Seeing the huge tidal wave formed by the collision of the Primordial Divine Sea and the Phoenix Monster Beast, Xue Tu was dumbfounded. He only felt that Zhang Ruochen's outstanding and stalwart figure at this moment made him, a true god, impressed.

too strong!

Is this a messenger in the legend?

Henggu origin, spokesperson in the red dust?

Xuetu suddenly felt that as a god, he should have a pursuit and goal to capture the profound meaning, be an envoy, and be a master god. But thinking that I was still working on a supreme holy artifact, my mood suddenly fell to the bottom.

The monks of the Yan Luo tribe, as long as they were still sober, were shocked by Zhang Ruochen's burst of power, realizing that the most amazing and brilliant figure of this era had officially taken off for nine days, and had the right to speak in this world.

With such power, which force dare to despise?

"This is the power of the Origin Messenger?"

Yan Wushen's eyes were blurred, and he sighed quietly.

In the Temple of Origin, he also got part of the Profound Meaning of Origin, but there was no one percent, and there was still a gap between the Envoy of Origin. And this disparity in the number of the origins and meanings has become the gap between his and Zhang Ruochen's combat power.

However, Yan Wushen was an extraordinary figure after all, and his mood quickly calmed down.

Because he knew a truth, the spirit of the gods must be at the end of their cultivation base and spiritual will, possessing the identity of the origin messenger, but temporarily walking to the front.

Chi Yao knew very well that even if Zhang Ruochen was the origin messenger, he had only just mastered this power, and the dragon-shaped monster and the phoenix monster were both terribly powerful, and he could not contend now.

So, with an air of air, she rolled up the monks of the Yan Luo tribe and rushed into the glass curtain of the heavenly gate.

Being repulsed by a tiny human, the phoenix creepy beast was angry, its feathers burned with black flames, and a metal-like claw grabbed Zhang Ruochen straight.

Zhang Ruochen put his hands together, his mental power was completely released, and he controlled the origin and the rules of origin.

"Wow!"

A pure white and flawless original **** lotus blooms in the air.

Flowers are like the world, vast and vague.

"Boom!"

The phoenix's claws fell, and they bumped against the original **** lotus. Suddenly, two completely different forces, black and white, sprayed outwards, shaking the glass light curtain of the heavenly gate.

Zhang Ruochen took this opportunity to fly into the gate of heaven with his energy.

The phoenix crooked beast and the dragon-shaped crooked beast that caught up one step later shrank and turned into two giants tens of meters in height. However, one had a dragon head and the other had a crested head.

They were obviously very jealous of Tianmen, hesitating, not knowing whether they should pursue it.

"Gumah!"

There was a strange cry.

The huge skull of the ghost-like monster, suspended in a black ghost cloud, appeared above the phoenix monster and the dragon-shaped monster.

The Dark Abyss is strictly hierarchical.

The phoenix sly beast and the dragon-shaped sly beast immediately knelt on one knee and saluted the skull.

"call!"

Unexpected things happened to the phoenix monster and the dragon-shaped monster, a stray wind swept over them, their bodies were uncontrollable, and they flew into the ghost-like monster's mouth.

"Oh!"

"Qiang Qiang!"

The roar of dragons and phoenixes kept ringing.

The phoenix sly beast and the dragon-shaped sly beast use their own methods to show their body, breathe out divine fire, and constantly struggle to contend with the skull.

However, after a while, they were still swallowed by the skull. At the moment they entered their mouths, they were squeezed by the powerful and divine power of ghosts and beasts, their dragon and phoenix bodies exploded and turned into two black blood qi.

Xiao Hei was hiding thousands of miles away from Tianmen, scared so that the cat's hair stood upright, like a hedgehog's head.

"It's too cruel, it's swallowed together with the kind, it's inhuman! No, they are not of the same kind, and it is not a human. But it is too strong, a mouth, it swallowed the dragon and the phoenix. No wonder even the Five Qing Sects back then Can't keep a ghost and monster."

Xiao Hei had already come near Tianmen, had it not been for the dragon, phoenix, and monster beasts, it would have rushed to join Zhang Ruochen and the others.

Farther away, there are other gods hiding in the dark to see this scene. No way, dragons, phoenixes, monsters and skulls are too big, and one mouth can hold hundreds of mountains.

The ghost-like beast did not chase into the heavenly gate, and turned into a ghost cloud and disappeared into the darkness.

Xiao Hei lay down on the ground for a long time, feeling that he was about to become a cat. He was sure that the ghost and beast had left, and then he slowly stood up and rushed towards the gate of heaven.

It had already recognized the two Tianzhus as the former Tianmen.

Since the Tianmen is here, there may be relics of the Middle Ancient Sacred World in the Tianmen.

...

Under the gate of heaven, the holy light shines and the star core is shining, reflecting the sky blue.

However, entering Tianmen is another scene.

In front of me was an ancient and strange huge building, taller than two sky pillars, exuding a breath of vicissitudes, with a primitive ancient charm.

In the building, there are silver horns hundreds of meters long, which are used as cornice beams. Xue Tu recognized it as the unicorn of an extinct ancient beast.

There is a thousand-mile-long dragon bone, which runs across the third floor of the building. To this day, the dragon bone still exudes a strong evil spirit.

The sacred stone was polished into a pillar, supporting the main beam of the building.

This pillar alone is priceless.

Xuetu rushed up, but was dragged by Zhang Ruochen.

It's too weird here. With such a huge building, you can't see the top or the side. In what Zhang Ruochen can see, there are only the Temple of Truth and the Temple of Destiny, which are really weird.

If the sacred stone pillar is so easy to take away, it has been taken away by Yin Xuetian and Yan Huanyu who have been here, how could it still be here?

While Zhang Ruochen and others were observing the surrounding environment, an old man with a weak spiritual power in the Supreme Realm showed obsessive expression on his face, a little sluggish, and slowly walked towards the huge building ahead.

Yan Wushen immediately yelled: "Come back!"

Just when he wanted to shoot and pull him back. The supremely old man, full of black smoke, the black smoke became thicker and thicker, and finally turned into a scorched corpse and fell to the ground.

A great sage of the supreme realm was killed instantly.

No one even knew what happened just now? What killed him?

He looked like a woman and felt that Zhang Ruochen was preventing him from getting rich. Seeing this scene, he suddenly gasped, his throat twisted, and he stepped back.

"What happened? What happened just now?"

"Why did Yu Lao die suddenly? Is it a curse?"

"The power of time?"

"This place is too weird. It is impossible for Mr. Yu to walk forward for no reason. Maybe he was caught in an illusion."

...

At this time, a voice came from behind, saying, "It's not a curse, time force, or illusion. It's witchcraft!"

Everyone looked back.

Xiao Hei walked in across the gate, dressed in a black robe and cloak, cruel, strode forward, and said, "You group of shallow monks, don’t you recognize the building standing in front of you? , Is it the witch hall recorded in "The Complete Book of Ancient Witches"?"

Afterwards, Xiao Hei came to the scorched corpse and said, "This is caused by black magic. In this magic, no matter how high your cultivation level and how strong your blood is, your life will be exhausted in a very short time. , Blood flow mourning."

Xue Tudao: "In Minggu, the rules of heaven and earth have changed, and the universe is no longer suitable for practicing witchcraft. It is difficult for witchcraft monks to become a big climate. Who can kill a supreme saint?"

Yan Ting said, "That's right! The sorcerer has disappeared into the long river of history in Minggu, just like the Qiqir."

"What do you know? The emperor has read thousands of books, traveled thousands of miles, and has knowledge that you juniors can compare?"

Afterwards, Xiao Hei stretched out his hand and pointed at the nine bronze tripods beneath the ancient building in the distance.

The bronze tripod, ten thousand meters high, is as big as a mountain.

The thick layer of green rust on the tripod conceals the original pictures and texts on the tripod. However, you can still see that there is a statue on each bronze cauldron, in the form of a human or a half-man, half-animal.

It's just that the rust is too deep to see clearly.

Xiao Hei said: "This is the legendary Jiuding, refined by the Nine Great Ancestor Witches. The world of Jiuding Town is divided into nine major directions in the universe. With the catastrophes from the end of ancient times to the beginning of Minggu, the Witch Palace collapsed and Jiuding Also disappeared into the world, sorcerer was completely in decline, and it was no longer an opponent of Qi Qi."

When the word "jiuding" was mentioned, all the monks present were shocked.

Jiuding is so famous that it has left legends in the eternal immortal world and the ten tribes of hell, and it is the real supreme artifact in the universe.

In ancient times, I don't know how many heavenly powerhouses have consulted ancient books and spent their entire lives searching for the whereabouts of Jiuding.

Those who win the Jiuding command the world, all races to obey, and the heavens worship.

Xuetu didn't believe that the Jiuding in front of him was the legendary Jiuding. He raised the bar with Xiao Hei and said, "Since you said that the Witch Palace has collapsed, why has it appeared here again?"

Xiao Hei glared over, and said: "How many Yuanhui has Minggu past? The collapse of the Witch Palace is a recognized legend, but the legend is not necessarily true. When the real Witch Palace, it stands in front of you. , Would you still believe in legends? You don’t even understand the truth that seeing is believing and hearing is not. How did you cultivate to the realm of gods?"

"You speak with respect," Yan Ting said.

Xiao Hei grinned, too lazy to care about her.

Everyone had believed a little bit, because the aura from Jiuding and ancient buildings was indeed too old to speak, not like something in the past tens of thousands of years.

This is so exciting!

If the news is spread out, I am afraid that a god-level existence will personally come to the deserted ancient and abandoned city.

Zhang Ruochen stared at one of the bronze cauldrons and found that its shape was somewhat similar to that of the Jade Emperor Ding, the ancestral artifact of the Zhang family. However, the outlines are similar, and other places are very different. Even the number of Ding Zu and Ding Er are different.

All the monks, including Chi Yao, Xuetu, and Yan Wushen, were observing Jiuding, and were eager to try, wanting to get closer to the past.

But the previous Supreme Realm old man died strangely, making them very cautious, not daring to move forward.

Zhang Ruochen's mentality is quite flat, and he doesn't believe that the real Jiuding will be placed here so casually. He asked Xiao Hei, "When you came in just now, did you see a dragon-shaped monster and a phoenix-shaped monster?"

"I saw it, I was beaten away by the emperor!"

Xiao Hei waved his hand gently, looking like a little thing and a different thing.

Zhang Ruochen stared at it.

Xiao Hei was a little impatient, and said: "What is your look? Even if you don't believe in the strength of the emperor, you should believe in the cultivation of the ice emperor? How can there be only one ice soul cold bead in the emperor? Besides, the emperor If you didn't beat them, how could you get in?"

It deliberately raised its voice so that the monks and blood slaughter of the Yan Luo tribe could hear it.

Xuetu's face really changed, and he sighed in his heart: "The treatment of disciples and sons is really different. If I were the son of the **** of death, I would be able to get such a powerful hole card means. I hate to be born in the gods. Family!"