"No matter whoever the two sides are, they are not allowed to dispatch masters of the Wu Emperor level, nor are they allowed to have the Wu Emperor in this plane. If a battle begins, both sides are not allowed to send Wu Emperor down. Whoever takes the sky will belong to, but the agreement will continue to be fulfilled."

After hearing this, Xiao Chen couldn't help laughing. When he was still in the monster forest of Mohe City and only had the level of a warrior, he still had some fantasies about the protection of the Three Holy Land.

Thinking about it now, it is so naive. What a demonic disaster, but the big figures on both sides have agreed on a trick, and sentient beings are just like chess pieces at their mercy.

Only by mastering absolute strength and jumping out of this chess game can you be qualified to grasp your own destiny and see the essence of this world clearly.

"But I don't know why the Martial God Palace and the Demon World reached this agreement. This involves the allusion of the demise of the Dragon Gate thousands of years ago."

Mr. Feng continued, obviously, saying that he did not know that Xiao Chen had already recognized his identity as a descendant of the Qing Emperor in Kunlun.

Xiao Chen smiled, but did not catch the topic, and stood up and said, "Thank you, Mr. Feng, for the reception. I plan to go to the tomb of the Emperor of Heaven. Let's say goodbye first!"

Old Feng was not surprised by this, and he was absolutely relieved of Xiao Chen's strength. Now that Emperor Cangqiong is not out, he really can't think of a few people who can stop him.

"Haha, then I won't send it. If I hadn't been in charge of the sect, I would also like to see the excitement."

After leaving the Haotian Sect, Xiao Chen used the Thunder Dragon Step, and took one step and the space would not be torn apart instantly. Compared with the spatial structure of Kunlun Realm, the Sky Realm was like paper-paste, and Xiao Chen suddenly entered the void.

The whole person was in the space, moving forward like lightning, and from time to time a gap was cracked to see where he had moved forward.

In just two hours, Xiao Chen went straight to the sky above Qianlong Lake in the deserted city, and the progress in the void was unblocked, which was astonishingly fast.

Rumble!

The scene in front of me was a bit scary. A thousand miles of black thunder clouds gathered above Qianlong Lake, and thunder and lightning as thick as buckets fell wildly towards Qianlong Lake.

The waves rolled, the sky and the earth changed color, the void was easily torn apart by the lightning, and the lake water splashed everywhere, and the originally flat lake surface was ravaged to a terrible sight.

Xiao Chen frowned slightly, looking at the falling lightning. If it fell on him, he would be a little unbearable. It seemed that the ice dragon was really a bit in danger this time.

The light flashed, and Xiao Chen fell directly into the lake water, avoiding the lightning and lightning, and heading towards the tomb of the Emperor of Heaven below.

When he fell into the middle of the lake, a man wearing a Tianwu Emperor's robe on the shore showed a look of surprise and murmured, why did he come back at this time?

The world under the water has a different world. Xiao Chen stopped in the sky and did not rush to land. He saw those thunders falling into the cold pond next to the tomb of the Emperor of Heaven.

The shrill and old roars kept coming from inside, trembling with the eardrums, and my heart felt a sense of sadness for no reason.

This is not like a peerless strong man who competes with the sky, with endless aura and heroism, but more of an old man who has lived for a long time, lingering in his breath and expressing his last unwillingness in his heart.

In that voice, there is an indescribable obsession, an inexplicable sadness, and a moving emotion. It is not a confidant, it cannot be understood.

There is a cycle of reincarnation in the world. No matter what kind of creature you are, how strong you are, you will never escape the word death in the end.

The way of heaven is like a sword, hanging above the heads of vast beings, and no one can slash the sword by shattering his fists.

It seems that Mr. Feng is right. This ice dragon has lived for too long. It has been more than 20,000 years since the beginning of the Tianwu Dynasty.

The luck has been exhausted, and it is almost impossible to overcome the tribulation and become a real ice dragon at this time.

Looking forward, there were many figures at the end of the line of sight, and there were extremely excited expressions in their eyes, obviously they knew it too.

This old dragon has been here for countless hours, and has made many people with bad intentions return in vain. Today, we are finally going to return to the west.

What kind of secrets are hidden in the cemetery of the first Emperor Tianwu? It is finally about to be revealed.

Xiao Chen, like these people, was curious and anxious about the tomb of the first Emperor Tianwu, and had infinite expectations in his heart.

But when I came here and heard the old dragon's sad roar, I was moved for no reason. The meaning of it was not a confidant, and I couldn't understand it.

Xiao Chen didn't know if he was a confidant, but he could understand that the smirking roar contained a kind of helplessness.

What a helplessness?

It was the promise of the first Emperor Tianwu that could not be completed, and he felt helpless. He saw through everything in the world and stood at the top of the sky, but in the end he could not escape the helplessness of death.

I still have obsessions in my heart, and I can't let go of the tomb of the first Emperor Tianwu.

What, what can I do, what can I do!

The rumbling thunder turned into hideous lightning, splitting the sky, tearing the void, and falling ruthlessly into the cold pond.

Looking up at the distance, there were dozens of martial saints standing on the side, all of whom were extremely excited, jumping tightly, and even dared not kick it.

Xiao Chen's eyes flowed back and forth in the cold pond and in the distance, shook his head slightly, and disappeared back little by little. He lost interest in the tomb of the Emperor of Heaven for no reason.

I really don’t want to blaspheme, an old dragon has been guarding the obsession that has been for 20,000 years.

Just as he quietly disappeared, and just entered the lake, hundreds of purple lightnings gathered together and turned into a golden lightning.

It was as straight as a javelin, coming from the sky, and before it landed, the entire space trembled violently.

Countless black cracks spread out from the place where the lightning fell like spider webs, and the entire space seemed to be shattered.

Crack, cracks, like tentacles, reached in front of Xiao Chen, and was blocked by an invisible force and could not move forward at all.

"This old dragon is over!"

Even without looking at the scary crack in front of him, Xiao Chen looked at the Hantan and sighed softly.

boom!

The golden lightning sank into the cold pond in an instant, and the fierce roar stopped abruptly. Qianlong Lake finally returned to peace. In the silence, great destruction was quietly arising.

After a moment, the cold pond blew out a series of green lights, as beautiful as fireflies in summer.

The light spots fell on the ground, and green flowers and plants suddenly grew on the desolate land beside the tomb of the Emperor of Heaven. This barren land suddenly became full of vitality.

The old dragon is dead, and its long-lasting essence of life is about to disappear, allowing everyone to see a miraculous picture.

The flowers and plants on the ground are growing wildly, and in this deep place, a world full of spiritual energy and a dazzling array of flowers and plants grows.

As everyone was amazed by this wonder, a dragon pillar floated out in the cold pool, making a brilliant light, as bright as the sun, making people's eyes hurt.

Around the tomb of the Emperor of Heaven, everyone's expression changed drastically, and they felt a force that ruined the world, as if they wanted the entire deserted city to be blown into ruins.

"No, this old dragon is restless until death. It wants to blow up the entire deserted city and completely bury the curtain of heaven and earth."

"It's over, I can't escape. The surrounding space is blocked by this energy and I can't get out at all."

The martial saints who were soaring and returning from the wall, were really anxious now, their faces were ashes, and endless despair surged in their hearts.

But after waiting for a while, the dragon ball mysteriously disappeared, and the energy that blocked the space disappeared invisibly.

"I was shocked, it turned out to be a fake shot."

"I just said, this old dragon was struck by lightning and didn't have the strength to play this trick."

The Martial Saint from all directions breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, and his eyes looked at the tomb of the Emperor of Heaven again, and the despair on his face disappeared, and replaced by endless fanaticism.

Whoosh!

The figure flashed, and they rushed towards the Emperor's curtain one by one, but just as a group of people were about to come to the tomb of the Emperor's tomb.

Lightning flashed, and a white figure suddenly hung above the tomb.

"Everyone, please come back. This tomb of the Emperor of Heaven is not something you can open."

The sudden white figure surprised everyone. The number of martial saints in the Sky Realm is limited, and everyone will know each other in this circle.

Even if you don’t know him, you will at least have heard of the other party’s name and will not be completely ignorant. However, you have never heard of such a young martial arts saint who has emerged, and his cultivation is still unfathomable.

"Where can I report my name?"

The head of the Li family, the eight major families in Jin State, saw Xiao Chen and asked.

Xiao Chen was a little stunned. After more than two years, he couldn't even recognize him, which was strange.

In fact, he himself didn't know that in the more than two years of Kunlun Realm, what changed was not Xiao Chen's appearance, but his temperament had changed drastically.

The white-robed swordsman in the Sky Realm is low-key and restrained, hidden and unrestrained, calm on the outside and proud on the inside.

At this moment, Xiao Chen was sharp and unrestrained, and had the bloodline of the emperor and overlord. Invisibly, it affected his momentum. At first glance, it looked like a peerless treasure sword, dazzling and dazzling.

He looks extremely sharp on the outside, but his heart is as calm as water. It has changed a lot from the past. In addition, many people have not seen him with their own eyes, so it is normal that they cannot recognize him.

Only the head of the Bai family and Sima Hong, the head of the Sima family, looked shocked and suspicious, and felt familiar.

But he could never connect Xiao Chen, whose temperament changed drastically, with the white-robed swordsman in the past. He also didn't want to believe that in just two years, a Martial Emperor could transform into a Martial Saint, which was a bit amazing to say.

Xiao Chen smiled slightly, looked at the dozens of martial saints in front of him, and said, "My surname is Xiao, my name is Chen, Caotou Xiao, and the name is Chen. You should have heard of my name."
Chapter completed!