"Damn it, I don't believe that a bunch of ghosts can be so strong. Everyone, get out of my way." Fatso's stubbornness suddenly flared up. He pushed the crowd aside and walked towards the stone wall.
"Heavenly Stab!"
Kim Tae-ho opened the golden folding fan in his hand and a golden figure of a scholar appeared behind him. A righteous aura instantly spread out.
"This is also the aura of a Sage. An ancient Sage Weapon. This Fatso actually has a Sage Weapon as well."
"However, the Daoist Rhyme in it doesn't seem to be complete. His Sage Weapon is incomplete."
"Even if it is incomplete, it is still very powerful. It should be able to compete with the ancient Sages."
"Boom! Boom! "
The instant the righteous aura spread out, the Sages on the wall seemed to come alive. A small world materialized. The crowd realized that the scenery around them had changed. It was like they were in the world of a painting.
The Sages in the painting all appeared around the crowd. Their overwhelming aura caused the crowd to kneel down. It was difficult for them to even speak.
Someone said in fear, "Are the Sages alive?"
The Blue Dragon Martial Spirit in Xiao Chen's body surged. A vast aura was emitted from his body. Xiao Chen stood with his hands behind his back and closed his eyes, comprehending the Daoist Rhyme in this world.
The surrounding figures disappeared before Xiao Chen's eyes. A vast and desolate land appeared in his vision. There were countless black figures standing on the ground. These figures were all emitting a black aura.
There were also countless humanoid creatures standing in the sky. They covered the sky and covered the sun. It was like the end of the world. Even further in the sky, there were 18 Blue Dragons swimming in the sky. Their roars resounded throughout the world.
In the middle of the Blue Dragons was a man holding a saber. The instant he appeared, the boundless aura dispersed. Even the 18 Blue Dragons trembled.
This scene flashed by. Before Xiao Chen could see the person's appearance clearly, the scene disappeared. His vision returned to the small world.
In the small world, the Sage sitting on the ground suddenly opened his eyes. His eyes were filled with primal chaos. It was as if the heavens and earth had opened up, manifesting a boundless might.
Fatso proudly stood there. The eyes of the figure behind him turned into a golden light as it fearlessly stared at Fatso. A loud explosion sounded out in the sky.
Everyone felt dazed, and the scene before them returned to reality. When they looked at the wall, they were horrified to discover that the murals of the Sages comprehending the Dao had all disappeared.
What was even more bizarre was that Fatso appeared on the wall with a golden folding fan in his hand and a sinister smile on his face. Behind him, a golden figure stood behind him as if it was protecting him.
"Am I seeing things? Why does the person on the wall look exactly like Fatso?"
"Damn it, there's no justice in this world. Even a saint has been beaten to the point where not even a single strand of hair is left."
"How monstrous! How monstrous is he? To think that even a saint cannot deal with him."
Fatso was somewhat at a loss. He looked at the portrait on the wall, not knowing what was going on. Is this really me, the Fat Lord?
Xiao Chen slowly walked over and smiled, "Stop doubting it. Aside from you, who else in this world can be this flirtatious? Just by looking at this smile, I know that it is not fake. "
Su Xiaoxiao slowly walked over and smiled gently, "There's no need to worry. The ancient Holy Weapon in your hand is likely a King Weapon. When an even stronger Sage appears, it is normal for it to erase the other auras.
"Furthermore, the Dao of these people were all absorbed by the Holy Weapon in your hand. This damaged King Weapon should be able to reappear in the world one day."
Fatso felt the golden folding fan in his hand. After a while, he looked at the portrait on the wall and laughed loudly, "This painting is pretty good. The elegance of this Fat Lord is completely revealed. Isn't that right, Brother Xiao?"
After that, Xiao Chen muttered, "If I could draw Miss Xiaoxiao and Princess Ying Yue at the side, it would be perfect."
"Bang!"
Black lines appeared on Su Xiaoxiao's face. She ruthlessly smashed the heavy zither on Fatso's head. Fatso quickly explained, "Miss Xiaoxiao, please calm down. This is just this Fat Brother's grand dream. I do not have any intention of blaspheming it."
The more he explained, the more infuriated Su Xiaoxiao. Fatso quickly moved to the side. When the people at the side heard that the folding fan in Fatso's hand was actually a King Weapon, they all revealed greedy gazes.
When Fatso saw the situation, he said angrily, "What are you looking at? If you keep looking, do you believe that this Fat Lord will skin you alive?"
"Quickly, let's go. Fatso is going to pluck me again. Damn pervert." When the crowd thought of Fatso's fame and heard the threat in his words, they all dispelled their greed for the King Weapon and scattered.
When Fatso heard this, he was so angry that he trembled. He shouted, "Who said that? Stop right there! If you have the guts, don't run! Damn it! This Fat Lord is not that kind of person!"
Xiao Chen held back his laughter and patted Fatso's shoulder, "Stop shouting, they are all scared off by you. Let's go!"
"I am not that kind of person! Xiao Chen, you have to believe me!" Fatso explained loudly.
"It's fine, this brother understands you. Those people are not intelligent enough, they cannot understand you."
"I …"
The three of them continued walking forward. They discovered that although there were many cultivators who left the underground palace, there were even more cultivators who chose to stay. Not long after, they ran into the Duanmu Clan's people.
The Duanmu Clan was a very special clan. Their clan's inherited Martial Spirit would only appear on women. Thus, in their clan, the men were inferior to the women. Every generation of the clan head was female. It was unique in the Great Qin Nation and even in the entire continent.
It was as the cultivator from earlier said, the Duanmu Clan's Martial Saints were fighting with a figure emitting a corpse Qi. A cold wind blew in the air of the battle and the temperature was extremely cold.
The surrounding cultivators stood far away, but they could feel the cold wind blowing. The cold entered their bodies and they all circulated their Essence to resist it.
This battle was already nearing its end. The moment Xiao Chen arrived, he saw the black figure fall. The surrounding Duanmu Clan's female Martial Saints placed ice on the corpse.
After a while, the ice shattered, revealing a purple skeleton and a set of golden Battle Armor flickering with a bright yellow light.
"This is the corpse of an ancient Martial Monarch. Even the skeleton has turned purple. He is just a step away from becoming a Martial Sage!"
"That Battle Armor is also an ancient item. Its defense must be very shocking. Although the Duanmu Clan lost two Martial Saints this time, it was definitely worth it."
Duanmuqing walked over and placed the purple skeleton and the golden Battle Armor into his Spatial Ring. After that, he led the Duanmu Clan's people to a coffin at the side expressionlessly.
Duanmuqing picked up a yellowed book from the black coffin. He patted the dust off it and gently flipped through it. When the book opened, it gave off a faint glow.
Countless golden words flew out from the book. They were densely packed together like scriptures. Unfortunately, they were all ancient words. The people present could not understand them. However, the fluctuations of the Dao on the book let them know that this was not an ordinary item.
"The Duanmu Clan has earned big this time. They actually obtained an ancient Martial Technique. However, I wonder what kind of Martial Technique it is."
"Regardless of what kind of Martial Technique it is, a Martial Technique that an ancient Martial Monarch brought into the coffin is definitely not something that can be found on the streets."
"These are ancient words. Unexpectedly, I can't understand a single word. I'm going to faint."
Xiao Chen's heart skipped a beat. The ancient words floating in the air were actually the traditional Chinese characters of Earth. He quickly took a closer look and imprinted all the words floating in the air into his mind.
Duanmuqing looked at the ancient words in the air and frowned slightly. He muttered to himself, They are actually all ancient words. I wonder if the seniors in the clan can translate them completely.
"Hu!"
Just as Duanmuqing was about to place the ancient Martial Technique into his Spatial Ring, a blue-clothed Martial Saint hidden in the crowd suddenly leaped up and pounced at Duanmuqing.
The blue-clothed Martial Saint grasped the timing very well. He did not make his move when Duanmuqing obtained the ancient Martial Technique, nor did he make his move in the middle. Instead, he made his move when Duanmuqing was about to place the ancient Martial Technique into the Spatial Ring.
At this moment, the Duanmu Clan had already relaxed. Duanmuqing took out the ancient Martial Technique and looked through it for a long time. Aside from wanting to take a look at it, he also had another motive. He wanted to lure out some people with ill intentions.
Originally, Xiao Chen thought that no one would dare to snatch it. Who knew, at the last moment, a peak Martial Saint would suddenly appear and try to snatch it.
The speed of the blue-clothed Martial Saint was very fast. In an instant, he arrived before Duanmuqing. He snatched the ancient Martial Technique manual from her hands and dashed forward.
The surrounding cultivators all cried out in surprise. They did not expect that there would be someone who would dare to target the Duanmu Clan. Although the Duanmu Clan had lost two Martial Saints, they still had six Martial Saints and ten Martial Grand Masters. They were not a force that a single person could deal with.
Duanmuqing was stunned for a moment before her pretty face turned cold. The surrounding temperature suddenly dropped by more than a hundred degrees. A boundless cold Qi pervaded the air and the speed of the Martial Saint instantly slowed down.
The six Martial Saints behind her also reacted. They shouted and six huge icicles rose from the ground, forming a cage and trapping the blue-clothed Martial Saint.
"Break!"
The blue-clothed Martial Saint shouted loudly and a Qi was emitted from his body. The six icicles immediately shattered into countless ice shards and the blue-clothed man broke free.
However, before he could relax, another six icicles rose from the ground the moment he took a step out, trapping him in place once again.
"Break!" The blue-clothed Martial Saint shouted loudly and his Qi exploded out once again. The cage shattered and he broke free.
"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! "
Every time the blue-clothed Martial Saint took a step, he would be immediately sealed in ice. Then, he would exert his strength to shatter the icicles. However, doing so exhausted a lot of Essence. In the end, the time it took for him to break the icicles grew longer and longer.
Initially, he only needed an instant to break the icicles. Now, he needed to take a few deep breaths before he could barely break the icicles. His forehead was covered in sweat; it was obvious that his Essence had been exhausted to its limit.
Xiao Chen extended out his Spiritual Sense and saw that the six Martial Saints behind Duanmuqing had actually formed an invisible line of ice under their feet. There was a crystalline light flowing on the line, forming a strange formation.
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