Beneath the white clothes was a dull yellow dry bone.

Behind the three thousand green silks, there is a dark yellow skeleton.

Pink Skull, that's probably what it said.

"I warmed a pot of wine, half-cooked ......"

The pink skeleton continued to speak, still in that brisk tune, melodious and melodious, obviously this woman must have been a famous character before her death.

However, Zhang Jian shuddered, because he felt a terrifying killing intent from this red and pink skeleton.

This killing intent was mixed in the song, and it was a gentle knife.

"The Great!"

Zhang Jian's figure quickly regressed, and he felt a trace of the power of the Great Emperor from this white-clothed skeleton, obviously he was a strong man in the Great Emperor Realm during his lifetime.

"I locked Qingqiu in the deep courtyard and went to the Qinglou alone to ......"

The singing is still there, but this voice falls on Zhang Jian's ears, but it is like the death song of the god of death, every syllable contains a crazy killing intent, as if he wants to dismantle himself.

At the same time, the white-clothed skeleton was like a ghost, rushing towards Zhang Jian, and a strong crisis emerged in Zhang Jian's heart.

"Fix your finger!"

Feeling this rich crisis, Zhang Jian's eyebrows tightened, and he stretched out his hand to point, directly casting the eighth divine power he had just obtained.

Although the white-clothed skeleton is strong, it is not how many years it has been dead after all, and it is naturally fixed.

However, the white-clothed skeleton still retains a wisp of the power of the Great Emperor, and under this force, it constantly impacts and immobilizes a finger, making the power of Zhang Jian's supernatural power only last for three breaths.

"Great Freedom Slash!"

Pulling out the Mixed Yuan umbrella, a sword as bright as light roared out, slashing in all directions, taking advantage of the opportunity of the white-clothed skeleton being fixed for a while, he cut it in half with a sword.

In an instant, the white clothes were shattered, the green silk dissipated, and the dark yellow skeleton fell to the ground.

Even if he was a Great Emperor Realm powerhouse in front of him, after all, he had been dead for an unknown number of years, and his remaining strength was insufficient, so he was not Zhang Jian's opponent.

Of course, if it is an ordinary saint realm martial artist, I am afraid that it will be disturbed by the singing and cannot be avoided, but for Zhang Jian, this is no hindrance, after all, Zhang Jian has divine thoughts, which is not comparable to ordinary martial artists.

"First of all, the Bodhisattva's dry bones, and then the remnants of the Great Emperor, how many strong people have fallen here, is it possible, on this Forbidden Emperor Mountain, there was once a battlefield of the heavens?"

Looking at the skeleton at his feet, Zhang Jian's brows furrowed, he seemed to have guessed the danger here.

There is no doubt that the biggest danger in this place is the prohibition, the dark red forbidden power is enough to make the saint realm fearful, and the gray-brown forbidden power is even more dangerous for the powerhouses of the Great Emperor Realm.

And Zhang Jian was able to get here safely, not because of his strong strength, but because of Heiding.

If it weren't for Heiding, I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to get here.

However, the ban is only the first crisis, and these strong men who died many years ago are the second crisis here.

Some of these strong people left their residual thoughts, and some of them completely dissipated due to the passage of time, just like the dry bones of the Bodhisattva that Zhang Jian had seen before.

At this time, Zhang Jiankan walked to the foot of the mountain, and he had already encountered the remnants of the powerhouse of the Great Emperor Realm.

If you continue to go up, you will definitely encounter more crises.

However, Zhang Jian had to continue climbing.

Because the Chaos Fruit may be somewhere in the Forbidden Emperor Mountain, if he can't get it, what's the point of him coming to this boundless realm?

Therefore, Zhang Jian will not give up.

Thinking of this, Zhang Jian was silent, and immediately held the black tripod in his hand, and continued to walk towards the top of the Forbidden Emperor Mountain.

......

The top of the Forbidden Emperor Mountain, no one knows what it looks like here, even if it is the Danyuan Emperor, at most he has only walked to the foot of the mountain, and if he wants to step into the top of the mountain, it is far away.

And after Zhang Jian killed the white-clothed skeleton, a divine thought that seemed to be absent fell from the top of the mountain.

On the top of the mountain, there is a small temple, the small temple is not big, with black tiles and white walls, and there are many ink paintings painted on the wall, which looks ancient and ancient.

However, this small temple is very peculiar because there are no doors and windows.

A small temple without doors and windows, this is the only scenery on the Forbidden Emperor Mountain.

However, in this small temple, there is a figure lying quietly, it is hard to imagine how he is in such a small temple without doors and windows.

There are no doors and windows, and the small temple is naturally dark.

This figure is naturally black, but his eyes are also black, black and godless, black and dim, as if there has never been light.

"Qiankun Ding!"

In this small temple without doors and windows, I don't know how many years it has been quiet, but at this time, there is a leisurely sound, which sounds lightly.

This voice has traveled through the long river of time, as if the last word was thousands of years ago, and the next word appeared at this moment, which is extremely strange.

"I felt the breath of Dan Qingzi from him!"

This melodious sound sounded again, but it was full of vicissitudes and sighs.

As if caught in a memory, the small temple fell silent again, and after a long time, a sigh sounded again.

"I'm a sinner, I'm sorry for the sect!"

The sound of yoyo echoed again, full of guilt and self-blame, and a little whimper.

But Zhang Jian didn't know all this, and at this time he was trying to climb.

Along the way, he finally encountered more elixirs, including many imperial medicines, and the Emperor's remnants also encountered twice, but they were both killed by Zhang Jian.

However, when Zhang Jian had just stepped into the mountainside, he finally encountered a strange beast.

This was the first strange beast Zhang Jian encountered on the Forbidden Emperor Mountain, and it was also the strongest strange beast he had ever seen.

This is a strange beast no more than a hundred zhang in size, gray all over, only the eyes, white and flawless.

This strange beast resembles a tiger, but it has a human face, it is a young man, and it is staring at Zhang Jian at this time, fierce and powerful.

Human-faced demon tiger, this is the name that Zhang Jian gave to this strange beast, but his heart is extremely vigilant, because this human-faced demon tiger is different from those emperors' remnants, and it is a real threat.

Moreover, the strength of the human-faced demon tiger is the ninth level of the saint realm.

Although Zhang Jian had killed Lu Liangsheng, it was a must-kill blow that consumed all his strength, but at this time, he was in the Forbidden Emperor Mountain, and Zhang Jian did not dare to take any more risks.

Even if he has broken through to the saint realm now, he still doesn't dare to underestimate the human-faced demon tiger in front of him.

"Human flesh and blood, I haven't tasted it for a long time, I must open the meat today!"

The human-faced demon tiger was fierce, licked his lips, and looked at Zhang Jian's gaze, as if looking at his prey again.

Zhang Jian frowned slightly, if he could not fight, he was unwilling to waste his strength, but obviously, this human-faced demon tiger did not intend to let him go.

At the foot of the mountain, there is the prohibition and the remnants of the emperor, and the mountainside is a strange beast of the level of the human-faced demon tiger.

But in the mountains and on the top of the mountain, what kind of danger awaits you?

Zhang Jian didn't know, but he couldn't retreat, because retreating meant giving up! And he would never give up, so he took a step forward, stretched out his hand, and pulled out the mixed yuan umbrella.