The most difficult system to open in history

The ear-piercing and whistling wind, together with the falling boulders, continued to ravage the canyon. At the same time, the old monk who fell on the ground, using the light from the falling stones, Looking down, he was shocked.

He is not a fledgling ignorant person, on the contrary, he is well-informed, so when he saw the person in the pit for the first time, he immediately buried his whole body on the ground, not daring to look again.

High-ranking monks, especially the peerless overhauls at the level of the Ten Sages of the Holy Court Martial Palace, are very different from ordinary monks, just like mortals and gods.

How can mortals look down on gods?

Even gods who are on the verge of death are not allowed to profane!

Therefore, the old monk, who was in a violent shock, buried his head on the ground, and begged for mercy:

"Forgive me, Your Excellency, please forgive me, Xiaoxiu didn't mean to offend, so stay away."

A long time after the humble begging sound came out, the figure below did not respond at all, which made the old monk feel less panic, but he still crawled backwards.

But for some reason, a sense of grief and indignation suddenly surged in the heart of the old monk who was crawling backwards. In the next breath, his hands full of blood suddenly exerted force to stop his body in place, and then put the old head on the ground. Lift up little by little.

The fear in the eyes of the old monk has not disappeared, because in the land of Taixuan, the fear of high-ranking monks has already been deeply rooted, almost deep in his bones, but at this moment, he chose to use his mortal body to directly Behold the high gods.

Then he found that the god in front of him was dying, and even the eyes that contained the coercion of the law were already lax.

In the next breath, a strong look of madness flashed in the eyes of the old man. He climbed up directly from the ground and jumped towards the pothole in front. At the same time, a voice came out:

"This Akashi belongs to the old man, I just want to get back my own things!"

As soon as the words fell, the old man walked towards the bright stone emitting light in the pit step by step, but after a few breaths, his footsteps stopped immediately, because in a short while, one figure after another suddenly stepped out of the void and appeared in the pit edge.

At the same time, the Wushuang aura oscillating from the inside to the outside of these figures suddenly overwhelmed the four directions, and pressed the old monk to the ground again. After a muffled groan, he couldn't move and fell into a coma.

And the moment before the old man fell into a coma, a somewhat complicated exclamation sounded in his ears:

"We really shouldn't underestimate the overhaul of the ten philosophers of the Holy Court Martial Palace. His combat power is almost the same as that of Nantian Wang Xiliu back then. If it weren't for the fact that you and I have made a lot of progress in cultivation over the years, we might have been besieged by him escape."

After Jiang Yue's cold and stern voice fell, he raised his hand and waved lightly towards the bottom. A wave of blood gushed out from the void and spread outward, covering the entire surrounding gorge space with a blood barrier. live.

In the next breath, Xu Qing, who was standing proudly on the edge of the pit, was surrounded by green wind, slowly raised the golden longbow in her hand, hooked the bowstring with her right hand and pulled it away.

Then within the mist, an eagle's cry suddenly sounded, and immediately above the golden bow, an arrow of wind was condensed, pointing directly at the center of Bo Tai's eyebrows below, billowing murderous intent, rushing out like a tide.

In this world's top wind duel, Xu Qing had the last laugh!

Therefore, at this time, she only needs to let go of the bowstring, and blast the last arrow among the thousands of arrows into Bo Yan's eyebrows below, and Bo Yan's life can be completely ended.

In this way, the Fengxing who killed the purest blood of the Fengbo clan will become the new master of countless winds in this world.

On the other hand, Xu Qing, who has been recognized by the entire law of heaven and earth, will also take a crucial step in her realm!

For a long time, because of the different practice systems, the taboos in Daxia have long been unable to be measured by the realm of the land of taixuan.

Because they are not affected by the laws of the Taixuan world, what they really rely on behind them is the world of ancient ruins in Zhao Yuzhihai.

But they have always set their feet on the land of Taixuan Land, so if Xu Qing at this time takes the step recognized by the world of Taixuan Land, no one knows what will happen in the end, but it will definitely happen. will be earth-shattering.

Arrows condensed from the ancient wind radiated extremely violent fluctuations outwards, and even the dense fog that approached from the surrounding area all led outwards to evade.

At the same time, there seemed to be two completely different winds roaring in the whole world. One roared, as if welcoming the crowning of the new master of wind, while the other screamed with sorrow and unwillingness, but with infinite despair .

This is the glory that belongs to the wind of heaven and earth, and it is about to end completely and open a completely different new chapter, but Xu Qing's hand holding the bowstring has not let go.

Although Xu Qingying's eyes under her angry eyebrows were still steady, her tightly pursed lips revealed the hesitation in the former's heart.

The taboos of the Radiant Army around him, including Jiang Yue, who was standing in front of him with a big sword in his hand, didn't speak, but quietly waited for the windrunner in front of him to make a choice.

This is not an easy choice, because it involves all aspects.

In the eerie silence, the wind of desolation continued to howl. The time passed by second by second. After about thirty breaths, Xu Qing suddenly put away the green bow in her hand, and turned away without hesitation.

Then its cool and calm voice resounded in the darkness of the canyon:

"Take back the team and give his life to the Central Government, because they need this head more than I do."

Chapter 1798 Bo Ting, dead

In the life of the creatures of heaven and earth, they will face many choices, some for themselves and some for others.

Practice is not easy, and chances are even more rare. Many times, if you miss it once, it may be difficult to meet again in your life.

Therefore, in the gorge at this time, for any decision of the windrunner Xu Qing, whether it is to shoot Bo Yan directly between the eyebrows and become the new master of wind in this world, or give up the head to the central government as it is now. country, and the compatriots around the Radiant Army all support it.

In the silent canyon, as Xu Qing retracted the bow, the dazzling green light dissipated, and the billowing darkness invaded again.

In the next breath, after the bitter breath belonging to the ancient wind disappeared completely, Jiang Yue, holding the big sword with both hands, looked down at Bo Yan who was lying on his back in the pothole of the earth, and said with an exclamation voice:

"Xu Sicheng sacrificed himself for the country. If he came down to make a decision, it might not be so easy. After all, such an opportunity for taboos like us is really too rare.

"If it is recognized by this world. Maybe you can try to cross the Nine Heavens Tower and climb the bridge of heaven and earth that is the dream of Taixuan cultivators."

After the words fell, Jiang Yue took back the air of refined iron from his body, raised his hand and drew the blood crystal sword, and the voice of Blood Demon Li Yi sounded in his ear:

"Xu Sicheng is right, whether it is the Central Shangguo who is being suppressed and beaten now, or the third prince Yin Wen who has been dormant in Sleeping Tiger County for so long, they all need Boba's head.

"Central Shangguo has taken great pains for this operation, and even used the nails that have been planted in Tiance Palace for so many years. If nothing is obtained, it will definitely be a heavy blow."

"So they need to give an explanation to the people of the entire Shang Kingdom and all the bloody fighters on the front line, and what can boost morale than a major repair of the ten philosophers of Shengtingwu Palace?"

Immediately after Jiang Yue's response came out, the figures of the radiant soldiers standing proudly beside the pit slowly disappeared at the same time, as if they had never appeared before.

In the next breath, darkness and silence continued to fill around the pothole. In fact, except for this small area, the rest of the entire gorge was extremely chaotic at this time.

After all, the impact of the previous earthquake was huge, and most of the monks were still in a state of shock, and then more and more silky mist, like an enchantment, cut this area apart.

Suddenly, a painful voice resounded next to the pit, and then under the light of Akashi, the old monk who was fainted by the momentum before opened his mouth and let out a muffled grunt, then slowly opened his eyes.

Then the old monk raised his hand to prop up his still trembling body, looked around, with a deep bewilderment still on his face.

"In the end what happened?"

The murmured voice came out, and the memory flooded in like a flood. The old man's face changed wildly, and he turned his head suddenly, looking at Bo Yan in the pit.

But perhaps it was fate, for this poor old monk tonight, it was destined not to be peaceful.

In the next breath, the void beside the old man vibrated again, crackling sounds, together with space cracks that shattered like spider webs, appeared directly.

Moments later, the entire void shattered not far from the old man, and a vast aura came out of the void, instantly blowing the old monk away.

"Bang!"

After a soft sound, the old man who was blown away for the second time slammed hard on the nearby mountain, groaned in pain, and slid down.

"The sky is making fun of this old man!"

The old monk raised his head and let out a roar, opened his crimson eyes, fixedly staring at the cracks in space that were constantly shattering and opening in front of him.

In the next breath, a domineering and noble golden light came out from behind the crack in the space, and at the same time, there was an extremely domineering dragon's power gushing out.

"Roar!"

After the golden glow blasted out, there seemed to be an extremely ancient and vast dragon roar in the old man's ears, and then a figure surrounded by golden glow stepped out of the void.

The third prince of the Central Shang Kingdom, Yin Wen!

Compared with the gentle scholar period before, the third prince Yin Wen at this time has completely lost his gentleness, and the majesty is exuding outwards from his tall and straight body.

What is even more frightening is that at this time Yin Wen was surrounded by a phantom of a platinum-colored dragon soul, so majestic that no one dared to look directly at him.

The next moment, the pale dragon spirit hovering above Yin Wen's body sensed the presence of the old man, and directly raised his head to watch.

That was a vast gaze that the old monk had never experienced in his life!

In the next breath, under the gaze of the dragon soul, the old man only felt that he was in the ancient dragon's lair, and the overwhelming dragon's majesty was slapped on his head like a huge wave, and he passed out gorgeously once again.

"Yin Wen, this Boba has only his last breath left."

Afterwards, the blue dragon lingering around the third prince of the Central Kingdom turned his eyes back, and stared at the dying Bo Yan in the pit, and the ancient voice continued to sound:

"In the middle of the journey, someone was able to find the trace of Bo Yan, and then captured and killed him. Who is it?"

The voice of the ancient dragon soul was full of disbelief, but the handsome face of the third prince Yin Wen was extremely calm.

Then his golden eyes stared closely at the center of Bo Yan's eyebrows below, the arrow wound that almost penetrated the entire center of the eyebrows, and a young and steady voice came out:

"In the entire Wushanhai, and even in the land of Taixuan, there is only one family that can kill a ninth scholar of the Holy Court Martial Palace without a sound, and at the same time leave a breath to send the head of the prince."

After finishing speaking, Yin Wen stretched out his right hand and held it facing the sky. The pale ancient dragon behind him opened his mouth and spat forward. Then, a long sword with blue flames was spit out from the ancient dragon's mouth, and was held in the former's hand.

"The Wushanhai is indeed a good terrain suitable for killing people, and this time, my Central Shangguo owes him a big favor."

The voice fell, and the third prince Yin Wen, holding the sword, jumped forward lightly, directly into the hole where Bo Ba was lying, and at the same time lifted the sword forward, from top to bottom, and swiped in front of him. .

Accompanied by a light sound, the void in front of Bo Yan was completely cut open, and at the same time, the enchantment that the Radiant Army had placed outside the former body was cut open.

Behind this enchantment, Bo Yan opened his eyes and remained motionless. There were countless deep wounds on his huge body, leaking out the last trace of original power.

"This prince and the Central Kingdom both need your head."

A faint voice came out of Yin Wen's mouth, and then the young prince of the Shang Kingdom no longer hesitated, raised his sword above his head, and slashed at the neck of Bo Yan in front of him.

The scholar beheads the immortal god!

A moment later, there was an earth-shattering thunder in the entire foggy mountains and seas, followed by countless gusts of wind roaring and howling at the same time, and the heavy rain that had stopped pouring down again.

Amid the thunder and wind, Yin Wen, the third prince of the Central Shang Kingdom, stood proudly holding a sword, then he bent down, picked up Bo Yan's head, and raised his head to the sky to let out a roar:

"The ninth philosopher of the Holy Court Martial Palace, Bo Yan, die!"

Chapter 1799 Zixiao Thunder

It is late at night, but people are not quiet, not only people are not quiet, this majestic city named Shangxiao is also shrouded in extremely strong murderous intent.

At some point, the five huge city gates of Shangxiao City crashed down under the heavy rain, blocking the city from the outside world, and at the same time, blocking the countless creatures coming from outside the city.

All of a sudden, there were complaints everywhere, and countless citizens of the Central Kingdom who were waiting to enter the city began to roar and question, but they did not receive any response.

"Let us go in, why close the city gate?"

"That's right, quickly open the city gates. The monarch of the Shang Kingdom once issued an order that Shangxiao City must not be closed. You are blatantly disobeying the laws of the Shang Kingdom."

Loud roars rang out under the heavy rain outside the city, but the towering city walls were still pitch black, and what was even more strange was that no matter how they shouted, not even a garrison from Shangxiao City appeared.

"This situation is wrong. Although Shangxiao City is not famous for its military strength, the defense force of Shang Kingdom in this city is not weak.

"As far as I know, there are at least four elite legions stationed there. Why is no one on the city wall now?"

Just below the city wall in the middle of Shangxiao City, a middle-aged man in brocade clothes raised his head, raised the umbrella in his hand, and stared at the dark city wall in front of him, which was bigger than the mountains. The voice continued:

"No, this situation is too weird, something must have happened in the city."

After the voice fell, an exceptionally tall and burly monk behind the man stepped forward and said in a low voice:

"Patriarch, do you want to ask the ancestors for instructions and go directly to the city?"

"As soon as the word Dengcheng came out, the expression of the middle-aged man changed slightly, and he blurted out:

"We have an iron law in the state. No monk is allowed to cross the city wall to climb the city without permission, especially in a top-level city like Shangxiao. Getting caught is a proper death sentence."

"But the law also said that you can't seal the city in the sky, isn't this city also sealed? Besides, with the order of the ancestors, are you afraid that someone will execute you?"

The response from the brawny monk came out, and the brocade-clothed man's expression froze, he couldn't say a word for a long time, then he looked up again, and after a long time, he said:

"Don't disturb the ancestors, wait and see, there are so many monks who want to enter the city, there should be some forces who want to see what happened in Shangxiao City, let them investigate first.

"The old ancestor came all the way from Tangdu. He didn't rest for a moment on the road, and finally fell asleep just now. Let her sleep for a while."

After the voice fell, the strong man nodded, but there was a dignified look in his eyes as he stared at the dark city wall in front of him.

Time passed by every minute and every second, but the atmosphere under the heavy rain became more and more oppressive.

Until now, almost all the people who were locked up outside the city already knew that something big and unknown must have happened in Shangxiao City at this time.

At the same time, almost everyone's heart began to be filled with a layer of haze. The city wall that reached into the sky in front of them seemed to be collapsing directly, smashing down hard on the top of their heads, making people shudder.

Sometimes what is frightening is not the earth-shattering roar and explosion, but the soundless silence and silence.

"What happened in Shangxiao City, why is Benxiu a little flustered?"

A murmuring voice came from the mouth of the middle-aged man in Jinyi, and then he turned around and walked backwards, continuing to speak as he walked:

"I have to find my ancestor. This time I escorted my ancestor to Shangxiao City to stabilize the morale of the army. If something happens to Shangxiao City, everything will be in vain."

As soon as Jin Yi's middle-aged voice fell, under the heavy rain in front of him, an extremely old voice sounded directly:

"You kneel down to the old man!"

There was an extremely strong majesty in this old voice, which made the complexion of the middle-aged man in brocade clothes change. He didn't care about holding an umbrella, and hurriedly knelt down on his knees and bowed to the front. A respectful voice came out: