I have a passive skill.

It's like a spring breeze at the beginning, and it's like a thunderstorm later.

Like Hong Zhong Dalu, the Dao sound rang in the souls of the practitioners in the Yunlun Mountains, but what they got in return was the confusion of a large number of young people.

The difference is that...

When this voice fell into the ears of the stowaways, the eyes of this group of people instantly became hot and crazy.

"Holy secret?"

"Holy Secret Void Island?"

"This, is the holy relic belonging to the city of the sky?!"

With just one sound, countless people who knew about another special name of the Sky City, the "Holy Secret Void Island", understood that something big might happen next.

The power of the Holy Emperor became stronger after Daoyin.

The sentient beings were so oppressed that they couldn't breathe, but despite this wave of suppression, countless people still raised their heads, wanting to break through the mystery of the blood text on the golden scroll and get the favor of the "Holy Secret".

Unfortunately, nothing was found.

Vision becomes stronger.

In the East Heavenly King City, there were some people who were trembling at first, and knelt down on the ground for no reason.

Without waiting for the people beside him to laugh at him, the sound of "bang bang" can be heard endlessly, and the sound of knees hitting the ground can be heard all around him.

At this moment, no one dared to make any noise.

Either bow your head to pray, or raise your head to fight.

The spiritual masters exhausted their own means one by one, trying hard to find a way out, even an opportunity, from this "persecution".

The ancient text of the Holy Emperor Jinzhao, after the sky, no one can open their eyes to read it.

However, as Daoyin continued to chant, the bloody edicts lit up one by one.

At this moment, no matter how stupid they are, everyone understands that there is no need to read, just listen, and maybe they will be able to receive the power guidance of this holy edict in the future.

The Dao sound stopped, and then resumed.

It used to be Chenpu, but now it is Jingyin.

"I use... my blood... to cross the past...!"

After the accent, time and space rippled.

Suddenly, everyone seemed to see an ancient city floating in the clouds above the nine heavens thousands of years ago.

There are fairy sounds lingering, cranes and luan singing together, mist and clouds flowing, and holy gods singing.

But when the picture was wrong, the mottled and simple city in the sky above the East Heavenly King City came into view.

Decay, aging, moss, gravel...

In an instant, everyone understood what was going on.

The first picture is the original scene of Laputa in the sky.

The second screen is the status quo of Laputa in the sky.

And as the city in question, Sky City seemed to be endowed with a soul after this stressful sound, and it was filled with surging vitality.

The ancient city "Long" made a loud noise, breaking free from the shattered flow of space, like a wild horse running wild, and even the thick black chains of the sky like a pillar of the sky can no longer be held back, and it is about to rush out of time and space and fall to this place On the Holy Spirit Continent.

"God..."

The residents of Dongtianwang City were shocked.

What is this ability?

In a word, let the city of the sky stand up for you?

The point is that everyone is keenly aware of the self-proclaimed "I" in this sentence!

That is to say, this holy miracle is not the way of heaven manifesting, but someone summoning the power of the sky city?

Who?

With lowered eyes, the spiritual masters, who thought they didn't need to look at it, were surprised to find that the golden scroll covering the sky had expanded again at some point.

It's so big that even people from East Tianwang City and Yunlun Mountains can only see the tip of the iceberg of a certain stroke in a bloody ancient character when they look up.

"what happened?"

Giants are always frightening.

At this moment, the people in Dongtianwang City and Yunlun Mountains didn't know at all. After the two beeps, the location of the Holy Emperor Jinzhao Migai was no longer limited to this.

With the help of the corresponding power from the Void Island, it expanded to the entire Eastern Heaven Realm, and then rolled out to the Sword God Heaven of the Eastern Region, and even traveled through the whole of the Holy God Continent--the Five Realms!

In Siling Mountain in the central region, the so-called "Thunder Tribulation" of the holy site was cut off by the Holy Emperor Jinzhao.

The semi-sage Long Rong, who was in alchemy, raised his eyes in amazement, but saw that in the ancient characters of the imperial edict, there was a faint power of the same origin, which appeared in front of his eyes, like the half of the sky tree that he ate back then.

Osmanthus folds the holy mountain, screens and candles.

Hua Changdeng was half lying under the willow worshiped by the god of broken willows, suddenly there was a frightened light in his pitiful eyes, and the residual candle on the table in front of him flickered.

Suddenly.

The ghost hunter flew in, Hua Changdeng raised his eyes to look up at the sky, and the sword intent raged on the screen candle.

But seeing that it was the power of the emperor of Jinzhao from the sky, not the old man, he smiled lightly, shook his head and sighed, sighing with emotion, and then went back to lie down.

What he saw was the power of Jian Nian.

Under the four seas.

Limbs bound, wearing a prison uniform, a woman with a vulgar appearance that does not hide her beauty, raised her eyes in the water prison, and what she saw in her eyes also had the light of the Holy Emperor Jinzhao.

Unlike everyone else, what she sees is not power, much less light.

It was the man with a beard, a slovenly appearance, and a lot of turbid eyes under the ten thousand zhang light.

Two lines of clear tears poured into the water prison.

The woman's eyelashes trembled, and she closed her eyes silently, as if thinking of the beauty of the past, the pale corners of her lips were filled with an indescribable smile.

……

All things in the world raised their heads at this moment, and they were shocked to see the figure under that ray of light.

Even under the deep sea of ​​Guyinya, Jiang's semi-sage, Huang Quan, and the five declines of heaven and man are confronting each other, as well as Rao Yaoyao, Xu Xiaoshou, Mu Lin and others in front of the void gate.

No exception!

The Holy Emperor Jinzhao interrupted the progress of the world, so that everyone in the world must make room to listen to the words of guidance.

"The holy secret has been in the world for thousands of years, and I used my blood to cross the past..."

Xu Xiaoshou was still reminiscing about this sentence, thinking that it would take several months for him to reach the level of attracting the attention of all the people and raking everyone in the world.

Above the Nine Heavens, after the heavy accent of the Eight Monarchs, the lethargy was swept away, and a sharp edge that had not been seen for decades appeared in his eyes.

at the same time.

The last two lines of the ancient scriptures of the Holy Emperor Jinzhao suddenly lit up, echoing the voice in the ears of the world, making everyone understand that this voice...is not a holy voice, but a human being!

"One hundred generations will replace me with the eight masters, and I will use my order to summon the divine light!"

With a buzzing sound, golden light burst out.

The power of the Holy Emperor Jinzhao was fully activated by the bloody ancient script, and turned into a beam of nine-colored divine light, which fell from the sky and fell straight onto... the Guyin Cliff!

The eight gods are familiar with seeing nothingness, the turbidity and yellowness are no longer there, and as soon as the pupils are turned, their sights fall on Guyinya, where the divine light falls.

He took a deep breath, raised his sleeve robe in this direction, and said softly:

"Void Island, let's go."

Rumble!

The sound is certain, the chains of heaven can no longer restrain the city of the sky, and it shatters apart amidst the sound of puffing.

And the void island that has been floating above the East Heavenly King City for almost a month, and the ancient city on the island...

Finally, Buzhou Mountain tilted and fell in the direction of Guyin Cliff in the Yunlun Mountains, as if it had been knocked down.

this moment.

The sun and the moon panicked, and the world turned pale!

Lovin

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Tomb of swords buried in the Eastern Region.

Dongshan, which is worshiped by thousands of swordsmen, is like a huge edgeless sword, with the scabbard as the base, inserted upside down, but still soaring into the sky.

In Dongshan, sword intent is everywhere.

The voice of the singing is up and down, as if someone is singing an opera, with high spirits.

Until the scroll of golden light above the nine heavens retracted, the domineering Daoist voice finally disappeared, and the singing opera sound inside Dongshan also stopped.

"One hundred generations replaced me with eight masters...

"Tsk tsk, after being depressed for so long, I finally regained the unrestrained feeling of decades ago...

"I really miss it."

Wearing a costume, Wen Ting walked barefoot in the dim mountain, his tone full of nostalgia.

Not long after, the low weeping sound in the sword washing pool in the distance attracted attention. Wen Ting listened carefully for a while, with the corner of his mouth curled up, and walked quickly.

"Clap."

Stepping into the Sword Washing Pond, the water splashed everywhere.

Found the source of the weeping sound, it turned out to be a broken sword.

It stands to reason that all the swords stored in the Burial Sword Tomb are masterless swords, and the masters have either fallen or lost contact. Few defeated soldiers with remnant swords still maintain such a strong vitality after being abandoned.

But the broken sword in front of him was crying, and there were still water droplets on the sword.

I don't know if it was the water from the Sword Washing Pond splashed up, or it was really the iron sword that shed tears, which is rare in thousands of years.

Wen Ting squatted down with a smile, looked at the broken sword trembling in front of him, stretched out his hand, and flicked it lightly.

"Buzz!"

Broken Sword struggled violently, unbearable to be humiliated.

With a sneer on his face, Wen Ting said with a smile:

"Qingju, Qingju, why are you so stubborn?

"I asked you to find a new master and you didn't listen. Now it's all right. He's back, but you are abandoned. You may stay with me in this dark Dongshan for the rest of your life...

"Hahaha, funny, funny!"

"Woooooo!"

Broken Sword cried even more fiercely.

It really wanted to pull itself out, and flew up to slash the human in front of it with a sword.

However, if the sword in the Sword Washing Pool has no owner, it will never come out for life, and it will definitely not see the light.

"Tsk tsk tsk..."

Wen Ting clicked his lips and smiled devilishly.

Seeing that Broken Sword was crying harder, he took out a jade bottle and collected the water on Broken Sword's body drop by drop.

"Cry more, cry more...

"Jianlei, this is rare in a thousand years! I don't have many collections, you'd better cry harder for me."

bang bang bang --

Broken Sword couldn't bear the humiliation, and burst out with a strong sword intent. Even some rusted ancient swords in the sword washing pool couldn't bear it, and they shattered one after another.