The emperor in a race has reached the realm of true holy realm. He should have been a real strong man who is free and free from the eight wildernesses and traversing the nine heavens. But why did this unknown terrifying existence choose to stay in the Martial God Tower, waste his time, and finally turn into such a sea of ​​green Bodhi.

Everything in the world has life and death, and when one's cultivation reaches the realm of the true saint, one will definitely face death in the end. However, the lifespan of a strong man who achieves a holy body is almost infinite, and it is no problem to live for at least ten thousand years. As long as he doesn't want to, then few people in this world have the ability to force him to die.

That is to say, this great powerful man from the outside race chose to stay in the Wushen Tower and trapped him in this world.

The master said: "I have only heard of that powerful race and have not seen people in other races with my own eyes. Perhaps my ideas have always been wrong. Perhaps not every race from the outside world is aggressive. Perhaps this true saint master who is sitting here is a person who wants to maintain peace."

The person who is not my race will have different hearts. The war between human race and monster beasts lasts for thousands of years. Frictions of all sizes are born. In the final analysis, it is just because of different races and different positions. Most monsters regard human beings as low-level creatures, weak and despicable, while human beings only regard monsters as a resource. The strong prey on the weak is just a judgment between life and death. If the monster beast is strong, then the human race will perish. If the human race is strong, the monster should retreat to the north as it is now and dare not invade.

The master speculated that this true saint powerful man from outside the world might have wanted to seek a glimmer of hope for peace in this endless ancient world because of his own race. As for why he wanted to do this, now that people die like clouds and smoke have disappeared, the reason is no longer so important.

But when Bai Yang learned that there was such kind-hearted existence among the powerful foreign tribes, he felt a little inexplicable, perhaps surprised or relaxed. In short, when he raised his head and looked at the huge palace gate again, there was a little bit of admiration in his eyes.

As if it was sentimental, the gate as high as a hundred feet was slowly opened in an instant. Thousands of light shone out from it, sprinkling to the outside world was an extremely pure energy. The energy of heaven and earth in the air was stimulated and all jumped up at this moment, becoming more than a hundred times active.

Seeing the dazzling light, Zhu Yuanyuan felt disgusted and could not help but cover her eyes. However, the burst of energy still benefited her a lot. She couldn't help but use her ancestral skills and began to absorb this power independently. At the same time, she was also observing Bai Yang's reaction. She showed that there was no surprise on Bai Yang's face, and she seemed to be confident.

"The owner of this tomb palace is powerful and may not have been recorded in all our tribes. There must be many dangers in it. Do you really want to go in?"

Zhu saw Bai Yang walking in from afar, and couldn't help but speak out.

Bai Yang turned his head and smiled calmly: "It's time to come. Instead of looking back, it's better to go in and see what you'll get. Besides, as you said, the master here is powerful. If he wants to block the steps of outsiders, why not be guarded in that sea of ​​green Bodhi? I think he is also waiting for the arrival of a destined person."

After saying this, Bai Yang walked straight into the gate as huge as a mountain.

However, although he was extremely relaxed, he actually became alert in his heart, and his spiritual thoughts continued to expand outward, and he could understand everything that was born within a hundred feet around him. In this way, he could respond as soon as possible if something happened.

After entering the palace, a wide corridor appeared in front of the two of them. The corridors were filled with various rare treasures, and the treasures that emitted special energy were piled on the ground without any defense, as if attracting people to compete.

But Bai Yang and Zhu Yuanyuan were unmoved.

It’s not that the two of them don’t care about these things, but that they come to a strange environment. The first thing they have to do is not to touch those rare treasures, but to find out the situation around them and eliminate all dangers.

This also indirectly shows that there is still a certain understanding and trust between Bai Yang and Zhu Yuanyuan.

It has been possible to develop such a relationship in a short period of time. It has to be said that although Zhu Yuanyuan looks cruel and bloodthirsty on the outside, he is still very kind-hearted.

Bai Yang is willing to believe her, and it is precisely because of this.

"Look, what is that."

Just as the two of them walked forward one after another, only half a step away, Zhu suddenly swept a strange light from afar. Looking along with the light, she couldn't help but exclaim and grabbed Bai Yang's sleeve.

Bai Yang followed her gaze and now, at the end of the right side of the wide corridor, there was a huge creature sleeping soundly locked.

The creature had six or eight tails, and each looked different, like a legendary strange monster.

Moreover, based on the giant colors, this monster is proficient in at least six attributes attack methods, and is obviously very strong.

But it seems to be in a deep sleep now, and it is blessed with many seals and a black chain tied to its body, so it cannot leave the door protected behind it.

After Bai Yang glanced at it, he confirmed that the strange monster would not wake up, and comforted him: "It should have fallen into a deep sleep. As long as we don't approach and alarm it, it will not attack us."

Zhu also took a few glances at the farewell, and accepted this statement. As for what was hidden in the gate protected by the strange monster, she didn't dare to be curious at all.

Living in the world of Wushen Tower, she has seen all kinds of strange ancient creatures. She knows that these six monsters are definitely not good people. Zhu Yuanyuan doesn't want to take the risk of knowing that it is impossible to do something that seeks death.

After experiencing this small episode, Bai Yang and Zhu Yuanyuan also had a new understanding of the owner of the tomb, which also led to Bai Yang becoming more curious about what was there at the end of the corridor.

Soon, Zhu also found that there were more than a dozen gates in the palace from afar. Each gate had a monster or ancient creature that was obviously not easy to mess with. However, those terrifying creatures fell into a deep sleep. As long as they did not approach the gate, they seemed to be not awakened.

"Following the guardians of the doors you have walked along the way, the more you go in, the stronger the guardians of the gates are. First, there are the six evil dragons, then the world-burning flame species, and the ancient demon-entreated life. The most powerful one has the cultivation level of the Tianyuan Realm. This kind of move should be based on the strength of the guardian, and the things behind the gate are more precious." The master saw the trick here, and his voice was full of admiration for the saint.

Being able to leave so many powerful creatures here to guard the tomb, the strong man in the True Saint realm can obviously be extraordinary.

However, when Bai Yang walked to the end of the corridor and saw the last black door full of strange words, the surrounding empty space made him a little puzzled, because it was obviously the last door, but why was there no guardian in front of the door?

"The statue looks a bit strange, as if looking at me." Zhu stared at a stone sculpture in front of the black gate from afar, and suddenly felt a little palpitation.

Bai Yang also noticed the stone sculpture, but when his divine thoughts swept over, the stone sculpture showed no signs of life, let alone the earth-shaking pressure like the guardians before.

"Is this the last guardian? A lifeless stone sculpture?"

The master said: "Don't take it lightly. When the strength reaches the realm of Martial Master, those powerful masters have the ability to hide their breath. When they reach the realm of True Saint, this ability is enough to turn themselves into a dead object without any signs of life, or an ordinary person who will not be exposed at all."

Hearing the Lord's words, Bai Yang's heart moved slightly, remembering the tall and strange middle-aged man in the village of the Wolf Warrior tribe, and remembering the abnormal behavior of the Lord when facing that man, everything seemed to have a reasonable explanation.

But this is not good news for him, because if this is true, it means that the stone sculpture in front of the gate is likely to be a guardian of the Martial Lord realm!

Just as this thought came to his mind, the black stone sculpture in front of the gate suddenly moved!

One piece of cracked stone after another fell off his surface, revealing the situation inside.

It was a man wearing standard armor. After countless years, the armor on his body still reflected a dazzling cold light under the light. He leaned on a heavy sword with both hands. Black stones were condensed on the heavy sword. When the gravel on his surface fell off, countless cracks appeared on the heavy sword.

As the cracks slowly spread, the man's face, which was as firm as a knife, moved. The next second, he opened his eyes.

It was a pair of eyes that ran through time and space. In the depths of his eyes, it seemed that the sun, moon and stars no longer existed, and only the depth that made people feel desperate.

He seemed to have not seen this world for too long, and had not seen a living life for too long, so that when he saw Bai Yang and Zhu far away, his expression seemed a little stunned and dull.

But soon he remembered his mission, remembered his identity and name.

"My name is Linyuan Jun, I am the God of War in the Prison Clan."

The man's voice was as harsh as the sound of gold and iron, but his murmur made the ground under his feet instantly crack, and the fine cracks quickly slid out like small snakes until they spread ten feet away before they stopped!

All creatures in the entire palace seemed to be awakened by this whisper, but no monster or ancient life dared to make a sound.

Countless fearful crys echoed in the palace. This man named Linyuan Jun had a power of just one word, which made the heaven and earth lose their voices and the sun and the moon change color!
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