Chapter 4392

The top of the head is covered with dark clouds, which seem to be close at hand. It is full of depression and depression. The sea is raging at the foot, and one fierce but dark vortex after another appears, which makes me fall from afar Ji Xing looks around in a daze. He doesn't understand why he is suddenly in the extreme south of the East China Sea. He feels like he is in a state of panic and disaster.

WOW!

With a huge roar, the tide surged more than a hundred feet, and Ji Xing was almost swallowed up. His eyes were straight, and he saw that the bottom of the sea was collapsing layer upon layer, and it seemed that it was beginning to disintegrate completely. Countless objects in the deep sea became corpses without any resistance, and the corpses were soon ashes.

This kind of destruction spread in all directions, as if to affect the whole real world, full of dark, hidden in the dark only make people numb.

"This is the end of the era and the end of the day advocated by Luo Jiao?" Ji Xing's heart suddenly came up with this idea, more fear inexplicable.

Just then, he found that he had two things he had never seen before in his hands. His left hand was a common wooden box, which seemed to have nothing in it. In his right hand, he held an ancient stone tablet half a person high, with four ancient seal characters of "yuxu zhaoluo".

"Yuxu zhaoluo, isn't that the name of Shizu?" Ji Xing seemed to think of something. With a flash of inspiration, he suddenly threw the stone tablet and the ordinary wooden box to the sea.

Two things sank into the sea, the wind and waves subsided immediately, and the collapse of the seabed was restrained and eased, and the doomsday scene was empty.

"It works!" With the suppression, Ji Xing's body was filled with ecstasy, and he couldn't help shouting.

With this call, he woke up. What he had just seen faded away. In front of him was the simple environment in the thatched cottage. His master was sitting cross legged, breathing the first breath of purple in the morning.

At this time, Ji Xing's memory slowly returned to his mind. After paying homage to the founder Yuanshi Tianzun and the founder Yuanhuang Tianzun yesterday, he was officially listed in the gate wall. He learned that the unknown skill he practiced in the past was the evolution of the general principle of "seven swords of cutting the sky". He was really surprised. He stayed here and asked for his master's instruction and guidance. He didn't meditate until midnight A nightmare!

After stepping into the location, I have few normal dreams, not to mention nightmares Ji Xing frowned slightly. His heart was full of doubts. He looked around at will.

All of a sudden, his eyes were awe inspiring, and he saw an ordinary wooden box in front of the statue of emperor Shizu of the Yuan Dynasty, with a half human high stone tablet at the bottom. The taste of antiquity was beyond words.

Really, there are these two things Ji Xing is startled. He instinctively looks at master he mu, but his eyes are half open and half closed. He is still focused on Cultivation and has no awareness of the outside world.

With doubts, expectations, consternation and mixed emotions, Ji Xing leaned over carefully and reached out to touch the half human high stone tablet, which was different from what he saw in his dream. There was no seal script on it.

As soon as they got in touch with each other, the stone tablet suddenly shrank, turned into a palm, and fell into Ji Xing's hands. The ordinary wooden box also slipped.

Ji Xing catches the wooden box and has a guess in his heart:

"is it Shizu's dream borrowing point? Let me put these two things into the far south of the East China Sea? "

"There seems to be the weakest place in the real world. Where will the erosion of Jiuyou and the coming of the end begin?"

Ji Xing hides the two things when his thoughts fluctuate. When master he Mu has finished taking them, he tries to find out that he doesn't know anything about them, so he conceals them and continues to receive instructions.

Half a month later, Ji Xing left the island where he was born. Then he found an excuse to leave the team and quietly went south to the extreme south of the East China Sea.

After transmission and flight, the sea area appeared in Ji Xing's eyes. The sky was blue and cloudless. On a sunny day, there was no expected dark cloud on the top of the sea. However, the sea was gentle and undulating, and the fish jumped into the boat. There was no dream of heaven and earth collapsing and doomsday coming.

Ji Xing frowned at the scene. After thinking for a long time, he had no idea. Finally, he decided to sink the two things into the bottom of the sea.

Taking out the stone tablet and seeing the blank space without words on it, Ji Xing thought about it, stretched out his fingers and tried to write.

With cold touch and fingers, Ji Xing wrote four ancient seal characters of "yuxu zhaoluo". Then he threw them and ordinary wooden boxes into the sea and watched them sink and float.

Without any change, Ji Xing waited for a long time and finally shook his head and left.

His figure had just disappeared in the sea area, and a whirlwind rolled up in the air. He reached out a fluffy palm and grabbed the ordinary wooden box.

It's jiulingyuansheng!

When it used to guard Jiuyou, it got a piece of news from Zhao Fugui. Now it takes the wooden box here and gives it to the green emperor!

The wooden box is not made of special materials. The inner condition has emerged in the heart of jiulingyuan saint. It is empty and empty!

What's the implication? While guessing the meaning of the simple wooden box, Jiuling Yuansheng takes a deep look at the stone tablet that sank to the bottom of the sea. His figure flickers and returns to the boundary of Fusang ancient tree to meet the Qing emperor.

The Qing emperor took the wooden box and opened the lid, revealing the emptiness inside.At this time, with the breath of Fusang ancient trees, the emptiness suddenly swayed, and there was a ripple. It seemed that an unformed illusory fruit appeared, but there was nothing.

"Out of nothing..." Jiuling Yuansheng's eyes were fixed, and this idea suddenly appeared in his heart.

………

Zhao Fugui sits on the top of the dark mountain peak of Jiuyou. From time to time, he attracts people who come into Jiuyou by mistake and asks them to send one green jade box after another to Fusang ancient tree territory.

Of course, none of them can be delivered successfully. It's just a contest between powerful and powerful people from all sides.

I don't know how long later, he suddenly opened his eyes, which were always closed. They were dark, as if they contained everything. Even time was no exception.

At this time, there was a flash of light in the Douri palace, and a box carved of mutton fell directly into Jiuyou from thirty-three days away, in front of Zhao Fugui.

Catching the jade box and slowly opening it, a flag appeared in Zhao Fugui's eyes, which was like a flag but not a flag, like an axe but not an axe. It was filled with the air of congenital chaos, which seemed heavy and unreal. Two original Taoist lines wrote the taboo:

"Pangu!"

Pangu banner!

The most powerful weapon of Yuanshi Tianzun!

However, what Zhao Fugui is looking at is only the development of the illusory Road, not the authentic one, but the meaning of the ancient vicissitudes is not inferior to half a cent.

This is the "Kaitian fruit" cut by the emperor of the Yuan Dynasty? Like the original "Dao Yi Yin"? I didn't give it to you until today. Are you worried that I won't accept it? Zhao Fugui's eyes were deep, and he didn't see any waves. He reached out with his right hand, held the present Pangu banner, and turned the Wuji seal.

I don't know how long, maybe three or five years later, Pan Gu's flag has disappeared, and Zhao Fugui's feeling is more and more misty.

He got up slowly, and suddenly looked beyond Jiuyou, to hell, to his hometown, and saw the bright moon.

The sight suddenly has the contact, the nihility outside nine you suddenly boils, then returns to chaos.

Yesterday's debt, today to ask!

There is a sword behind Zhao Fugui's back. The sword is the king's unique sword, and the sword is the emperor's sword. The two intersect, and purple light and light gold dance together.

He closed his lips, looked indifferent, carried his sword and sword, and went to Jiuyou step by step. He seemed to have nothing to hide from his actions. He wanted to break free from the sea of suffering, and he did not wait for the opportunity of Maitreya's impact on the other side.

Whether Maitreya will seize this opportunity is another matter.

Douliu palace, yaohuang palace, paradise, pure land of Bodhi, vacuum hometown, peak of Lingshan mountain, and boundary of Fusang ancient trees, all of them are watching.