Immortal and Martial Dual Cultivation

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

But he came here, and heard the old dragon scream of sorrow, and the source was touched alive. What it means is, it's not knowing, it's incomprehensible.

Xiao Chen did not know whether he counted as an acquaintance, but he understood that there was a helplessness in this screaming roar.

What helplessness?

It was the covenant of the first Tianwu Emperor that could not be fulfilled and felt helpless. It sees through everything in the world, stands at the top of this dome, but ultimately it is helpless to escape.

Still, the heart is tenacious, inextricably linked, unable to let go, unable to let go of the grave of the first Tianwu Emperor.

No, no, no!

The thunder sounds of rumbling, turned into loud lightning, splitting the sky, tearing up the void, and relentlessly falling into the cold pool.

Looking up at the view, the other side of the forest stood dozens of Wusheng, the look on his face, all excited to the extreme, bouncing tightly, the atmosphere dare not to kick a sentence.

Xiao Chen's gaze, circulating back and forth in the cold pool and far away, shook his head slightly, his figure slightly backwards and hid. He lost interest in the Emperor's tomb without a reason.

I really don't want to blaspheme, an old dragon, to defend 20,000 years of obsession.

Just as he quietly disappeared into the lake, hundreds of purple lightning came together and turned into a golden lightning.

Straight as a spear, from the sky to the ground, the whole space trembled violently.

Countless pitch-black cracks, spreading from where the lightning fell, towards all sides like spider webs, seemed to tear up the entire space.

Rubbing, rubbing, a crack like a tentacle, reaching in front of Xiao Chen, blocked by an invisible force, can not advance in any way.

“This old dragon, it's over! ”

I didn't even see the scary crack in front of me. Xiao Chen looked at the cold pool and sighed softly.

Boom!

Golden lightning, instantly did not enter the cold pool, fierce yelling stopped, latent dragon lake finally calm, silent, there is great destruction occurs quietly.

A moment later, the cold pool blew a green glow, as if it were a firefly in the summer.

The light fell on the ground, on the desolate land beside the Emperor's tomb, and the flowers and grasses that grew shadows of green and green grew. This barren land, suddenly, is full of life.

The old dragon is dead, its long-lasting essence of life is quickly dissipating, and people see a miraculous picture.

Flower grass on the ground, crazily grows, in this deep place, a spiritual world full of flowers and grass.

In these wonders, in the cold pool, a dragon column came out, brilliant, brilliant as the sun, the prick's eyes hurt for a moment.

Around the heavenly emperor's tomb, everyone's face changed dramatically and felt a power to destroy the heavens and the earth, seemingly blowing the entire city to ruins.

“No, this old dragon is dying to blow up the whole city and bury the heavens and the earth completely. ”

“It's over, it can't escape, the surrounding space is blocked by this energy, it can't escape at all. ”

A take-off Wusheng, hitting the wall and returning home, this time is really urgent, face dead ashes, endless despair in the heart.

But after half a noise, he discovered that the dragon ball mysteriously disappeared, and the energy that blocked the space disappeared in the invisibility.

“I was shocked, so it was a bluff. ”

“I told you, this old dragon was half-dead by lightning. Where else has the strength to play this trick? ”

Wusheng Quartet, at the same time relieved, his eyes again measured the Emperor's tomb up, the despair on his face disappeared, instead, endless fanaticism.

Shh!

Flashing in shape, he flew toward the Temple of Heaven, one after another, just as a group of people approached the Temple of Heaven.

The lightning flashed, a white figure, suddenly hanging above the tomb.

“Ladies and gentlemen, please go back to the Emperor's tomb. ”

The sudden appearance of the white figure surprised the crowd, the number of Wushu in the heavenly dome is limited, in this circle everyone will know each other.

Even if you don't know each other, at least you will hear the other's name, not completely ignorant, but you never heard where such a young Wusheng emerged, cultivation is still unpredictable.

“Where does your little friend come from, can you give him your name? ”

Master Li of Jinguo's eight largest households, looking at Xiao Chen, asked.

Xiao Chen was slightly stunned, but for more than two years, even one person could not recognize himself, which is strange.

In fact, he did not know that for more than two years in the Kunlun world, it was not Xiao Chen's appearance that had changed, but his temperament had changed upside down.

White robe knife in the heavenly realm, low-key and restrained, flashing, calm appearance, proud inside.

At this moment Xiao Chen, is the raging blood of the Emperor. In the invisibility, it affects his momentum, and at first glance, it looks like a magnificent knife, radiant and dazzling.

The appearance is unmatched, but the inner heart is calm as water, and it happened to be a big transformation before, plus many people have not seen him with their own eyes, it is also normal not to recognize him.

Only Bai family owner, and Sima family owner Sima Hong, have an uncertain look in their eyes and feel a little familiar.

But it's always impossible to connect Xiao Chen, whose temperament has changed dramatically, to the former White Robe Knife. And I don't want to believe that in just two years, a Wuhuang can be transformed into Wusheng. It's a little surprising to say.

Xiao Chen smiled slightly and saw about dozens of Wusheng in front of him. He said, "My name is Xiao, I am Xiao Chen, Xiao Grasshead, Sun Chen, you should have heard my name. ”

“I remember some people, but I've dealt with them myself. Why, but after more than two years in the district, have you forgotten Xiao's existence? ”

Wow

The scene was vibrating, and many people looked at Xiao Chen, all revealing an incredible look.

Xiao Chen, the winning white robe knife of the Five Kingdoms Championships, the last battle of the day, led to the quadrilateral dragon pulse vibration. His name, along with the propagation of the True Dragon List, spread throughout Heavenly Martial Continent, the endless seas of the Quartet, all told of his story.

From Tiankai Gate, a non-fashionable gatekeeper, he rushed all the way, defeated all the experts, and eventually reached the peak.

Less than three years later, he actually returned from the Kunlun realm and reached Wusheng realm, a realm that it took them an old man a hundred or two years to reach.

Simahong looked slightly pale. It was really him. The guy who had been shot half-dead by him was really back.

“If I do not die, he will wash Sima's house with blood!" ”

That day was considered a childish euphemism. Looking at Xiao Chen's current mending, Sima Hong's heart was filled with fear, her body trembled slightly, and she was ready to turn away after a slight hesitation.

“Simahong, if you have the guts, take another step. ”

Xiao Chen glanced at the electricity, sharply pointed at Simahong and shouted coldly.

Simahong was slightly flat, a little faint, and he raised himself up: “Xiao Chen, don't think you've become Wusheng, you can speak wildly. Such a magnificent person, I really want to wash Sima's family. My Sima's family really wants to turn its face over, and Tiankai has no good life. ”

Other martial arts, divine colors cannot help but complicate.

In that year, Simahong fought his strength, disregarding his identity, making a scene, killing and injuring numerous younger disciples, and finally getting hit back in the face, but it was a matter of excitement to the Quartet.

I'm afraid he couldn't have guessed how hard that little foot color could not hold up at his hands in less than three years, even he couldn't see the dark light.

Xiao Chen's mouth teased softly, "There is no grievance, there is no debt, there is no Lord. You killed and injured my many disciples in Tiankai. Rest assured, I will only count on you alone. ”

“My heart is cold, but I am not indiscriminately killing innocent people. You gave me a sword and I was half dead. Today I will only ask you if you dare to take my finger, but this resentment. ”

His eyes were endless, but his heart could not calm like water. Xiao Chen looked at Simahong and waited quietly for the other party's answer.

Storm storm is coming, Thundercloud is pressing the city, just one question, dare to answer my finger!