Chapter 1140: The Last Words of the Ancient Saint

The palace was empty and there were no plaques or other signs to indicate the name of the palace. There were only hundreds of giant stone pillars around this quaint palace, and a tall statue stood on each pillar. These statues were all elderly men and women with solemn faces. Everyone looked down slightly and looked down at the bottom, as if they were looking at Wuqi and others.

Wuqi and his group also looked up at the statues. They all had the same tall crowns and the same robes. Everyone's expressions were so serious, and the granite expressions even showed a deep and indescribable aura of death. Wuqi always felt that these elderly men and women were like death row prisoners who were waiting for death row in the death row, as if they knew that their death date was approaching, and everyone was just trying to calm down.

However, the power contained in these statues shocked Wuqi and others. It was a terrifying energy that was several times stronger than Wuqi. These incredibly powerful energy were evenly distributed in the statue. Obviously, these forces were only used to maintain the statue from damage.

"Luxury, too extravagant!" Ao Buzun exclaimed: "Isn't it just a group of statues? As for putting such great efforts?"

After discussing the heads of these statues for a while, Ao Buzun squatted on the ground, buckled the ground hard, and shook his head and sighed. Unlike these statues that consumed great power to maintain, the materials used in this palace and the square outside the palace were simply too shabby. There was no precious material used, but the ordinary granite that could be seen everywhere. The polishing technique was very exquisite, and the patterns of the rocks were made up into exquisite patterns, which looked like they had a heavy charm.

Under the gaze of the statues, slowly walked towards the main entrance of the palace along the middle corridor. Wuqi looked up from time to time and looked up at the statues on the top of the huge pillars. Needless to ask, these people must have been powerful people who once called for wind and rain in the holy world. Moreover, ordinary spiritual ancestors did not think of leaving their own figures here. They were at least famous saints.

The once glorious and infinite holy realm left endless holy realm with endless imagination for the creatures in the Pangu world and the chaotic world. The supreme beings who are high above dominate the fate of billions of creatures, now they have only left these statues.

Holding Princess Chengle and Qixia's hands, Wuqi walked and smiled, "We won't become statues in the future, right? I remember that I once said a long time ago that I will live well and live well with the people around me!"

For some reason, walking in this dead and silent palace, Wuqi suddenly remembered what happened a long time ago. He remembered that on earth, in the ruins of the ancient city in Machu Picchu, he, his teachers and friends, and his brothers were easily defeated by others like crushed ants. What is the invincible Taoist who is driving the flying sword?

Wuqi suddenly found that he had forgotten the name of the Taoist Qingcheng, but he still remembered the despair and helplessness at that time. It was such despair and helplessness that drove him to this day, driving him to struggle hard and struggled hard, and gained higher power and greater strength at all costs. He not only wanted to protect himself, but also protect the people around him.

The palm tightened slightly, and he wanted to protect his two wives and the children in their wombs. Princess Junle had the crystal of his and her wombs, a cute life destined to be powerful; Qixia had the terrible 360,000 invisible demons from the outer realm. But no matter whether they were demon species or demons, they were all His Wuqi's children. He wanted to protect them!

His eyes glanced at Ao Buzun and his group walking beside him.

His brothers, his friends, and his disciples are all people he cares about. He needs stronger power, he needs more power, and he wants to protect them. Whether it is a boundary breaker or something else, if you want to infringe on his interests, then you will never die!

Looking up at the statues standing on the top of the pillars, Wuqi smiled mockingly, these saints who were once high! What were they thinking when they fell? Have they ever felt like a sense of crisis like Wuqi, have they ever struggled to survive like Wuqi, have they ever pursued power by any means like Wuqi?

A little bit of a flash of spiritual light between the eyebrows, and the first innate thief's energy turned into an invisible net and spread out, quietly covering the hundreds of statues. Wuqi controlled the thief's energy to gradually invade these statues, and shouted in a low voice: "Since you are silent, why do you leave this figure? If you die, die. If you leave the statue, you will not miss you. Only living is real. If you die, die cleanly!"

The sound of "papa" was constantly coming, and one statue after another turned into a dazzling and shining stream of light as diamond dust floated down. The outer edges of these statues were protected by prohibitions, but under the invasion of the thief, these prohibitions were cracked by Wuqi, and all the power in the statue turned into pure holy power and flew towards Wuqi.

Opening his body and sea of ​​consciousness, Wuqi absorbed these pure and powerful holy powers one after another. A layer of luster flashed with luster on his body, and his breath became even more irresistible.

The sky was filled with light like snow, and the streams of light kept falling, and statues shattered one after another. Ao Buzun looked at the constantly shattered statues and suddenly sighed: "Tsk, are the saints in the holy world all old men and women? Why are there no youthful and beautiful people? Tsk, if such statues are destroyed, it is nothing to be a pity!"

After hearing Ao Buzun's words, everyone came to their senses. Isn't it? Why are these statues all a group of old men and women?

But soon everyone raised their eyes and looked at the palaces in the distance. Ao Buzun also laughed. Outside the palace closest to them, there were statues of handsome men and beautiful women standing on the huge pillars. A handsome and elegant boy like a god, with a stunning beauty and a lovely girl. These statues of handsome men and beautiful women are very in line with Ao Buzun's taste.

But outside other palaces, the statues standing on the giant pillars are strange, some are beast-shaped statues, some are bird statues, some are insect-like statues, and some are poisonous snakes and pythons. However, these alien statues are much less than human-shaped statues, such as the python-shaped statues, and only a hundred statues are at most.

It is obvious that the appearance of the saints in the holy world is not the same. Unlike all the monks in the Pangu world who are trying their best to cultivate into human form, the saints in the holy world have more of the original appearance of their own race. But it is obvious that the saints in human form are the mainstream, and at least about 60% of the saints are human-like like Wuqi and others.

All the way, they were amazed, and everyone was whispering to guess the various possibilities of the Holy Realm. They had already walked to the door of this palace.

Hundreds of statues have all shattered, and the holy power in the statue has been absorbed by Wuqi. Wuqi then felt that his body had finally undergone a substantial change. Whether it is physical strength or holy power cultivation, whether it is the range covered by the spiritual consciousness or the keenness of the five senses and six consciousnesses, everything is very different from what just now.

The voice of gathering spirits sounded quietly: "The holy realm is divided into ten levels, the third level of the founding, the third level of the spirit ancestor, the third level of the saint, and the last level is the realm where the strongest seven strongest men are. Congratulations, you are finally a truly qualified founder now, and you are now the weakest "starting" level."

Is this the real founder now? Wuqi shook his head. It seems that although the division of the ranks of the holy realm is simple, the gap between each rank is very different. After moving, Wuqi let go of Princess Zhengle and Qixia's small hands, pressed his hands on the stone door that was about thirteen meters high and two meters wide, and slowly pushed open it with force.

When Wuqi tried hard, he realized that the stone gate was so heavy that it was so heavy that it was so heavy that it was so heavy that it could not be pushed. It was too heavy, and it was hard to describe it. Wuqi's forehead collapsed, his whole body was sweating profusely, and the smell of blood in his throat turned out. He even used the strength to feed his breasts, and barely pushed the stone gate open a gap that was worthy of entry.

The people on the side were stunned. They fought side by side with Wuqi these days, over the years, and they all knew that Wuqi's power has long exceeded the limit they could guess. But Wuqi, who is so powerful, is so hard to even push open the door. What is the palace gate made of?

Wuqi, who was panting and sweating, took his hand back. He smiled bitterly and looked at the palace gate that had just moved away a gap, and said bitterly: "Forget it, just go in like this. This door is really heavy and unreasonable. Is this ordinary granite?"

As soon as he said that, Wuqi slapped his forehead hard. He laughed at himself, "I forgot again, here, what is ordinary and what is extraordinary, how can there be a standard for evaluation? Maybe this is the granite in the Holy Realm. A piece of granite as big as a palm is as heavy as hundreds of stars? It's just a hell!"

Wuqi suddenly cursed and sweared, because he suddenly saw the stone door that made him tired and exhausted was as thin as the cicada wing! It was even several times thinner than the cicada wing! Such a thin door, in Wuqi's impression, he could blow it into pieces in one breath, which actually made him tired like this!

Everyone looked at each other in surprise, and Ao Buzun, who was the most irresistible, closed his mouth. The supernatural powers of the Holy Realm are really unpredictable. They used their spiritual sense to sweep through the stone door again and again. This was indeed an ordinary granite stone door, and there was no restriction. But how could such a thin granite stone door be so heavy?

After a while of surprise, Wuqi walked into the palace first.

A faint sigh suddenly came from the palace, which scared Wuqi.

A figure suddenly appeared in front of Wuqi and others. This was an old man wearing a white robe and a tall crown. The old man with kind eyebrows looked at Wuqi and others quietly for a while, and suddenly sighed: "You are here? Since you are here... I am dead, right? Oh, I am dead. So many beautiful wines are not enjoyed, and so many beauties are waiting for me to pamper. Why am I dead?"

As he spoke, the old man suddenly burst into tears: "There are thousands of concubines in my palace, why am I dead like this?"

Wuqi felt cold sweat all over. He subconsciously glanced at Ao Buzun. Why did this old guy say the same thing as Ao Buzun?

Before Wuqi could come up with a topic of how to chat with the old man, the old man suddenly smiled and said, "Hey, if you die, you'll die. Anyway, I'm dead, they can't escape. Hehe, so many people die with me, and my old lover and my old rival, I'm not lonely!"

After laughing a few times, the old man pointed at Wuqi and asked, "Xiao Shichuang, do you want the powerful holy weapon left in this palace, or do you want to listen to my last words?"

Wuqi was stunned. The holy weapon and last words? How should I choose this?

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