This inexplicable rain came and went quickly, and it stopped almost as soon as it hit the wet ground.

The warm air was filled with moisture, but no one paid any attention to the rain anymore, and almost all of them turned their gaze back to Jian Yixi the first moment they opened their eyes.

At this time, Jian Yiyi held his sword and slammed it away, his expression was extremely natural, and the sea of jasper clouds above his head had completely disappeared, as if it had never appeared.

Rui Yunshui's face became a little ugly, and his thin lips were tightly pressed together, as if two sword blades were overlapping.

His arm trembled slightly, but it was extremely inconspicuous, but everyone could perceive some of the true element power that had overflowed from his body;

Not to mention a cultivator of the Four Realms like Rui Yunshui, even a cultivator of the Rong Yuan Realm has extremely strong control over his own True Yuan, otherwise how can he control this power; like this situation, there is only one possibility, that is, they have lost control of the True Yuan power in their body, and countless pure True Yuan seeped out from all the acupoints in their body, in short, Rui Yunshui should be injured.

Not combing and recovering his own depleted true yuan power as soon as possible, Rui Yunshui's face was slightly solemn, and he asked uncertainly: "Heaven Cutting Sword Drawing Technique?"

Seeing Jian Yiyi's slight bow, Rui Yunshui's face became a little bitter, knowing that the descendants of this generation of Sword Sect must not be underestimated.

When the sect master entered the Jin capital alone, no one in the Jin Kingdom cultivators was his opponent of a sword, so his sword was naturally not an ordinary sword move, and the name of this sword move was "Cutting the Sky and Drawing the Sword".

The essence of the practice of "cutting the sky and drawing the sword" is in the "pulling" and not in the "chopping", before the sword is drawn, the sword blade is hidden deep in the sheath, and all the concealment is to accumulate strength for the moment of drawing the sword, so "the long-hidden person is bound to attack" is the core of the practice of the sword cutting and drawing the sword.

The "Heaven Slashing Sword Technique" had not appeared for a long time, and even those Sword Sect Masters of the Seven Realms had never performed it, so there was only such a record in some hidden books.

Rui Yunshui didn't know what kind of swordsmanship could be called "Heaven Cutting Sword Drawing Technique" before, but at this time, when he saw the Bihai Chaosheng Technique that slashed his triple mountain skill with a sword, he naturally thought of the swordsmanship that the master had mentioned to him.

After calming down, Rui Yunshui stopped looking at Jian Yixi, turned his head and said to Yan Yixi: "There is no right or wrong in the Heavenly Tomb, but after all, it is my three junior disciples who die, maybe it is not impossible for them to achieve a Seven Realms Grandmaster!"

Ruiyun was full of qi in the water, although Jian Yiyi slashed his triple skill with one sword, he was a strong cultivator in the True Meditation Realm after all, and even at this time, there might not be a few people who dared to defeat him lightly.

After glancing at the sword, Rui Yunshui knew that the goal had been achieved, and now was not the time to expand the conflict, so he continued: "Since you blocked my sword for these three people, I won't do anything today, just leave it for the next day, and when I have my own settlement." ”

Rui Yunshui didn't stop after speaking, and turned around to Wei Wuyi and began to recover the true yuan.

Jian Yixi frowned slightly, and didn't say anything to stand behind Yan Yi, but paused slightly when he passed by Ying Yi's side, as if he had noticed something.

"Slashing the Sky and Drawing the Sword ......"

Ying Yi didn't care about what the two people were talking about, he just recalled the sword just now, and he only felt that there was probably no sword stronger than such a sword, and he was thinking about what method he should use to resist such a sword.

Disheveled!

Everyone was a little absent-minded, and when they thought back to the sword that they had just seen but had not seen, a blue cloud emerged from the ancient incense burner.

The sound was not loud, but it exploded like thunder under the bright sun, and the hearts of everyone present were pulled back, and some people's expressions were like they had seen a ghost, and the incense burner in front of a coffin suddenly rose green smoke, and ordinary people saw that there was a ghost.

Hiss......

Everyone gasped, and in the originally empty incense burner, three pillars of agarwood appeared, and the pillar of incense with a thick thumb was engraved with an unknown beast, and the green and purple cigarettes seemed to be swallowed by a strange beast.

The green smoke rose in a curling curl, and two ancient seal fonts began to appear on the inscription that had been wordless, and a heavy sense of oppression emanated from the three-foot-high inscription, and the depressed hearts of the people were heavy.

No one can recognize the two words on the inscription, because they are not the words of this era.

At this time, although Ying Yi was very calm, he had already set off a monstrous wave in his heart, because although he had never seen such a seal character, he could "see" the meaning of these two words.

"Shen Gong!"

The meaning of the two words engraved on this inscription is the word "Shen Gong".

Yingyi's thoughts spun rapidly, and the dreamlike scene before flashed in his mind one by one, and finally stopped at a moment to freeze.

In the glorious palace, the king on the throne said to a man covered in black robes: "You dug a great tomb for the widow and buried the widow and the great merchant together. ”

He knew that the black-robed man's name was "Shen Gong", which was also his deepest memory of him, and he looked at the bluestone coffin and the inscription like the spiritual position, and Ying Yi felt a heartache inexplicably in his heart.

"Could it be that this person will also bury himself in this Chaoge Mausoleum in the end!" A trace of tears crossed the corner of his eyes without a trace, and Ying Yi whispered alone in his heart.

I don't know what caused his soul to return to ancient times, and his consciousness was briefly entangled with that great king, he knew the buried past, the buried history, and also knew the true identity of this black-robed man named Shen Gong, the personal disciple of the Demon Lord of the Demon Race, and the current national teacher of the Great Shang Dynasty of the Human Race.

Bang!

With a dull sound, the black clouds that were originally as silent as the Dead Sea in the sky surged non-stop, countless dark clouds like black dragons twisted their bodies wildly and wantonly, and cyan electric light shuttled through the middle of the clouds, and the whole space became even more depressing.

This lasted for a short time, as abrupt as it came, and as abrupt as it left, and before everyone knew what was happening, the clouds had disappeared without a trace.

The sky was full of stars, countless unnamed stars hugged each other, and a black figure ran through the heavens and the earth, looking up at the sea of stars.

The black figure looked up, and instead of the brightest star, it was a dead star, beside which there was nothingness, and only a crumbling blood-colored remnant star.

Ying Yi is also looking at the death star, he knows what this death star represents, if this death star is still bright, then it will be the brightest one in the entire sea of stars, because the stars call this death star Ziwei Star, this is the emperor star.

The black figure suddenly lowered his head, as if he was looking at this group of people, but Ying Yi had a strong feeling that this gaze finally fell on him, and this black figure was observing himself.

There was silence, no one made the sound of breathing, as if they were afraid, as if they were waiting.

The sea of stars above his head began to disappear, and the black figure also shrank, and finally landed on the bluestone sarcophagus, the tight-fitting black robe wrapped around the whole body, revealing a slightly handsome face, but it was covered with traces of time and an indescribable sadness.

"My name is Shen Gong!"

The black-robed figure opened his mouth to say the first sentence, and everyone on the scene changed their faces greatly, looking at the figure on the bluestone coffin in extreme horror, as if thinking about how much possibility.

"I'm dead!"

The black-robed figure began to speak the second sentence at this time, but how could a dead man speak.

"This is a shadow of light that I left behind!" the third sentence seemed to be an addition to the previous one.

"You are very lucky, but you are also unlucky!" is an extremely simple sentence, but it tightly grasps everyone's hearts, what is lucky, what is unlucky.

Tilting his head slightly, as if he was recalling something, Shen Gong took a photo and continued: "The place you came here is called Chaoge Mausoleum, which is the burial place of a great emperor, and you should know very well who it is. ”

Ying Yi raised his eyebrows, looked at the people around him without a trace, and found that they were all deep in thought, remembering their own experiences, and wondering if they had all had the same experience.

"I spent the rest of my life building this Chaoge Mausoleum, and I inherited many spring and autumn years, and finally found an opportunity suitable for its appearance in this era, so you are lucky. ”

"Soul dreaming is the most mysterious power of our race, although you are in this era, you can pull your soul back to the original battle, so that you have the privilege of seeing that erased history. Shen Gong's expression changed slightly, and he was quickly disguised.

"The experience of borrowing your soul is the greatest opportunity for you in this life, and those people's cultivation experience and exercises will be inherited by you, because of the nature of the soul dreaming, the inheritance you get is not complete, so you have to go through the test of this last level, which is why you are here, and this is your misfortune!"

Shen Gong's voice began to become cold, like a devil who wants to choose people to devour, Ying Yi unconsciously collected his mind and continued to listen.

With a wave of the big sleeve, the void behind the originally lonely bluestone sarcophagus was distorted, and then hundreds of phantoms appeared one after another, and they had become clear after a long time, exactly the same as the first bluestone coffin.

"Three hundred and sixty-five weeks of starlight can be followed, those who can enter the Star Picking Tower are all people who have the inheritance of the heroic spirit of our dynasty, but the Star Picking Tower is the emperor's tomb, and if you want to inherit it, you need to sacrifice the souls of the dead with blood!"

"Altar, up!"

After Shen Gong's words fell, everyone only felt that the surrounding void was constantly distorted, and their bodies began to float involuntarily, and in an instant they had already left the original place and came to a more unfamiliar place, with a fire-like spar under their feet, and not far away a towering black altar like the Ancient Divine Mountain, a pitch-black shadow stood on the altar, and a domineering and noble aura emanated from its body.

"Dixin!"

Ying Yi's eyebrows changed suddenly, and the pitch-black demon shadow couldn't be seen clearly at all, but he could be sure that this figure was the peerless monarch in his memory, and that unique noble aura was something that no one else had.