On the vast land.

The peaceful imperial mausoleums of the past have now become ruins, the majestic and glorious buildings have become empty, and all the glorious history has been reduced to nothing.

"Da Qian...eight hundred years..."

A figure stands alone, dressed in green clothes, walking up the steps.

This is a young-looking man, handsome and handsome, with an extraordinary bearing. Every move carries an air of grandeur that is shocking.

On his waist, a golden Yueshan sword hung, making a soft sound. The spiritual instinct in it began to revive, as if it was eager to fight.

"I have been to this place, fought, and protected it... The most ridiculous thing is that I am the one who is coming here to destroy it today."

Zhong Qiu walked up the steps step by step. As he moved forward step by step, the aura on his body became more and more terrifying. His eyes were like stars. They seemed soft but were actually lofty. He was like an ancient god, making people unable to get close to him.

"Zhongqiu..."

An old voice rang out, lingering here for miles, for a long time: "I haven't seen you for three hundred years, how dare you come here..."

"Why don't you dare?" Zhongqiu raised his head, with a permanent calm and dead silence on his face, always looking calm and calm: "The imperial army has been broken, Taizong has passed away, but I am safe, who can stop me here? ?”

"Rebellious ministers and traitors, do you really think that no one can control you?"

The voice was cold and cold, and continued to sound: "Today, even if I fight this old bone, I will kill you, the traitor!!"

"You can not."

Zhong Qiu shook his head: "When you and I were in our prime, you were no match for me, let alone now that we are old and frail, and our vitality has declined."

"Quickly retreat, remember the old love, I won't kill you."

He said calmly, there was a sense of grandeur in his words, and he didn't take his opponent seriously at all.

"Bold!!"

At this time, the strong men guarding the imperial mausoleum moved around. Someone couldn't help but take action, grabbing it with a big hand. The wind from the palm pressed down the vitality, causing ripples in the surrounding space, as if it couldn't bear it and was about to collapse.

Judging from the vibration of the vitality, this is obviously an innate, and even among innates, he is not considered weak, otherwise he would not have such power.

Zhong Qiu's face was calm, and he made no unnecessary movements. He simply stepped forward with one foot, and then the whole world changed instantly.

A burst of vitality solidified forward, penetrating through the nine days. The frightening blood rushed straight into the sky, as if it was going to tear the whole world apart. The boundless spirit rushed forward, and in an instant, the people in front of it were The Xiantian who took action let out a scream, and fell directly from mid-air. His whole body was cracking, and he was seriously injured.

The blood-colored flowers bloomed, and the energy surged, and the man's body exploded. Before he could even react, the whole body was smashed to pieces like a watermelon, and the flesh and blood was shattered on the ground.

Such a scene made the people around them stunned, and a kind of terror surged in their hearts. Even if they had already taken life and death lightly, they still couldn't help but hesitate in the face of such a brutal scene.

This was an innate person who, if placed in the outside world, could suppress a state and create a holy land. Even if he searched the whole Daqian, he could not find much, but he died so simply at this moment.

It was just one move, and the innate was killed without even having time to say his last words.

Zhong Qiu was dressed in green clothes, with loose black hair. He moved calmly, like a god who came from ancient times. He just walked up the steps quietly, his eyes glowed with golden light, and there were faint runes flickering in them. That's it. Looking forward, opening and closing your eyes, you can see through all truth and illusion.

"Who else?" He said calmly, his eyes always looking forward, with the air of a master.

The people guarding the imperial mausoleum in front looked at it coldly, but no one dared to take action rashly.

The strength of the person in front of him is really rare in the world. An innate in front of him is not much stronger than a chicken. Attacking alone is the way to death.

"God and will unite, reflecting the heaven and earth, and you have restored your master's cultivation..."

The old voice from before spoke again, with fear in his words and some disbelief.

In his opinion, this is somewhat unreasonable.

Over the past eight hundred years, the oppression of heaven and earth has become heavier day by day. Not only has the person in front of me not been affected, but he has bucked the trend and reached the realm of the master. It is so mysterious that it makes people feel a sense of psychedelic.

"You still don't understand."

Zhong Qiu sighed softly and looked at the opposite side with some pity in his eyes. Without saying anything more, he directly pressed down with one hand, and the blood energy rose up all over the sky. The divine soul wrapped around the boundless vitality and directly enveloped this place.

He struck down with a palm, and his palm was like a dragon, which actually covered the entire area of ​​the imperial mausoleum. With one blow, he was about to knock down the imperial mausoleum and destroy the imperial mausoleum that had stood for more than 800 years.

"How dare you!!"

Someone let out an angry roar, and his spirit emerged, activating all the energy in his body, trying hard to block the blow.

However this is useless.

The Zhongqiu in front of me was too powerful. Just knocking it down with a casual palm was like a falling star, suppressing it downwards. Its momentum was almost unstoppable, making it impossible for people to have the courage to resist.

As the old voice said before, he has transcended the realm of innateness, even transcended the realm of returning to the source, and resisted the state of the invincible master.

Even with Zhong Qiu's past cultivation, the strength he can exert is far beyond the comparison of ordinary masters. It has greatly exceeded this category, and the gap between him and everyone present has become irreparable.

If he didn't have this kind of strength, Zhong Qiu wouldn't have come here alone. He was confident that he could slaughter all the imperial mausoleums by himself.

The wind from the palm fell, and the heaven and earth were torn apart. There seemed to be a vague roar of ferocious beasts, causing the surrounding buildings to fall one after another. They were destroyed by the roaring energy around them and turned directly into sand and dust fragments.

A suffocating breath is rising, filled with overbearing and boundless majesty.

In the imperial mausoleum, more than one person vomited blood and fell back. They could not bear the power of the master. Their souls were severely damaged and their bodies were about to crack. They were no match for them.

"Alas..." A deep sigh rose from the front, containing deep helplessness.

The unparalleled majesty of the emperor rose, and in the void, a terrifying aura suddenly rose, and a golden aura floated out. Every breath contained a powerful force that could destroy the void.

The force of the palm that was originally leaning down stopped, and the next moment, Zhong Qiu was stunned.

In his field of vision, a golden magic sword was flying across the sky, with a real dragon pattern engraved on the blade. The dragon pattern on it was twisting at this moment, as if a real dragon came to life, and he directly controlled the long knife to slash down towards the sky. He cuts it off.

The Imperial Sword Revives!!

"The personal weapon of Taizu Daqian back then..."

Looking at the divine sword chopping in front of him, Zhong Qiu's eyes were blurred, as if he was lost in reminiscence.
Chapter completed!