"Beaulieu Vault!"

Niu Er was suddenly startled, Bi Fang jumped up, his fiery red feathers exploded, and a faint green light shot out of his eyes, just like seeing a wild wolf who was fine.

"The treasure of Panlong Mountain, does it really exist?"

"Naturally. ”

Ying Wuwu's old face was slightly gloomy, quite unwilling, but people had to bow their heads under the eaves, their longevity was about to end, and they could no longer recover the sect, so it was better to send Shunshui favors and leave a way back for their grandchildren.

For a long time, there has been a legend of the secret vault in Panlong Mountain, but for thousands of years, countless monks in the world have searched for it, and almost the entire Panlong Mountain Range has been turned over, and even a bird feather has not been found, so people have given up hope.

"Old man, why don't you tell this king the location of the treasure house, this king will accept your grandson as an apprentice, and he will definitely train him into a generation of Tianjiao, twice as powerful as the four little immortal kings, what do you think?"

Bi Fang's saliva flowed, and he glanced at the young man, his face turned pale with fright, and he staggered and hid behind Ying Wuwu, not daring to show his head.

"That...... The old man can't trust you. ”

Ying Wuwu said embarrassedly, which suddenly made Bi Fang furious, and shouted angrily: "You old man, this king is the ancient immortal king, a generation of invincible powerhouses, hundreds of millions of monks in the world are crying and shouting to apprentice, this king still doesn't agree, you can't believe me, do you believe that this king burned you to meat with a fire?"

"It's okay, this sect agreed, and the apprenticeship ceremony will be held tomorrow, and from then on he will be Niu's second disciple. Niu Ershennian swept over the young man and nodded slightly.

This person is only eleven or twelve years old, but he is already in the early stage of Jindan. As you can imagine, he was born with extraordinary qualifications, plus all these years. Ying Wuwu spent countless efforts on him to consolidate his foundation and expand his muscles, so at such a young age, his cultivation is extraordinary.

After everyone retreated, Niu Erpan sat in the stone room, facing the two puppets. His eyes were uncertain, he hesitated, and finally gritted his teeth. With a wave of his hand, the puppet golden body and Wu Shou got up at the same time, shooting into the vast night like electricity.

Hundreds of thousands of miles away, the lights on Samurai Mountain are bright. Voices. The disciples of all ethnic groups gathered together, and these days, under the banner of revenge, the warrior monks swept thousands of miles, all bowing down.

Those small sect families who dared to resist couldn't even splash a wave under the rolling torrent of the martial arts army. Gone in ashes, completely gone.

The prestige of the entire Wu clan. At this time, it has reached the peak glory that it has never had before, and the world is just around the corner.

At the highest point of the mountain, in a secret room, the ancestor of the martial family sat cross-legged, his face was gloomy, his right shoulder was empty, a little scarlet soaked through his sleeves, he breathed deeply, and there was white holy light in the seven orifices, and the divine light was swirling, like seven small dragons being flexible and tactful, exuding a faint fragrance.

Suddenly, the stone door shattered, and a tall figure stepped forward, surrounded by golden light, and the momentum was rolling and overwhelming, and when he raised his hand, a palm print pressed down, the void hummed, the surrounding stone walls cracked, the secret room was torn apart, and the rubble shot out in all directions.

"Who are you?"

Wu Zu suddenly opened his eyes, his true qi was surging, surging and powerful like an ocean, unfathomable, his left hand broke the mountain seal, Gu Yue crossed the air, blocking in front of him, his right arm clicked, and a new arm was born between breaths.

"The one who killed you. ”

The person who came roared, his voice was heavy and hoarse, like a fierce beast, exuding a domineering aura all over his body, and the one-handed seal was shot forward, the red halo around his body exploded, the qi and blood roared like ocean waves, and a golden finger print was pressed down from mid-air, and the dignified breath destroyed and destroyed the void.

"It's impossible to destroy the Golden Immortal Seal...... Who the hell are you?" Wu Zu was suddenly stunned, and his face changed wildly, as if he had seen a ghost.

You must know that the Martial Dao Immortal Scroll is a secret thing, and only the Wu clan has it in the world, but there are very few people who can cultivate, and they are all top Tianjiao in the clan, so they have some contact.

However, the gold destroying seal cast by this person is domineering and unparalleled, even more exquisite than him, as if he has been immersed in a character for many years, although his cultivation is only at the peak of the realm, but his combat power is on par with him, which is really incredible.

With a loud bang, the Wu Clan's ancestral mountain shook the mountain, countless pavilions and pavilions collapsed, the earth cracked, and the power of destroying the golden seal was incomparable, and the entire mountain was cut off and smashed in the middle of the mountain.

The disciples of the Wu clan who were originally gathering here, where did they think that the disaster would fall from the sky, and they didn't have time to dodge, so they were hit by millions of catties of boulders, and suddenly, rivers of blood flowed, countless corpses and bones, and a large number of disciples died tragically.

"Wow, the old man, no matter who you are, the old man vows to break you into pieces. ”

Wu Zu was furious, his eyes were about to split, his silver hair danced against the sky, his true qi erupted with all his strength, and the six forms of Vajra Dharma Seal continued to urge, smashing the void to smithereens, and roaring towards the golden man.

"Hmph, but Er'er, let you see the real Martial Dao Immortal Seal. ”

The person who came stretched out his hand a little, his fingertips changed, and the surging blood behind him was like a blazing oven, letting out a tsunami-like roar, the universe was shattered, the coercion was monstrous, and a dead wood and old tree appeared out of thin air.

The old branches, twisting and turning like a dragon, vigorous and powerful, looking up at the sky, under the dry and cracked trunks, countless gossamers floated, rooted in the void, each of which spread for countless miles.

The ancient wood crossed the sky, blocking all the vajra handprints, and the fine roots formed a large net, covering the heavens and the earth, enveloping the sky, swallowing up all the aura of the entire space, and the magic seals released by the martial ancestors quickly weakened, and then disappeared.

"It can't be. ”

Wu Zu was suddenly shocked, the same dead wood seal, compared to the power exerted by him and the golden body, the gap was too big, and it was not a level at all.

He didn't know that the puppet golden body had been soaked in bitter liquid for many years, and it was solid and immortal from the inside out, reaching an extreme realm, and every drop of blood had been repeatedly refined, comparable to the essence blood of an immortal, as dignified as Yue.

And the Martial Dao Immortal Scroll is originally a battle immortal holy art, for the invincible battle method created by the immortals, with the support of the powerful blood and qi of the puppet golden body, the Five Elements Law Seal can truly bloom its due power, how can he compare.

However, at this time, there was no time for Martial Ancestor to think, and the dead wood seal covered the sky, swallowing up the entire radius of a hundred miles of spiritual energy, and the power of the magic seal cast by Martial Ancestor was suddenly greatly reduced.

At the same time, the puppet golden body was full of blood and energy, his hands were sealed, and Gu Yue ran through the sky, as if the Divine Mountain outside the sky fell from above the nine heavens, breaking all obstacles and pressing down on the Wu Clan's ancestral mountain.

Zhenhai Yin turned into a surging river, surrounding all directions, the big waves pierced the air, aroused the power of Wanjun, suppressed the Qiankun Avenue, and completely trapped Wu Zu in it, pressing step by step, making it difficult for him to escape.

"me—"

Seeing that there was no way to escape, Wu Zu's face was extremely gloomy, his facial features were distorted, his eyes flashed with poisonous light, and he opened his mouth to spit out a blood-colored talisman, which instantly turned into a red phantom, like a fierce beast, with a monstrous aura, and went straight to the mountain seal to stab.

Click-

What is surprising is that the mountain seal shattered in response, and the blood-colored phantom shot towards the golden body like an arrow, to be blocked by countless dead wood seals, and countless fine roots and tendrils were entangled, layer after layer, constantly absorbing the spiritual energy on it, and finally turned into a palm-sized rune paper, stopping in mid-air.

The corners of Wu Shou's eyes jumped wildly, taking this opportunity to retreat, dead wood, destroying gold, burning the sky, the three major magic seals were cast at the same time, smashing on the besieged Zhenhai seal, breaking a gap in it, and quickly escaping.

Just about to escape, the figure in front of him flashed, and an extremely familiar face suddenly appeared in front of him, Wu Zu was slightly stunned, and shouted loudly: "Shou'er, you ......"

Wu Shou smiled slightly, didn't say anything, raised his hand and pointed forward, and a crystal sword burst out, shining brightly, the laws of the immortal path were entangled, and the gods were swallowed, and they stabbed straight to Wu Zu's forehead.

Wu Zu's face changed greatly, and in a hurry, he sacrificed a black shield armor to protect his body, but there was a soft sound in his ears, his expression changed suddenly, his eyes were frightened and frightened, and he watched the sword light pierce into his forehead, and with a slight shock, the sea of knowledge instantly shattered, and his soul was destroyed.

Wu Shou sighed, stretched out his hand and wiped it on his forehead, shooting out a wisp of cyan blood, and shook a cyan bead in his hand at the puppet's golden body, and the two turned into a streamer and disappeared instantly.

On this night, the entire Wu Mountain Range was boiling, the Wu Clan Ancestor died, the Ancestral Mountain collapsed, and some people discovered that the three secret treasure vaults in the family were stolen overnight, and all the thousands of years of accumulation were lost, which was like a thunderbolt from the sky, which made everyone stunned.

The next day, the catastrophe of the Wu clan swept the world like the wind, everyone knew about the disaster of the Wu clan, and there were even rumors that he had seen an immortal descend on the Wu family, and the sky and the earth were shattered when he raised his hand, and he killed the ancestor of the Wu clan with a sword and took away the martial arts immortal scroll.

Some people speculate that it was the immortals of the three major holy sects who made the move, because the Martial Ancestor had already reached the peak realm of Mahayana, and he was almost invincible in the world, and those immortal immortals who came out of the world were invincible at all.

What's more, someone who came to cut off the Martial Ancestor's divine soul with a sword, leaving only a sword mark on his forehead, except for the three major holy sects, there are few people in this world who can practice such a terrifying sword technique.

When Wukong and the others, who were hurrying back, heard the news, their bodies shook, they vomited blood, raised their heads and roared: Could it be that the sky is going to kill my martial family, and then fell to the ground, unconscious.

The sky was cloudy, the breeze around Niu Er floated, and two figures suddenly appeared, which were the puppet Jin Shen and Wu Shou who rushed back overnight.

A four-foot-long picture scroll, simple and full of simplicity, white picture, like gold not gold, like jade not jade, I don't know what kind of material forging, there are ten magic seals painted on it, it is the martial arts immortal scroll that the world covets.

It's just that there are traces of fracture at the end of the scroll, as if it has been torn apart by life, and there is still an unknown Dharma seal, but it is not here.

Holding the blue light orb in his palm, the smile on Niu Er's face was even brighter, this was his cave magic weapon, which contained the treasures of the Wu clan for thousands of years, countless spirit stones, immortal grass piled up like a mountain, all kinds of fine magic weapons arranged in rows, and all kinds of amazing minerals, all of which were rare. (To be continued......)