"I heard, who hasn't heard of our people?" Wu Ming smiled bitterly, he didn't mind saying this, it was best to put out a little bit of the words of the Purple Gold Divine Dragon.

"Isn't it? They don't seem to have heard of it, right?" the Purple Gold Divine Dragon smiled, saying a loophole in Wu Ming's words.

The Lingxiao Treasure Hall fell here, in terms of time, at least millions of years, you don't even know the Abyss, how can you know the existence of the Lingxiao Treasure Palace?

The Purple Gold Divine Dragon didn't know what happened to the Lingxiao Treasure Hall to appear here, but the entire mountain was intercepted, and who else knew about the Lingxiao Treasure Hall outside?

If it was a Buddhist sect, the Purple Gold Divine Dragon would not be surprised, and the inheritance of that group of bald people was still very complete. From the moment he saw the six-zhang golden body of the empty ring with three heads and six arms, the purple gold divine dragon knew this.

Sure enough, when the empty ring over there saw these four words, his face instantly turned pale.

If it's just an ordinary immortal's immortal mansion, it really doesn't matter. But what these four words represent, others don't know, he really knows too well!

"Lingxiao Treasure Palace, is this the Lingxiao Treasure Palace?" Wu Ming looked up, although it was very luxurious, but it was only extravagant, and he couldn't see the appearance of the past, but like some ordinary palaces in the mortal world.

The high-walled compound, if the material is ordinary, even the gap with the ordinary mansion is not very large.

"Hey, even that mountain has been cut off, how can the Lingxiao Treasure Hall still survive? It's already very good to have this appearance! Without the status it deserves, how can it still be like before? It's already very good that the entire Heavenly Palace can leave a Lingxiao Treasure Hall back then!" the Purple Gold Divine Dragon smiled coldly, and then shut up again.

"Huh. Maybe!" Wu Ming was still a little disappointed, this was not at all different from the Lingxiao Treasure Hall that he had watched countless times on TV, where there were countless immortal qi permeating, lying high in the clouds, outside the Nine Heavens, there were Heavenly Soldiers and Heavenly Generals, although the strength of those Heavenly Soldiers and Heavenly Generals was not very strong, but it seemed that it was a place where immortals should stay. And here, it can only be said to be a palace in the mortal world.

This kind of visual gap is really too big.

Step inside. Inside the cold jade paving. Walking on it, you can feel a burst of cold air rushing into the soles of your feet, which is very magical.

Warm jade, cold jade. What else could there be?

Four broken pillars rested in the middle of the hall, without a roof. I don't know how the glazed tiles of Lu Dao were seen. Maybe it's just dazzling!

The main hall is huge. However, it is not as empty as the Hidden Dragon Pavilion. It can be imagined that in the heyday of that year, two rows of civil and military ministers stood on both sides. Above a golden throne. It is very magnificent, and the dragon and phoenix are presented on it, even huge.

And on that throne sat a man!

"Anyone?" the few people who came in were all shocked.

In this Lingxiao Treasure Palace, there are still people? Isn't this a relic of the ages? Could it be an immortal?

There is a person sitting upright, dressed in a gorgeous yellow robe, and the pattern on it is not a dragon, nor a phoenix, but mountains and rivers, and the mountains and rivers are depicted on it, as if they are real. Above the mountains and rivers, there is a vast starry sky, dotted with stars, exuding a faint starlight, which makes Wu Ming have the illusion of stargazing at night.

Look at the man's appearance again, a Chinese face, with a small beard, dark and swarthy no more than three inches long. His eyes were closed, as if he was really pensive. Put your hands on the armrests of the throne. The body is straight, the waist is as straight as a gun, and a trace of white hair is exposed behind his back, which makes him look with infinite vicissitudes, as if it is a history book, a perfect historical relic, and a symbol of a bleak history behind it.

Wu Ming somehow, looking at it, tears piled up in his eyes. Looking at everyone else, it is the same, the circles under their eyes are red, and they seem to be crying.

It's not a person, it's not a corpse. It's a history, an era that is so long that it's not even recorded in the history books. What happened in that era?

No one could tell for sure, but they could feel the desolation and grief to the extreme.

Although this man's eyes were closed, his face was full of determination, but there was only a trace of vicissitudes. But in Wu Ming's eyes, there is a sense of compassion, which seems to be sad for all things in the world and for all living beings in the world.

"Amitabha!" Kongjie closed his eyes and whispered a Buddha name, and under his eyes and beside his cheeks, two clear tears fell.

"You, you" The Purple Gold Divine Dragon was speechless, just looking at the corpse. After a long time, I saw him say faintly: "I didn't expect you to die! Didn't you say that you won't die? Didn't you say that you want to do the right thing for heaven? Didn't you say that you won't die if the world is not peaceful?"

There was a sadness in the tone of the purple gold divine dragon that he was not aware of.

"Who is he?" Wu Ming asked, feeling the sad taste in the Purple Gold Divine Dragon's tone. He definitely knows this person! Moreover, the friendship is definitely not shallow!

Zijin Shenlong was stunned for a moment, and suddenly said to himself: "Who is he? Hehe, he's just a dead man! Just a dead man, don't care, because he's already dead! Hehe, it's already dead, is Lao Tzu the only one still alive? Why are you all dead, even you are dead, you are dead, they still have the hope of fart?"

In the latter words, the Purple Gold Divine Dragon was almost roaring, wanting to roar out loud and vent the feelings in his heart. From the moment he saw this palace at the foot of the mountain, the purple gold divine dragon had become a little dull, and now it roared, and it seemed to be much better, but he didn't dare to look at the one on the throne again.

"What a Tianjiao! In the later generations, there is such a person, and it is not in vain to come here!" Wu Ming, the independent primordial god, opened his eyes slightly, and a trace of light shot out, and he praised.

Wu Ming was stunned, for the first time, for the first time he saw this person say such a thing, and for the first time he heard him praise others so much. Moreover, not only complimenting, but also opening his eyes and taking a look, even the Purple Gold Divine Dragon couldn't cause him to face it so seriously. The last time, when he encountered the Shocking Tribulation, this one opened a gap, but that was when he was attacked.

"Yes, he is a generation of Tianjiao, few people can compare, even heaven and earth, they are all trembling and crazy about it, but now he is just a dead man! Zijin Shenlong said with emotion on his face.

Wu Ming's Yuanshen giant really said noncommittally: "He, he actually found out, but he can't beat the number of days, he died for the common people in the world, and he died unjustly!"

"What did you find?" Zijin Shenlong Gan hurriedly asked, Wu Ming was also curious.

But the Genshin Giant was silent and stopped talking. (To be continued.) )