It wanted to get out of the cage, but the walls were too strong to mix with golden lightning, and the golden thunderbolt was able to melt the armor when it touched the back of the basalt. This was not a good thing for Xuanwu, who was fading and simple lines were disappearing.

When the body meets Jin Lei, it will melt the ice and snow.

It can't wait to die.

At that moment, Xuantian Sword, which was stuck in Xuanwu's back armor, emitted a beam of light.

At first the light was not strong, and there was only low light in the darkness.

Then, the strong aura gradually recovered from the Sky Sword.

The brightness of the Xuantian Sword is getting stronger and stronger. It gradually changes from an insignificant light to an extremely dazzling sun, which makes people dare not look directly at it.

Then the huge snake body, which was thousands of meters long, gradually unfolding, revealing the endless light of the Xuantian Sword.

"I'll thunder!"

At some point, the sword's brightness reached its maximum, just like the hot sun illuminating all the darkness, and then a loud bang fell from the sky, and the sound around it suddenly stopped.

The voice is very low, accompanied by some changes and sadness, and it is more like a sound from endless floods and waste, vaguely revealing the vast and desolate emotions.

The voice seemed to come from tens of thousands of years ago. He did not speak to another person, but went through an era countless years later. His tone was boring, and he had no emotions.

He represents a complete era. He looks down from one end of the year to the other.

As the sound rang out, the sound around suddenly stopped.

Even the storm in the thunderstorm pool subsided.

"well..."

Then a heavy sigh rang out.

Then the entire Thunder Pool turned over, and countless thunderbolts exploded. The dark thunder in the depths of the Thunder Pool was splashed out, forming hundreds of feet of lightning columns on the water surface. A crack appeared on the golden Thunder Pool wall, which was trapped in basalt.

Who is this man?! This sense of power is just a huge horror in the world.

Fang Quan's heart was a little furry, you know, just a sigh, even causing the entire Thunder Pool to overturn and almost overturn.

Fang Quan knew the horror of the golden thunder. Under the man's sigh, the thunder wall containing a trace of golden thunder was definitely comparable to the mighty of ancient times.

"Unexpectedly, this "Taoist scripture" from different worlds actually appears here.

A long time ago, the voice appeared again. It seemed that years had passed, and the tone was still unhappy, as if it had said to Fang Quan but was talking to himself.

As his body flashed past, Fang Quan climbed the well again, from which he could see part of the scene of Leichi, because he heard the scriptures in the tone of the man he had just said. He practiced the Buddhist scriptures without any clues now, so he wanted to know some very mysterious experiences.

When he came to Lei Lei Well, he saw a very shocking scene.

The huge basalt phantom floated quietly on the thunderous sea surface, surrounded by pale golden thunder and lightning skylights, but the walls were covered with cracks, like spider webs, as if they could collapse anywhere at the moment.

"The Word 0 verses have appeared, not long ago in different worlds, and I don't know if these frustrating methods can hide the eyes of these people in different worlds for so many years.

“It’s time now…”

Fang Quan searched carefully and found the speaker.

The speaker stood on the back of the basalt, surrounded by a thousand-meter-long snake guarding his figure.

It is just a shadow, which contains the huge power of heaven and earth, and cannot be ignored. Such a magnificent power makes Fang Quan unable to even have the idea of ​​looking at it directly.

Fang Quan was confused by the strength of his opponent. He raised his head and saw the man, a middle-aged man with a long figure, a long blue shirt, a long black hair, a pair of squinted eyes, energetic eyebrows, and a little nerd. His eyes were like two sharp swords, deeply hiding sword paths. Through his eyes, it seemed that he could see the fierce killing of thousands of people in Xuantian Sword, as if he had seen the glorious world of the past, the years of Xuantian Sword.

He stood quietly on the back of the basalt armor, holding the real black sword in his hand, with long hair flying, and the momentum of all creatures was really spectacular.

This is just a phantom, just like the shadow of basalt under his feet, just a phantom, making people desperate.

Xuan Tianjian seemed to feel the aura of this man. The sword spirit on the sword body made a very cheerful sound. Then Xuan Tianjian surrounded him like a domestic goose. The sword body trembled and buzzed.

The man lowered his head, his eyes full of doting and sympathy. He stretched out his almost transparent hands and stroked the Xuantian Sword. Then he whispered, "Look at this, old man. I don't know how many years have passed. Since I left you and Xuanwu on the road of exploration, I didn't expect I could survive." Come back, so a god will be left in your sword. In order not to let Dao 0 orthodox lose it, it is difficult for you to protect Dao 0 orthodox for so many years.

He sighed softly, and the cracks spread like spider webs to the four lightning walls around the shadow of the basalt, and the four towering walls collapsed like mirrors.

collapse!

When the wall of lightning collapsed around him, Xuan Wu let out a roar in his mouth, but this time his momentum became even more intense, because the man standing on his back was the master who had followed him for many years - Emperor Zhenwu!

Indeed, the middle-aged man wearing long blue clothes was the real Wu Emperor on Earth. Even to this day, 0 of them have deified the real Wu Emperor, obtained various titles for him, built a ancestral hall for him, and continued to incense.

However, once the great emperor Zhenwu didn't know where he went, Fang Quan heard some clues he just mentioned.

He left the earth and walked to an unknown place. Even Emperor Zhenwu recognized Fang Quan and Chenhai in the grand "Tao Jing". He did not even resist. Perhaps in ancient times, he was "acquaintance with the founder of "Tao Jing".

The spectacular Zhenwu Emperor stood on Xuanwu's back armor and stretched out his hand, gently stroked the Xuantian Sword, emitting a burst of sadness.

This sword is very Qin-reward for Emperor Zhenwu, so since Emperor Zhenwu left Wudang Mountain, the Xuantian Sword has been planted on the Little Lotus Peak in Wudang Mountain for thousands of years. During this period, countless young people wanted to try to gain the recognition of the Xuantian Sword, but in the end they failed because in the heart of the Xuantian Sword's sword, its life was serious. Emperor Zhenwu held it like this and slaughtered millions of gods, which made it hundreds of thousands of years.

It was not until thousands of years later that the emperor's shadow showed the feeling of Xuantian Sword finding his home, but looking back, it has been a history of thousands of years.

The reason why Xuantian Sword communicates with Emperor Zhenwu is that the Zhentian Sword is very similar to Emperor Zhenwu, but Emperor Zhenwu cannot lead time 0.

He looked up at the top of his head, and he did not look at the thunderstorm pool that was brewing terror.

“I don’t think many years later, Taoist scriptures came out of the world and found their masters.”

He said gently and calmly that these things are no longer what he can do with the surviving divinity. He is just the legacy of Emperor Zhenwu. What he left behind is the style that Emperor Zhenwu himself has experienced for countless years.

Fang Quan's God stood by the drinking well, his eyebrows slightly frowned.

When the wall of lightning gathered by golden thunder was destroyed, the huge thunder was brewing with even more terrifying waves.
Chapter completed!