"I really didn't expect that the Wanshun Dynasty, the Da Shang Dynasty, the Shenzhou Dynasty, and even the most powerful Qingqiu Holy Land in Yicheng would all surrender to the Divine Sword Sect."

He vaguely felt the terror that made his scalp numb from the city gate of the Divine Sword Sect and from the two stone tablets at the mountain gate of the Divine Sword Sect.

After seeing this scene, Wu Shentong couldn't help but his pupils shrank slightly.

Before entering the mountain gate, I felt the crisis everywhere. The foundation of this Divine Sword Sect is indeed extraordinary.

"The Divine Sword Sect is definitely worthy of winning over!" He originally gave away the treasures from dozens of warships with some pain, but now his expression became firm and he felt worth a thousand.

However, just as he sorted out his appearance and was about to worship the mountain.

Suddenly,

A powerful and domineering aura came from a very fast distance.

Wherever this breath passes, the void collapses and disappears, with golden light, auspicious auras lingering, and auspicious clouds linger.

Even with a hint of heaven and earth pressure!

There is no doubt that the person who came is a powerful person in the imperial realm!

“Huh?”

"No, this aura is strange!"

"Although it is the breath of a powerful person in the Emperor Realm, it is much stronger than that of an ordinary Emperor Realm. And... the strangest thing is that it is still covered with a dead aura of decay of blood and decay of vitality and about to run out of life."

Wu Shentong said in confusion, with a hint of thought in his face.

He subconsciously looked at this breath and looked at it. A bronze ancient coffin appeared in his sight with a horse-drawn storm.

The aura emitted from the bronze ancient coffin made him feel frightened, and then his expression changed slightly, "Is there an ancient emperor in this bronze ancient coffin?"

As soon as he thought of this, he quickly asked with a hint of respect in his tone: "I wonder...sen?"

You know, the ancient emperor is an old monster who has lived for at least tens of thousands of years.

Every ancient emperor has supreme magical powers and the ability to penetrate the sky and the earth, and has a profound foundation!

Even the forces behind them were definitely the ones who reached their peak tens of thousands of years ago.

Although the ancient emperor had to experience a life-and-death crisis of decay of qi and blood and exhaustion of vitality, being able to become the ancient emperor was a symbol of his strong strength, absolutely powerful and terrifying.

Not to mention the new emperor-level powerhouse, even ordinary honor-level powerhouses should retain a certain respect and fear in front of the ancient emperor.

Without any last resort, I will never provoke the ancient emperor.

"Emperor Yonglie!" Soon, four words of majestic and domineering came from the ancient bronze coffin.

"What?!"

"Are you the Aoqiang Ancestor from the Yang family tens of thousands of years ago?"

When he heard this, Wu Shentong's eyes widened slightly, even with his strength, he could not help but be shocked.

He was in Jingcheng and as the master of Zhujian Pavilion, he naturally heard of the reputation of Emperor Yonglie.

Emperor Yonglie, tens of thousands of years ago, was a peerless man who definitely defeated countless powerful people in the present.

He really didn't expect that the ancient emperor in this ancient bronze coffin was actually Emperor Yonglie.

Because it is rumored that Emperor Yonglie had already lost his blood and his vitality, and was unable to break through and fall.

"It seems... these ancient emperors are really some immortal old monsters, with magical powers that ordinary people can't imagine, and they use secret techniques to force their vitality."

Wu Shentong murmured in his heart, with a hint of awe and curiosity in his eyes.

"From your breath, I guess I am a new honorary realm."

"It is normal to hear about my name as Emperor Yonglie." In the ancient bronze coffin, Emperor Yonglie's proud words sounded.

Obviously, although Emperor Yonglie's realm has fallen, he did not take the martial arts powers of the Venerable Realm seriously.

"I don't know what happened to Emperor Yonglie coming to the Divine Sword Sect this time?" Wu Shentong didn't care about the other party's tone, but just asked tentatively.

If Emperor Yonglie came to the Divine Sword Sect to cause trouble, he would not immediately take the initiative to win over the Divine Sword Sect, and he would have to see the situation before talking.

He would not offend the Divine Sword Sect easily, but he would not offend a powerful ancient emperor with countless trump cards casually.

If the two sides fight, he can also see the true foundation of the Divine Sword Sect with his own eyes.

"I came here to look for supreme opportunities." Emperor Yonglie said without any concealment.

"What's the matter?"

"The dignified Emperor Yonglie actually came to the Divine Sword Sect to find opportunities?"

"And it is called supreme opportunity?!!"

Upon hearing this, Wu Shentong was shocked.

"It can be called the supreme opportunity by the powerful ancient emperor... is it an opportunity to achieve the supreme realm?" As soon as he thought of this, Wu Shenzhi couldn't help but breathe rapidly.

Good guy!

In the Divine Sword Sect, there is actually the supreme opportunity to Cheng Zun!

This foundation is simply awesome to the Zhujian Pavilion!

Although there are many powerful people in the Zhujian Pavilion in Jingcheng, and even a few powerful people in the Guanjian Pavilion, they have only been broken through after life and death in the outside world, and there is no such foundation in Zhujian Pavilion.

Such sects must not be offended!

He was very glad that he made the decision to win over the Divine Sword Sect at a critical moment.

Now, there was a little more obvious awe and fear when he looked at the Divine Sword Sect.

At this time,

A sound that looked like a bell suddenly came from the ancient bronze coffin.

"I am the Yonglie Emperor of the Yang family in Jingcheng. Please see the leader of the Divine Sword Sect!" The rolling sounds were like thunder, and it was like an ancient god passing by, which made people tremble in their body and mind.

…………

In the Divine Sword Sect, on the Nitian Peak, in the secret room of the sect leader’s cultivation.

After Lin Feng returned from the Shenque of Qiankun, he continued to practice as usual, familiar with Pangu's heart and consolidate his realm.

At this moment, he sat cross-legged on the Bodhi meditating cushion, his whole body was filled with surging qi and blood and vitality, just like a vast sun in the sky, as if he wanted to give vitality to the whole world.

In his heart, there were faint golden and magical runes gathering.

This is a great prophecy and a talisman of heaven!!

In a faintly vaguely, there was a breath of the world that was the only one who was superior to all living beings swept across the entire cultivation room.

He just sat there, but he had the aura of the god of chaos Pangu, as if he was about to wake up from his deep sleep.

It's really terrible!

Suddenly, Lin Feng slowly opened his eyes, his substantial gaze full of vitality, as if he could be reborn at one glance.

"I finally stabilized my realm and cultivation, and even refined a trace of Pangu's heart."

"Now, Pangu's Heart has completely integrated with me. I just need to concentrate on my cultivation. In time, I will definitely be able to completely refine Pangu's Heart and reach an incredible level of martial arts cultivation."

Lin Feng said with satisfaction, with a hint of surprise and excitement in his expression.

He could clearly sense that the powerful bloodline and vitality emitted by Pangu's heart, as well as the aura of supreme magical laws, were constantly integrating into his bloodline, transforming his physique, roots, bones, talents, etc.

Even the Chaos Supreme Taoist body is being greatly promoted and moving towards a terrible level.

This breath can help him understand Pangu's way!

It's against the will of heaven!!

At this time,

Lin Feng felt something and immediately opened the sect map in the system.

At the mountain gate, there was a domineering middle-aged man and an ancient bronze coffin.

"The Emperor Yonglie of the Yang Family in Jingcheng?"

"The Lord of Jingcheng Zhujian Pavilion?"

"It's interesting..."

Lin Feng murmured in his heart.

His mouth curled slightly and looked at it with interest, "Is this the template for the ancient emperor elder presented by the system before?"

He grew up and disappeared in a flash.
Chapter completed!