstanding with Da Zhou, meeting with Da Qian, even the iron man will also have concerns in his heart, you don't understand, you are just a monkey."

"How many times has Lao Tzu said that Lao Tzu is a human, a member of the Spirit Race, not a monkey, and the Monkey King I don't know, I don't even know what the hell he is."

Under the dog's skin, of course, is Sun Kongkong, a master of the Spirit Clan, and the two have already negotiated terms these days.

"Okay Goku." Xin Zhuo nodded.

Sun Kongkong sighed: "Wukong, Wukong, there is only one word between horizontal and vertical, there is really you, I didn't expect that you would disguise me as a dog, in fact, I am really inferior to a monkey."

Xin Zhuo said, "Look, you're a monkey."

Sun Kongkong refused to speak again.

Three or four hundred miles of Jingcheng Road spans seven squares, thirty-three streets, Xin Zhuo, who has never really visited the imperial capital of Qiongxiao, is an eye-opener along the way, and the various workshops that come into the eyes, all kinds of shops, and unheard of roadside craftsmen can be called the culmination of the folk collection of this martial arts world.

Sun Kongkong hasn't really seen it, and he patronized it a few days ago, and he was fascinated by it.

Then, the two of them miscalculated the time, and when they arrived at the "Sacred King Valley" in a remote environment surrounded by several green mountains and green peaks, it was already afternoon, and the tide-like warriors had already entered it an hour ago, and the sky full of brilliance and human figures also shot in one after another.

Tens of thousands of Praetorian Guards on the periphery were guarding all sides.

The two stood alone for a moment, glanced at each other, and each cursed secretly, not because they were late, but mainly because they entered late, it was too eye-catching, not to mention that one of them was hostile to most people, and the other was a spirit clan?

Xin Zhuo said: "They need to go through three levels if they want to enter, right?"

Sun Kongkong said: "That's right! In the first level, you can get a recognized artifact, and only by obtaining the possession can you pass through the bronze forbidden land. The second level is through the ban, if the physical body is not good, there is no life. The third level is the five elements of gold, wood, water, fire and earth, which is the transformation of the five organs of the Holy King.

When you get to the bottom, you have a life and death, and you are rich and rich. ”

After a pause, he said: "It's okay later, I can take you directly to the best position in the first level, and then talk about the rest!"

"Ready!"

The two crossed the Praetorian Guard, and instantly arrived at a mountain peak, Sun Kongkong led the way into a hidden jungle, and then retreated from a dogskin, took out a stick, opened a cave with a stick, and looked back and smiled: "Lao Tzu came out of here, let's go!"

The two of them walked down the cave for a thousand feet before they reached the end, and at the end was a pool of water.

Sun Kongkong pointed to the waterhole and said: "Go down from here, you go up, you can't continue to enter below, you have to follow the forbidden rules opened by the Terran saint step by step." I'm different, I've been down there for many years, and what I breathe is the flesh and blood of the Terran Holy King turned into breath, and I'm naturally affinity. ”

……

In the depths of the Valley of the Saints, the place where seven or eight mountain peaks arch together, if you look at it from a high altitude, it is like a huge deep well, spiraling and rotating straight down, and at the bottom is an "old well" that is as black as ink exuding bursts of quiet and evil air, dead air, and angry atmosphere, and countless chaotic breaths gather together, rushing straight to the sky, disturbing the clouds, forming a circle of rolling and surging black clouds.

Anyone who has seen it knows that this place is ominous.

But at this moment, there are 30,000 or 40,000 people gathered on the mountain wall around the "well", men, women and children, blind and lonely, all of them in tight military clothes, with solemn expressions, all of them are the generation of the powerful side, they came from all directions, just for the relics of the ancient saint king in the capital of the Qiongxiao Emperor.

This is the world of martial arts, with martial arts as respect, great power to rule the world, and extremely high martial arts that fly to the sky, it means that you have everything, wealth, status, power and beauty.

Practicing hard and climbing to the end of the martial arts path is the ultimate pursuit of all martial artists.

In addition to the inheritance of the sect, only the secret realms, forbidden places, ruins and monuments of the ancestors can get a great opportunity, so even if life and death are unpredictable, there will be people who will go forward and follow suit, and flies will target the carrion.

After all, mediocrity is more uncomfortable than death.

At this time, these tens of thousands of people are sitting between the rocks and walls, each with a fishing rod, and they are fishing in the "wellhead" at the bottom.

The scene was originally funny, but because everyone was serious, the scene became very serious.

Immediately at the bottom of the "well" more than ten miles wide, Deng Taixuan and Ma Boju sat together, clenching the fishing rod in their hands.

That Ma Boju frowned and said, "Why hasn't this kid Xin Zhuo come yet?" Could it be that this Saint King Forbidden Land, he is already completely sure, it doesn't matter? ”

Deng Taixuan was also surprised, Xin Zhuo didn't seem to be a person who was big and tricky, and the formation and passage below were broken by several saints for forty-five years, even the saints were not completely sure, where did he come from, shook his head and said, "It's not just that we are waiting for him."

Ma Boju looked into the distance.

(End of chapter)