Great Emperor Myriad

Ling Xiao looked up and saw the clouds and mist on the huge mountain peaks, the sky was dim, but there was a faintly simple palace exposing a corner, exuding a hint of holiness.

"That is?"

Ling Xiao's eyes flashed, and he felt the waves of the weird black mist from the ancient palace.

"This mustard formation actually covers such a large space. It seems that it is not just a simple hiding of ancient flat peach trees. Perhaps the biggest purpose is because of this mountain!"

Ling Xiao's eyes revealed a dignified color.

He stepped forward, stepping on the hard rocks, and walking towards the ancient palace.

Clouds and mists are lingering, the surrounding is vague and invisible, there is no life fluctuation, as if this place has become a dead silence, only the ancient palace, the closer you get, the more you can feel that a mysterious aura is permeating.

Holy and evil, bright and dark, that ancient palace gave Ling Xiao a very strange feeling.

There are more and more corpses around, broken weapons and broken rocks, still leaving traces of the war.

The years have washed away everything, but they can't hide the past.

Ling Xiao saw a dragon-shaped sword, still with a cold blade intent and murderous aura, but the blade was already rotten. It should be a powerful Taoist weapon, but at this moment it completely lost its previous power.

Ling Xiao also saw a white corpse. The bone was hard and exuding a faint luster. There was a black horn on his abdomen. It pierced his body, the eyebrows cracked, and the true spirit dissipated.

Such a hard bone, at least the powerhouse of the Emperor Realm, can survive.

Ling Xiao felt sad, thinking of the weird black fog, looking at the traces of the surrounding battles, and imagining how tragic the battle was ten thousand years ago.

Those weird black mists, even the secret technique of swallowing the sky, would be very difficult to refining. If it weren't for Ling Xiao's Wordless Heaven Book, it happened to restrain the weird black mist, I am afraid that Ling Xiao would have been horrible long ago.

Ten thousand years ago, those weird creatures descended and launched a catastrophe, ravaging the entire Eight Desolate Regions, so that the longevity gate that swept through the Eight Desolations and Liuhe, and powerfully shocked the world, was shattered in one go.

Jinse...where is she?Did she survive?

There was a sigh in Ling Xiao's gaze. In this Eight Desolate Secret Realm, layers of mist were enveloped, and Ling Xiao couldn't help but want to explore.

The eight ancient countries back then were the vassal states of the Changshengmen, and they are closely related to the Changshengmen. Perhaps you can really find news about Jinse?

Ling Xiao's footsteps became heavier.

After striding over the heavy bones, Ling Xiao walked slowly to the top of the mountain. There was a simple palace there. Although it looked a little broken, it was well preserved.

Outside the palace, corpses were everywhere, there were incense burners, magic pestle, rosary beads and wooden fish everywhere, but most of them were broken, and without any precious light, they also turned into scrap copper and rotten iron.

boom!

Ling Xiao kicked on a huge copper plaque, and Ling Xiao blew away the dust on it, revealing four ancient characters.

Daxiong Hall!

"The Daxiong Hall of Buddhism? There is no Buddhism in the Eight Desolate Regions. Why is there a plaque of Daxiong Hall here?"

Ling Xiao's eyes flashed, slightly confused.

Ten thousand years ago, the Eight Desolate Regions was the territory of the Changshengmen, and there was no trace of Buddhism, but on this mountain, a plaque of the Daxiong Palace appeared, which surprised Ling Xiao.

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

The two stone gates were closed tightly, and there was a faint mysterious fluctuation coming from them.

Ling Xiao walked slowly towards the palace, standing in front of the huge stone gate, with his palms placed on the stone gate, his tentacles were icy to the bone, and there was a chill that pierced the soul.

"open!"

Ling Xiao's eyes flashed, and his unmatched divine power exploded, and the two stone gates were instantly pushed open by him.

In an instant, a strange black mist surged, like a mouth in a blood basin, trying to swallow Ling Xiao.

Ling Xiao had prepared for a long time, and there was a cold light in his eyes, and the wordless heavenly book in the sea of ​​knowledge trembled slightly, and a mysterious light rolled out of his brows, directly swallowing all the strange black mist.

Inside the palace, it turned out to be an eight-treasure lotus merit pool, presenting a refined image, with a faint Buddha light permeating, and a strange black air lingering.

In the center of the merit pool, there is an ancient monk wearing a robe with ten incense scars on his head, exuding a mysterious aura.

The ancient monk looked lifelike, with low eyebrows and eyes, with a compassionate expression, and an air of clarity and compassion exuding all over his body.

But what is strange is that half of his body exudes golden light, half exudes black light, with the center of the eyebrows as the dividing line, half Buddha light, half devilish, sacred and evil are intertwined, looking extraordinarily evil.

And those black lights were strange black fog.

"Why is there an ancient monk here?"

Ling Xiao's eyes flashed, and he slowly walked towards the merit pool.

This eight-treasure lotus merit pool presents a refined shape. There are eight petals in total. Each petal has an ancient rune. There is a thread between each other, and finally it is slowly intertwined, suppressing the most central one. The ancient monk.

Except for this Eight Treasure Lotus Merit Pool, the entire palace is very empty, but there is a mysterious flow of energy.

When Ling Xiao saw the rune on the eight petals, his eyes suddenly showed an expression of excitement.

"Bahuang Town Demon Array?! This is Jinse...It is Jinse's handwriting. It turns out that Jinse has really been here!"

There was a huge wave in Ling Xiao's heart. The original mood of Gu Jing Bubo fell into an instant, and his whole body trembled with excitement.

The Bahuang Town Demon Array is the formation Ling Xiao passed to Jinse that year. When Ling Xiao became the number one supreme in the world, with the power of heaven and earth yin and yang, Fenglei volcano, and the power of the law of heaven and earth, it formed a formation. The Supreme Divine Formation possesses the supreme power of killing the Supreme, slaying the gods and destroying demons, and in the world, except for Ling Xiao, only Jinse can deploy it.

However, before Ling Xiao had time to test the power of the Bahuang Town Demon Array, he had already died in the Scarlet Dragon Secret Realm.

Ling Xiao didn't expect that he would be here and see the Bahuang Town Demon Array.

The Eight Treasure Lotus Merit Pool in front of you is actually formed by the power of the eight directions of earth veins and the power of the laws of the world, and the ancient monk in front of you has become the eye of the Eight Desolate Town Demon Array, letting Ling Xiao Very shocked.

It seems that this ancient monk must have also been a peerless powerhouse in the Supreme Realm before his death, otherwise he would not be qualified to be the eye of the Bahuang Town Demon Great Array.

Ling Xiao inspected this great formation carefully, and found that it was indeed integrated with the laws of heaven and earth in the entire Eight Desolation Secret Realm, and contained a strong sealing power.

However, what surprised Ling Xiao was that the ancient monk in front of him didn't have any vitality, but why was he infected with those weird black auras?

"Could it be that under this mountain is the weird creature suppressed in the underground ocean?"

Ling Xiao suddenly thought of a certain possibility, and there was a solemn expression in his eyes.