Rebirth of the City Immortal Emperor

At this time, Feng Yuxiu had become more and more intolerant of Zhang Yi. An ordinary person, like an ant, actually dared to jump right and left in front of the strong, not looking for death and what?

Zhang Yi smiled slightly, still standing indifferent.

At this time, Feng Yuxiu was completely overwhelmed.

He instructed a disciple of Tianyong City:

"Go, break one of his legs! If you are disobedient, break another leg!"

Feng Yuxiu was still unwilling to kill Zhang Yi. He wanted to use this method to get Zhang Yi to crack the iron gate obediently.

After the Tianyong city disciple took the order, he walked towards Zhang Yi with a sullen face.

But at this moment...

A huge roar erupted from the depths of the building.

The entire hall was shaking at this time, as if a violent earthquake had occurred.

Everyone was stunned by this scene, they didn't know what happened.

However, Zhang Yi's eyes lit up and he walked straight towards the big iron gate.

At this moment, the big iron door opened by itself with a sound!

When he checked the iron gate, he had discovered that there was only a small trigger formation on the iron gate, which contained a small amount of real fire from Samadhi.

As long as someone tries to open the big iron gate, the small amount of samādhi fire will be ignited and hurt.

And the disciple of Tianyong City was burned alive by these samādhi real fires.

However, this real samādhi fire is only enough to burn once, once the samādhi real fire is triggered, it will affect another formation behind the door, and this formation will open the big iron gate.

So Zhang Yi never opened the door. He had known that the iron door would open by himself.

The other reason why he didn't open the door before was that it was not an ordinary iron door, but a door made of celestial real iron.

The true iron of the celestial pole is condensed from the essence of the sky, it is extremely hard, and cannot be destroyed with brute force.

Rao is Zhang Yi's cultivation base at this time, and it is not realistic to forcibly break this gate made of celestial real iron.

This kind of material was often used by supernatural powers in the cultivation world of previous lives to cultivate magical instruments.

A little bit of celestial real iron is enough for countless people to fight for a bloodshed, and in this empty ancient temple, the use of celestial real iron to forge the gate is too extravagant, it is simply unheard of.

"This is a trap."

Zhang Yi has already made a judgment.

The gate made of celestial real iron cannot be brutally destroyed, only to touch the trigger formation on it to let the gate open by itself.

The organ formations in the secret realm are generally used to block outsiders from entering, and this type of formation that opens the door on its own is more like a trap to lure outsiders into it.

This method of inviting you to enter the urn is bound to contain many dangers.

But the power of this calculation is that even if others know that it is dangerous, they have to bite the bullet and enter.

If you want to get the most precious treasure, you must enter this door, and entering the door means that you will face danger to your life.

So when Zhang Yi came to the gate, he didn't rush in, but stood at the gate and looked inside.

He has this patience, but others may not have it.

As the door slowly opened, the huge roar and vibration suddenly disappeared.

Immediately afterwards, an ambilight radiated from the gate, illuminating the surroundings with a burst of colorful light.

"This is... this is precious energy! But all the precious energy can only be emitted from the heaven and earth! The treasure is inside!"

The group of cultivators saw that the big iron gate had actually opened by themselves, and was immediately ecstatic, just as the treasure was behind the gate.

They immediately scrambled to rush inside, just wanting to be the first to grab the treasure.

Even out of curiosity or greed, many ordinary people followed the practitioners into the gate.

At this time, no one cared about Zhang Yi.

Zhang Yi was not in a hurry, and stood at the door observing everything inside.

I saw a very spacious room in the front door.

Although this room can't compare to the grandeur of the main hall, it still has two basketball courts.

And in this room, there are rows of wooden racks, and the wooden racks are placed on a piece of magical artifact!

Those rich treasures radiated from these magical artifacts.

Each magical artifact is majestic and majestic, and at first glance it is an extraordinary product.

The cultivators looked at all this and were already stunned:

"God! Is this the treasure? There are so many treasures!"

"With so many magical instruments, just taking one out can cause a **** storm, there are so many here!"

"Get rich! We are completely rich now!"

...

Immediately many monks rushed towards the wooden stand, wanting to **** a magic weapon.

But Zhang Yi still stood at the door.

He stretched out his hand, still shining the light from Nabao on his palm.

"No! This treasure is fake!"

Just by touching it, Zhang Yi had already judged that there was a problem with this Baoguang.

In the normal precious light, there will be plenty of spiritual energy and the sharp aura of the magical artifact itself.

And this precious light is simply an artificially imitated luster, without the slightest aura and magical artifacts on it.

Even in this precious light, there is still a trace of poisonous smell in it.

Sure enough, just listen to the sudden screams in the room one after another.

I only saw the monks who had touched the magic weapon, and suddenly they began to see round blisters all over their bodies, and their bodies melted like candles.

Each cultivator just screamed and turned into a pool of pus on the ground.

As the cultivators fell to the ground and died, the magical artifacts in their hands fell to the ground, and they were suddenly torn apart, and there was no tenacity that a magical artifact should have.

Such a drastic change shocked the cultivators:

"Fuck! This magic weapon is poisonous! Don't touch it, everyone!"

"No, this magic weapon is simply fake! It's a disguise!"

"Look! What's that?"

In the horror of the cultivator, only a cloud of mist suddenly appeared in this room.

This cloud of fog is colorful, and it is spreading towards everyone.

A monk was shrouded in colored fog, and suddenly screamed and fell down, his flesh and blood melted rapidly, turning into a puddle of yellow water.

"It's poison gas! Run!"

The cultivators finally came to understand, where they dared to stay in the room at this time, but crawled and fled towards the outside.

The poisonous gas seemed to flow continuously, not only filling the room, but also constantly moving towards the hall outside.

But Zhang Yi entered the room at this time.

Although the poison gas here is very toxic, it still can't hurt Zhang Yi.

Zhang Yi already has a human king body, which can be said to be invaded by a hundred poisons. In the previous life cultivation world, he has encountered many bad people poisoning, but he relied on the human king body to resist the catastrophe.

Everyone ran away, but no one noticed that Zhang Yi had entered the room.

In the room filled with poisonous mist, Zhang Yi kept walking forward and came to the end of the room.

Here, there is a bronze gate.

This door is indeed bronze, there is not much special on it, it is just carved with some words.

Zhang Yi read these words:

"The Void Ancient Temple, the home of the ancient gods, is the tomb of the gods. Anyone who comes here should stop and return. If they disturb the dead souls of the ancient gods, they will be condemned by the heavens!-Qi refiner Zuo Jie."

It seems that it is the words left by Zuo Jie, the gas refiner, saying that this place seems to be a tomb of God.

Zhang Yi was not scared by these words, he did not hesitate to reach out and push open the bronze door.

The heavy bronze door slowly opened. Zhang Yi had already checked that there was no formation mechanism.

However, as the bronze gate opened, there was a vast space inside.

This space is endless, even far larger than this empty ancient temple looks. The space blends into the endless darkness, and only in the distance seems to have a faint fluorescence.

Zhang Yi stepped into it, and suddenly there was a sound of water.

"Well, there is water?"

He only discovered that there was a layer of water that just didn't pass the sole of the foot on the ground under his feet.

Zhang Yi hesitated for a moment, then stepped on the water, step by step towards the glow in the endless darkness.

Every step he took, rippled circles in this flat and broad pool of water.

As he got closer and closer, he finally came to the fluorescent spot.

What appeared in front of you was a huge grave!

The tomb is at least seven or eight stories high, and it may occupy an area as large as two or three football fields.

I don't know what kind of behemoth it is to need such a huge grave.

And in front of the tomb, there was a skeleton kneeling unexpectedly, and those faint fluorescent lights emerged from the skeleton.

Skeleton could not kneel to the ground, his clothes were rotten, and there was a small flying sword in the hands of Skeleton. After a long time, the flying sword was still cold.

Zhang Yi glanced at the skull and suddenly found some clues:

"There is actually a small formation, relying on the spiritual power of this flying sword to continue to this day."

So Zhang Yi stretched out his hand and lightly touched the formation.

This formation was not dangerous, it was just a formation for recording information. As the formation was touched, a phantom suddenly appeared in front of Zhang Yi.

Zhang Yi didn't panic, he knew that this was just an image retained in the formation.

This phantom is an old man with the appearance of an ancient person, his eyes staring blankly, as if there is boundless despair.

Then, just listen to the old man saying:

"No matter who you are, when you come here and see the message I left, it means that you have already seen the tomb of the ancient gods. Even though I kept giving warnings along the way of this ancient temple in the void. Leave a message, but you keep walking here, it means that you did not take my warning to heart."

Only when Zhang Yi heard this, he realized that those words that were signed by the Qi refiner Zuo Jie were all left behind by this phantom.

Then this phantom, that is, the skeleton's life, must be Zuo Jie, the gas refiner.

Just listen to Zuo Jie's phantom and follow:

"This tomb of the gods is the resting place of the two ancient gods. Although the ancient gods are dead, death is not their end, but the beginning! They get new life through death! And our purpose is to stop them Re-resurrection! We built this void temple to seal the ancient gods, and hid this temple in the secret realm. Unexpectedly, you will eventually find it here. Once the ancient gods are resurrected, it will be the largest in the world The catastrophe! No matter who you are, I implore you not to wake the ancient gods from death!"

Ancient gods?

Zhang Yi cast his sights on the huge grave.

Could it be that the buried here is an ancient god?

Zuo Jie's phantom continued to say:

"I can't live anymore. I have exhausted my lifespan in order to seal the ancient gods. My body will remain in this void temple, before the tomb of the two negative gods, as the last boundary marker to alert the world. I am. Knowing that you have walked here step by step and did not get the treasure, you must not be reconciled. I have a flying sword on my body that is a companion who has accompanied me for my life. I will give it to you. I only hope that you will not continue to move forward after accepting the flying sword. Otherwise, the ancient gods will inevitably be alarmed! Please, stranger, stop here!"

When the ghost said this, it disappeared immediately.

This is the formation that has exhausted the last energy and can no longer be maintained.

When Zhang Yi heard this, he roughly understood.

The gas refiner Zuo Jie and his partner built this building and this secret realm in order to seal the tomb of the gods. They did everything in order to prevent the resurrection of the ancient gods.

But after listening to it, Zhang Yi's doubts were resolved, but it also brought him more doubts.

Regarding the ancient gods, there are still too many mists to be solved.

Zhang Yi cast his gaze at the short flying sword in Skeleton's hand, and after looking at it carefully for a while, Zhang Yi was taken aback:

"This is actually... a magic weapon for crossing the Tribulation Realm!"