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Chapter 451: Emperor Yan's backhand

I don’t know how long I walked, until the sky was filled with white light and a scorching sun rose into the air again, and then I settled in a swamp.

There are traces left by humans on the swamp, which is a road that has been stepped on by man.

Next to the junction between the land and the swamp at the foot, there were several unburned fires. It was obvious that a group of people had spent the night here.

"It seems that most people have been teleported to the front with good luck."

Lin Qingyun was playing with the bronze leaf in his hand. At this time, he was not far from the word "娱" drawn on the leaf map, and he was passing through this swamp.

And at the end of the swamp, a barrier is set up.

The three of them did not stop and stepped into the swamp.

There was a biting chill in the swamp, hitting the soul directly. As the three of them stepped into it, they surged out, as if they wanted to freeze their souls.

There were even roars and screams of countless ghosts in his ears. However, under the scorching sun and sky, these roars have lost most of their power. If the roar is shrouded in darkness, this roar may easily tear apart the human soul. A strong man like Xiyue, who has entered the semi-saint level, also faintly felt a little uncomfortable, which is enough to show the power of the roar.

No wonder those pioneers would spend the night outside the swamp, if they didn't move forward.

Following the traces of the pioneers, I saw many leftover battle traces, even many broken corpses, including humans and strange beasts. The breath left in the air is at least a battle at the peak level of Dou Zong.

But the three of them encountered no abnormalities along the way, so the situation could only be explained.

Lin Qingyun suddenly felt like he was enjoying his achievements.

"arrive!"

Behind the swamp is a piece of charred soil, stepping on the soil, Lin Qingyun said.

In front of him was an endless black soil, but he stopped. The bronze leaf in his hand was also slightly warm.

"Hurry out of this ghost place." Xiyue frowned and said.

Upon hearing this, Lin Qingyun was not in a hurry, but took out another bronze leaf. The other piece in his hand was found when he was walking through the forest.

Two bronze sandal leaves overlapped together, and light flashed. The two leaves emitted strange divine lights, but the size remained unchanged, but they emitted black light while shining.

"As it turns out, this is the real treasure key."

Lin Qingyun let out a breath and held the fused bronze leaf high and pressed it against the space in front of him. Suddenly, ripples of water swept across, spreading rapidly to the entire space barrier. He stepped over it in one step, and half of his body was hidden in it.

Passing through the space barrier, there was an expected wideness in front of us, and the boundless darkness seemed like a chaos. But in this chaos, there was a ray of light like a pillar of heaven, and a world was opened up in the darkness.

It was a city of light. It was called a city, but it was more like an altar, extremely huge, comparable to the dragon island of the Taixu Ancient Dragon Clan he had seen.

Before we got closer, we were suppressed by an indescribable aura.

"I am worthy of being the Dou Emperor. Even though I have fallen for thousands of years, his aura is still invincible."

Xiyue couldn't help but sigh, and there was a little more solemnity in her expression.

I saw a vast and boundless phantom standing on the altar. The phantom was just a void existence, but exuded endless divine power and awe-inspiring power, as if it could overwhelm everything in the world.

"We are considered behind, so we can't miss it." Lin Qingyun laughed and stepped on like a meteor with big strides. In just a dozen breaths, he had already arrived at the bottom of the altar.

There were many people gathered around them, forming a small group in groups of three or three, and each of them was filled with an extremely strong aura. There were also many people coming from all directions, with a rolling aura on their bodies, carrying a bit of murderous aura, and obviously they were also coming from the space.

"Qingyun, you are finally here."

"Sister Xiyue."

A gentle drizzle sound came, and Lin Qingyun looked in the direction of the sound. Four or five beautiful women came in the crowd, attracting the attention of people around him.

But no one dared to step forward. These women all had powerful skills. In just half an hour, they had killed dozens of people who were coveting them.

A man suddenly appeared, and two beauties, one big and one small, were surrounded by him, but he met several women and seemed to have a very good relationship, which made many people jealous.

Isn’t it just a pair of white facial skin? It’s a guy who looks good but doesn’t look good.

Many people were extremely disdainful, but no one dared to test it. All of them had the peak strength of Dou Zong, which was a force that they could not ignore, which naturally made many people give up their thoughts.

"I thought they would take action, but they were all cowardly." Zi Yan put down her fist as if she had just waved her up invincible and lonely.

"The little girl's family should not be so violent." Lin Qingyun was speechless, but if she wanted to change Zi Yan's sex, she was most afraid of being more difficult than climbing the sky.

After a long separation, we met again and chatted for a long time. It was not until more and more people gathered that Lin Qingyun looked at the altar.

This is an altar of light. In the vast nothingness, there is a dark altar hanging upside down on the altar. Now that the darkness is about to dissipate, the light returns, and the entire altar is reviving.

In the vast and boundless space, a little bit of light power was attracted by the altar and quickly condensed into bright beasts.

These bright beasts continue to pounce on the Eight Light Altars. Each strange beast pounces in, and a colorful fire will burst out from the altar.

"What exactly is this tower suppressing?"

"The fire seems to be some kind of strange flame. Could it be a strange fire?"

"The things in the dark altar have been taken away, and now only this light altar is left. The two words "burning techniques" on the bronze leaf guide us. Could it be that there is the inheritance of Doudi in the altar?"

Countless people guessed, and some people's eyes flashed, and a hint of excitement flashed. Obviously, some people were extremely familiar with the light and shadow space, and might have even guessed something.

"It really has the breath of Emperor Yan!"

Staring at the colorful fire, Lin Qingyun finally noticed the extremely familiar aura.

That aura has remained unchanged after countless years. It was the aura that belonged to Emperor Yan and was also the pioneer of the Burning Arts.

The phantom he had just arrived here was a will left by Emperor Yan.

This also just verified his conjecture.

The confrontation between light and darkness ended with the final destruction. However, this light and shadow space was not naturally formed after their fall.

Instead, some people deliberately used this space of light and shadow through defiance methods, and even set up a backup plan here.

The so-called backhand is the burning technique.
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