Chapter 107: Opening the Stone Gate

The turbulent demon clouds showed a tendency to collapse, gathering and scattering, and they were already on the verge of collapse, but in the increasingly faint demon clouds, a person walked out, his clothes were tattered, covered in blood, and the hideous wounds made his terrifying face even more terrifying. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The fierce light in Fang Hui's eyes was undisguised, and at this moment, he turned into a demon, wanting to slaughter everyone who was peaceful and against him. The cruel gaze swept around, and all those who were swept by his gaze were stunned, and they entered the highest level of alert in an instant, and their palms unconsciously rested on the weapon, ready to strike at any time.

Fang Hui and these people looked at each other, and an unprecedented depression enveloped the area of three hundred meters in front of the Blood Devouring God Tomb.

The sound of the pounding heartbeat was clearly visible, and the violent wheezing sound came into everyone's ears, the atmosphere of dead silence, the murderous awe-inspiring scene.

The knife was unsheathed, the sword was shining with a cold light, but the long stick in Fang Hui's hand was like a roaring dragon, with a demonic spirit.

The momentum is rising......

Thundered!

The huge sound shook the ground three times, and under the unpreparedness, everyone's bodies were staggered for a while, and they were unsteady on their feet, and the loud sound like thunder roared in everyone's ears, and the buzzing sound of the two ears always surrounded, and it did not disperse for a long time.

This earth-shattering sound, like the wrath of the thunder god above the nine heavens, dispelled the demonic fortune that surrounded Fang Hui, his eyes also regained blue light, his body was still shaking violently, and there seemed to be a god and Buddha chanting Buddhist scriptures loudly in his ears. His body regained the light of the Buddha.

After a long time, everyone picked up the weapon that had fallen on the ground again, regained a trace of clarity in their heads, and looked towards the direction of the Blood Devouring God Tomb.

Two lines of incomparably large handwriting clearly appeared on the stele.

"Blood stains the blood of the Emperor of the Stone Tablet, and the Purple King is coming again!"

It is a total of four big characters, simple and unpretentious, and there is no imaginary golden glaze, full of brilliance, but the whole body exudes a natural simplicity, as if it is natural, and has not been carved by later generations.

Vigorous and powerful, the dragon flies and the phoenix dances, just like the nine heavens above the Dapeng spreading its wings and soaring, and like a fish in the water, swimming happily, there is a kind of heaven and earth I am the king, Qiankun in my hands of the mighty and domineering, looking at the world and the feeling.

Zhao Haochen's eyes were like two hooks, staring at these fourteen big characters, and faintly, he seemed to see an emperor who ruled the world, walking towards him with steps.

His heart trembled, the feeling was incomparably familiar, yet so strange.

"Father!"

It's not so much the father as the Sword Emperor.

However, this figure is a little more domineering than the Sword Emperor, and the Sword Emperor is similar to it by seven points, but there is also a difference of three points, which the Sword Emperor does not have.

The sword hidden in Zhao Haochen's mind suddenly stood up, his eyes were like swords, and a shocking sword burst out, passing through the heavens and latitudes, shaking the heavens and the earth, one sword mountain and river falling, two swords and the world are clear, and three swords and rivers are destroyed.

In this unique space, Jianzi fell to the ground on his knees and bowed deeply, his expression was extremely serious, and his movements were extremely religious.

As the swords bowed one after another, Zhao Haochen felt a strange feeling in his body, and his mind looked inward, but he didn't find anything different, but there was always this feeling lingering in his heart.

It seems that his body has some kind of connection with this mysterious bloodthirsty shrine.

Shake your head, dispel the doubts in your mind, and stop paying attention to this matter.

"Purple King, it should be the emperor who is talking about it, and if you come to the door again, it will definitely not be the emperor who comes to the door, it is impossible for a person to survive for a thousand years, then this will come to the door again, it should be the emperor's secret book. Ye Qingling's brows furrowed slightly, his palm supported his chin, and he was even more beautiful in the wind and snow.

"The blood of the emperor should be the blood of the emperor back then, but what is the connection between this and the blood-stained stone tablet? Could it be that the stone tablet will be soaked with the blood of the emperor so that this stone gate will be opened, and only then will there be a chance to obtain the secret codex?" Mo Yuxuan looked at these words in a daze and studied them.

"Impossible!" Ye Lin thoughtfully denied Mo Yuxuan's remarks, and then deduced, "The emperor's blood does not exist at all, let alone survive for a thousand years. ”

In the secret classics of various sects, it is recorded that the emperor made his own tomb and trapped the bloodthirsty old man alive in it, and he also fell into it, but there was no time to create all this.

Or as a strong man like the emperor, the means are all over the sky, if it is said that the catastrophe has been expected to come, it is a bit exaggerated, not to mention, if it is really like that, the ability of the Yellow River will not be destroyed with the bloodthirsty old man.

A middle-aged man in a white robe, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, fluttering clothes, and a folding fan in his hand, inevitably looked nondescript in this cold winter wax moon, but no one dared to ask questions.

"Since the emperor's blood doesn't exist, could it be the emperor's bloodline?"

"Brother Zhuge , what do you mean by this, please give me some advice!" Seeing the visitor, even the rebellious Mo Yuxuan and Yelin were humbly asked for advice in the face of him, and he didn't dare to offend him a little.

Zhuge , as soon as he heard this surname, the cold light in Zhao Haochen's eyes surged, the murderous aura on his body was difficult to hide, and a white robe hunted in the wind.

The Zhuge family will take revenge and treat Zhuge Wan'er by themselves, but they are facing thousands of miles of pursuit and killing, and they will force themselves into a desperate situation.

This person from the Zhuge family naturally noticed Zhao Haochen's cold glow, but his head turned to this side, and then turned back.

There was an obvious change in his expression, which was captured by Zhao Haochen's keen eyes, and he didn't let go of any trace of it.

Mockery, ridicule, disdain, contempt.

Just when the volcano in his heart was about to erupt and burn three thousand miles, the power that belonged to the sword alone suppressed him and made him regain a trace of his senses.

Their voices reached Zhao Haochen's ears again.

"The blood of the emperor is self-evident and should be the blood of the descendants of the emperor and queen, and only in this way can it be justified. Zhuge Yanyun continued to explain.

"As far as I know, all the bloodlines of this emperor were shattered back then, and there was nothing left at all. Mo Yuxuan expressed everyone's doubts.

It is no secret that this is recorded in the texts of all sects.

The Zhuge clan, who have always been known for their resourcefulness, undoubtedly thought the most, "His descendants will definitely not survive in the world, this does not mean that his bloodline is completely destroyed." ”

Zhao Haochen's eyes were taking advantage of it, but he was engrossed in listening to the secret of this thousand years......

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