Heavenly Martial Arts - 88. Chapter 88

“Buzzing~~”

The space is roaring, the wind and clouds are rewinding, and the whole space is dead silent and terrifying.

He Heng and Ji Xikong, who were fighting fiercely, suddenly changed their expressions. They only felt an incomparable murderous aura enveloping them. The terrifying force solidified the space, and a huge blood-colored buddha tower suddenly appeared.

“This is?” He Heng and Ji Xikong panicked. The change was so sudden that they had no time to react.

The earth-shattering suffocation was rolling endlessly, and the cold murderous intent filled the entire space, and the cold power was about to envelop them.

At this moment, this pitch-black space trembled suddenly and roared endlessly, and the refinements were flying, forming a huge giant net, enveloping the Scarlet Buddha Tower.

This space was the place where the True Man of Heavenly Marrow was buried in the first place, and it was full of many restrictions. The previous control by Ji Xikong was simply not what he had.

If one hundred thousand years ago, even the strong of the cave realm would have to peel off their skins when they came here. It’s just that the power of time is vast, and the years have wiped out everything. The power of this prohibition has already consumed most of it, unlike the previous glory.

And He Heng and Ji Xikong are only the cultivation bases of the Three Peng Realm. Under the big banned net here, they can be regarded as shrimps at most, so they can naturally get in.

And Wang Panlong is a top powerhouse even in the Dao Fei realm, and the name of the Blood Buddha Tu is not just called it casually.

His full blow was enough to be regarded as a fish, and it naturally touched the restriction here.

The fierce battle between the giant net and the buddha tower began, and the two small shrimps, He Heng and Ji Xikong, got a glimmer of life and escaped under the gap between the two.

He Heng also saw Wang Bi who was a little scared, and her reaction to this space was also unexpected. At this moment, she panicked and retreated from this space.

“Damn it!” Ji Xikong gritted his teeth, “I didn’t expect that you and I almost fell on Wang Bi. How did she follow him all the way?”

After seeing Wang Bi with his wisdom, he naturally understood the outline of the matter, but he was also a little angry.

“I want to know this too!” He Heng looked at Ji Xikong coldly. This time he was also shocked by this sudden incident. It was the first time he faced Dao Lai Realm mighty force that he knew how small he was.

At this moment, He Heng couldn’t help but reflect on himself. After all, he was careless. Since he got the Mirror of the Heavens, he has gone smoothly, but he has lost his cautious heart.

This almost fell, but it reminded him.

“After all, the strength is not enough, the background is not enough!” He Heng deeply watched the two powerful forces fighting in the air, the bloody Buddha tower as high as ten meters and the overwhelming net are fighting each other, rolling up dozens of miles, really terrifying. .

“One day, I will reach and even surpass them.” He Heng clenched his fists and turned his head to see that Ji Xikong, who was still next to him, had disappeared.

“Brother He, you ask for more blessings. Ji ran for his life first. Don’t read it. I hope I will have the honor to discuss martial arts again in the future.”

This is a sentence left by Ji Xikong.

He Heng snorted coldly, his complexion a little ugly, he looked at the two great forces who were still fighting frantically there, and had to follow the traces left by Ji Xikong around him walking slowly, cautiously, and did not touch them all the way. What prohibition.

About half an hour later, he came to a fork in the road, and the trace of Ji Xikong had long since disappeared.

In desperation, He Heng had no choice but to choose a path casually and walked secretly and cautiously.

After walking for another half an hour, he did not find the trace of Ji Xikong, but came to a primitive palace, which was the only building he saw in this space.

He Heng stepped forward and saw that this was a deep and dark temple, revealing terrible things.

Above the gate, there is an old plaque with the word “Xuantian” written on it.

“Xuantian Palace?”

He Heng continued to walk forward, and soon came to an inner hall, which is still a deep hall, but this time there is no plaque on it, only a pair of couplets very similar to the outside world. The two lines on the left and right are: Tianquan. One breath, do not make the earth’s moral burden; the three things of the earth, do not make the heavens without the burden.

It was still the immortal aura that made He Heng’s heart tremble.

He glanced at these two lines in silence, took a deep note, and continued to go inside.

There was still nothing in the main hall, but there was a transparent coffin in the middle. He Heng only glanced at it, and he felt a biting chill on his face.

In that crystal-like coffin lies a Taoist man in Tsing Yi, with a long beard and thick eyebrows, a thin face, and a mist filled his body.

“This is the real person of Tiansui?” He Heng highlighted the person in the coffin a few times and tried to approach him, but as soon as he got within ten feet of the coffin, he felt as if he was about to be frozen into a block of ice, and quickly retreated. Open.

“hateful.”

He Heng estimated that the most fundamental inheritance of True Person Tiansui should be in this coffin, on his body.

However, there is no way to get Baoshan, how helpless is this? He Heng was a little depressed and looked around to see if there was anything that could touch the coffin.

And at this moment, in another part of this space, Ji Xikong looked solemnly sitting on a Taoist platform, underneath his body was covered with images of nine palaces and eight trigrams, mysterious and mysterious.

Countless Dao patterns are densely covered here, twists and turns, and outlines a vast picture of stars, an infinite universe.

If someone looks at it from the top, this space is shrouded by a huge array at this moment, and its two core hubs are the places where Ji Xikong and He Heng are, like the black and white places of Tai Chi.

“In the remains of the True Man Tiansui, except for his own inheritance, the most precious thing is this set of Zhoutian Vientiane Formation he left behind. To me, this set of formations is even more important than his inheritance. ……” Ji Xikong looked at this place, suddenly said in a solemn voice, took out a spar in his hand, muttered a word in his mouth, injected a real energy in his hand, and suddenly a bright light suddenly shone.

“Buzzing~~”

The ground suddenly roared and trembled, the rocks trembled, and the infinite beams of light surged. The lines flashed with crystal brilliance, and they were connected with the principles of the heavens and the earth.

A silvery white light flashed in Ji Xikong’s eyes suddenly, without the slightest emotional color, indifferent as the sky, overlooking the ups and downs of the world.

“Heaven and Earth Promise, Stars and Destiny, Open…” With a cold drink, Ji Xikong slammed into his hands, and the Dao Marks that filled the void leaped wildly, turning into a beam of light that pierced the sky and rushed straight into the sky. Jiuxiaoyunwai.

At this moment, above the big world, in the deep dark night, countless stars are shining light, soft and crystal clear, full of mystery.

Suddenly, at the North Pole, in the center, the most dazzling star was trembling, bursting with incomparable brilliance.

“This is… Someone started the Star Life?”

At this moment, everywhere in the big sky world, I don’t know how many old monsters suddenly woke up, staring at the sky in amazement, with a shocked look.

“Heaven and earth live everywhere. Everyone is born with his own destiny, and this destiny is reflected in the Zhoutian and the stars. The lives of ordinary people will only be the most ordinary stars. They are so far away that their names are not clear… Destiny can only be seen in the day after tomorrow, written with infinite fate.”

“But there are some people in the world. They are destined to belong to one of the 365 main stars of that week. Every birth has a mission that belongs to them. Their fate affects the entire world… … Was born with atmospheric transportation.”

“But the heaven and the earth, even those who have the destiny of the stars, if they want to unlock their destiny, they must open the destiny and connect the corresponding stars.”

The old monsters who had been sitting for hundreds of thousands of years bowed their heads and counted, looking at the dazzling stars, and said in horror: “This time the star destiny who has opened the fate of destiny, his star is actually…”

…

The situation outside is changing, and countless strong people in the big world are shaking.

But He Heng was carefully groping in the Xuantian Palace at this moment, to see if he could get some benefits, the things left by the real person, even if it was rubbish, were enough to make him rich overnight.

He didn’t notice, just when Ji Xikong used the big formation here to start his own star and destiny, the thin Taoist lying in the coffin in the center of this hall suddenly jumped his eyelids, and the corners of his mouth aroused a bit of bitterness. .

Then, with a “click”, the ancient coffin that had been silent for 100,000 years suddenly opened.

“What?” He Heng was shocked. He stared at the crystal-like coffin. The thin figure inside suddenly stood up and opened a pair of deep eyes, encompassing the universe and the heavens. The law is endless.

A strong man in the cave realm who has fallen as early as 100,000 years ago, and even his tomb has been explored many times, the god of heavenly marrow actually opened his eyes again?

He Heng’s expression was frozen for a while, and he didn’t know what to do.

After all, he came to robber the tomb.

As a result, this person was not dead, which is a big joke.

However, this “survived” True Person of Heavenly Marrow didn’t care about He Heng’s existence at all. His deep gaze cut through the infinite time and space, and looked at the starry sky of the big world, the dazzling stars.

Then he suddenly sighed, eternally vicissitudes of life, and uttered a dumb voice: “Zhongtian North Pole…Lagerstroemia Taihuang is actually the fate of Ziwei, the Lord of Ten Thousands… Xia is going to die?”