Chapter 67: The National Collection
With a hum, the entire virtual world trembled, and the giant corpse seemed to be about to wake up from its slumber, and its dry body began to glow, and there was a mysterious aura spreading.
At the same time, a mist slowly dispersed around the corpse, and the corpse began to shake gently, and a Great Dao divine sound sounded.
In the sky, the sun was blazing, and the sun was shining, and at this time, it was frantically plundered, and golden rivers converged and poured into the corpse's body.
"Corpses have power, how powerful are they in life?" Xiao Han was secretly speechless.
The figure shrouded the rui qi, spewing a thin glow, he took a step, and a golden avenue appeared under his feet, and he went straight for I don't know how many thousands of miles away.
The speed of the Golden Avenue was too fast, like a comet in the sky, the divine light spread out on the sky, and when he reached the other side, he seemed to have gone thousands of miles away, but he didn't seem to really get close to the Wentian Pavilion.
"Boom!"
Heaven and earth rioted, and one after another golden light in the air exploded, and then turned into a rain of light, sprinkled on the corpse, and all were absorbed.
The corpse seemed to be recovering, and a supreme life fluctuation swept the heavens and the earth like a vast sea, spreading in all directions, incomparable!
Xiao Han was shocked, is this a god?
The heavens and the earth trembled, the runes were dense, and in an instant, the breath of life in the Heavenly Pavilion was like a sea, penetrating the heavens and the earth.
In the sky, not only did the essence of the sun turn into golden rivers of gods that were plundered, but even the extraterritorial galaxies also fell with beams of light, like waterfalls, manifesting in the daytime.
The Pavilion Master of the Heavenly Pavilion and the Ancestor Hongfang all arrived.
For a while, in the Wentian Pavilion, it was full of vitality, and the originally dim and dry corpse was rapidly transforming, and then it was clear, emitting a peaceful treasure light, the body rumbled and roared, and the chaotic qi appeared, and there was a terrible sound of the Great Dao.
Everyone was surprised, and everyone in the Heavenly Pavilion knelt down, and some old men were so happy that they cried, and the ancestor recovered, there was no better news than this.
"Click!"
A strange sound made everyone's mood change again, because the virtual world was cracked, which was practiced by the ancestor with his own small world, and it cracked at this moment, indicating that he had no hope of resurrection, and the rune inheritance in the virtual world also meant that it was going to disappear.
The roar continues.
The sky changed again, and all kinds of runes were scattered in all directions, and the virtual realm completely ceased to exist.
This made everyone in Wentian Pavilion feel low to the bottom.
"Boom...!"
With a violent shaking, those runes gathered again, and finally turned into a beam of light, heading straight for the Scripture Pavilion, leaving a humanoid rune mark on the outer wall of the Scripture Pavilion.
Everyone was excited again, because it meant that the ancestors had preached.
Finally, when everything calmed down, all kinds of visions disappeared, and the corpse, although it was not resurrected, but it was also like having consciousness, went straight to the depths of the mountains of Wentian Pavilion, and the knife floated in front of Xiao Han and stopped.
Old Ancestor Hongfang stepped forward and said, "This knife is yours." ”
There are so many disciples around, there are envious, some jealous, some happy, and some gloating.
Xiao Han is unhappy, after all, this knife is a bit strange, in case it is in a bad mood, it is he who suffers, but there is no way to get rid of it.
This matter is also over, and everyone is once again engaged in cultivation, but it is safe and sound.
The half moon passed with a flick of his fingers, and Xiao Yu came to find Xiao Han early that day.
The two of them walked to the martial arts arena at the same time, Xiao Hai was already waiting there, and the three of them were not surprised when they looked at the dense crowd of people on the martial arts arena.
Because the Tianjiao War is about to start every thirty years, the successive dynasties will continue to be brilliant, becoming the leader of the sect, and the fame is shocking in all directions, even other equivalent huge sects also care.
But this also means that the national collection of China has been opened, the national collection has been opened, and the emperor has soared, which is the inheritance.
The position of the human emperor has never been a bloodline inheritance, but a will inheritance, and this inheritance is passed from within the national collection.
The Human Emperor has been at the peak of the God Realm for more than a hundred years, and he has never gone to the Upper Realm because the inheritance has not appeared, and he cannot ascend.
This time the national collection is opened, the inheritance will appear, and the emperor also attaches great importance to this big competition, and has added rewards to the sect, and there are a lot of elixir treasures.
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Xiao Han didn't take a fancy to these treasures, but he cared about the elixir very much, so the process was very rough.
He was so strong that most of it was not worth mentioning in front of him, and he won easily.
And the other winners are almost the same as the people who entered Mt. Tenjin last time.
Xiao Han only chose the elixir, and the treasure art was left to others.
The other sects are also doing the same, waiting for the sects to select the best disciples and then set off together.
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After three days like this, other sects also chose to be excellent disciples, and Xiao Han and his party also officially set off.
Xiao Han gathered with the disciples of the other sects, but found some familiar faces, one of the girls was very dazzling, Xiao Han had seen it in the Heavenly God Mountain.
"With you again, child, your life is so big, you can still live in Tianshen Mountain." The girl stepped forward and said with a smile to Xiao Han.
"I am the king of the same realm, who can hurt me." Xiao Han puffed up his chest and said.
"Bragging again, aren't you?" Hua Lingyue came to her side and said at some point.
"I'm telling the truth." Xiao Han replied disappreciatively.
"Oh, I'll try then." Hua Lingyue said.
"Try it... Try "Xiao Han looked back and saw Hua Lingyue a little lacking in confidence, and he was still a little afraid of her, after all, Hua Lingyue's strength was in the Nirvana realm.
"Yo, there are still people who are afraid," the girl laughed.
"Gu Xingran, you are also in the Nirvana realm!" Hua Lingyue ignored Xiao Han and said to the girl.
"Yes, this trip to the national Tibet, I'm afraid there are a lot of Nirvana realms!" Gu Xingran responded, obviously the two knew each other.
Rumble...
Just as everyone spoke, a roar was heard.
On the mountain peak in front of them, a portal slowly appeared, as if a hole had been forcibly torn open in the air.
The crowd flew inside, and Xiao Han and his party also entered, but the scene inside was terrifying.
This is actually an isolated island in the depths of the vast ocean.
On the island, the forest is reckless, and the apes are roaring. Ninety percent of the whole island is covered by primeval forests, towering ancient trees, covering the sky, fierce beasts and birds of prey, rushing and flying, a scene of the wild era.
However, at this time, an incomparably cold and solemn aura of death came from the far sky, and the isolated island where the roar of the brute beast was constantly roaring gradually quieted down.
There seemed to be a desolate ancient beast in the depths of the island, occasionally letting out a few angry roars, but other than that, there was silence between heaven and earth! The ink clouds rolled, there was no light between the heavens and the earth for an instant, and endless darkness shrouded down, like the curtain of death fell, and bursts of terrifying aura instantly filled the heavens and the earth.
In the rolling dark clouds of death, a majestic and tall ancient castle loomed in the sky, and waves of blood rose from the ancient castle, glowing a terrible red among the black clouds. The silence between heaven and earth was a little terrifying, there was no sound at all, and there was a deathly silence.
The castle is full of the vicissitudes of time, as if it has come from ancient times through time and space, it is like a death vortex, shrouded in the endless dead air in all directions, began to slowly gather towards it, and the rolling black clouds were slowly swallowed by it.
The black clouds and mist gradually disappeared, but the high sky was even more eerie and terrifying, there were endless bones floating around the castle, and the vast white bones were paved into a sea of dead bones, and the ancient castle stood above the snow-white sea of bones, indescribably terrifying and dead.