Chapter 1164

After listening to Qin Xuan's words, Mu Tian Shengjun was quiet for a moment, and then a voice came out of his mouth: "get out!"

When the wind blew, Qin Xuan's look suddenly solidified there, a little caught off guard.

"What a smelly temper." Qin Xuan left his mouth and whispered, no, no, as for being so cruel?

It seems that after hearing Qin Xuan's words, Mu Tian Shengjun said again: "no one has ever dared to negotiate terms with me. You are the first person, and you even want me to teach you experience. It's really beautiful for you."

"Since I came here, I naturally want to do everything to improve myself." Qin Xuan said frankly, his tone was neither humble nor overbearing, and a wisp of self-confidence was faintly reflected in his eyes.

Looking at the stone statue again, Qin Xuan looked calm and spoke faintly: "elder, I'm so humble. Is it because I'm worried that I'm too talented to learn all your abilities?"

"Oh?" Mu Tian Shengjun seemed to be interested and said, "although it's an exciting method, I'd rather be inspired. Since you ask for trouble, don't blame me for not reminding you."

Of course, Mu Tian Shengjun could see Qin Xuan's pride. Otherwise, he didn't dare to say such words in front of him.

The reason why he let Qin Xuan roll just now was to test Qin Xuan's pressure bearing capacity. If he was drunk back by a word, he just couldn't pass the level of courage. If he encountered a crisis of life and death in the future, it would also be difficult to get through safely.

In fact, not only for Qin Xuan, but also for those who wanted to directly learn from them.

In a sense, the practice experience is also a kind of inheritance.

In this way, they want to consider whether they are really qualified to accept their inheritance. They don't want to reduce the inheritance to a useless person, even if that person has good talent.

Fortunately, Qin Xuan's performance satisfied him.

"What does the elder mean?" Qin Xuan's eyes brightened when he heard the words of Mu Tian Shengjun.

"You want to learn the rules of power from me. It's very simple, as long as you can bear the pressure of my longbow." Mutian Shengjun said faintly, and the voice fell, and an invisible wave spread. Qin Xuan's pupil shrank suddenly and found that the long bow in the stone statue's hand was gradually blooming with dazzling brilliance. At the same time, there was a faint sound of dragon singing from the long bow.

"This long bow is a real magic weapon!" Qin Xuan suddenly realized something, and his heart trembled. He thought that the long bow was just transformed by the holy emperor of Mu Tian with aura. Unexpectedly, it was a real sacred artifact, which was just sealed.

Thinking of this, a terrible thought flashed through Qin Xuan's mind.

If the long bow is true, what about the stone statue?

Is there a possibility that this stone statue is transformed by the emperor Mu Tian in his own flesh?

Qin Xuan felt that the idea was too crazy. He only heard a bang. The light emitted by the long bow was extremely powerful and dazzling.

The long bow broke away from the stone statue, grew bigger and bigger, floated to the sky, and lay between heaven and earth. Then a strong and domineering pressure came down.

At this moment, the whole heaven and earth seemed to be shrouded in the pressure. Qin Xuan looked up and trembled violently because of the pressure. He felt an extremely overbearing breath that was oppressing his soul and wanted him to surrender.

"Ow!

A loud and melodious sound of the Dragon came out, and a terrible sound wave force rushed into Qin Xuan's eardrum, which shook Qin Xuan's eardrum and seemed to be torn apart.

Qin Xuan's face was very ugly at once, but he was still trying to stick to it. The star Vientiane map in his body accelerated, and the star light flowed all over his body. His body seemed to be covered with a star armor to resist the threat.

"Star power?" The shepherd Saint Jun said softly. He seemed surprised that the little guy still understood the rules of the stars?

However, Qin Xuan had no time to take into account what Mu Tian Shengjun was thinking at this time. All his mind was tight and tried hard to resist the pressure released by the long bow. He finally understood what Mu Tian Shengjun had said before.

This long bow is a sacred weapon. Can he bear the pressure?

This is also where Qin Xuan wondered.

If it was really a sacred weapon, he could not resist anyway, but at the moment, although he felt very painful, he still endured it, which made Qin Xuan unable to see through the idea of Mutian Shengjun.

"This bow is called holy dragon. The bow body is made of top-level materials and poured with the blood of purple dragon. It contains a trace of the true spirit of demon dragon. If you can persist for three days, you can get something." The way of the holy emperor of Mu Tian, with light clouds and light wind.

"Three days..." Qin Xuan's face suddenly collapsed. He wanted to cry without tears. Every second he stayed here was suffering. He had to bear it for three days. Is this a joke?

"Senior, why don't we change another way?" Qin Xuan shouted.

However, there was no response.

The holy emperor of Mu Tian seemed to disappear, and only the voice of Qin Xuan echoed in the space.

Qin Xuan's face turned iron blue. It seems that he won't let Mu Tian Shengjun speak again in the past three days. This old fellow is cruel enough!

However, at the same time, similar scenes are taking place in the other two directions of the wasteland.

Before a stone statue, a long golden gun was suspended in the air, which seemed to run through heaven and earth. There was a terrible wave on the gun, threatening the void.

Under the long gun, Murong Guangzhao bent his body, and his handsome face looked ferocious at this time. Sometimes there was a slight convulsion. It seemed that he was under great pressure.

"Old bastard!" Murong Guangzhao scolded secretly in his heart, and his face was in pain.

He just wanted to ask some questions. Unexpectedly, the stone statue was suddenly angry and offered a long gun directly. He also said that he was only given three days. If he couldn't resist, he would roll out of the wasteland. He was extremely strong.

In front of another stone statue, Ji Xuan appeared there, but the situation is also very bad.

There was a dust brush on his head, which seemed soft and calm, but still released the terrible power of repression.

All three of them are experiencing a similar situation and are under the pressure of top holy vessels.

Of course, the strength of the coercion is under the control of the waste owners. It can be resisted by Qin Xuan, but it can bring them great pressure.

In the twinkling of an eye, a day passed, and there were many powerful waves hovering over the void of the wasteland, as if they were communicating.

"What is this generation of landlords doing? Sending three young people in the imperial territory doesn't play a big role at all. On the contrary, it also wastes our energy." A majestic voice sounded, showing some displeasure.

"I don't know. Maybe he has his own reason. Since we have fallen, we don't care too much. Just do our part."

"Yes, it's up to them to deal with the affairs of the younger generation. There's nothing we can do if a group of fallen people want to intervene."

One voice after another, from the continuous direction, the owner of these voices is naturally the owner of the past dynasties buried in the wasteland.

"It's interesting for the emperor to come in this time. It's also interesting for the emperor to come in." A laugh sounded and seemed very happy.

"Hum, Qingxu, one of your men is naturally happy, but none of us!" Someone immediately retorted, with a tone of envy.

Only three people came in. Many of them can only watch. It's really depressing.

"Qingxu, how about that little guy?" Someone asked.

"Talent is not bad. It is a holy body of light, and it is extremely rare to understand the double rules of time and space." The Vientiane famine Lord praised: "however, the guy was very proud and wanted to leave after asking a few words. I directly left him and frustrated his spirit by the way."

"Is he proud?" A disdainful voice came out, and it was Mu Tian Shengjun who spoke. He continued: "I met that boy and dared to negotiate terms with me to excite me. If I had my temper, I would have to suppress him for a hundred years!"

"Oh, is there such a thing?" Many surprised voices sounded when hearing the words of Mutian Shengjun, and they were interested in the life in Mutian Shengjun's mouth.

People in the imperial realm dare to negotiate terms with saints. This little guy is a little unusual.

"Listen to what you said, it seems that what I met is the most humble." Another voice came out. It was very warm and gentle, and it was obvious that it was made by an old man.

The old man's voice came out, and the space was suddenly quiet for a few minutes. It seemed that they all respected the old man.

The old man, known as the king of Taihua, is the second famine Lord. Besides the first famine Lord, his qualifications can be said to be the highest.

The people present are the descendants of the Taihua emperor, and many people appeared hundreds of thousands of years later after several times.

Taihua Shengjun has really experienced the prosperity of ancient times and has the widest knowledge. Therefore, although other famine owners are proud, they respect him very much. Even if their strength is not different, they have reached the highest level.

"These three people must have passed the test of senior Yuqing and be liked by senior Yuqing, which is enough to prove that they have good talent." A voice said.

Hearing the word "Yuqing", there was a brief calm in the space again. Even the king of Taihua kept silent at this time.

Yuqing is the title of the first famine Lord.

In this wasteland, whoever has the highest status is undoubtedly the first wasteland Lord Yuqing Shengjun.

The wasteland owner means that he is the master of the wasteland. All the people present were the masters of the wasteland in a certain period. However, in the hearts of their wasteland owners, Yuqing Shengjun is the real master of the wasteland.

He created a wasteland with one man's strength. Without him, later people would not come here, and they would not have achieved so much.

"Unfortunately, master Yuqing has been sleeping for many years and doesn't know when he will wake up. Maybe he will never wake up." Some people sigh that the era of Yuqing Shengjun's existence is too far away now. Even the strongest soul can't resist the erosion of long years.

It is precisely in anticipation of this that Yuqing Shengjun saved most of his soul power in the statue on the ninth floor of the Ferris castle, and only a few remained in the wasteland.