Immortal and Martial Dual Cultivation - 118. Chapter 118 The Last Emperor Tianwu

Except for the corpses of everyone from the major families, all the golden armored guards under Guiyihou’s men died unexplainably, and fell to the ground with a light touch.

The fat man suddenly laughed. Before Xiao Chen could react, he saw that the fat man was like a whirlwind, stripping off all the golden armor guards under Gui Yihou, and took out the ground-level battle armor inside.

Soon more than one hundred sets of battle armors were taken out by the fat man. The fat man took out one and took a closer look. His face suddenly changed, and he said, “How come these battle armors are not spiritual anymore, how can they be like this.”

After he finished speaking, he took out a steel knife and slashed it on the armor with a light swipe. A small crack appeared in the golden armor, and then it broke apart.

Su Xiaoxiao showed a surprised expression, picked up a golden battle armor, took a closer look, and said after a while: “The moonstone mixed in this battle armor seems to have all been absorbed by something.”

The two of Xiao Chen were surprised when they heard this. They had never heard of such things. The moon stone is a strange stone of heaven and earth, and it contains natural Taoist rhyme. How can it be absorbed cleanly.

Xiao Chen put his gaze on the stone platform, and the divine consciousness worked hard to expand, but it still couldn’t extend out. In this small world, divine consciousness even felt difficult to get out of the body.

The fat man murmured: “Forget it, go up, if you don’t, you will never know the reason.”

Although Xiao Chen felt wrong in his heart, his spiritual sense could not be released, and he could not see anything. So he agreed with the fat man’s opinion, and the three of them stepped back on the stone platform.

call!

The moment the three of them boarded the stone platform, the Azure Dragon Martial Spirit in Xiao Chen’s body, the golden folding fan in Fatty’s hands, and the Guqin in Su Xiaoxiao’s hands suddenly each emitted an aura, and then the three auras were connected together to form a non-existence. The big and small enchantment surrounded the three.

Su Xiaoxiao said in surprise: “This is the self-protection of the Saint Soldier. There must be something terrifying under this stone platform, otherwise the Saint Soldier will not automatically protect it.”

Xiao Chen looked at the almost endless steps, and an inexplicable chill suddenly rose in his heart. The three of them did not speak, and continued to walk forward. It was impossible to retreat at this point.

After walking a hundred steps, dense skeletons began to appear on the stone steps. Everyone stepped on the skeletons and made a click sound, which made the scalp numb.

Rumble!

The Moon Shadow Knife in the Universe Ring suddenly jumped uncontrollably. Xiao Chen was startled and stopped and looked around. A rusty broken sword appeared in his field of vision.

“Is this? Another secondary magic weapon of the source of fighting saints?” Xiao Chen picked up Broken Sword, thinking with some doubts, Broken Sword could not see any strangeness at all.

The Moon Shadow Knife in the Universe Ring swayed more severely, as if it was about to fly out of the ring. Xiao Chen had never encountered such a situation.

Although he didn’t understand what was going on, this Broken Sword must have a lot to do with the Thunder Wood Sword. Xiao Chen put Broken Sword into the Universe Ring and continued to move forward.

Stepping on the tired bones, the three of them came to Hua Tianyu’s headless corpse. The fat man found the handwriting written on the ground, and then fumbled for Hua Tianyu’s body.

“Mother, there is nothing left, dignified Martial Saint is so poor.” The fat man cursed in a low voice.

Su Xiaoxiao looked at the fingers of Hua Tianyu’s right hand, there was an obvious ring mark on the index finger, and said faintly: “The space ring that should be on it has just been taken away.”

Xiao Chen ignored the fat man’s words, and carefully looked at the scar on Hua Tianyu’s neck. It was a sword wound. Hua Tianyu had his head cut off by one move. How could the martial sage be killed by one move.

“Who on earth is so powerful, killing martial sage like slaughter a dog, will it be the Thunder Emperor?” Xiao Chen thought with great confusion, and suddenly thought of a question, “Fatty looked for him, and see if there is his head all around. .”

Jin Dabao came back to his senses, looking at the headless corpse, he was also a little strange, and Xiao Chen began to look around, but after searching for a long time, he did not see a single skull.

“It’s strange, where did this head go?” Jin Dabao said puzzledly.

…

In front of the stone platform, Ji Changkong and the others divided up the heavy treasure of a Wusheng once again, and then sat cross-legged, holding a lower-level spirit stone in his hand, quickly regaining the vitality in the body.

Along the way, they not only met the ancestors of the major families, but even saw the corpse of the Emperor Ying, all of them were martial sages thousands of years ago, and they were all characters of the same era.

Ji Changkong was the first to reply, and threw away the lustrous spirit stone in his hand. Watching the peak of Lishitai getting closer and closer, there was no excitement in his heart. Instead, an inexplicable shadow loomed over his heart.

After a while, people from other aristocratic families got up one after another. The higher the stone steps, the greater the consumption of vitality. If they didn’t have enough spirit stones in their hands, they would never have walked here.

“Let’s go, there are more than five hundred kan, try to go up in one breath!” Ji Changkong said lightly, here you can see a corner of the top of the stone platform.

After he finished speaking, he still took the lead and walked forward, staring straight ahead with a pair of sharp eyes. There are countless stars in his eyes evolving. Every step he takes, one star is destroyed, and after a while, more stars are born.

If anyone who knows the Ji family’s martial arts is here, he will be surprised, Ji Changkong is still cultivating the martial spirit of the stars in this situation.

Everyone slowly walked on top of the stone steps. At this time, the further they walked, they were one step closer to the stone platform, and the pressure they received doubled, and there seemed to be a layer of invisible resistance to stop them.

boom!

A martial artist of the Ji family stepped on the stone steps with one foot, but the other foot had not yet landed, and there was a sudden explosion, turning his body into dust.

Ji Changkong did not look back, his expression did not change at all, holding a lower-level spirit stone in his hand, he continued to walk forward step by step.

Getting closer to the stone platform, the pressure on everyone became more terrifying, as if there was a hill pressing on their shoulders. When the footsteps collapsed, the stone steps resembled a bottomless pit, sucking out more than half of the spiritual energy in everyone.

boom! boom! boom! boom!

There were also a few Wu Zuns of various families who could not bear the pressure and exploded. For a while, they were panicked and fearful that they would be the next one to die.

The saint stopped!

A towering stone tablet appeared in front of Ji Changkong. Four characters of vicissitudes were written on the stone tablet. An endless coercion radiated from the stone tablet.

Ji Changkong sneered, the long sword in his hand flew, several sword auras hit the stone tablet, cracks appeared on the stone tablet, and then broken into countless stone chips.

Looking up at the stone platform in front, there are already only ten steps to go up, Ji Changkong gave a soft drink, and a figure emerged from his body.

Standing on the stone steps in front of him, a figure was drilled out of the figure in front of him again, moving towards a higher stone step. After repeating this ten times, Ji Changkong’s figure finally reached the pinnacle of Shitai.

Ji Changkong took a deep breath, and the nine clones behind him overlapped his body like a phantom. Above the pinnacle of the stone platform is a wide platform, in the center of which is parked a golden sacred coffin.

A faint aura of awe-inspiration radiated from the top of the coffin, Ji Changkong couldn’t help himself, and a faint smile appeared on his face. After a lot of effort, after nine deaths, he finally came here.

The golden sacred coffin was one person tall, and Ji Changkong took a relaxed step and walked over it slowly. At this moment, a figure walked out from the opposite side of the Holy Coffin, and Ji Changkong was taken aback by surprise, and he stepped back several steps.

“Brother Changkong, it’s been a long time.” Chu Chaoyun walked out from behind the coffin, looked at Ji Changkong and smiled lightly.

Ji Changkong had no expression on his face, his expression was extremely serious, and his heart was shocked. He didn’t expect to meet Chu Chaoyun here. It was so surprising.

Bang bang bang!

Hua Yunfei, Duanmuqing and Guiyihou walked up with several Wu Zuns one after another, and looked at Chu Chaoyun on the opposite side with a little surprise in their hearts.

Chu Chaoyun faintly said, “Don’t look at me like that. I just arrived. This golden coffin has not been opened yet.” After he said that, he made a gesture of inviting him and stepped back.

Ji Changkong cast a look at the three of Duanmuqing, and the three of them would slowly walk to Chu Chaoyun and block him outside. Chu Chaoyun smiled lightly and ignored them.

boom!

Ji Changkong slapped the lid of the golden coffin with a fierce palm, and a long and crisp chant came out.

The corner of the coffin lid was opened, but Ji Changkong looked at his palm in a bit of amazement, and then said to the people around him: “Look, can you still use your vitality.”

Others were stunned when they heard the words, and then hurriedly experimented, and found that the martial spirit in the pubic area seemed to be imprisoned.

“What’s going on?” everyone said in extreme surprise.

Chu Chaoyun smiled faintly, separated the crowd and said, “Let’s take a look at what’s in this coffin first.”

After hearing the words, everyone put aside their doubts and walked into the coffin. Everyone was curious about which saint would lie in the coffin.

In the golden holy coffin, a stalwart man in a purple imperial robe lay quietly on the coffin, with his hands on his chest, holding a long sword.

Ji Changkong said in surprise: “Isn’t this the last emperor of the Tianwu Dynasty? How could he lie here?”

Guiyihou and others were shocked, all the way they came here showed that this is a saint ruins. The martial arts obtained from the black coffins in the underground palace can prove that there are countless murals on the palace walls, all in the style of ancient times.

Ten thousand years after the end of the ancient period, the Tianwu dynasty began to slowly rise. The last Tianwu dynasty’s great emperor died only a few thousand years ago. How could it be related to the saint 20,000 years ago?

Puff!

The man wearing the purple imperial robe in the sacred coffin suddenly opened his eyes, and a little purple light appeared in his eyes. A martial artist who looked at him was burned to ashes before he could react.