The giant tower reaches the sky.

Various textures are everywhere on the Xuanhuang Tower, and the scenery of mountains, rivers and mountains, and the shadows of the sun, moon and stars are faintly visible, which contains an indescribable Taoist connotation.

Looking at it from afar, an unspeakable touch arose in my heart, as if I saw the great way.

The breath of this step may not be as good as the supreme treasure they had seen, but its path is vigorous and life-like, which means that its master is still there.

This is incomparable to any supreme treasure.

The most precious treasure is like the Tao, and the way of death exists, but there is no chance to move forward. This tower may not be as fashionable as the supreme treasure, but its owner is still there, so there are infinite possibilities.

"The Xuanhuang Qi? Isn't this the mother Qi of all things that can be condensed by only the supreme?"

Chu Yunyang's pupils shrank, and his heart was shocked.

The mysterious yellow sky is the vast universe, and the mysterious yellow air is also called the mother air of all things. It is said that it contains the origin of heaven and earth, and only the supreme can absorb the condensed breath.

It is also the main material for refining the Supreme Treasure.

In addition to the Supreme, even if you hold the top king, you must hold the Supreme Treasure in your hand to gain a small amount of this breath from the world.

At this moment, I saw a Tongtian Bao Pagoda with the condensed Xuanhuang Mother Qi!

Even though the people present were well-informed, their expressions changed slightly. Even though the Yuanyang King had already entered the top king-winning field a thousand years ago, it was also driven by the Golden Bell of the Great Times.

It is impossible to absorb so much Xuanhuang maternal energy in a thousand years. Not to mention thousands of years, ten thousand years, or hundreds of thousands of years!

This is not a matter of time...

“Not all.”

Qu Yun's eyes moved: "There are other divine golds in it, but there are too many..."

Over the past thousand years, this Yuanyang King "borrowed" spiritual materials from many sects in Dongzhou, but the Xuanhuang Tower contained so much divine gold.

I'm afraid it's more than anything else in the entire Dongzhou.

Unless he has the ability to create divine gold or refine other spiritual treasures into divine gold, how can he collect so much divine gold?

Everyone's hearts were shocked, but Feng Xinglie seemed to have not realized it. He walked in front of everyone, took one step forward, and had already arrived in front of the Tower of Tongtian.

Everyone followed suit.

I just saw that there was still someone sitting quietly in front of me. He was there all the time, but everyone was shocked by the Xuanhuang Tongtian Tower, which was not bad for a while.

At this moment, I was a little calmer and saw the old man lingering under the rays of light.

The man's hair and beard are all white, his body is hunched and thin, his face, with his eyes closed and his concentration, was full of ravines, and he was so old that he looked dissatisfied.

But everyone looked at it and they all felt it was true.

This person was recognized by someone present.

"Yingsan..."

Someone whispered, but it was Zhao Zhen, who had seen Yingsan climbing the mountain to pay homage to King Yuanyang, a thousand years ago.

He felt solemn and even a little incredible.

Is Yingsan, who was about to die a thousand years ago, still alive? Even if he had taken the fruit of the root of the immortal soul, this was a bit bizarre.

Sometimes life expectancy ends, and looking at his appearance, it doesn’t look like he lives in the second life as a legend. How could he prolong his life for a thousand years at the end of his life?

"San Master Ying, are you still alive?"

Seeing the old man, Feng Xinglie's face moved slightly and he spoke, but he seemed to recognize Ying San.

Yingsan sat cross-legged like a mountain, slowly opened his eyes, and his slightly turbid eyes fell on Feng Xinglie's body: "Young friend Feng has made me feel ashamed of his own."

A thousand years ago, or even three thousand years ago, Yingsan, which was approaching the threshold of heaven, was naturally rare in the world.

You can see the windy state at this moment at a glance.

There is praise and sadness in my heart.

"You are just born at the wrong time. If you are born three thousand years later, your achievements may be even greater than me."

The wind was strong and sighed slightly.

Yingsan is undoubtedly a legendary figure of a generation. He was approaching the threshold for being a king three thousand years ago. If it weren't for the changes in heaven and earth, he would have been a king long ago.

"It's time and life, there's nothing to say."

Yingsan shook his head slightly, swept over the people who were walking slowly before stepping, and said, "I know the purpose of you. Although I practice here, I will not stop you. The Tower of Tongtian is behind you. You are very sure of it."

"Ying Sanye."

Zhao Zhen's heart moved and said, "Is King Yuanyang on the top of the tower?"

"Maybe there, maybe not."

Ying San's eyes were deep, and there was a slight sense of awe: "The Yuanyang King's great dream of practicing forever, and he has been sleeping for thousands of years. Although I have been here for many years, I don't know where he is."

"A great dream will last forever, sleep for a thousand years?"

Everyone's hearts were filled with movement: "What kind of magical power is this?"

Practitioners do not need to sleep, and they will not think that beings like the Yuanyang King really need to sleep, but they are afraid that they are practicing great powers in their dreams.

But this great dream lasts forever, what kind of magical power is it?

Could it be that you can still dream of the Middle Ages and ancient times?

"There may be an answer after entering the tower."

Yingsan said, slowly closing his eyes and ignoring everyone's inquiries.

“This space…”

When everyone asked Yingsan, another young man stepped into this place. After slight sense, his brows frowned: "It seems something is wrong..."

"Holy Son of Mingyue 'Qi Suming', is he here too?"

Chu Yunyang looked back at the person coming and frowned slightly.

"Qi Suming" is a man with great talent and not old age. It is said that the great elder of the Mingyue Holy Land Qi Yu gave birth to Lin'er who had been enlightened by the secrets of heaven for many years and was born at the most appropriate time.

Of course, "Qi Suming" is just one of them. The elder Qi planted thousands of cloth at a time and gave birth to nearly 10,000 children at a time.

"Qi Suming" is the most talented one. According to legend, he inherited the mantle of the Holy Land of Mingyue and was able to communicate with the treasure "Mingyue". He is already the Holy Lord of Mingyue.

"What did Brother Qi find? But is there something wrong here?"

Someone recognized "Qi Suming", noticed something strange, and asked.

Qi Suming shook his head slightly: "Maybe I've read it wrong, I always feel that something is staring at me in this void..."

"Um?"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone was shocked, and then powerful wills were aroused, sweeping through the void everywhere, but gaining nothing.

But no one would think that Qi Suming was talking nonsense, and they were all careful in their hearts. Someone asked Ying San, but they did not receive a response.

"Xuanhuang Tongtian thirty-six, can you see you only after you cross it..."

Feng Xingliu talked to himself slightly, not even caring whether there was any danger in the tower. When many people were shocked and thought, one of them stepped into the open tower gate.

Buzz ~

One step forward, it’s different.

It seemed like a bronze bell rang directly in my heart, and the buzzing sounded throughout the heart. In a trance, the wind seemed to feel the flowing breath of time.

Magical and mysterious.

For more than a thousand years, he has long been used to tearing the void, but this feeling is completely different.

This is not a transformation of the void. He felt the strong breath of time, as if he had traveled through time and space.

"Huh~"

Feng Xinglie pinched it casually, pulled out a breath from the void, and murmured: "This is the breath of ancient times..."

A thousand years of change of life, let alone 30 million years?

From myths to ancient times, from ancient times to ancient times, the world has its unique imprint and breath throughout the long years.

The strong can tell from the breath that everything comes from and from what era.

Buzz ~

The hazy distorted fog dissipated in front of your eyes.

Everything outside the world gradually reflected in Feng Xinglie's eyes. At first glance, his pupils couldn't help but shrink.

"This, this is Guanghai?!"

A sound full of shock and incredible sounded, and Chu Yunyang's expression changed drastically, and he felt shocked.

The scene in front of him shocked Chu Yunyang's heart, as if he was in a dream.

I saw a bright moon in the sky in the night, and the 180,000 miles below it was a slight silhouette of the "Broad Sea". The lights were bright and divine light shining.

Although it is night, it is even more lively than the day.
To be continued...