Chapter 192: The Tomb of the Pantheons

Master?

Isn't Zongque's master the Sword Ancestor?

The number one Martial God Grand Master of the Great Zhou Wu Dynasty!

A true legend!

Ye Xiaobai and Xie Shisan glanced at each other, and immediately followed behind Zong Que silently.

Summoned by the Sword Ancestor, this is a big deal!

It's much more important than their competition!

The speed of the three of them was stretched to the extreme, and it took half a day to reach the boundary of Yuezhou from the Heavenly Sword Sect all the way south.

"Sword Ancestor in Yuezhou?" Ye Xiaobai's spiritual power sensed it and said in astonishment.

If he remembers correctly, his father-in-law Jiang Taizhai should have returned to Yuezhou by now.

Zong Que shook his head: "It's not Yuezhou. ”

Hearing this, Ye Xiaobai was stunned: "It's not Yuezhou?" ”

But this is Yuezhou, and it is already the southernmost point of the Great Zhou Wu Dynasty.

"You'll know when you get there." Zong Que did not explain.

The group continued to fly south, and an hour later, the three of them crossed the border of the Great Zhou and came to a miasma and sparsely vegetated area.

There was a foul stench in the air.

The entire sky was enveloped in an unpleasant miasma.

"What is this place?" Ye Xiaobai said curiously.

"This is the territory of the barbarians." Zong Que said calmly.

Ye Xiaobai was taken aback.

"Do you remember the Tianwu Continent that the demon god mentioned?" Zong Que asked.

Ye Xiaobai nodded, the demon god Lu Qi had mentioned the Tianwu Continent, saying that the Fu family where Fu Cai'er was located was probably the bloodline left by a certain predecessor of the Jinwu clan in the Tianwu Continent.

Zong Que said: "The continent we are on now is called the Tianwu Continent. The Great Zhou Wu Dynasty occupied two-thirds of the territory of the Tianwu Continent, while the remaining one-third was occupied by barbarians. The position we are in now is the territory of the barbarians. Because of its proximity to the tomb and its perennial infestation of dead air, this land is even more barren and full of poisonous insects, snakes and ants, which is even worse than Yuezhou. ”

"The harsh living environment also makes the barbarians brave and aggressive by nature, and yearns for the richness and prosperity of the Great Zhou."

"The struggle between the barbarians and the human race has been going on for a long time, and I can't say a word or two. Anyway, they're just a bunch of poor people......"

Speaking of this, Zong Que shook his head: "It's far away." Back to the point. Don't you want to know where our master is? ”

He pointed to the area covered by a pitch-black miasma in the distance, and said, "Our master is at the entrance of the tomb of the Ten Thousand Gods. ”

The Tomb of the Gods is actually on the territory of the barbarians!

The Sword Ancestor was actually at the entrance of the tomb of the Ten Thousand Gods!

Both of these news surprised Ye Xiaobai.

The three of them continued to fly forward, during which they sensed the existence of many barbarian powerhouses, but the cultivation of the three of them was extremely high, and the speed was amazing, most of the barbarians couldn't notice them, and even if individual barbarian grandmaster powerhouses found them, they couldn't keep up with their speed, so they could only watch them go away.

Of course, even if the Barbarian Grandmaster could keep up with them, it would be impossible to stop them.

The two Grandmaster Extreme Realm, plus one Grandmaster Upper Realm, this lineup dare not say that it pushes the continent sideways, but if they want to leave, no one can really keep it.

In a short time, the three of them entered the area where the miasma was most intense.

Ye Xiaobai saw from a distance a huge pitch-black crack connecting the heavens and the earth across the heavens and the earth, the pitch-black crack exuded an immeasurable miasma, and the vast miasma covered the sky, like billowing smoke, constantly spreading around.

"That's ...... Space Rift! Ye Xiaobai's pupils shrank, and he was shocked in his heart, "Such a big space crack!" ”

Extending from the endless sky dome to the position close to the ground, it was like a huge pitch-black blood basin mouth, as if the entire sky had been torn in half, and the picture was extremely shocking.

Zong Que said: "This is the tomb of the Ten Thousand Gods. ”

The so-called tomb mouth turned out to be a spatial crack that penetrated heaven and earth!

After a while, the three of them came to a long huge canyon with no end in sight, and there was a blood light flickering in the canyon, and the sword intent that destroyed the world was dancing in it, although the sword intent was very faint, as if it had gone through endless years, it still made Ye Xiaobai and the others feel terrified.

"What a strong sword intent." The divine sword behind Xie Shisan's back trembled slightly, and he didn't know whether he was excited or afraid.

Several people entered the canyon and came to the edge of a huge crater in the middle of the canyon.

Zong Que stopped and said respectfully in the direction of the bottom of the huge pit: "Master, the second junior brother and Ye Xiaobai are here. ”

A faint voice came from the bottom of the pit: "Okay, Zong Que, you can retreat first." ”

"Yes, Master!" Zong Que respectfully retired.

"You two, come together." Voices were heard again from the bottom of the pit.

Ye Xiaobai and Xie Shisan glanced at each other, and then flew towards the bottom of the pit together, the closer they got to the bottom of the pit, the more they felt that the earth-destroying sword intent was beating actively, and every time they jumped, they would release a heart-palpitating aura, and the two of them even felt that the air around them was like a sharp sword, stabbing their whole bodies.

Finally, the two came to the bottom of the pit.

I saw a middle-aged man dressed in sackcloth sitting cross-legged at the bottom of the pit, and invisible sword qi shuttled around his body, each sword qi exuded a breathtaking aura, and the terrifying sword intent was like a mountain, making it almost difficult for the two of them to breathe.

Have no bottom!

This is Ye Xiaobai's only feeling!

It is worthy of being the number one Martial God Grand Master of the Great Zhou!

"Ye Xiaobai, twenty years old, the grandmaster has gone to the realm, and he has also practiced to the Heavenly Duel." The middle-aged man in Mai opened his eyes, as if there were two sword lights rising into the sky, and even the dark miasma around him was dispersed by the sword light, and the entire heaven and earth were illuminated, "I didn't expect that such a genius could be born in the Tianwu Continent, Ye Xiaobai, you are very good." ”

The voice of the Sword Ancestor could not be heard with joy, but it gave people a feeling of shaking their souls.

"Seniors have won awards." Ye Xiaobai said modestly.

"I heard you want to enter the Pantheon?" Jian Zu looked at Ye Xiaobai lightly.

Being watched by the eyes of the Sword Ancestor, Ye Xiaobai felt an invisible pressure, as if a mountain was pressing on his head.

"Yes, I want to enter the Tomb of the Gods." Ye Xiaobai took a deep breath and said in a deep voice.

"The Pantheon Tomb is dangerous." There was a hint of emotion in Jian Zu's voice this time, "If you go in, you may lose your life." ”

Ye Xiaobai was silent for a moment and said, "I have a reason why I have to enter the Tomb of the Gods. ”

Sword Ancestor nodded: "The Ten Thousand Gods Tomb is still three years away from opening, this time, our Tianwu Continent has a total of thirty-six places, of which the Great Man has eight places, the Demon Clan has eight places, and the Great Zhou has twenty places. He said lightly: "I made the decision to give Zhou Yatou eight places, and the remaining twelve places belong to me." ”

He looked at Ye Xiaobai: "You have joined the Heavenly Sword Sect and set foot in the Grandmaster Upper Realm, you can occupy a place if you are reasonable." ”

Places?

Ye Xiaobai was very curious, how did this quota come about?

Why can it only be thirty-six, not more, not less?

Who decides?