Great Emperor Myriad

Ling Xiao looked up and saw the clouds above the huge mountain peaks, the sky was dim, but there was a corner of a quaint palace faintly, exuding a trace of holy breath.

"That is?"

Ling Xiao's eyes flickered, and from that old palace, he felt the waves of strange black mist.

"This mustard array method actually enveloped such a large space. It seems that it is not just simply hiding the ancient peach trees. Perhaps the biggest purpose is because of this mountain!"

There was a dignified color in Ling Xiao's eyes.

He took his steps, stepped on the hard rock, and walked towards the ancient palace.

The clouds were foggy, the surroundings were invisible and there was no fluctuation of life, as if it had become a dead silence, only the ancient palace, the closer it came, the more it felt, a mysterious breath permeated.

Holy and evil, light and dark, the ancient palace felt very strange to Ling Xiao.

There are more and more corpses around. Broken weapons and broken rocks still leave traces of war.

Years have washed everything, but it is impossible to hide the past.

Ling Xiao saw a dragon-shaped war sword, still with a cold sword intention and murderous permeation, but the blade body was already rotten. This should be a powerful Tao weapon, but at this moment it completely lost its previous power.

Ling Xiao also saw a white corpse with hard bones and a faint luster. There was a black horn on his abdomen, which pierced his body, cracked his eyebrows, and the spirit dissipated.

Such a hard bone, at least the strong in the realm of the emperor, can stay.

Ling Xiao was sad, thinking of those weird black mists, looking at the traces of the war around him, and imagining how tragic the battle was 10,000 years ago.

Those weird black mists are very difficult even if they want to refine the sky. If it weren't for Ling Xiao's wordless books, it would happen to restrain the weird dark mists.

Ten thousand years ago, those strange creatures came and launched a catastrophe, wreaking havoc across the Eight Wastelands, and sweeping the Eight Wastelands and Liuhe. The Longevity Gate of Megatron was destroyed.

Jin Se...Where is she? Has she survived?

A trace of sigh appeared in Ling Xiao's eyes. In these eight wilderness mysteries, shrouded in layers of mist, Ling Xiao couldn't help but want to explore.

The eight ancient nations at that time were the dependent nations of the Changshengmen, and were closely related to the Changshengmen. Maybe you can really find the news of Jinse?

Ling Xiao's footsteps became heavy.

After passing the heavy bones, Ling Xiao walked slowly to the top of the mountain. There was a quaint palace. Although it looked a bit broken, it was well preserved.

Outside the palace, there were corpses everywhere, and there were incense burners, devil's pestle, rosary beads, and wooden fish, but most of them were broken, and without any treasure, they also became scrap copper and iron.

boom!

Ling Xiao kicked a huge copper plaque, and Ling Xiao blown away the dust above, revealing four ancient characters.

Great Hall!

"The Great Hall of Buddha Gate? There is no Buddha Gate in the Eight Wastelands. How can there be a plaque here?"

Ling Xiao's eyes flickered, slightly puzzled.

Ten thousand years ago, the Eight Wastelands was the territory of the Changshengmen Gate, and there was no trace of the Buddha Gate, but above this mountain, the plaque of the Great Hall of the Great Hall appeared, which surprised Ling Xiao.

Finally, Ling Xiao's eyes fell on the palace.

The two stone doors closed tightly, and a faint mysterious wave came from it.

Ling Xiao walked slowly towards the palace, standing in front of the huge stone door, palms were placed on the stone door, the tentacles were cold and bitter, and there was a chill chilling through the soul.

"open!"

Ling Xiao's eyes flashed, his unparalleled power exploded, and the two stone doors were pushed away by him instantly.

In an instant, a strange black mist surging out, like a big mouth of blood basin, wanted to swallow Ling Xiao.

Ling Xiao had been prepared for a long time, and there was a hint of coldness in his eyes. The wordless book in the sea suddenly shivered slightly, and a mysterious light rolled out in his brow, directly swallowing all the strange black mist.

Inside the palace, there is an eight-potato lotus merit pool, showing a refined image, filled with a faint light of Buddha, and also has a strange black air.

In the center of the merit pool, an ancient monk wearing a cassock and ten incense scars on his head exuded a mysterious atmosphere.

The ancient monk looked lifelike, with low eyebrows and eyes, a face of compassion, and his whole body exuded a clear and pure, compassionate attitude.

But the strange thing is that half of his body exudes golden light, half exudes black light, with the eyebrow as the dividing line, half of the Buddha's light, half of the magical energy, and the divine and evil temperaments are intertwined, which looks extraordinarily evil.

And those black lights are a strange black mist.

"How could there be an ancient monk here?"

Ling Xiao's eyes flickered and walked slowly towards the merit pool.

This eight-treasure lotus merit pool has a refined shape. There are a total of eight petals. Each petal has an ancient rune. There is a silk thread between each other. Finally, it slowly interweaves and suppresses the most central one. The ancient monk.

Except for this eight-treasure lotus merit pool, the whole palace is very empty, but there is a mysterious flow of vitality.

And when Ling Xiao saw the runes on the eight petals~www.wuxiaspot.com~, she suddenly showed a very excited look in her eyes.

"Bahuang Town Demon Formation?! This is Jin Se... It is Jin Se's handwriting, it turns out that Jin Se has really been here!"

There was a tremendous wave in Ling Xiao's heart, and Gu Jing's unwavering state of mind suddenly fell behind, and the whole body shivered with excitement.

The Great Array of Eight Waste Town Demons was the formation that Ling Xiao passed to Jinse. When Ling Xiao became the world's first supreme, the power of Yin and Yang and Fenglei Volcano in the world and the power of the law of heaven and earth formed a form The Supreme Divine Array has the supreme power of killing the Supreme and killing the Devil and destroying the Devil. Under the world, except Ling Xiao, only Jin Se can be laid down alone.

However, Ling Xiao had not yet had time to test the power of the Eight Demon Town Demons, and he was already dead in Chilong's secret realm.

Ling Xiao did not expect that he would be here, and saw the Eight Demon Town Demons.

The Eight Treasure Lotus Merit Pool in front of him is actually formed by the power of the earth's veins and the power of the law of heaven and earth, and the ancient monk in front of him has become the eyes of the great formation of the Eight Demon Towns, let Ling Xiao Very shocked.

It seems that this ancient monk must have been a peerless powerhouse before his death. Otherwise, he would not be qualified to serve as the battlefield of the Eight Demon Town Demons.

Ling Xiao carefully inspected this large array, and found that it was indeed integrated with the heaven and earth rules of the entire Eight Wastelands, and contained a strong seal power.

However, to Ling Xiao was a little surprised that the ancient monk in front of him had no vitality, but why would he be contaminated with those strange black gases?

"Can it be the strange creatures suppressed in the underground ocean under this mountain?"

Ling Xiao suddenly thought of a possibility, a dignified look in his eyes.