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In the inner hall of the imperial mausoleum, the wind on the battlefield was gone.

The moment the chess piece fell, an invisible military order was issued to this army that had been dead for thousands of years.

The soldier's halberd charge disappeared, the chariot wheels no longer rolled, and the sound of stone boots treading on the ground also stopped abruptly. The army of stone sculptures became a real stone sculpture, leaving only the rising dust to slowly diffuse.

In the middle of a piece of dust, Jiang Ling, who was enveloped in the black light, held her breath, her pupils contracted tightly.

Just above her forehead, the long knife that had been chopped by the air stopped.

It hung there abruptly, so close, she could even clearly feel the temperature of the blade without even touching it, and the sharp cold air cut a blood mark on her forehead.

However, it did not break down.

Wang Ben stopped. In other words, he had to stop under the order.

Who gave him the order?

Who can order him?

Before she wanted to understand the problem, another strange noise had begun.

That is the scroll in the inner temple trembling.

This is the purest power of writing, bearing the imprint of the ancient emperor, and at this time, it adds a bit of the luster of a saint.

Weili from a thousand years ago is mobilizing the scrolls of two thousand years ago, singing long poems of ancient and modern history in silence.

"Qi said Wuyi? The same robe with the son. Master Wang Yuxing, repair my spear. Enmity with the son!

Qi said without clothes? Tongze with the child. Master Wang Yuxing, repair my spear. Work with the son!

Qi said without clothes? Same clothes with the child. Division Wang Yuxing, repair my armor. Go with the son! "

Under the influence of a certain power, the characters on the seal made a baby-like murmur, and the most original and pure literary spirit that has been stored for thousands of years seems to instantly turn into a golden iron horse, and in a blink of an eye, majestic The aura of awe-inspiring has spread all over the hall.

Ding.

There was a clear and crisp sound, and the condensed breath flicked out, and the invisible barriers all over the inner hall were pierced by the spirit, as if the silver bottle was suddenly broken, and the blocked spiritual power rushed out, suppressing the prohibition of this hall. The French formation is completely lifted!

This is...

Jiang Ling felt the familiar atmosphere of Wendao, and immediately thought of something. But before she could react, her vision was already filled with ultramarine light and shadow.

It's Jianguang.

That Cangqing sword light was similar to that of Han Jiangchen, but the momentum was a hundred times more pure and powerful than him. If he had just attacked Jiang He, then the momentum in front of him was undoubtedly the sea!

It is like a huge sword made of light descending from the sky, that sword traverses thousands of miles of frost and cold Kyushu, like the sword of a magical soldier in the air, turning into a rain of thousands of ultramarine pools, sweeping across the thousands of troops in front of you!

It was a real one-knight power, and the dazzling Yin Soldiers couldn't even resist, so they turned into powder in the pouring rain of swords. Just listened to the sound of gold and iron, and all the knives on the field were broken and the hubs of the car were all shattered. With just one move, the dazzling Yin Soldiers collapsed instantly!

Amidst the dazzling sword light, a golden shadow leaped out dangerously.

That is naturally Wang Ben in the army. Only now, under the sword light, half of his stone body has completely disappeared, and while retreating, he sprinkled the ground with glittering stone dust.

Two thousand years later, the long-dead celebrity once again felt the murderous opportunity in person.

If he was in his heyday, he still had the power to face this battle, but now his physical body has long since disappeared, and only supported by a ray of remnant soul, before this sword power, he will not end up better than his subordinates. How many.

He could only retreat under instinct, and just barely retiring from the sword light category, his figure stopped suddenly.

In the corner, Su Yuzhu with his dusty face sniffed subconsciously.

The special breath suddenly flowed into his nose, with two intertwined odors: one was a refreshing floral fragrance, and the other was a solemn rust. The two were completely different, but they blended into nature.

The breath fell to the ground like raindrops, and flowers made of copper and iron bloomed on the ground of this dead soil.

They seem to have been quenched, but they carry the silent vitality of spring rain. Upon closer inspection, each of the blooming petals was made of fine iron, bursting out with fierceness and aura. This aggressiveness covered the audience, replaced by thousands of steel flowers blooming at the same time.

Under the bunch of flowers, the whole hall trembled.

The moment the flowers bloomed, the entire hall instantly became the domain of the steel flower array. The hall itself was also a spiritual thing refined. In this domain, all refined objects must obey the rules set by the refiner!

Among them, of course Wang Ben is included.

The moment the flowers appeared, the golden figure stood on the spot as if it had been welded. The golden body dripped as if it were dissolved, melted into the flowers, as if it turned into its nutrients, and was quickly assimilated by it.

The ghost fire in the golden man's eyes throbbed, and the lifeless general seemed to be shocked by the sight. Thousands of years after his death on the battlefield, he has witnessed the real power again.

At the last moment, what appeared in front of him was a huge black palm.

——Amidst the mighty gaps, the **** Jiang Ling stretched out her hand towards him.

At this time, Wang Ben’s body has been destroyed, it has no physical body, only a ray of divine consciousness is lingering, and now even the spiritual body that he relied on is also destroyed, even if he himself is brave, it is now like a tortoise. Was peeled off the shell.

Under the pressure of several forces in front of him, the ghost of this famous general can no longer exert his spiritual power. It can be said that he has lost any opportunity to resist, and has completely become a chopping board.

Just like when he had just dealt with soldiers, the **** palm scratched his chest in the void, but this time the action seemed to have exhausted his whole body. It was not so much a "catch" as it was a "pull". Born, pulled out the soul imprinted in that golden body!

Jiang Ling gathered five fingers together, and with great force, blue blood vessels stretched out on the back of her hand. The four great powers of saints all over the surrounding area gathered to her as if consciously, just as the teacher grabbed the ink brush in the hand of the student to practice calligraphy, and pressed against the remnant soul in her hand with a force of resistance.

The light smoke floated up like the wind. I don't know whether it is defeat or relief.

Qin State General Wang Ben, two thousand three hundred years after his death, his soul disappeared from Kunlun University's soul cultivation students.

In the eyes of ordinary people, this change is not visible at all, but now everyone on the field knows what stormy waves are contained in it.

In the corner, Su Yuzhu lay down there in a daze, completely indifferent.

What he witnessed in just a few seconds, he had never even dreamed about it before. The performance of the few students just now has refreshed his three views, and now the reshaped three views have been completely shattered.

Is there such a powerful force in the world? Can such an existence really be tolerated in this world?

The most important thing is that these powers seem to be on their side... they are on the side of the "Kunlun University"!

What kind of existence is that?

As if his life had been paused for a few seconds, Su Yuzhu lost all his thinking ability at that moment, but just slumped there stupidly, watching the scene in front of him.

In front of him, Jiang Ling slowly withdrew her hand, her eyes swept around.

Of course she wouldn't fail to recognize those few breaths just now. But at this time, she looked around, but did not find those familiar figures.

Due to campus restrictions, their deities were not present, but only handed over their own skills to Wei Ze, and he was brought into the tomb together, instantly sweeping the layout of the two thousand years ago.

It is estimated that even Shi Huang did not expect that one day his palace would usher in the combined impact of two eras at the same time.

This is a mixed doubles from the Tang and Song dynasties and the millennium era.

The army collapsed, the spells disappeared, and the four bursts of power began to calm down. The hall filled with spiritual power turbulence calmed down for a short time, just like the battlefield just after the war.

In front of the hall, the raging black light faded, and Jiang Ling's figure was revealed again from it, but her face was now completely bloodless, as if she had been emptied, her pupils were all dissipated.

Before Su Yuzhu next to her came forward, she suddenly fell to the ground, curled her head into a ball, and her whole body convulsed uncontrollably.

The extreme output just now had already overdrawn her soul, and then she used the power of the magic seed to break through the limit, which was basically a self-harm.

The body obviously didn't intend to spare her mischief easily, just as soon as she touched it, she began to retaliate frantically.

When the backlash came, Jiang Ling only felt a burst of headache, tearing pain like it was about to be crushed by a heavenly spirit, she couldn't help but whispered in pain, almost rolling on the ground.

I don't know how long this process lasted. When the groans finally subsided, the girl's spasms stopped and she lay motionless as if she had lost her strength.

Su Yuzhu was watching, and in the end he thought she must have passed out. But a few seconds later, she actually shook again.

She stood up with difficulty, stumbled again, and moved towards the boy in a pool of blood in the corner.

The crossbow shot through her leg just now, coupled with the overdraft of spiritual power, she moved very slowly and slowly, and could only crawl forward. Just crawling step by step, step by step close to the past, dragging long bloodstains under him.

Su Yuzhu stared blankly, he couldn't tell whether this girl was the same as the demon-like shadow just now. Before I could figure it out, she had moved to Han Jiangchen's side, opened her hand, and hugged him tightly.

She hadn't blinked before facing the cutting edge, but now she was holding the dying boy, shaking like a little girl holding a doll, and for a long while, she suddenly cried silently.

......

At the same time, in the [Kyushu Mountains and Seas Map].

The soul gathered, the world changed color, everything was circulating as usual, but the ancestor dragon in front of him did not move.

He was completely stunned.

No, it should be said that he was trembling under the gaze of the head figure, and even completely forgot the punch that Wu Hao had just made.

The shadow of the man hung there silently, watching the golden dragon shadow on the other side of the dome. It was clear that the two were in the same air, but the person's eyes seemed to be condescending. He looked down at the ancient dragon **** like a wild dog crawling under his feet.

It's not wrong. He recognizes this breath. This is his clearest memory in thousands of years. He can't admit it.

Only this person is qualified to say the words "give you a death", this is the only existence in the world that has brought him fear. Based on his relationship with this person, everything he gives to him is a gift.

Because he is the prisoner of war at his feet, his...servant!

...But who is he?

The Ancestral Dragon suddenly roared, and the golden streamer rushed violently on him, causing the dragon scales to blast all over his body. At that moment, the sky and the earth seemed to be an ocean full of raging waves, and the dragon **** was standing on top of the ocean!

At the same moment, the first thunder sounded over the tomb of Shi Huang.

The blue and purple sky thunder penetrated the clouds, and the moment it flashed seemed to split the sky in half. The aurora spreads among the clouds and dyes it in a strange black gold. From a distance, you will see that the clouds have turned into the emperor's dragon robe, stirring in the hunting wind.

I am the only one in heaven and on earth.

He was once the king of the sea, and he also had a part of the breath bestowed by the first emperor on his body. At the moment of His power, heaven and earth will respond to his call. All the power and influence are gathered under the sealed soil, gathered in the little Jiuding, and gathered at the side of the Zulong!

This was a truly earth-shattering blow, and everything around the body was distorted, and the air sent waves like violent waves. The golden dragon rises from the top of the dome, carrying the violent thunder and the rising wind and waves, turning into a golden light with the momentum that seems to penetrate the world, and rushing towards the figure!

In the center of everything, the white figure in that space opened its hand.

There was no sound, no power, he just stretched out his arm in the most unpretentious way, and opened his palm to the Zulong who was riding on the power of the world.

A pair of long eyes suddenly widened, and the face of the person in front of him was reflected in his pupils-in those opposite eyes, he saw a ray of golden light flowing by.

At that moment, the wind ceased and the mountains and seas were peaceful.

The huge waves hit the golden mountains, the waves faded quickly, and the clouds in the sky dissipated, and the sea bounded by heaven and earth was calm in the blink of an eye.

The tsunami of spiritual power has completely faded~www.wuxiamtl.com~A figure of one person and one dragon emerged from the entanglement: in silence, the person's palm was pressing on the golden dragon head, and the action was like...stroke .

That's right, petting is like petting a pet dog by the owner.

He slid his hand over the dragon's head and stroked the long mane, and the vigor surrounding the ancestral dragon was swept away by this stroke. Just like stroking the dust from a pet, he directly stroked the earth-shaking spiritual power fluctuations.

"you..."

The golden dragon's beard trembled. Stroking Haidi's first level can be thousands of times more serious than a blow fly on a tiger's head, but he can only endure this humiliation now, and no one is more qualified to humiliate him than this person.

He wanted to avoid that hand, but he couldn't get rid of it as if he was stuck. Can only stare, ask loudly.

"who are you?"

The white figure raised the corner of his mouth, and he retracted his hand, staring at the dragon in front of him that seemed to be anchored, the golden light in his eyes flashing out like a candle.

"As for me, I'm probably a teacher, who teaches immortality."

Facing the domineering dragon god, he said in a calm tone: "My name is Wei Mingze. You can call me by my first name, or you can call me the Lord of Kunlun."

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