Chapter 789 Get out of here! ( Please subscribe to the monthly ticket~)

The Wuzu is buried in this coffin pillar. The coffin is extremely sinking, and all kinds of rhymes permeate the surface of the coffin, so that outsiders can't destroy the coffin, so as not to collide with the body of the wizard.

Ye Xu's hands fell down, clasped the coffin, and the charm flowed and spread to his arms. The skin of his hands suddenly rotted, and the flesh and blood were peeled off, revealing the white hand bones!

Dao Yun even began to invade his bones, turn his bones, and spread up along the arm bones, eroding to his chest!

Ye Xu lifted the coffin little by little, and the power in his hands kept dissipating, and finally lifted the coffin pillar open!

In the coffin column, an echang is lifelike. He is full of charm all over his body, and there is a natural feeling of the road, as if he may wake up from a deep sleep at any time.

It is seamless, and there is no shortage of heaven and man.

He is like a heavenly man. Although he has been dead for a long time, he still gives people a sense of flawlessness and perfection.

Cock!

Ye Xu's hands were finally overwhelmed, and all the bones were grinded by Dao Yun, and the coffin was covered.

Ye Xu lost his mind. Just now, the coffin opened a line, allowing him to peep into the shape and face of the witch in the coffin.

It was a familiar face. In the Chunyang Palace in the Jade Tower, he once came to him with the king in white.

At the beginning, he was limited to his cultivation. He thought that the strong man around the white god king was a famous witch emperor. Now he finally woke up and realized that those strong men were all wizards!

They are strong people at the level of Wuzu. They are surrounded by the god king in white. The stars hold the moon and wait for Ye Xu to resurrect them.

"I've seen all the people in these coffins. How could this happen? Could it be that I'm really the emperor they said..."

Ye Xu was weak, staggered back, and his face turned pale: "Impossible! The six paths have been broken. No one can be reincarnated, let alone live to the second life. The emperor of heaven can't, and the emperor in the mouth of the god king in white can't...

"I am me, and I will never be anyone else!"

His face recovered as usual in an instant. Where his arm was broken, he saw forbidden lines and lines gushed out quickly, intertwined with each other, woven into bones, flesh and skin hairs. His hands quickly recovered and did not continue to open other coffins.

He knows that there must be familiar faces in the coffin without opening it.

And the highest coffin pillar must be the god king in white!

They were buried here, and I don't know why these witch gods died.

Ye Xu frowned deeply. There were all kinds of mysteries in his heart that could not be solved. Why would the god king and many witches buried here call him emperors? They would say the strange words you taught me now. Why did these powerful beings suddenly die once, and why were they buried here again?

Why is there a fragment of the root of the world here, and who buried them on the root of the world?

These questions may only be answered by the resuspation of these Wuzu God King.

Ye Xu took a long breath and looked around the divine tree. He saw more than a hundred coffin columns parked on the large leaves. In the coffin columns, from time to time overflowed with rhymes and divine lines, evolving the roads of the heavens, which was mysterious.

His eyes fell on the highest coffin, and the divine lines of the white god king were permeated, corresponding to the whole Da Ri Chunyang Palace. It seemed that the late god king was still breathing and vomiting, affecting the divine palace!

Although he is dead, he is still the owner of this big sun pure sun palace.

Feng Suiyun got up and came to his side and said in surprise, "Brother Ye, this big tree seems to be a tree right. If you don't delete it, it won't be just these branches and leaves.

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Ye Xu nodded. He had already recognized that this big tree was as full of jade. It should be a branch folded from the so-called "root of the world" to hold up the coffin of the witch kings.

The root of the world should be a jade tree, which should not be much different from the jade tree in his jade tower. The emperor broke a branch and gave it to Emperor Tang. He grew into a later building tree. It was turned into a tower by Emperor Zhou. When the road to heaven was opened, it was lost in the hands of the ancestor of Wuluo.

Now the trunk of Jianmu is still in the hands of Wuluo Laozu, but the trunk of Jianmu is even worse than the giant wood in front of him.

I don't know who broke down this jade branch and became the cemetery of many Wuzu god kings, and it is stronger and more magical than building wood. Its surface is covered with Taoist lines, Taoist rhyme and divine lines, and the textures are like the road of heaven and earth, forming stripes of branches and leaves and jade scales.

These textures are not a threat to anyone, as if they are innate.

"Absorbing the fragments of the roots of this world, I can probably become the Holy Emperor!" Ye Xu's eyes were eager, and he rose up and flew to the top of the jade branch.

The wind followed him with the clouds. Looking east and west, I saw that the wisps of Taoist divine lines were intertwined with touching poems, fairy music, and melodious arrays. I couldn't help trembling. I whispered, "If we can understand the Taoist charm patterns here, and understand the heaven and earth It can achieve the witch's ancestor, and there is almost no obstacle!"

Ye Xu thought so and fell on the top of the jade branch. He smiled and said, "What Brother Feng said is very true. However, it is too difficult to capture these Taoist rhymes and refine them. Every wisp of Taoist rhymes is not inferior to the peak emperor, and it is difficult to capture and refine them.

These witch ancestors practiced different skills in their lifetime. After their death, the Taoist rhyme and divine lines flowed. If they can understand all these Taoist lines, you can definitely get a glimpse of the mind of these god kings and the witch ancestors, get their inheritance, and achieve the wizard. It's really not a problem!

Feng Suiyun was not complacent and said with a smile, "There is no need to capture and refine. I have the most understanding of the creation door. I am the best at understanding of Taoism. I only need to sit in front of these coffin columns for a hundred years and keep deducing, and then I can understand the mystery of it."

Ye Xu was dumb and said with a smile, "A hundred years, it's too long."

"In a hundred years, understand the mystery of the wizard, open the door, jump out, and become the wizard. In the eyes of others, it is unimaginable! Brother Ye, do you still think it's slow? Without this opportunity, I'm afraid I won't be able to open the door for hundreds or even thousands of years!"

Feng Suiyun didn't think so. He looked at the coffin of the god king in front of him and said in a low voice, "The vast majority of holy emperors have spent their whole lives and are not qualified to win the wizard. In the end, they will die!" And we sit in front of these coffins to understand, which is equivalent to the Wuzu God King to preach to you, and a hundred and ten Wuzu God Kings preach together to understand and understand for a hundred years. Where can we find such a good thing?

What he said is not an exaggeration. After all, there are not many wizards in heaven. One is the restriction of understanding, the restriction of qualification, and the other is the limitation of resources.

If you can understand all the Taoist lines of the Wuzu God King, you can break the limits of understanding and qualifications, and have the opportunity to open the door and jump out!

Ye Xu also looked at the coffin pillar placed in front of them. In the coffin was the god king in white that he had seen before. He said, "Brother Feng, don't forget that we are in the Xiaoyuan world of the Yuxu Palace at this moment. The twelve wizards will not give you this opportunity at all, so that you can

Feng Suiyun's face stiffened, and he said angrily, "It's true. Is it true that if you go deep into the treasure land, you can only go back empty-handed..."

He looked around and saw that the rhyme lines overflowed from the coffin from time to time, wandering around, with the intention of capturing a detailed understanding, but he realized that he did not have this strength.

These divine lines can even strangle the ancient beasts at the level of the peak emperor. Although he regards himself as quite high, he still has some self-knowledge.

"Empty back?"

Ye Xu's mind moved slightly, and suddenly the endless essence in the jade branches rushed out of his body. The violent power, the traces, and even the rhyme and divine lines all poured into his body, turning into a sea of knowledge and insights!

Ye Xu's cultivation expanded crazily, and his cultivation was raised to the level of the six-grade witch emperor by this violent energy in a few breaths. After a few breaths, he became the seven-pin witch emperor. His breath became stronger and stronger and more domineering!

The breath of the Witch Emperor itself is extremely domineering and domineering, and Ye Xu practices the King of Pan. The King of Pan was born in Chaos and Hongmeng. The world is chaotic and empty. There is only King Pan. In the sky and on the ground, I am the only one. This method of mind has already developed Ye Xu' Domineering, even forced away with the wind and the clouds and the roaring dog!

"How dare you break into this place and touch the coffin here? Do you want to die?"

The voice of Prince Lingxiao suddenly came. Ye Xu looked at it and saw that Prince Lingxiao had come to this ancient tree and looked at himself from afar.

The reason why he arrived late was to collect a rhyme and was entangled by that rhyme, so he fell behind Ye Xu and was preempted by Ye Xujie.

"The twelve guards are really useless. You two broke here by the two of you. It seems that only when I do it myself can I remove these two ignorant things!" He soared into the sky and came to the sky above the ancient tree. He looked down at Ye Xu and the wind and clouds, and said indifferently.

Suddenly, four or five breaths broke into this place. He only heard the voice of the gods and said with a smile, "Prince Lingxiao, I'm afraid you don't know that your twelve guards have been killed by the wind and clouds, and you have become alone!"

Prince Ling Xiao's heart was cold. He looked at Feng Suiyun and sneered, "Feng Suiyun, I didn't expect you to hide deeply. You can kill my twelve guards. Your cultivation is not weak, and you can barely be counted as my opponent. I will kill you in person later! Pull out your bones, inhumanely, one by one, listen to your crying father and mother, and then chop you up with a blunt knife, piece by piece of meat!"

The wind and clouds couldn't help fighting a cold war, and they secretly said bad luck in their hearts.

"Prince Lingxiao, this is not your Chunyang Palace. If you want to swallow the treasures here alone, I'm afraid it's a little inappropriate, right?" Another god strode over and saw the jade tree. His eyes lit up and sneered.

"Ling Xiao, there are not only the sun god kings in this world, but also other god kings, not only you, but also other gods. With us, you have to think about it. Another god laughed. "

At the same time, Fu Xilai also quietly came to this place, kept walking around, quietly clothed a line of bans, integrated into the void, and blocked this place.

When the sound of the piano came, another girl came. There was a guqin on her head. No one played it to make a sound, turning into heavy Taoist lines and traces. She was even wrapped around a long and narrow ribbon. The road flowed, but it was the Taoist rhyme collected from the Chunyang Palace.

The sound of the iron horse Jingo came, and the god of martial arts held his head high and strode into this place. He also collected a rhyme, and his cultivation strength has made great progress!

Many gods came together to compete with Prince Lingxiao.

Prince Ling Xiao's eyes trembled. Although he was the strongest of many gods, if he fell into the siege of many gods, it would be difficult to please him.

"Gentlemen, I just want the divine coffin on the top of this jade tree. As long as you don't fight with me, everyone will be at peace. If anyone fights with me, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

Prince Ling Xiao's eyes were murderous. He took a step back and sneered, "This is my bottom line. If anyone touches my bottom line, even if you are many people, I will have to kill!"

He made concessions, and many gods couldn't help but feel relieved. After all, Prince Lingxiao is the first master among them. If he works hard, no one can please him.

"I want that military-patterned coffin!" Ba Wushen strode forward, his eyes were fierce, and he swept one of the coffins of the witches.

"I want the coffin of music." The girl with the guqin on her head came forward and said.

"I want the brown of the phoenix pattern..."

But for a moment, many coffin columns were divided up by many gods and coming masters. Everyone strode forward and suddenly heard an indifferent voice from the top of the tree.

"If you don't want to die, get out of here!"