There are too many corpses, lifelike, each of them is the best powerhouse, they have died in the years and battlefields of the past, if you put it now, there is no one who can be said to be their opponent.

Constantly moving forward, going forward and moving forward, the yellow squirrel was almost a little numb, and deeply felt how powerful the primeval era was.

There were corpses everywhere along the way, ghostfire everywhere, deep and quiet.

All sorts of birds of prey, all sorts of primeval gods were wailing, and the ground was full of white bones and crumbling powder.

The weasels knew that this was the last essence of that era, and their bones were supposed to be transcendent and immortal, but now they were only left with the tempering of time.

What a terrifying battle had taken place before those endless years, the weasel was now one of the top cultivators on Earth, but he couldn't imagine any picture of that great battle in the primeval era.

The weasel carefully took out a little bit and looked at it carefully, making sure that it was the debris left by the once strong bones.

It's just that all the surging runes and divine power that once contained in it have dissipated.

A little bit of the glory of the past can still be seen faintly, and perhaps only a supreme powerhouse like the First Emperor of the primeval era can do all this so domineeringly, so that all the power is wiped out.

I don't know where the mouth of the cave spreads, and in the end, even the legendary immortals appeared, all kinds of spirits, all kinds of creatures, all roaring.

Their voices were full of unwillingness, full of resentment, but more of them were helpless.

They simply can't get away from all this, it's all long gone.

Along the way, there are constantly all kinds of runes lit up, which is the kind of ancient power left here by the First Emperor, and the coercion contained in it can crush everything, make everything explode, and let the supreme powerhouses fall here.

If you don't follow a specific path, you may take a wrong step and you may die.

The weasel had previously advanced slowly according to the cultivation place of the ancient people, gaining a lot of magical powers and a lot of spells.

Now he has a subtle effect in the dark, he has some sense, all the way forward, all the way forward, and he has always kept it safe, never killed, never in danger.

This made the weasel aware of it, and he was more and more pleased with what he had done before.

If he hadn't continued to train there, if he hadn't continued to wait where he was, even if he had come here, he would have ended miserably.

In the same way, even if the other powerhouses above the sea and sky obtained this piece of the jade slip of the First Emperor, obtained that piece of precious bone, and came here, they would not have been able to go to the deepest part without the previous experience along the way.

Eventually, I don't know how long it took, the weasel came to the end, to this last area.

There was no sound, silence.

The original glowing, flickering light and fluctuations, as well as the soul, all dissipated, and there were endless wails here a second ago.

But now the silence is terrible.

There was no sound.

Directly in front is a pair of ancient stone doors, which are inscribed, with mountains and rivers for thousands of miles, the years are leisurely, and vaguely, the two words Daqin are carved.

The weasel cautiously pushed it gently, and without much strength, it was pushed away directly.

This time, this gate did not stop the weasel, but in fact, in the scene that had just stepped into this door, the weasel still vaguely felt a deadly aura.

Dense runes shone around it, condensing around him.

It's just that he was blocked by the aura emitted by those magical spells that he had experienced before, and he didn't slash at him.

As soon as I entered here, the atmosphere around me changed instantly.

There is no darkness, no weirdness, all light and sacred.

One after another, the light sprinkled down from above, and the glorious world, the divine breath came to the face.

At the same time, weasels are feeling an unprecedented pressure.

As soon as he set foot in this place, his head was like ten mountains falling together, and his bones ached violently.

The weasel's body was originally traumatized, and even after being treated by Nuwa Niangniang's painting scroll, a small part of it did not fully recover.

At this time, under the pressure of this pressure, it deteriorated in an instant.

The main thing was that it came too suddenly, so that he didn't react at all, his bones crackled, and blood kept flowing from his body.

The weasel's face was ugly, and he used his magic spells with all his might, and finally stood up.

He raised his head and looked around, and found that this was a very large palace, and around the palace, there were all kinds of runes, all of which were extremely mysterious.

And at the very heart of this palace there is a golden pool, which is filled with a liquid like gold, as bright as the sun, which cannot be described in words.

In a pool, it seems to gather the most luxurious majesty in the world, and just standing here makes people's scalp tingle.

Patches of golden glow permeated the air, and they continued to manifest there.

One ancient scene after another, it was the oldest rune, so powerful that it made the whole world tremble, trembling, and terrifying.

"Finally, I came to the core area of this ruin, the magic weapon of the First Emperor."

The weasel was shocked and excited, and as soon as he saw him, he could be sure that this was definitely a magical power of the world, a legendary treasure, and the source of power for the entire First Emperor Ruins.

When he was out there before, he had received a third of the inheritance, and the feeling was all too familiar.

Looking back at the surroundings, the weasel found that the golden liquid around him was constantly spreading the aura of heaven and earth in all directions, spreading all kinds of fluctuations.

It was precisely because of this golden liquid that the entire First Emperor and the stability of the space were maintained.

Seeing this scene, the weasel's heart was pounding, and he did not rush forward, but carefully observed the surroundings and there was no danger, and then cautiously walked forward.

Finally he got used to the pressures here.

There was a bang, at this moment, and in the next moment, the golden pool suddenly restarted without any warning!

Thousands of runes, all of them filled!

These runes were terrifying, each with the power to shake the world, tearing through the void and shattering everything, half glowing with the sun's lustre, the other half shining like gold.

Lined up side by side, in the end, all the symbols are condensed, changing, sonorous, and combined together into a majestic ancient figure.

At this moment, the weasel seemed to have returned to the jungle of the Xianyang region at the beginning, and saw the pair of eyes that came from before the endless time and space.

It was those eyes that opened him up to a new world and gave him a spirit.

I don't know how long it took for the weasel to finally come back to his senses from that ignorance.

"The inheritance of the First Emperor is actually like this."

The weasel was shocked.

All the runes, spells, and all the mysteries of the supernatural powers have been refined, hidden in this golden pool.

It can be reproduced at a critical moment, waiting here for fate.

There was a loud bang, and the sound was particularly textured, as if a big tripod was ringing, and all the symbols were constantly changing, submerged into the brilliant golden pool.

Eventually, it turned into a throne, where it continued to rise and fall.

For a moment, the weasel was completely stunned when he saw all this, this is the real magic spell, this is the flawless power.

Just standing here and realizing the evolution just now, thousands of years have passed in an instant.

The weasel seemed to be attracted to the past, and did not feel the passage of time, he was serious about his work, constantly imitating, constantly feeling, and finally he was a little daze and fell into a petrified state.

This is a deeper level of enlightenment, a deeper level of mystery, he is here to communicate with heaven and earth, sensing endless changes, I don't know how long later, with a loud bang, thousands of runes in the golden pool, flying out again, woke the weasel from that state again.

All kinds of rune spells are spreading, all are changing, they are turning into spears, into swords, into thrones, into jade seals, undulating in the air.

All kinds of supernatural spells, innumerable, are all changing and entwining around them.

At this moment, at this moment, the heavens and the earth roared, as if there were gods in the primeval era standing here, wanting to open the heavens and the earth, wisps of chaotic breath and the mother of yin and yang appeared.

It's all condensed because of this world-shattering supernatural power.

At this moment, the weasel knew that he had definitely found what he really needed, and only such a powerful magic spell could allow him to kill the immortals in the future war!

This ancient supernatural power contains the mysteries of heaven and earth, and between the circulation, the weasel seems to see endless stars, hanging one after another hanging on the sky.

Countless planets flashed and swirled around the figure, rumbling and roaring.

It was too shocking to describe in words.

He was like a supreme fierce beast standing in the universe, the terrifying imperial majesty, covering the four heavens and the earth, and the fourth-level universe flood seemed to be rotating with the sight of that figure.

All things were born for him, and the heavens and the earth were darkened for him.

Especially those eyes, as usual, except that the weasel cultivation at this time was higher than before, and in these eyes, he seemed to feel that endless years were passing.

At a glance of the past, the vicissitudes of life, the eternity is long, and the centuries are surrendered.

When I opened my eyes again, there was a lot of light in these eyes, the sun and moon were falling, and the galaxy was collapsing and chaotic.

Seeing this scene, the weasel was really completely shocked.

Is this the first emperor of the primeval era? It is truly worthy of the existence of so many primeval ruins in the entire world.

This kind of supernatural power is powerful, contains the mysteries of the heavens, and is extremely cumbersome, how did the initial emperor come up with this ancient supernatural spell?

Taking a deep breath, the weasel is actually not a martial idiot, but it was originally an ignorant wilderness spirit, and after all kinds of miracles, it has reached its current state.

He would do everything he could to take any opportunity, and now after seeing this magic spell, the weasel was instantly obsessed.

Once he practiced, he would forget everything.

Now, after a brief look at the past, the weasel fell into that deep state of enlightenment again, and all his will and spirit were scattered, and he was thrown into the distant void, submerged into the golden rune.

He wanders in a sea of runic laws, absorbing endless mysteries and exploring the strongest magical spells.

At this moment, there was a bright light shining on his head, and the original golden fur flashed towards a more pure gold.

Each hair was like the filament of a magic lamp, constantly shining through, shining in the void, becoming longer and solidifying, and finally condensing with the golden runes, and finally glowing all over, and one after another golden vortices appeared, condensing outside his body.

It was as if countless gods had descended, rapidly shrinking, sitting in the middle of his body, and all kinds of chanting voices were constantly transmitting.

The weasel turned into a golden cocoon, wrapped in its own hair, and fell into the golden pool.

All of a sudden, the mighty power shocked the Quartet, the entire universe was submerged, and the whole years were changing.

It was the runes of the primeval times that were boiling, falling, falling into the golden liquid, submerging into the weasel's body, constantly merging with his skin, constantly changing, gradually changing the meridians of some of its cells.

This is not specific, but to make the weasel better understand and experience.

At the same time, this change was also of great benefit to his future cultivation path, after all, all the supernatural spells he cultivated were all created with reference to the First Emperor.

These changes are beneficial to him and do no harm.

Endless thunder fell, and finally the entire heaven and earth seemed to emit an ancient Dao sound, and above the void, the throne completely exploded, and it seemed to be completely shattered, turning into endless runes, rushing towards the golden cocoon composed of weasels, slowly recondensing and recombining on his body.

The golden light is dazzling, incomparably bright, and countless brilliant divine brilliance is pervasive.

Wisps of wisps condensed into lightning-like ripples on his large cocoon, and finally completely merged into his body.

It's a magical change, it's a legacy like never before!

At this moment, the inheritance of the First Emperor was completely revealed, and there was nothing missing, not simply reflected in the void, nor was it the kind of jade that gave him his own cultivation, but turned into tangible symbols, all of which fell on the weasel's body!

If someone looks at it, it will definitely be shocking, at this moment, the weasel crawling in the golden cocoon seems to have turned into a godless king in the primeval era, so that the unicorn will die, shatter all things, and the vast universe is unstoppable!

(End of chapter)