Chapter 600

In the light of the sword breaking through the dark night, a swordsman came with a flash of excitement in his eyes. It was the look after a long time. He returned from the dead city and accidentally broke into the virtual world. With the power of Purdue Cihang, Ji Chen didn't stop.

"Huh?"

With a deep doubt, the sword galloping on the void looked at the distant sky, where there was a sense of flying sword, a frightening King's will.

"What a powerful sword. I never thought there were such sword monks in the capital?"

Press the sword light, but Ji Chen doesn't dare to fly directly into the capital. For fear of being attacked by the dragon vein of the National Games, she still has the lively situation of flowers before.

But Ji Chen was puzzled that these people looked full of Qi and blood. Why did they show a trace of death in the center of their eyebrows: "the situation has changed."

Open the door, Ji Chen stepped in directly: "I'm back."

In the hall, Xiaoju was overjoyed when she heard the speech. She directly left the people, flashing her figure and jumped directly at the gate. There was a swordsman walking in a tiger's stride. It was the one she wanted so much.

"Brother Chen"

"Little chrysanthemum"

Ji Chen stretched out her hand and held the flying man in her arms, the familiar breath and the familiar fragrance.

"Cough"

The sound of light cough came from her ears. Yan Chixia raised her eyebrows: "there are others here. You want your relatives to go back to the house directly."

"Ah" shy language, chrysanthemum some embarrassed hide behind Ji dust, Yan Hong cheeks, heart infinite joy.

Ji Chen smiled: "how's bearded recently."

Yan Chixia sighed, "go first and talk again."

A moment later, in the middle of the hall, Ji Chen glanced at Fu Qingfeng, only because she was too similar to Xiaoqian, but then her eyebrows frowned.

"Did you fight Pudu Cihang?"

Shifang little monk nodded: "benefactor Ji, after going down the mountain, Shifu and I met Pudu Cihang in a temple. Shifu had a hand with him. Later, Shifu had a hand with him in the suburbs of the capital, but now..."

Zhiqiu Yiye shook his head: "the master was poisoned by the demon monk. Now he doesn't even dare to use a trace of mana."

In the wing room, Ji Chen checked the situation in master Baiyun's body, but he had to give up. He could untie the poison. However, he needed the last power of fuel and fire, and he didn't know the specific accomplishments of Pudu Cihang. If he used it rashly, what would happen if there was a crisis at that time.

On the other hand, after receiving the Oracle from the emperor and opening the Taizu imperial mausoleum, Pudu Cihang stepped into it with an alert look. As shown in the map in his hand, he soon reached the sarcophagus of the emperor.

Raised his hand, the huge demon force gathered on it and clapped the top cover open with one palm.

However, the eye is empty. There is no so-called imperial corpse: "strange?"

The next moment, there was a slight sound of mechanism. A broken dragon stone fell down the exit passage. For a moment, it shut Purdue Cihang in.

How could the emperor's mausoleum, especially the founding power, not leave behind, and how could future generations open their coffins? Then only those with bad intentions, so the emperor directly set up a mechanism in the mausoleum.

"Ha, interesting." Pudu Cihang raised his eyebrows. For others, if they were trapped in the broken dragon water, they would have to wait for death. However, as a big demon about to turn Jiao, this stone is just a decoration.

"Broken"

The huge demon force broke out and fell with a word, and the fierce wind swept away.

"Boom"

Amid the broken stones and smoke, Pudu Cihang stepped out and glanced at the empty tomb. He looked hesitant: "how can it be so simple, isn't it..."

At the center of the eyebrow, the huge power of the yuan God swept out and swept the place all over in an instant: "Tomb in the tomb, ha"

There was an empty tomb above, only for the future offenders to die, but there was a hole in it. Purdue Cihang narrowed his eyes and punched out, smashing the central sarcophagus. What appeared in front of him was a secluded hole. In the fierce wind, a faint fragrance came out of it.

More than a dozen long lights illuminate the four directions, and the fragrance is emitted from it. The gorgeous tomb is like a magnificent palace. There is a majestic dragon chair. On the central high platform is a sarcophagus. Pudu Cihang, who comes step by step, flies up and glances around: "feel the sword of the son of heaven."

With a light drink, the fist strength with a huge Buddhist power exploded. At the next moment, a sword came through the air. Pudu Cihang's face changed. When he turned around, endless Buddhist power swept out.

"Boom"

The figure stepping out of the smoke and dust all over the sky holds an ancient and simple long sword. All the people worship and all the animals surrender. There are also stars, sun and Moon: "death"

Without a trace of emotion, the sword holder's eyes were extremely cold. When he raised his hand, a palpitating filled the whole tomb.

Pudu Cihang's face changed: "how is it possible to open the court to Taizu?"

The sudden change, who ever thought it was the emperor Taizu of the current Dynasty. The emperor who had died for hundreds of years now came back to the world: "no, the mind doesn't exist, it's a puppet."

Avoiding the sword, Purdue Cihang's eyes flashed, but he had never felt a little fresh breath in the emperor. Although he didn't know why the person in front of him had not turned into white bones, he had no return to the Buddhist friars.

"Amitabha"

Endless Buddha light, the Dharma body of the great sun Tathagata, is good at dealing with all demons. The falling glory carries the abundant Qi between heaven and earth.

The stepping emperor's body shook slightly. It seemed that he could feel the threat ahead. He had no mind, but the instinct of fighting existed. When he raised his hand, a king's sword rose into the sky. The sword cut in the air was clear and cold.

For a moment, Pudu Cihang smiled coldly: "it's to be reborn with the power of national fortune. Ha, you're more like a demon than me."

The founder of kaichao, originally a monk, sealed himself into the imperial mausoleum at the moment when Shouyuan was approaching. With the help of the huge dragon vein, he hoped to see the sky again one day, turn from life to death, change from death to life, break the laws of the world, and achieve an immortal Taoist.

"It's no use for dead people to stay in the world. I'll give you a ride, Amitabha." the Sanskrit sound is to restrain the existence of all demons, but it's particularly ridiculous. They are demons themselves. Today they use the method of Buddhism, ha.

It seemed that the end of the day was coming. The cold emperor's eyes flashed a fine light, and his slightly moving eyebrows stared at the monk coming: "if I am bad, I should be punished."

The dark sword breath, the roaring wind, and the sword of the son of heaven can be cut in the air with the power of breaking the earth.

With a chuckle, Pudu Cihang's face remained unchanged, and a touch of Buddha light flowed on it between his fingers. Immediately, it was like breaking the emptiness in front of him, pointing in the center of the emperor's eyebrows.

The sword did not fall, but just appeared the aura of his eyes, disappeared in an instant, exploded, and a huge dragon spirit roared out and swept around.

Pudu Cihang looked happy: "well, well, the power of the dragon for hundreds of years can be expected to turn into a dragon."

But it was too late to catch up with the blasted sword of the son of heaven. He drank softly, operated the Buddhist skills in his body, and constantly incorporated the power of the dragon vein into his body. A trace of spiritual light appeared all over his body. A different breath came out of Purdue Cihang. It was the spirit of the dragon.

The sword light that cut through the sky, an ancient and simple long sword flew out of the imperial mausoleum and shot away towards the distant sky. In a moment, it directly fell next to the current emperor. The flickering sword awn aroused the clear sound of the sword, as if mourning.

"Hmm?" the emperor, who woke up in a faint way, opened his eyes and flashed a trace of light. His ruddy face was filled with surging power: "the pill of the national master is really powerful. I feel strong vitality, ha ha."

With the roar of laughter, the emperor's eyes fell on the long sword beside him. The next moment, his face changed greatly: "how could the sword of the son of heaven come out of the imperial mausoleum? It was hurt."

It is said from generation to generation that the sword of the son of heaven is to suppress the luck of the current imperial dynasty. If this sword is used, it means that the imperial mausoleum has changed: "come, follow me to the imperial mausoleum."

The emperor's face changed greatly when he opened the gate of the imperial mausoleum. He grabbed the guard: "why did the gate of the imperial mausoleum open?"

His ferocious face made the soldiers guarding the imperial mausoleum tremble: "Your Majesty, didn't you order the national division to enter with a written instruction?"

"What" at first hearing of the accident, the emperor flashed a fierce look in his eyes. When did he give a written instruction to the national teacher, he threw away the soldiers and rushed in directly.

There were rubble everywhere, and a hole was in the middle. There was the real Mausoleum of the emperor. The emperor jumped in directly, but what came into his eyes was a giant, the centipede essence.

The open mouth is constantly swallowing the power of the dragon vein here. The slightly flashing light represents that the demons in front of us are changing: "bastard, where demons dare to devour our national fortune? Come here, cut them off for me."

"Roar"

A roar, cleansed mana, endless pressure, as soon as they touched the demon body, a group of soldiers were directly beaten and flew, and the demon head turned around with a sense of ridicule: "ha, you are awake."

"You... You are the national teacher" the emperor smelled the speech, his face changed, and couldn't believe pointing to the big demon in front of him.

The sound of "ha" smiling turned into the figure of Pudu Cihang. His kind face and gentle smile could not hide his ferocious color.

"A good evil spirit, unexpectedly mixed with me, just to devour the country's luck." if he still can't figure it out at the moment, he doesn't deserve to be an emperor.

Pudu Cihang disdained to glance at the emperor in front of him. The power of the dragon vein has almost swallowed up. At the moment, he just needs to wait for evolution.

"There's no need for nonsense. You came just in time. Fill my stomach."

When the emperor was angry, he cut off the emperor's sword in the air. Although he had never practiced advanced martial arts, as an emperor, he could not have one or two skills.

"Dang"

"Ah"

When the sparks splashed, Purdue Cihang screamed miserably. Only mortals could not break their vigorous Qi. However, a sharp pain came out of their body.