At this scene, Cheng Hao knew in his heart that it was Lin Xi who used time-type supernatural powers to go back in time and restore the scene at that time. Cheng Hao believed that he couldn't do it with this supernatural power alone.

Today, he may have some accomplishments in space, but for time, he hasn't even explored his fur. For the law of time, perhaps only by reaching the strength of the third-order emperor can he be qualified to touch it.

There are all kinds of mysterious formations of the Great Emperor all over the valley, and there are murderous intent. If you don't understand the formation method, even the quasi emperor on the seventh floor of Sendai will die.

Cheng Hao didn't dare to be careless, he directly opened the magical power of his left eye, and found a way out from the formation pattern of the Great Emperor. The leader Longma and Polygonum multiflorum walked slowly toward the depths of the Wanlong Mountain Range.

Cheng Hao walked very slowly, because as long as the road deviated a little, he would never be able to turn over. In his left eye, there was only one path in the bowels of the sheep, which was very complicated, and the other paths were all dead ends!

Suddenly, his expression condensed, and in a stone forest in the valley ahead, he saw a person sitting on a sapphire stone, with a majestic treasure and enchanting immortality.

On its body, there are strands of terrifying aura that exudes people, and each strand weighs more than a million yuan, like a magic mountain oppressed.

This pressure can be ignored for Cheng Hao directly, but Longma and Polygonum multiflorum are like enemies, leaning close to Cheng Hao, for fear that the other party will suddenly attack him.

"Don't worry, this person is already dead!"

The person in front, judging by the aura from his body, was a great sage on the sixth floor of Sendai before he was alive, but unfortunately, at this time his soul has already been extinct, without any soul aura.

There is a magic lamp in this great sage's body, which is immortal and full of vitality. It is it who breathes the fairy light, making the corpse seem like there is still life.

But Cheng Hao had no intention of receiving this magic lamp. Although he was only a few feet away from that person, Cheng Hao did not dare to take a step forward.

Here, only the winding road in Cheng Hao's left eye is a safe route. Anyone who strays into other areas will die. This great sage is the best lesson, and he was cut here.

A great holy treasure, it is not worthy of Cheng Hao risking being killed by the Great Formation Pattern to forcibly win the treasure.

Shaking their heads, Cheng Hao and his team continued to walk forward slowly. Along the way, they encountered three dead saints, one of whom was more miserable than the other. The third person was left with only a bone and a drop of blood, only the saint. The immortal energy is still slowly spreading outward, indicating that a great saint here once died.

As it went deep into the valley, the biting killing intent hit, the dragon horse muscles bulged, the veins swelled, and the old Polygonum multiflorum looked languid and wailed.

Cheng Hao had to prop up a golden shield of vitality and blood on several people to block the killing intent from the surrounding area. Otherwise, it won't take long for Longma and Polygonum multiflorum to explode and die.

Suddenly, Cheng Hao's eyes condensed, because not far in front of him, in a pile of rocks, he saw a broken body, hundreds of white bones and bright red and dazzling blood. Shining brilliance, the great murderous intent was caused by the flesh and white bones!

"The bones of the emperor!" Cheng Hao couldn't help blurting out.

"What, that's Zhundi?" Both He Shouwu and Longma showed horror, it was hard to believe.

"Oh, this place is terrible. Master, let's leave now. Even the quasi-emperor is dead here. If one fails, we will have to wipe out the entire army!" Long Ma was scared. If Cheng Hao didn't allow him, he would have already He fled back and fled.

That is the Emperor Zhun, who can compete with the heavens and the earth for good fortune, how many people can there be in ancient and modern times? It can be called an existence that shocks the ancients and the present, but he died tragically here, how can he not make people scared?

Cheng Hao shook his head, and didn't mean to leave. He wasn't too concerned about the treasures here, but he had to go and see the place that became immortal. He had a hunch that there might be a message that Lin Xi left him.

"The Great Emperor, is the tower in front of it, the legendary purple gold of the divine scar?"

After everyone hadn't left for long, He Shouwu pointed to a purple pagoda in front of him, and asked with a trembling voice.

For Cheng Hao, the old He Shouwu didn’t know exactly what the opponent’s strength was, but along the way, Cheng Hao easily broke a lot of divine formations, and found the only vitality in this valley full of the great formations. Therefore, He Shouwu subconsciously regarded Cheng Hao as a great emperor-level existence.

Cheng Hao did not refute the name of the old He Shouwu. Although he is not the emperor now, it will be a matter of time before he becomes the emperor. He still has this confidence.

Following the direction pointed by He Shou Wu, Cheng Hao and Long Ma looked around, and saw a half-meter-high purple tower on the road ahead, quietly standing there, like an eternal blue sky sinking, vicissitudes and atmosphere. , Flowing inexplicable machine.

Longma knew the goods, and subconsciously wanted to rush forward and **** the purple pagoda away, but he just ran forward a few steps before he stopped in cold sweat.

Here is a dead place full of murderous intent, rushing forward rashly, even the quasi-emperor has to die, the purple pagoda is in front of no one to pick it up, maybe it is in the great emperor's killing array.

"If the embryo of a high-grade artifact is tempered and carved in the hands of the emperor, perhaps the power can exert the power of the low-grade artifact, but it was unexpectedly left here."

This purple pagoda is half a meter high and is cast by a magical material that Cheng Hao can't name, but it doesn't even have a Dao pattern on it. It seems that the master of this pagoda has just tempered it into shape and died unexpectedly. The road disappeared.

Sure enough, everyone didn't walk far forward and saw a pile of flesh and blood. This was another corpse of the Emperor Zhun. Obviously, the purple pagoda before was his.

He stripped off a few drops of Zhundi's blood on the purple pagoda, and with a wave of his sleeve, Cheng Hao placed this pagoda with great growth potential in his hands.

After carefully observing the purple pagoda in his hand, Cheng Hao pointed it together into a sword. The index finger and **** suddenly pierced into the tower body.

Chi Chi!

There was a sound of glass shattering, and with Cheng Hao's fingers as the center, cracks spread from the purple pagoda.

However, when Cheng Hao withdrew his hand from the tower, an invisible force dissipated from the pagoda. The pagoda seemed to have the ability to remember and repair itself. In a moment, the cracks and holes on the tower recovered. , Exactly the same as it was at the beginning, flowing with a purple halo, exuding a simple and vicissitudes of life.

"Yes, the hardness is average, but it's grass-tolerant, and it hasn't been branded with the Dao pattern, so it can be used as a magic material to integrate into my Haotian Tower and improve its level."

With a thought, the Haotian Pagoda flew out silently, and then exuded a force of suction, and took the purple pagoda in as a whole. Cheng Hao even separated a part of his spiritual thoughts and entered the Haotian Pagoda, continuously punching out one. Dao Yin Jue, began to refine this purple pagoda.

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