"The sixth step of the mystery of Zhenwu's death is to find the whereabouts of the Great Emperor Zhenwu through the discovery of Acheron's skeleton!"
Since the Red-haired Dead King was sucked away by the Congenital Corpse of God, Meng Qi had no opponent for a while. Then he stepped into the Ancient Tomb World and saw many ancient and green tombs were either razed to the ground or buried in deep ice in the aftermath of the battle between Su Wuming and the Northern Dragon. The disciples of the Life-and-Death Fugacity Sect were either turned into ice slags or ashes. Even the most central ancient tomb turned into a broken wall, allowing people to see the scene inside at a glance.
The black iron coffin in which the Nether Emperor was hiding was opened, and a ten-feet-tall body was standing beside an ancient bronze coffin. His body was surrounded by yellow blood mist, and one could only vaguely see his robe and crown, dark skin, and fine white hair all over his body. His strong and majestic breath was unique, and complemented with the illusory yellow blood river behind him. It seemed to be able to run through layers of universes and be everywhere. It was a pity that this breath lacked a key thing, and it was not something that he could mobilize with his current strength. Otherwise, his legendary characteristics would be much stronger and more obvious than Mister Luda and Su Wuming!
Acheron's skeleton … Mengqi sighed. The serial task of Zhenwu was delayed for a long time. Finally, it was put on the table and he could continue to complete it.
Since the skeleton of Acheron was in the hands of the Life-changing Sect, the clues must be found from them!
Dragging the Fire Blade of Ling Bao, Mengqi put all his spirit and spiritual mind into the blade, using the blade as his eyes and ears.
This was the realm he reached when he was enlightened the Apertures. Later, with the improvement of his body, it became a skill. But this skill would never be outdated. With the improvement of the level of the blade in his hand, it could be used again!
With a bang, Mengqi suddenly felt that the world was different. What he saw were all kinds of special energy. The power of earth, fire, wind, water, the five elements of red, green, yellow, white and black, the power of the stars and the sun, and so on. They collided in the void and created countless dangerous areas. Even if it was only a green wind, if one was blown by it, his memory of the past would be washed away, his body would fall and his primordial spirit would decay.
This was the divine power of the Pseudo Acheron of the Congenital Corpse of God. It used its hands and feet as heavenly weapons, covered with bloody yellow mist and created cold wind. Once hit or blown by it, ordinary heavenly weapons would be washed of spirituality and Dharmakaya masters would be washed of their real spirits, as if they really fell into the ghost river of the Nine Serenities Acheron and could never escape. Its strength and speciality were better than the dragon's corpse. It was the crystallization of the wisdom of the Life-changing Sect. It.
Although it was a failed product, it was quite extraordinary.
Unfortunately, it met Mr. Lu, the strongest celestial of sword in the world and the number one on the Celestial Rankings. The sword light was divided and it was hard to sense. It formed layers of nets, which were broken and connected again and again. It kept shaking out the parts that turned into bloody yellow, so the divine power of the Pseudo Acheron of the Congenital Corpse of God could only touch a little bit. It couldn't spread out and couldn't directly hit the Single Hearted Sword and Mr. Lu.
He had the authority of the gods, but he couldn't use it. Instead, he was constantly cut by the pure sword light. Wounds gradually appeared on his body, which couldn't be healed because the sword will had penetrated into his body!
Mengqi used the Void-stamping Footwork and relied on the heavenly weapons to move forward in the aftermath of the battle between the North Pole Dragon and Su Wuming, Mr. Lu and the Congenital Corpse of God. He moved forward and approached the Nether Emperor. He was too far away to make full use of the hand bone of Acheron.
Suddenly, Mengqi saw the Nether Emperor put out the three Soul Calming Lamps on the last ancient bronze coffin with the wind of his palm and heard him whisper coldly,
"Then let's perish together!"
The inscriptions on the surface of the bronze coffin lit up and then went out one by one. The Nether Emperor took a few steps back and hid behind the coffin.
The lid of the coffin was slowly opened, revealing the ancient corpse lying inside. It didn't have the feeling of a deep and independent world, nor the appearance of the yellow river of blood, nor the solemn aura of the gods. It was like the most common corpse, just that it hadn't decayed.
It was a corpse dressed in medieval clothes, with clear facial features and closed eyes. There were a few strands of black beard under its chin, as if it was sleeping.
Suddenly, a long sigh sounded in the void,
"The heart appears through the flower, and the flower dies with the heart. The flower is here, but what is the heart?"
Strong doubts and hard thoughts appeared at the same time. In front of Mengqi, there seemed to be a scene of the ancient people looking up at the sky and thinking about the mystery of the natural way of life.
On the mountain peak, Han Guang, who was standing with his hands behind his back and his sleeves fluttering, suddenly changed his expression and whispered,
"The Heart Saint!"
The Heart Saint of the medieval saints! This was the slough of the Heart Saint!
No one knew where the Life-and-Death Fugacity Sect had dug out the corpse of the Heart Saint!
Those who were crowned with the title of "Saint" in the medieval times were at least great sages who had opened up their own way. How could such a saint who had comprehended the Great Way by himself, walked out a new way, and had his own thinking about the Great Way not be strong? Every saint was a Divine Immortal!
Even the Buddha of Moonlight who was still alive at that time, the future Buddha, Maha Bodhisattva, and mighty people of the Legendary Realm, had left comments. He said that if it wasn't for the great changes of heaven and earth, the difficulty of promotion and the decline of lifespan, all the saints could have stepped into the Legendary Realm or even higher. Among the saints, the Heart Saint was definitely one of the top few!
He was seriously injured in the battle of besieging The Conqueror and died later. After the chaos of the Devil Buddha and the changes of the mountains and rivers, no one knew where he was buried. Unexpectedly, he fell into the hands of the Life-and-Death Fugacity Sect and could not rest in peace after his death.
In the Ancient Tomb Realm, near the bronze coffin, heaven and earth seemed to become illusory and non-existent. There was nothing outside the heart. The guru of the Life-and-Death Fugacity Sect in front of the bronze coffin looked at himself disappearing bit by bit, and his eyes were blank. Then, the corpse in medieval clothes slowly sat up and opened his eyes. There seemed to be a world of all living things in his black eyes.
Being stared at by this gaze, the guru of the Life-and-Death Fugacity Sect immediately shattered like a dream and disappeared without a trace.
The Nether Emperor stood behind the corpse of the Heart Saint. The blood sea mist was much thinner and the huge and transcendent body was changing between blurred and clear. If he did not have the Heavenly Weapon Life-and-Death Pen and the bones were the remains of Acheron, he might have ended up like the guru of the same sect.
After the patriarch stole the corpse of the Heart Saint, he tried to refine it and make it his Outer-body Incarnation. But it caused a strange change. Everyone and everything in the Ancient Tomb Realm turned into illusory and shattered into pieces, except for the Real Dragon of the North Pole and the Congenital Corpse of the God. It caused a disaster that almost destroyed the whole sect. It was not until the elders and disciples who were working outside returned that they realized something was wrong. At that time, the slough of the Heart Saint had restrained all the strangeness and could be contained and suppressed.
Later, there was a time when the Life-and-Death Fugacity Sect was in danger of being destroyed. The Real Dragon of the North Pole and the Congenital Corpse of the God could not fight against the enemy. Therefore, the patriarch opened the ancient coffin of the Heart Saint. Then, both the enemies and the Congenital Corpse of the God were killed. Even the Real Dragon of the North Pole and the Congenital Corpse of the God were seriously injured.
The Nether Emperor would not dare to open the coffin unless he really had no way out.
"The Heart Saint!" Mr. Lu, Su Wuming and Mengqi all instantly recognized the identity of the ancient corpse. They felt the illusory yet real breath and the arrival of a world!
Mengqi's scalp was numb. They did not expect to encounter the slough of the saints in the Middle Ages. The tomb robbers of the Life-and-Death Fugacity Sect were too arrogant!
Perceiving their shock, the Nether Emperor snorted,
"After the Middle Ages, there were no more people with the characteristics of the Legendary Realm and no one with four trials. It is enough to drag you to death together!"
Anyway, there was still a place of inheritance in the Life-and-Death Fugacity Sect. If the later generation had the chance to enter, they could find this place with the ancient books and reopen the sect and continue the inheritance!
On the mountain peak, Han Guang who was watching from the sidelines recovered his expression and a smile appeared on his face,
"The Divine Immortal with only the corpse and the cave in the body may not be able to kill the Land Immortal with the characteristics of the Legendary Realm. With the help of Su Wuming, Lu Da may be able to fight against him. But the North Pole Dragon and the congenital corpse of god have to rely on Su Wuming to deal with them. Hey, the more chaotic the situation is, the more advantageous it is for me. The remains of Acheron are good stuff!"
Seeing the Heart Saint sitting up, Su Wuming's figure suddenly rose and hung in the air. He lifted his long sword and slashed out in an indescribable state, a sword that did not belong to this world!
The North Pole Dragon was slashed from head to tail at the same time. 1,269 parts of its huge body were slashed. Crack, crack, crack, crack. Fire and lightning flashed everywhere, spreading from the two corners to the tail.
Roar!
It let out a shrill roar. There were more than 1,000 wounds on its body. The wounds were connected and almost cut it into two pieces. Dark green dragon blood sprayed in the air.
At this time, in Su Wuming's eyes, every part of the North Pole Dragon's body was overlapping and he could slash every part with his sword.
This was the legendary characteristic attack, which had not stepped into reality. It was a sword that he mastered after a long time of seclusion!
Mr. Lu's sword light was fully unleashed, as if deducing a world of swords. It trapped the congenital corpse of god in it and freed his hands to deal with the corpse of the Heart Saint.
After hearing the Nether Emperor's words of "enough", Mengqi took a step back and waved his left sleeve. Several figures flew out. At the same time, a strange door covered with patterns also stood up.
The figures were monks in yellow frock and red kasaya. The leader was handsome but slightly melancholy. He was Meng Qi's master, Xuan Bei. As soon as they appeared, they sat down cross-legged and formed the Small Womb Formation. Some were holding glaze relics, some were holding various Buddhist treasures. Xuan Bei knocked on the wooden fish and murmured scriptures. Golden swastikas flew out and surrounded the congenital corpse of god with a sense of tranquility and death.
Ksitigarbha Transgression Script!
To deal with the Life-and-Death Fugacity Sect, how could he not find a professional? But the Life-and-Death Fugacity Sect had been passed down for tens of thousands of years and had all kinds of profound resources. How could Mengqi be careless!
On the other side, the Immortal Yunhe appeared. He glanced at the North Pole Dragon greedily and threw out the Shang Qing Immortal Talisman of Mixed Elements.
After the battle, he had returned the Plenitude Gate to Mengqi.
"This …" the Nether Emperor was stunned. How could he have so many helpers!
On the mountain peak, Han Guang's smile froze. Things did not go as he expected!
Mengqi carried his long knife and circled the Heart Saint from afar. He stared at the Nether Emperor and laughed.
"Don't you understand? A just cause enjoys abundant support, while an unjust cause finds little support! "
"I am the Way!"
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