The Ten Thousand Dao Sword Sect has a "Ten Thousand Treasures".

In this book, there are many magic weapons recorded in Kyushu, and the magic weapons that can climb the "Ten Thousand Treasures" are all the existence of the ground level.

This bronze bell.

It is even the "Golden Pattern Hongmeng Bell" specially marked in "Wanbaolu". According to the description of the "Ten Thousand Treasures", this magic weapon is a high-grade earth, and it was once used by the enlightened Tianzun. Taken from the world's 3,600 treasures forged, with the death of the enlightened Tianzun, the 'Golden Pattern Hongmeng Bell' has not been available for more than 3,000 years.

But who would have thought that this corpse chaser actually excavated the tomb of the Enlightened Tianzun and took away the 'Golden Pattern Hongmeng Bell'!

"Senior sister, this 'Golden Pattern Hongmeng Bell' has been placed in the mausoleum for more than 3,000 years, and the aura has dissipated, but it is just a magic weapon of the Xuan Rank...... Mo Li couldn't help but say.

Qiong Qing shook her head and said, "Even if the aura dissipates, only the power of the Xuan Rank is left, but this 'Golden Pattern Hongmeng Bell' is still not to be underestimated." This bell is both offensive and defensive, and once the Enlightened Heavenly Venerable used this bell to fight more than 30 god-transforming powerhouses without being defeated, it can be seen how terrifying it is!"

Bang dang!

The golden-veined Hongmeng Zhong fell down and protected the corpse body in it.

Almost at the same time.

The corpse chaser slapped his palms, and the gold-patterned Hongmeng Bell seemed to have been hit by the hammer of the Yellow Turban Warrior, and it actually erupted into an invisible sound wave. Above the golden bell, the countless golden veins seemed to come to life at this moment, writhing like a dragon walking like a snake, shooting into the void one after another, turning into a piece of runes, revolving around the golden bell.

"Can you break it?"

This moment.

Everyone looked ahead.

But see.

Yang Mucheng flicked his fingers, and a finger mark like an arrow swept through the void, like a lightning bolt that quickly swept in front of everyone's eyes, and in an instant, it was already bombarded on the golden runes in the sky.

The intricate and mysterious runes are the key to the strongest defense of the 'Golden Pattern Hongmeng Bell', and when I heard the 'click', the gold pattern was shattered in response to the sound, turning into gold dust in the sky, and suddenly dissipating into the air. At the same time, the fingerprint continued unabated, and the sound of the 'bell' slammed on the golden bell, directly piercing it.

Hearing only the sound of 'clang', the golden-veined Hongmeng Bell burst into two halves, completely exposing the corpse chasers hiding in it. And the terrible fingerprints, blasted in from the forehead of the corpse chaser, and then from the back of the head, bringing out a piece of rancid blood and brains.

"How about my finger?"

Yang Mucheng put his hands behind his back and looked at the stunned corpse chaser with a smile.

"Yang Mucheng, you are worthy of the name of Old Devil Yang. The old decay died in your hands, this life is enough......" The corpse chaser looked at Yang Mucheng quietly, and his voice became smaller and quieter, until the last words fell, he knelt on the ground violently, and there was no movement.

But Yang Mucheng waved his hand with a boring expression.

It seems that killing this corpse chaser is just a trivial matter for him. saw that several Longtang ancestors hurriedly rushed up, dragged the corpse of the corpse chaser and walked towards the outside of the palace. Lu Qianfeng took out seven spirit swords from his corpse and took them.

"Mo Li, you shouted with me before, and my finger hit you, what do you think is a chance that you will survive?"

Mo Li didn't speak.

His self-esteem as a disciple of the Super Great Sect was not only torn apart by Yang Mucheng at this moment, but also kneaded it fiercely, and there was not even any scum left.

Yang Mucheng has such strength, he is indeed qualified to disrespect him!

Yang Mucheng smiled faintly.

If he really wanted to do it, he would have already done it from the first sentence when Mo Li was arguing with him. But I saw that the ten spirit swords were placed together, and the spirit swords that originally exuded a slight light were actually shining brightly at this moment, and in an instant, ten pillars of light rose to the sky, condensed into a line, and completely disappeared into the void.

"That's it?"

Yang Mucheng raised his eyebrows.

He thought that when the ten spirit swords were gathered together, they would open up a direct gate to the Ten Thousand Dao Sword Sect.

"Emperor Yang, you have collected all the spirit swords, the previous light is the signal you sent, half a month later, after all the spirit sword holders in the thirty-six continents have finished fighting, the Suo Ling Ferry will naturally come to pick you up!"

Qiong Qing explained.

Solin ferry?

Yang Mucheng nodded, looking forward to it.

After this night, almost every night in the thirty-six continents, there was a pillar of light that soared into the sky.

Over time.

The appointed date is getting closer and closer, and the imperial city has been restored to its original state after the Great War. And in the past half a month, in addition to cultivating, Yang Mucheng was arranging things within the dynasty. This time he went to the Ten Thousand Dao Sword Sect, and he was not allowed to take anyone with him, only he was alone.

No one knows when he will return, so he must arrange what happens after he leaves.

The Great Qianguo rose from the mundane realm, and it has been more than a year since it entered the martial arts realm and became the Great Qianhuang Dynasty. The background is no worse than those dynasties that have been established for thousands of years, and even more so.

"When I came back from the Ten Thousand Dao Sword Sect, I wanted to see the entire Hao Tianzhou covered with the banners of the Great Qian Dynasty!"

This is the order that Yang Mucheng ordered to the ancestor of Longtang.

Half a month later.

When Yang Mucheng broke through the shackles and reached the middle stage of Jindan, the Suoling ferry came!

Roar~

In the midst of the bright and bright world, a voice like a dragon's roar was transmitted from the nine heavens, and the sound shook the heavens and the earth, like ten thousand thunders and thunders, enveloping the entire imperial city. At this moment, hundreds of thousands of people in the imperial city raised their heads and looked at the sky.

However, it doesn't matter if you look at it, after watching it, there are bursts of exclamations, all of which erupt one after another.

"What's that?"

"Oh my God......"

Yang Mucheng narrowed his eyes and looked up.

But see.

In the sky, a black shadow seemed to fly out of the void, and the huge black shadow was like a dark cloud, completely covering the entire imperial city.

And this huge black shadow turned out to be a dragon-shaped ship!

The bow of the ship is a large, lifelike dragon head, starting from the dragon's head, surrounded by things that resemble dragon scales, showing a dazzling luster under the hot sun. The whole ship, with a length of more than 1,000 meters, is majestic and domineering.

The hull of the ship is full of flags, and on a huge flag, there are four big characters in high letters:

Ten Thousand Dao Sword Sect!

The ship was still in mid-air, and everyone in the imperial city could feel an infinite oppressive force spreading madly, which made people feel a posture of wanting to surrender and bow down. Yang Mucheng looked at it with his hands down, and his heart was full of pride.

"Only when you reach the Jindan realm can you be regarded as stepping into the threshold of martial artist cultivation!"

"What is it after this Jindan realm! What is the legendary God Transformation Realm, and even the Nirvana Realm, and the Taiyi Realm that no one has reached for nearly 10,000 years!"

"Perhaps, I will be able to find the answer in this Ten Thousand Dao Sword Sect!"

Thought to myself.

Yang Mucheng walked out with his hands in his hands, step by step as if he was stepping on an invisible staircase. Every step falls, a golden ripple emanates from the void, revealing an indescribable mysterious charm everywhere.

"Congratulations to the Holy One!"

Lu Yao'er looked at Yang Mucheng's distant figure, suddenly reacted, knelt down on one knee, and shouted loudly.

And this moment.

Longtang Ancestor, Ouchi Master, Black Flag Army......

Even outside, the people of the entire imperial city shouted in unison when they saw this.

"Congratulations to the Holy One!"

This shout resounded throughout the imperial city, and finally converged into a single force, pouring into the sky!

(End of chapter)