Half a day later, Jiang Chen woke up from his cultivation. When he heard Xue Liang's words, he was extremely shocked. The General Execution Platform flew away by itself. This was too strange. Even Xue Liang, who was in control of the General Execution Platform, could not do anything about it. However, there was no turning back now. Not only Jiang Chen, Xue Liang was also curious about the Nine Regions Ancient Emperor.
"Since the General Execution Platform has flown away by itself, let's go in and have a look."
Although Xue Liang was unwilling, he could not change the current situation.
"Alright."
Jiang Chen said. The four of them quickly went through the blood-red stone door. The huge blood-red door gave off a chilling aura.
"It's Xuanyuan Canglan!"
Xue Liang recognized Xuanyuan Canglan at first glance and was shocked.
"Why is he here?"
"That guy is everywhere. Compared to before, his strength is much stronger. If I hadn't seized the opportunity to enter the General Execution Platform, I'm afraid I wouldn't have been his match. "
Jiang Chen shook his head and said. However, if they were to fight again, Jiang Chen would be fearless!
"Looks like the tomb of the Nine Regions Ancient Emperor is getting more and more lively."
Xue Liang said faintly. His eyes narrowed slightly. Xuanyuan Canglan's participation had made this battle more difficult.
"That's an altar?"
Jiang Chen's gaze fell on the black square altar. There were eight of them in the shape of the Eight Trigrams. Each altar was surrounded and protected by a blood-red silhouette with a broken sword in his hand. He was sitting on the altar with his long hair fluttering in the wind. It was a strange scene.
His silhouette was like a huge mountain, filled with a vigorous feeling, giving off a heavy pressure. His aura was completely above all things. That kind of attitude of looking up and sweeping through the world, even though he was just sitting there, was enough to make people yearn for it. Even Lan Luo and Xuanyuan Canglan fell into deep thought. They looked at the blood-red silhouette silently.
"The Ancient Emperor of Jiuzhou?"
Bing Yun exclaimed. Her expression became extremely solemn. At this moment, everyone looked at Bing Yun, including Lan Luo and Xuanyuan Canglan. They waved their hands and saw Jiang Chen and the others standing at the entrance.
"You're saying that he's the ancient emperor of the Nine States?"
Jiang Chen and the rest took a deep breath and their expressions became more and more solemn. Was that silhouette really the ancient emperor of Jiuzhou?
Following Bing Yun's exclamation, everyone silently stared at the back of the seated figure. It was as though he was one with the heavens and earth. Even the sudden appearance of the broken sword gave people the feeling that it was one with the heavens and earth. However, Jiang Chen kept having the feeling that he had seen that sword somewhere before, but he wasn't sure.
That silhouette was thought-provoking. It even made people fall into a state of confusion. The man who was in the middle of the Eight Trigrams Altar was the center of the altar. He sat there as though he was looking at something. It also seemed like he had a kind of determination to face death calmly. It was thought-provoking.
Especially that sword. When Jiang Chen walked in, the Heavenly Dragon Sword in his hand began to tremble continuously. It was a sense of crisis, a kind of resonance!
Jiang Chen was extremely cautious. To be able to resonate with his Heavenly Dragon Sword, how terrifying would that divine weapon be? The Craftsman God had sealed his Heavenly Dragon Sword, but it still reached the level of a Primal Origin Treasure. Even he could not create a Primal Origin Treasure. Even the Emperor Realm experts were shocked. Today, it was the first time that Jiang Chen had seen such a terrifying divine weapon.
Even the broken Eastern Emperor Bell only caused the Heavenly Dragon Sword to tremble slightly. On that broken sword, a terrifying evil aura caused Jiang Chen and the rest's expression to change. It was a kind of arrogance and overbearingness. A bloodthirsty sword intent was emitted from the inside out, suffocating everyone.
That silhouette and that short sword attracted everyone's attention.
The silhouette was like a mountain, the spine was like a hook, and the Eight Trigrams Altar was growing and multiplying endlessly. However, that person did not have a trace of vitality. All of his vitality was on that incomparably terrifying broken sword.
When Bing Yun shouted out the name of Jiuzhou Ancient Emperor, everyone knew that person must be the Jiuzhou Ancient Emperor!
"I didn't expect you to still be alive. This is interesting."
Xuanyuan Canglan said Leng Leng while looking at Jiang Chen.
"You're really haunting me. This time, I will not let you leave so easily."
Xue Liang said.
"Really? Then let's see if you have the capability. If not, then all of you shall be buried together with the Great Emperor of Northern Liang. "
Xuanyuan Canglan glanced at Xue Liang. Even though Xue Liang's strength was on par with him, Xue Liang seemed to be weaker than Jiang Chen. This time, Xuanyuan Canglan would take care of Xue Liang.
"Your arrogance is very annoying."
Xue Liang and Xuanyuan Canglan were also opposing each other. After all, both of them were no longer the monarchs of yesterday. When they meet again, there would definitely be a more terrifying battle.
"Unfortunately, the sword is broken."
Lan Luo's eyes were filled with disappointment. Obviously, she came for the broken sword. Although the sword was still there, it was no longer as glorious as before.
"Even if it's a broken sword, I will not give up."
Xuanyuan Canglan squinted his eyes and flew up. Previously, he and Lan Luo had to break through layers of obstacles to get close to the altar. However, the altar and the forbidden formation gave them a headache, causing them to fall into a predicament.
"The day the broken sword is reforged, the day the knight returns … … Even though the sword is broken, it doesn't mean that it can't be reforged … …"
Xue Liang murmured. This scene felt familiar to Xue Liang. In the past, his Golden Saint Sword was crushed and devoured. He swore that if the broken sword is reforged, it would be the day the knight returns.
At the same time, in Linhe Boundary, in the Forgotten Sword Tomb, countless broken swords were trembling and buzzing, as if they were awakened. The Forgotten Sword Tomb, which had been silent for millions of years, had countless divine weapons intertwining with each other. The broken swords danced in the sky, millions of broken swords.
The broken swords were like broken souls, colliding with each other. The sound of metal colliding was ear-piercing.
A grey-robed old man who had been guarding the Ancient Sword Tomb for countless years suddenly stood up from the old chair made of ancient vines. He suddenly opened his eyes, and there was a hint of excitement in his eyes. It was as if he could not control his emotions.
"It's been ninety-nine million nine hundred and ninety thousand years. Master, are you really coming back?"
The old man's eyes were filled with tears, his heart was filled with excitement. The supreme Heavenly Venerate of Northern Liang was finally coming back!
"It's not that easy to take back the broken sword."
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