Immortal and Martial Dual Cultivation

Xiao Chen moved in his heart. In the abysmal city of Qian Long Lake, he had been there once, and there he learned the true identity of Chu Chaoyun.

On that day, the frozen dragon, his claws on the surface, knocked him off, actually helped him to remove some bruises from his body and unnoticed hidden dangers.

At that time, he won a hundred consecutive battles in the arena. It seemed like the scenery. In fact, some minor hidden dangers were left in his body. Failure to clear them in time was likely to turn into hidden diseases.

Cold Ice Dragon, still has some favors for him, just don't know why to help him.

Old Feng saw Xiao Chen seemed very interested in the touch. "Go sit in the palace for a while, I'll tell you more. ”

In the main hall of Hao Tianzong's division of rudder, Xiao Chen sat side by side with Feng Lao. She came to serve tea and the thief's eyes slipped around Xiao Chen.

The curiosity in my heart is tight, this is where the big character came from, how to sit side by side with the elder, look at the look of old Feng, do not think of it as a touch of the younger generation.

Feng Lao's status is higher than that of the Patriarch. During the week, the Patriarch is the only one who can barely do next to Feng Lao.

Looking at Xiao Chen, she always felt familiar, but didn't know where she had seen her. After Xiao Chen and the others picked up the cup, she had to leave.

Walking outside the temple, the disciple remembered something and took a roster of flowers out of her hand. It says "True Dragon Table", turns the first page, illustrates the character above and shows it in the curtain.

Looking back at what the man had just seen, his heart couldn't help but pound. Xiao Chen, a white robe knife, came back and sat flat with the elders of Tai Shang.

If it gets out, I don't know what kind of sensation it will cause.

“Eight great families, the owners of the ten great gates and the owners of the sects, all gone?” Xiao Chen, after listening to old Feng, put down the teacup in his hand and asked calmly.

Feng Lao slightly turned his head. “Almost all of them went, most of Wusheng in the whole heavenly dome rushed past, the grave of the first Tianwu Emperor, hiding something, it's hard to say. ”

The first Tianwu Emperor, the King Emperor 10,000 years before the Blue Emperor, had myths about him in the heavenly dome.

On the contrary, in Kunlun, Xiao Chen rarely heard any mention of such a person, and the owner of a powerful fire, but did not leave any trace in Kunlun, which appeared to be extremely unusual.

Could it be that this first generation of Heavenly Martial Emperor, like those who left blurred traces at the top of the holy monument, mysteriously left the world without real death?

Some speculation goes without saying that the first generation of Tianwu Emperor is definitely the most powerful figure, since its grave has been passed down, it will inevitably attract a peep.

Xiao Chen compared his Feng Lao's strength. The other party repaired him to Shang Wusheng's realm, but no pressure was brought to him.

Compared to the three upper martial arts taught by the two rituals, it cannot be uttered in the same day. It is holy in the heavenly dome and in the Kunlun realm. There is a huge difference between them. Xiao Chen now fully understands.

No wonder some martial arts in the heavenly dome, even if they accumulate sufficient resources, are reluctant to go to Kunlun and go to Kunlun with their strength.

If you don't qualify for soy sauce, you might as well live quietly and steadily in the lower realm.

Xiao Chen thought about it and remembered another question: “What happened to the Cold Ice Dragon, listening to old Feng's tone, it doesn't seem to be the first ferry? ”

Feng nodded: “Many times, about a thousand years of dowry, this dragon did not choose to form, went on another path of spiritual beast cultivation, life is extremely strong. Without an emperor, but an ordinary Wu Emperor, Jinnai must not. ”

“This time has reached the top, if the ferry succeeds, it will turn into a dragon and become a true dragon of cold ice. Obstructing the agreement between Kunlun and the demonic world at that time, it is impossible to stay. ”

“More likely, however, is the failure of the ferry, the disappearance of the dead, the long life it has lived and the almost exhaustion of its luck. All Wusheng Co waited for it to die so that he could lay hands on the tomb of the Emperor. ”

There has never been a Wu Emperor in the heavenly realm. Xiao Chen knew. He did not know why before, but today is the second time he has heard the promise.

“What exactly is this agreement, can Old Feng tell one or two?” Xiao Chen asked curiously.

Feng Lao contained a sip of tea and said, "It's not a secret, I can tell you. After the fall of the Emperor Tianwu dynasty, Wu Jingu and the demonic world reached an agreement to jointly suppress the development of this position. ”

“Neither side, whoever it is, shall be allowed to deploy a master of the Wu Emperor rank, nor the presence of the Wu Emperor on this face. In the event of a battle, neither side is allowed to send the Martial Emperor down. Whoever seizes the dome belongs to him, but the promise remains to be fulfilled. ”

Xiao Chen couldn't help but laugh. When he was still in the Mo River City Demonic Beast Forest, there was still some fantasy about the protection of the Three Holy Places.

Now think about what a childish, magical robbery is, but the big characters on both sides have agreed on a trick, and life is just like a chess piece.

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

“But Wu Jingu and the demonic realm, I don't know why to reach this agreement, which involves the demise of the Dragon Gate 10,000 years ago. ”

Old Feng continued, obviously saying this, he did not know that Xiao Chen had recognized the identity of his Qing Emperor descendants in Kunlun.

Xiao Chen smiled and did not catch this topic. He rose up and said: “Thank you for your hospitality, I intend to go to the Emperor's Grave and say goodbye first! ”

Feng Lao was not surprised by this. He was also absolutely relieved of Xiao Chen's strength. Today, the Emperor of the Heavenly Dome is unable to figure out how many people can stop him.

“Oh, then I won't give it away. If it wasn't for sitting in the town hall, old age would want to see the noise. ”

Out of Hao Tianzong, Xiao Chen stretched out the thunder dragon stride, step out, the space instantly don't tear apart. Compared to the spatial structure of the Kunlun kingdom, the heavenly kingdom is like paper paste, and Xiao Chen suddenly ends up in the void.

The whole person is in space, and the wind and lightning are generally moving forward, cracking a gap from time to time to see where they are moving forward.

However, two hours later, Xiao Chen's country of great Jin directly crossed over the dragon lake in the rough city, and the empty sky did not stop the pace of progress, fast and astonishing.

Boom, boom!

The scene in front of me, a little scary, over Diving Dragon Lake, gathered thousands of miles of black thunder clouds, a bucket of thick lightning, fell wildly towards Diving Dragon Lake.

The waves rolled, the heavens and the earth discolored, the void was easily torn apart by the lightning, the water was splashed everywhere, and the otherwise flat lake was ravaged and miserable.

Xiao Chen frowned slightly and looked at the lightning that had fallen. If it had fallen on him, it would have been a little unbearable. It seems that this cold dragon is really a little fierce this time.

With a gleam of light, Xiao Chen fell directly into the water at the end of the lake, avoiding a thunderbolt, heading down towards the Heavenly Emperor's tomb.

When he fell into the heart of the lake, a man with a sword on his back on the shore, wearing a Tianwu Imperial robe, revealed a hint of unexpected divinity and mumbled. Why did he come back at this time?

The world beneath the water is not hollow, Xiao Chen stopped in high altitude, did not rush to land, only saw the road fall lightning, fell into the cold pool by the Emperor's tomb.

Awesome and old roaring noise, coming from the inside continuously, trembling eardrums, a feeling of sadness without a source of heart.

It is not like a world-strong man in a struggle with heaven, with endless sharpness and grandeur, but more like an old man who has lived for a long time, breathing in agony, talking about the last unwillingness in his heart.

In that voice there is an indescribable obsession, an indescribable sadness, a moving emotion, not knowledgeable, incomprehensible.

The world has its own revolution, no matter what kind of creature you are, no matter how strong you are, it's hard to escape a dead letter in the end.

Heaven is like a sword, hanging above the heads of all beings in the heavens, no one can wave a fist to chop the sword.

Looks like Lao Feng is right. This cold ice dragon has lived too long. It has been dragged from the beginning of the Tianwu dynasty until now for more than 20,000 years.

Luck has run out, and it's almost impossible to want to be a real dragon at this time.

Looking forward, at the end of the line of sight, there are some forest shadows, and in the eyes, they are all very excited, obviously they also know.

This old dragon, not knowing how long to stay here, let some people with bad feelings all go home, today is finally going back to the west.

The cemetery of the first Tianwu Emperor is finally going to reveal what kind of secrets are hidden.