The peerless Tang Sect was empty, giving people a feeling that it was boundless, as if they were in the middle of the universe. However, walking in the Magi Palace, they could clearly feel the ice-cold flagstone under their feet, as well as their own heartbeats, breaths, and the sound of their footsteps. For more exciting novels, please go.
It was pitch black in all directions. Even if Xuanyuan used the Eye of Truth, he could only see within a radius of ten feet. The stone slab under his feet was simple and unadorned. It was carved with ancient patterns and totems. Each of the totems represented a story that was difficult to understand over the years.
For example, there was a blue bird flying towards the sea with a stone in its mouth, or a giant wandering in the starry universe, chasing after a golden three-legged divine bird, or a human king standing in the middle of a raging flood, cautiously looking at a picture in his hands …
All kinds of stories touched Xuanyuan's heart. He calmed down and carefully felt it. Although it was only for a moment, it still gave Xuanyuan a lot of inspiration.
The aura around him was not as terrifying as he had imagined, but instead had a kind of gentleness, mysteriousness and depth.
Pan Gu stood beside Xuanyuan. He stopped and bowed, "Elders, Xuanyuan is back."
"Yes, he didn't go back the way he came. He came back through another channel. Amazing, just a supreme Sky Immortal. This is beyond everyone's expectations." A woman's voice was heard. It was soft and floated in the air. Obviously, everyone thought that Xuanyuan would not come back.
Xuanyuan smiled and bowed, "Thank you, elders of the Wu Tribe, for showing mercy that day. Fortunately, I saved him, otherwise, I'm afraid I would regret it for the rest of my life."
"What kind of world did you go to that day?" No one knew where that door led to. Back then, a group of powerful Wu Tribe members entered but never came back. This was one of the reasons why they thought Xuanyuan might not come back. A Wu Tribe elder asked Xuanyuan.
"I don't know if this door leads to other worlds. The one I went to was called Southern Hell, it used to be part of the Central Divine Land." Xuanyuan said.
"Oh? What happened there? Can you tell us? " A Wu Tribe elder asked. Southern Hell was no stranger to them. Back then, the Wu Tribe was the leader of the ten thousand ancient races. They had the most detailed records. This was a great race that led the ten thousand races to fight against the fiendish gods, a great race that won the respect of the ten thousand races.
Xuanyuan nodded. He didn't hide anything and said, "On that day, I arrived at the Nanyan Province."
Xuanyuan told them what he had seen and heard in a concise manner. The Sorcerer Tribe could not help but sigh in their hearts, especially when they heard about the dangers that Xuanyuan had encountered on his way back. Even they might not have been able to escape unscathed.
"So that's how it is. To be able to pass through a cosmic disaster like the Meteor Shower, it's really amazing." The woman's voice was heard again. She was very surprised.
"It's just luck. This Meteor Shower came very strangely, and then …" Xuanyuan described the scene that day, "So I suspect that it was a battle between higher planes that broke through their world into the void universe."
"It's very possible." Many elders of the Wu Tribe also pondered. Perhaps Xuanyuan did not know what this meant, but they knew very well in their hearts. It was just that as the older generation, they did not want Xuanyuan to have too much psychological burden. Some things should be borne by them, not by Xuanyuan. The Blue Dragon Holy Land had done enough.
The appearance of the 'Meteor Shower', the result of a plane being pierced through, meant that terrifying characters might descend upon this plane. The leader's strength would at least be at the level of an Ancient Sage or Primeval Great Emperor.
According to what Xuanyuan said, the place where the Meteor Shower landed was not far from the Central Divine Region. To these people, it was just a short journey of a few days. This world was really going to change, and it was going to change drastically. They were deeply worried.
"It's great that you're able to return safely. Is there anything you need from us this time?" asked an elder of the Sorcerer Tribe.
Xuanyuan nodded. Pan Gu, who was beside him, said to Xuanyuan, "Take it out and let them have a look."
On the way, Pan Gu asked Xuanyuan to keep the Heaven's Execution first. After keeping them in suspense, Xuanyuan took out the Heaven's Execution.
Suddenly, from the Heaven's Execution, a violent battle intent spread out in all directions. At the same time, an elder of the Wu Tribe resonated with it. This was a kind of resonance between the auras of the same tribe.
The two surging forces collided together, creating a happy fusion.
But from the beginning to the end, the Heaven's Execution did not leave Xuanyuan's hand. It was more of an instinctive reaction of returning home and seeing one's family. It was a kind of joy. The weapon spirit had not awakened, it was just an instinctive expression.
"I didn't expect it to be a minor descendant of the Xingtian Tribe. After Wu Yi's death, the minor descendant disappeared. Now that it can see the light of day again and fall into your hands, it shows that you are fated with the Wu Tribe. Hahaha, a Xingtian Tribe Shaman sighed. The minor descendant's appearance could be considered as an additional strength for the great changes in the future.
"Since this is the treasure of the Wu Tribe, I should return it. Please take it back." Xuanyuan said solemnly. "Haha, so you are here to return it.
"Haha, so you're here to return this item. That's fine, it's enough for you to think this way. This shows your respect for the Shaman Tribe. Since the little Qi is willing to stay by your side, you can take it with you. Since you're here, I can't let you leave empty-handed. The secret techniques of the Shaman Tribe are never taught to outsiders. But since the little Qi doesn't want to leave you, it means that you've gained its approval. You're also a child of the Shaman Tribe. Although your bloodline is different, your will is the same." The Xingtian Tribe Elder laughed. Instantly, a ray of blood-red light entered Xuanyuan's body. Xuanyuan's body could not help but tremble. Then, he said solemnly, "This is the supreme secret technique of the Xingtian Tribe.
"This is the supreme secret art of our Xingtian Clan. It's not any weaker than the nine great ancient arts of the human race. It's called the [Punishment Battle]. Go and experience it yourself. Furthermore, once you've comprehended the [Punishment Battle], it won't just be what you see now."
Xuanyuan felt the ancient inscriptions pulsating in his sea of consciousness. He calmed himself down and tried to understand the meaning behind each ancient inscription. He did not want to let go of such an opportunity. It was a chance for him to learn from the terrifying Wu Tribe.
He immediately asked the Greedy Old Man to cast the 'Devouring Time' to wrap himself in it. He carefully tried to understand the meaning behind each inscription.
Xuanyuan didn't understand the language of the Wu Tribe, but he could feel that every stroke and stroke of the Xing Zhan contained the will of the Wu Tribe. It was the essence of the Xing Zhan Scripture, the essence of the Wu Tribe.
Feeling the beating of the inscriptions, they were like the stars, the sun, the moon, the earth, the mountains, the rivers, the birds, the beasts, the fish, the insects, the four seasons and so on. Xuanyuan's heart was moved. Fortunately, the cultivation of the 'Great Ancient Technique' had laid a very solid foundation for Xuanyuan. Therefore, by understanding the meaning behind the inscriptions, it made it much easier for Xuanyuan to comprehend the 'Punishment Battle'. Gradually, he began to get the hang of it.
Almost at this moment, Xuanyuan felt a supreme majesty.
A bare-chested giant held a giant axe in one hand and a giant shield in the other. His body was engraved with the totem of the Wu Tribe. His battle intent soared to the sky as he faced countless celestial soldiers. This kind of pressure made Xuanyuan feel as if his will was about to be torn apart. It was difficult to resist, but he did not want to surrender.
This giant attacked with a giant axe and led by a giant shield. With the strength of a single person, he fought against 100,000 celestial soldiers.
Blood splattered in the sky. Countless celestial soldiers could not withstand the power of his axe. The light of the axe filled the entire world, and all the attacks were blocked by the giant shield.
Suddenly, among the celestial soldiers, a Martial Emperor suddenly made a move. Caught off guard, the giant's head was chopped off and fell from the sky. He wanted to retrieve his head, but he saw a mountain suddenly shatter and condense again, burying his head and sending it to the depths of the earth, suppressing it for eternity and expelling it to the outer region.
The Martial Emperor who was surrounded by celestial soldiers thought that the giant would panic, but he did not expect that the giant's battle intent would not waver. With his eyes as his eyes and his navel as his mouth, he roared angrily. With his powerful arms, he swung his axe and charged forward.
Countless celestial soldiers were torn apart, and the Martial Emperor also came out to fight with him. Their battle caused the sky to collapse and the earth to crack, but the giant was still unyielding. Day after day, year after year, the giant fought for ten years. The more the giant fought, the more valiant he became. In the end, the Martial Emperor was terrified, and he retreated with his defeated soldiers. The giant was still waving his axe and shield in high spirits.
In the end, he came to the mountain where his head was buried, and he did not move. Such a valiant god of war had fallen just like that.
In this battle, it was hard to tell who won and who lost. One had his head chopped off, and in the end, he turned into a god of war, indomitable and unyielding. The other had won, but at the last moment, he retreated and let himself die.
Xuanyuan sighed. This unyielding battle intent turned into a kind of will, fused with his spirit, and was imprinted in his blood. Gradually, Xuanyuan also began to understand the meaning of the words "Xing Zhan".
Xuanyuan's understanding resonated with the "Tian Xing" in his hand. From the "Tian Xing" itself, a giant shield appeared, floating in the air, protecting Xuanyuan's body. It turned into four sides and began to spin.
"Good …" Suddenly, from the Magi Palace, many elders of the Magi Tribe cheered. Wonderful Novels Remember Our Website More Peerless Tang Sect
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