Long Jiangling If time is rewind 2,000 years, this woman's name is enough to make all men in the world tremble.
In those days, there was not a single man who saw her, without bowing his head, without kneeling.
Even in that era, there were several amazing heroes who avoided her from afar, not wanting to get too close to her.
A woman can be called an emperor, which not only requires strong cultivation, ruthless means, supreme wisdom, and ruthless heart, but also to overcome all the weaknesses of a woman.
Such a woman may not be able to produce one in 10,000 years But if a woman is too strong, she will always have a fatal weakness, and even if she cultivates to the heavens, she can't overcome it.
Long Jiangling died in the end, reigning for two hundred and fifty years, and when she died, she was still more beautiful than flowers, as young as a twenty-eight beauty.
On that day, blood stained the Shendu Imperial Palace, and the mourning bell rang for nine days.
A generation of empresses, beautiful as immortals, died suddenly, no one knows how she died, and no one knows who killed her But in that era, only one person could kill her.
That is, herself Long Jiangling has been dead for two thousand years, no matter how amazing and beautiful she used to be, but after all, she died in that era, and future generations can only see her name in ancient books and annals.
Today, however, she reappears on the surface of the lake.
It flew out of the three names of "Long Jiangling" that she had carved by herself, at that time, she had not yet worn the ninety-five dragon robe, but she already had the aura of the dragon emperor on her body, which was noble and compelling, so that people could only look up to her.
This was just an immortal phantom, and she was only at the peak of the Divine Foundation at that time "Boom" Her coercion made people artificially retreat, and with a slap of her hand, the golden spear in the palm of the golden-robed monk was shattered and shattered into three sections.
"Poof" This golden-robed monk who had reached the peak of the Divine Foundation and comprehended the Nine Divine Senses, his body turned into a blood mist, and not even a single bone was intact.
The projection of the empress flew back to the stone tablet and turned into three ancient characters, Long Jiangling This scene is really amazing, two thousand years ago, the world-famous figures, actually imprinted a wisp of divine soul on the holy monument, and the combat power simply exceeded the king of the same realm several times, and it was invincible at all.
"Is this the demeanor of the empress when she was young?"
The eight dragon chariots flew on the northern canopy, obscured by a black cloud, and the voice of Princess Luofu came from the dragon chariots.
She seemed to be talking to herself, as if asking.
Shi Yelai has reached the rank of epic geniuses, but after all, he is still a dog under Princess Luofu, and he is naturally unwilling in his heart, no one is willing to be a dog, but he can only endure it.
He was waiting for an opportunity, a chance to make Princess Luofu doomed, so that he could turn over and become the master, and it was Princess Luofu who turned into a dog.
Whenever I thought of Princess Luofu kneeling in front of him like a dog, begging him, letting him snort and drink, letting him beat and scold and ravage, the blood in his body couldn't help but boil.
If you can wait until that day, even if you become a dog now, what is there to do Princess Luofu naturally knows that this dog is very restless, but this is the most ferocious dog, the most able to bite, if she wants to become a peerless empress like Long Jiangling, if she can't even tame a dog, how can she tame the world "Long Jiangling is nothing more than that, if I make a move, I will definitely be able to shatter the divine soul brand she left on the holy list."
Shi Yelai was wearing a white robe, and he stood next to the eight dragons, respectful and respectful, not daring to cross the line.
"When the empress left her name, she was only at the peak of her god's foundation.
If you go to break into the Holy Monument now, it will not be the empress who fights you, and it will definitely be the sage overlord of the same realm as you, you are just barely reaching the epic level, and you are still too far away if you want to fight with these sage overlords.
Mu Tantian smiled disdainfully.
Mu Tantian and Mu Shudi are both the top geniuses of the Mu family, the young male masters of the Shenji Great Perfection level, and the two right-hand men who sit down with Princess Luofu.
If you want to leave your name on the holy tablet, you must first defeat an ancient person in the same realm on the holy tablet, and this is only the first step.
"I'm scared, the former empress, it's really extraordinary, such a powerful power, is this still the strength of the peak of the Shenji" Bi Ningshuai saw the empress's phantom shot, it was too shocking, he didn't dare to imagine that the peak of the Shenji could exert such a terrifying power.
"Uncle Shi, can you be so powerful" Wang Meng's cultivation was a few points weaker than the golden-robed man, but the golden-robed man was killed by the empress in seconds, so he naturally didn't dare to break into the holy monument again.
Bi Ningshuai also stared at Feng Feiyun, this is also a pervert Ah Shenji is a master who can kill the peak of Shenji and cultivate the Seven Divine Senses in the middle stage, and he broke through the Infinite Tower, and his cultivation is even higher.
Feng Feiyun shook his head and said, "Her combat power is more than ten times better than mine, even if I cultivate the ninth divine sense, I can only take one move from her at most, and the second move will definitely die in her hands." ” Feng Feiyun has now cultivated the eighth divine consciousness, and he is only two steps away from the Great Perfection of the Divine Foundation, and he has already calculated just now that the gap between himself and the empress when he was young is that even he himself doesn't believe in the result.
The talent of human beings can be so terrifying, it has almost surpassed the phoenix.
"Then what if you use a spirit weapon," Bi Ningshuai said.
Feng Feiyun said: "It's useless, the spirit weapon will be suppressed by the power of the Holy Monument, and it won't be able to exert its power at all, if you want to leave a name on the Holy Monument, you must rely on your true skills." ” "Brother, then don't you have no hope" The little demon took Feng Feiyun by the sleeve and raised his head to stare at him.
Obviously, she also wants to go to the holy monument to leave her name, but she doesn't know how powerful her opponent is.
"That's not necessarily, if you can let it" Feng Feiyun said half of his words, he paused again, his eyes condensed on the thirty-three-zhang high holy monument, and a pair of pupils burned with raging flames.
He found a clue and wanted to see through this holy tablet, he felt that this holy tablet had a legendary power, and this power he had only seen in the classics of the Phoenix Demon Clan, but it was only similar, but he couldn't be sure.
When the moonlight shines, the light of the holy monument is as pure as jade, like a stone cliff broken from the sky, full of spirituality.
"If it is really that kind of spirit stone, then these people who once left their names on the holy monument may one day take the stone body, refine the true body, walk out of the stone, and come back to life against the sky."
There are eighteen kinds of spirit stones in this world, one is more strange than the other, and the higher the ranking, the rarer it is, and even unique in heaven and earth.
For example, the tenth-ranked Dragon Spirit Stone, there is only one piece in the entire Shenjin Dynasty, which can suppress the national fortune and protect the peace of the Shenjin Dynasty for thousands of years in the dark.
Another example is the seventh-ranked Transformation Stone, which is the stone after the Transformation of the Holy Spirit, if you can comprehend the true essence of the Transformation Stone, after thousands of years, you may be able to cultivate into a half-Holy Spirit.
In the legend, there are some more precious and rare spirit stones, some can even fill the sky, some can control the boundary, and some can illuminate a starry sky And the stone tablet in front of him reminded Feng Feiyun of a spirit stone that existed in the legend of deification, but he had never seen this kind of spirit stone, and he didn't believe that this kind of spirit stone would appear in the human realm, so he didn't say it.
No one dared to break into the holy monument anymore, and they didn't want to follow in the footsteps of that golden-robed male monk.
"After the Tengu eats the moon, the heavens and the earth will fall into absolute darkness, and the power of the holy monument will drop by half, and this will be the best time to make a name."
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Many people know that those sages are so powerful that it is difficult to defeat them, and only when the power of the Holy Monument drops by half can they take advantage of it.
"Even if the power of the Holy Monument drops by half, the current world can find a person who can defeat the Empress at the peak of the Divine Foundation, someone who can find a Divine Foundation Great Perfection who defeats Nalan Hongtao, and someone who can defeat the Buddha Silkworm in the third level of the Mandate of Heaven," someone asked such a question, and everyone was silent.
"Not necessarily," came a shadowy voice.
A black cloth sail wrapped in the sky, like a black cloud, flew from the western sky, covering the moon above the sky and blocking the flying snow in the sky. swish A man in black with a blood mist floating above his head stood on the surface of the lake out of thin air, he stretched out a hand, and the black cloth sail above the canopy of the sky was wrapped and put into his hand.
It was a bloodless man, whose skin was whiter than the snow on the ground, and whiter than the dead.
White face and black robe As soon as he appeared, everyone fell silent.
"Nima, they really came here" Bi Ningshuai plunged into the snowdrift again, exposing only one butt and two legs outside, like an ostrich.
This is one of those few evil sect descendants, and I don't know which evil sect Bi Ningshuai is referring to, which evil sect can scare him like this.
Wang Meng lifted one of his calves, dragged him out of the snowdrift, put it in his hand, and asked, "Who are these people, even if it is the Lord of Yama, you don't have to be scared like this."
"They are Lord Yama, Lord Little Yama" Bi Ningshuai covered his face with his hands, afraid of being recognized.
"If you don't say it, believe it or not, I'll throw you over" Wang Meng laughed, and shook Bi Ning's handsome and thin monkey-like body in the air.
Bi Ningshuai's cultivation was originally above Wang Meng, but at this moment, he was so frightened that he couldn't even use his own cultivation.
"Don't, don't, I said, I said it's not okay" Bi Ningshuai was really afraid that Wang Meng would throw him over, so he would die, and said slowly: "This white-faced and black-clothed man is His Royal Highness the Fourth Hall of Senluo Palace." ”: