203 Heart Demon Emperor
203 Heart Demon Emperor
As the most mysterious place of the plane academy, the Musashi secret hall has naturally become the most heavily guarded place. At noon that day, Mo Jian was led by Dean Lan, holding the Chaos Emperor and the other five soul emperors of the college in his hand, and had also experienced six detailed investigations.
The guardians before each level are the soul emperors who can't hide or devote themselves to the plane college.
Even before the sixth level, when Dean Lan pointed to an old man with a hunchback and yellow eyes, who looked like he was about to die, told Mo Jian that this was the prestigious grain emperor 600 or 700 years ago. Mo Jian was surprised that he did not come back to his senses.
The Particle Emperor moved the world with his granular magic power. He once hunted down and killed the 36 notorious thieves of the Dongyuan Empire with his own power of more than 80,000 miles, and finally killed them with his particle magic skills. Granules are the meaning of turning flesh and bones into particles for the killed person. As for the walk of this person who went in and out three times in the Three Emperors Hall without any injury, and cut off the head of the beloved concubine of Dongyuan and put it on the dragon chair, it is still mentioned by practitioners from time to time today.
Seeing the grain emperor of the remnants of the candle, Mo Jian had a lot of emotions in his heart and secretly said, "What a handsome figure in the past has fallen into this field!" The way of cultivation, no matter how high you climb, no matter how famous it is, if you can't cross one bottleneck and shackles after another, you will eventually return to dust.
It seems that he saw Mo Jian's mind. Dean Lan sighed: "The road is nine, each has thirty-six bottlenecks, and there are ninety-nine difficult problems. If you can't cross anything, you will inevitably die in the end. The more I practice, the more I understand that the soul emperor in the eyes of ordinary people is actually just another start of the way of cultivation. Almost every next promotion will face unprecedented problems that are unimaginable. The Chaos Emperor has lived for more than 20,000 years, and the innate emperor who has risen has lived for more than 40,000 years. But you don't know that the ordinary soul emperor is at most a thousand years old, which is also the so-called thousand years old.
"Thousand years old?" Mo Jian frowned slightly.
He has long known that with the cultivation of soul power, the life expectancy of ordinary human beings can reach 200 years. However, the extension of Shouyuan is such a difficult thing. With each improvement, the increase of longevity is often extremely limited. When it comes to the realm of the soul emperor, if you can't reach the realm like the chaotic emperor, you will still be restricted by 'thousand years old'.
For example, the grain emperor of the remnants of the wind and candle.
Or, on the other hand, the greatest enemy of every monk in his life is not others, but Shouyuan. After all, the longer you live, the more likely it is to pry into a higher mystery and open another piece of cultivation.
"Yes! Although I have also cultivated to the realm of the Soul Emperor, I also know clearly that I have not realized the possibility of the realm of 'the gateway of life and death', and will eventually die like a mortal.
President Lan smiled and said, "So, you don't have to worry about anything in the Musashi Museum."
Mo Jian raised his head and looked at Dean Lan, clearly capturing the soul emperor's worries about his trip. For a moment, he felt warm and said in a low voice, "I understand!"
Dean Lan said with his head, "I can only send you here. The last level is guarded by the Demon Emperor. If you go all the way forward, he will appear somewhere along the way and test you. Remember to protect your true heart at all times. As I told you before, the total number of people entering the Musashi Secret Museum is 365. All of these people are people with superb cultivation and amazing talent, but more than 30% have not crossed the domain in the hands of the Demon Emperor. Lighter, exit directly. The more damaged people are either dead or crazy, completely cutting off their future.
Mo Jian smiled and strode forward.
"Grandma's, I'm afraid there is something strange in this Musashi secret museum! It sounds dangerous. Teenager, we have to be careful. You have even killed the son of the plane. Don't overturn the boat in the stinky ditch!"
Qing Chan rubbed the lion's head with his front paws, looking a little worried and distressed.
Mo Jian said lightly, "I know! It doesn't matter. It's a secret museum of Musashi, but it can't help me!"
Dean Lan was very careful about what Musashi's secret museum said, especially the inside story of those who had entered. He had long guessed that this trip was extraordinary. 365 went in, but only eight were made public. Where the others went, whether they were dead or alive, fools would doubt it. He even killed the son of the plane, and the Chaos Emperor still covered up the secret hall of Musashi, which clearly had the intention of testing himself.
However, Mo Jian doesn't care about these.
The more he practices, the more he understands, the clearer he knows his path, the firmer he is, and the more confident he is.
This is a straight road, which is a little long, but accurate three meters wide. There are clouds on both sides, and you can't see any scene beside you. There is a dead silence. Every step out, there will be a long echo in the distance.
A few minutes later, he saw that the front of this road was always no different from before. Mo Jian looked back and was stunned. Then he found that there was no road behind him. As he kept moving forward, the rear of the road was constantly disappearing, leaving only a small break, like the top of a cliff, and there was no more Any way out.
Brush!
A dark shadow suddenly flashed in front of him, and the speed was so fast that even Mo Jian couldn't help doubting that he was dazzled from time to time.
This is definitely the fastest speed he has ever seen. Whether it is the son of the plane, or the nine night fork kings, or even the lion tiger unicorn and the innate emperor, at least when they do it, their speed is not as fast as this figure.
After a few more steps, I suddenly heard a sound of sobs in the distance. It was clear that a woman was crying, like a ghost in hell. Mo Jian had stopped, but the voice became clearer and clearer. Soon it was like a whining in his ear, which made people listen and his heart was held together.
An unprecedented tension made Mo Jian's whole body tremble, and even his eyes turned red.
He heard clearly that it was Xiaotong's cry!
To this day, Mo Jian is no longer an ignorant teenager of the Changhe tribe. I'm afraid that all the strong people in the whole plane have heard of his talents and opportunities. Between the rapid growth of the teenager, the most unreliable person in his heart is the woman in the Changhe tribe, the little pupil sister who is more important than his life.
He would rather die by himself than let Xiaotong be hurt!
Now, Xiaotong's crying came from his ear.
I have long known that this road is extremely unusual, and most of them will encounter many dangers. After all, under this cry, the clarity of mind will be buried in an instant.
Qing Chan naturally found Mo Jian's change and howled heartbreakingly in his mind, but Mo Jian could not hear anything.
His footsteps have been stiff. Every time I step forward, I don't seem to have even a little sense of autonomy.
Then, Mo Jian clearly heard Qigong's angry roar. A desperate and tragic scene appeared in front of him. The seven princes held sharp blades and wanted to kill the woman he loved so much.
"Let's go quickly..."
A cold voice suddenly sounded in his mind, full of the smell of **: "If you don't be fast, your most respected seven prince will kill your favorite woman..."
"Hurry up... Hurry up..."
"They are dying. Only you can stop them!"
"Die, all die..."
The magnificent soul power wanders around Mo Jian.
He did not urge the soul power. Thousands of soul lines have advanced to the sea of soul power, but there was a strange dryness at this moment.
Qing Chan's soul was almost frightened, and the howl became more and more sharp and sad. He was frightened to see Mo Jian's whole body steaming white, and there was a slight distortion between the flesh and bones, which was a sign before the dispersion!
Such an amazing teenager, he did not fall under the conspiracy of the plane son, and did not die in the butcher's knife of the plane guardian. Could it be that he would die under a demon?
"Hmm! 336, the people who ushered in the year of great success are so useless!"
A cold voice seemed to float from the endless sky, and I saw a figure suddenly landing three feet in front of Mo Jian. I couldn't see his face clearly. His whole body was wrapped in a wide robe as dark as night, and even his eyes were not exposed. Qing Chan is already the real weapon of the Qing Emperor's tonic arch. I don't know how many times the method is better than before. Just looking at this person, he is like an electric shock, and he is so scared that he dares not move.
"The chaotic boy is becoming more and more unreliable now!"
The man muttered again, as if the chaotic emperor, the old dean of the powerful plane college, was actually called a boy by him. Hearing him say to himself, "Disappointed! What a disappointment! The simplest fundamental heart demon makes you so uneasy, let alone the demons of hope and despair? That's all, let this messenger give you a ride! In case of wasting the cultivation resources of this small plane!"
The man slowly stretched out a finger like dry wood, yellow-brown, like a rotten one.
His fingers look ordinary, but Qing Chan, who doesn't even dare to take a breath in front of him, knows that this is a sharp blade and murderer that he has never seen before!
Qing Chan had the intention to remind Mo Jian, but he did not have the ability to say a word.
Everything seems to be over...
At this most critical moment--
"The Demon Emperor!"
Mo Jian, who was originally restrained by the heart demon, suddenly roared, like the roar of looking up to the sky under King Kong's angry eyes, and even had a rumbling Zen machine like a morning bell.
Under this roar, Qing Zen suddenly regained his Qingming.
The man in black subconsciously said, "How do you know me..."
Everything only in an instant, Mo Jian roared and shot at the same time. He already had a real powerful ingested claw, and a wide palm appeared in the air, accurately slapped on the man's head.