Chapter 460

"I've already reminded you not to do it rashly, but if you don't listen, I can't help you because my accomplishments are limited." Ye Wuying refuses directly. Even if he gives suquezi face again, he can't make fun of his life.

Shen tianwu and Yi Qianfeng were silent and had no intention of making a move,

Seeing this, zhuquezi's heart suddenly sank. All three of them didn't do anything. How could he deal with the three hundred stone swords with his own strength?

The stone sword is approaching. Even if zhuquezi can't resist it, he has to fight hard.

Boom!!!

Unfortunately, the power of suquezi was still too weak to compete with the 300 stone swords. He was blown out and spewed blood.

"The stars have not yet condensed, so the power of the magic power is extremely weak, and it is impossible to resist the stone sword." Jiang Feng saw the rosefinch was blown out, murmured in a low voice.

In the ruins, monks can gather the star's round veins in their bodies. After the round veins are successfully condensed, they can gain powerful power.

The star ring veins are also divided into four grades, from the weakest and most common "bronze ring veins", to "Silver Ring veins", to "Amethyst Ring veins", and then to the extremely rare "gold ring veins", which are divided into four grades!

One of the obvious features that distinguishes these chakras is the light burst out from the flesh after the star chakras are activated in the ruins.

"Green", "white", "purple" and "gold" represent the levels of the four star rings.

In the face of this situation, suquezi hasn't used the Star Chakra. Obviously, he hasn't mastered it yet. It's estimated that his cultivation is in the double heaven of Zhixu. Otherwise, if he doesn't master the Star Chakra beyond this cultivation, it only means that his qualification is too poor.

The three hundred stone swords did not give up, but swept out again.

Boom!

Zhuquezi was killed again. He was as embarrassed as a dead dog, and his breath was extremely weak. Now he could only hope that lingzun would arrive quickly. He had better bring more helpers to kill him.

But the people on the boat were obviously not afraid of suquezi calling for help. Otherwise, with his strength, suquezi would not be able to transmit sound smoothly.

Seeing that suquezi had been killed seriously, the man on the boat suddenly chose to stop. Three hundred stone swords were taken back and hung on the boat.

Ye Wuying, Yi Qianfeng and Shen tianwu's face suddenly changed. This man would never give up suquezi and want to attack them, would he?

"Master, we don't mean to attack you. I hope we can forgive you!" Ye Wuying arched his hand and said that in the face of this man, he was honored as his predecessor, hoping to calm his anger.

But the people on the boat didn't pay attention to Ye Wuying's words at all. Instead, they took out their hand without warning. A stone sword immediately went to the top of the holy mountain.

"Get out of the way!" Jiang Feng's eyes suddenly coagulated, and immediately gave out a burst of drink, and then spread out the wings of red flame, decisively toward the distance.

A group of people below, who had been paying close attention to the situation nervously, were in a state of fright. They thought that the other party would use a stone sword to kill them. After hearing Jiang Feng's loud drink, they all reacted instantly and flew in all directions in fear.

Whoosh!!!

The stone sword cuts down in an instant, and the terrible sword spirit sweeps out. It sweeps all the way out of the holy mountain and destroys Ye Wuying where he is not allowed to enter.

Although Jiang Feng's warning was timely enough, there were still many friars who didn't have time to escape. They were affected by the sword Qi and their bodies were directly broken.

The whole top of the holy mountain is flattened as if it had been peeled off.

At this time, the crowd suddenly found that the statues that originally stood on the top of the holy mountain were not affected at all, but a force of will burst out from these statues.

Jiang Feng's face suddenly moved. Standing in the air, he gazed down and found that there were 72 stone statues!

Can the seventy-two stone statues be matched by the seventy-two willpower of the holy mountain?

After Jiang Feng found this, he was surprised in his eyes

At this moment, his eyes swept away from the stone statue. There were thirty-six groups of huge runes in the place where Jiuyou holy city was not allowed to enter. Each group of runes was composed of thousands of small runes. It was vast and unpredictable, and it was blooming with a wonderful power.

Does the thirty-six runes correspond to the thirty-six martial arts? The surprise in Jiang Feng's eyes is more and more intense. He vaguely feels that the secret of Jiuyou holy city is here!

"Daowen... The power of ancient road!" The mysterious man on the sword boat seems to have a ray of light in his eyes, as if he had emotional color in a flash, rather than a walking corpse.

Daowen, ancient road? Jiang Feng, hearing the words, opens the eye of heaven and sweeps away the runes. A moment later, he closes the eye of heaven and looks shocked!

If it is Dao Wen!

The so-called Daowen is that the monks who step into the ruins can gradually understand their own martial arts. When they reach the peak of the ruins, or even above, they will be able to trace the Tao and depict the Daowen. Within the Daowen, it contains the power of the depictor.

As for the power of the ancient road, it is a mysterious and powerful power. This power originates from a secret method. Only those who understand the way can practice and master it. Once they practice this secret method, they will gradually master the power of the ancient road,

It is said that this is a kind of power approaching the immortal power infinitely, and it is also the ultimate power that a monk can comprehend before he has stepped into the superior plane.

On the top of the holy mountain, there are Taoist patterns and the power of the ancient road. This is indeed an amazing discovery. However, why did Jiuyou holy city take such a fancy to this place!

"Master, this is the holy mountain. It's just a place where our ancestors once practiced. There's nothing special about it." Ye Wuying came out dignified and stood in front of the sword boat, which meant to protect the holy mountain.

"Here... There are ancient secrets. Let me have a look!" The friar on the boat said in a low and indifferent voice. At this time, he was like a man who had lost his mind. He could express some words normally.

However, some of his words are too amazing. How can the holy mountain have the secret arts of the ancient way? It's a powerful art that can only be touched by the peak of the ruins, or even the more terrifying strongman of the heaven. How can there be the holy city of Jiuyou?

"I can't understand what my predecessors are saying. It's just an ordinary mountain. Because there are ancestors practicing here, it's listed as a holy mountain." Ye Wuying said solemnly, but everyone could see that in his eyes, there was a flicker of uneasiness.