Banished Disciple’s Counterattack Chapter 2259: Lingxiao Temple
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The night in Raksha Territory is peaceful and peaceful.
The Son of the Plane and the Lord are like two javelins, standing on the top of the mountain, staring at the void, waiting for the person in the black hole to come out. It is embarrassing that for four days, do n’t say a figure, even a bird .
"That person is probably gone." Xi Chen said meaningfully.
"The security is not the same, it has been wiped out." The Lord is a look and a long-term focus.
In a simple dialogue, these two ruthless people are born with the urge to scold their mothers. What good is a black hole, black and not autumn, staying inside, not bored? Won't you come out and stroll? At least let us know who you are, and you can go back when you are done!
The words of the two of them, Ye Chen can't hear them, he cares more about the baby than the two.
He did n’t know how long he ran in the black hole before he stopped in the depths.
In the distance, there is a palace suspended, as huge as a mountain. The copper pillar supporting the palace has broken a piece, causing the palace to collapse to one side, and scattered tiles on the four sides. The so-called treasure is in it.
The Ye Chen head hangs the chaotic tripod, the hand-broken emperor sword, sneaks close, in the dark space black hole, some people are not strange, there are evil things are not strange, but like this palace, it is the first time I see, who is not available Putting a palace in a black hole reveals strangeness in the dark.
After being in front of the palace, Ye Chen realized that he was small, and the palace was too big, standing in front of him like a little grasshopper.
Very vaguely, he can see the palace plaque with four big characters engraved on it: Lingxiao Baodian.
The four characters are too magnificent, just the typeface, which melts the supreme coercion and makes people dare not look directly at it. It is a kind of spirit that can oppress people.
It's not difficult to imagine that the person with the four-character title is absolutely mortal. If it doesn't work, it's still expert, otherwise, how can he feel depressed because of his cultivation.
"Lingxiao Treasure Hall." Ye Chen whispered, searching in memory, there is no such hall, and it is unheard of, such a huge palace, how to run a space black hole, how big Divine Ability can be like a mountain The palace, moved into the black hole, he thought he could not do it.
Since the palace plaque closed his eyes, Ye Chen lifted his foot into the palace.
Head-on, I felt that the vicissitudes of life were rushing head-on, hitting Ye Chen back in half a step.
Wait for your stature, and then look at this temple. Four black-colored copper pillars are engraved on the ground, carved with ancient totems, supporting the palace, solemn and solemn, and without lack of grandeur.
I do n’t know why, when I first saw the decoration in the hall, Ye Chen could n’t think of the Golden Luan Hall of the mortal dynasty.
Different from the Golden Luang Temple, this Lingxiao Temple has ancient immortality.
Ye Chen looks up in the direction, at the end of the ninety-nine-story stone ladder, there is a dragon chair carved by white jade, covered with years of dust. Although there is no one on the dragon chair, it looks like a **** is sitting and gazing. Bahuang, overlooking the world.
Dragon chair, it is a symbol, just like a mortal dynasty, even if the emperor did not go up, his courtiers also had to bow down to the dragon chair.
The Ye Chen at the moment also has such feelings. Looking at the dragon chair, he actually had the urge to kneel down, which was the pressure from Soul.
Broken!
Ye Chen whispered in his heart, clinging to the sacred tower, not to be overwhelmed by this situation.
The dragon chair seems to be magical, and when you look at it more, you feel uneasy.
"Whose palace is this." Ye Chen walked all the way, looked all the way, walking in this so-called Chaotang, he was also as small as a grasshopper, blame this palace, he is so big.
He wanted to find some clues. However, no, no traces were left.
In his view, this should be an ancient dynasty. The remaining ruins, carrying the civilization of the world, inherited a line of inheritance. As for which dynasty, he does not know for now.
Walking to the center of the temple, he could n’t help but stand up, subconsciously raised his head, only to see the top, never to see the roof of the temple again, but a starry sky, a real starry sky, the eastern sun hung high, the glorious Hongchen, the western moon Hanging, the moonlight cage in the twilight world, stars, shining starlight, covered with the dust of the years.
At this moment, Ye Chen was stunned, and his mind was trance again. This temple is really mysterious. Where is the starry sky above, and the dazzling stars are extremely real.
"The starry sky that evolved with Secret Laws." Ye Chen murmured, step by step, skyrocketing, going to the end of the starry sky, to take a look at Qiankun, if you had a chance, there was a chance.
Of course, he was too underestimate to fly this palace. I do n’t know how long it took to fly up. Xu was one or two days, and Xu was three or five days, but he still could n’t touch the starry sky. It seems farther away than a dream, no matter how high he flies, the distance is not nearly half.
Ye Chen is no longer Temper, how to fly up, how to get down.
When he landed again, his expression was sighed. It was the first time he saw such a weird starry sky. It was n’t that he did n’t fly high enough, but was restricted by the law. The so-called starry sky was not supported by Secret Laws. .
"It's a real eye-opener." Ye Chen gave the thumbs up to the starry sky.
Om!
When he was sighed, the broken emperor sword in his hand was buzzing inexplicably.
Ye Chen has its own clean, low-eyed eyes, and looking at the broken Emperor Sword, it can vaguely perceive the confusion of the Emperor Sword Spirit, as if knowing this place.
Unfortunately, the Emperor Sword is incomplete, and the Emperor Sword is also incomplete. Many ancient memories are no longer there. After a buzz, it returns to silence.
For it, Ye Chen has a strong interest in it, and it is determined that the broken Emperor Sword and this Lingxiao Temple have a certain relationship, whether it is a problem or a relative.
"What kind of thing can make your memory recover." Ye Chen touched his chin and murmured secretly. If the broken Emperor Sword restored the complete memory, he would be able to excavate a period of mysterious secret. At least, he can figure out the origin of this temple. .
The broken Emperor Sword is silent, and Ye Chen no longer thinks about it. He went straight to the end of Chaotang. To be precise, he went straight to the white jade dragon chair. The strange fluctuations previously passed down from the dragon chair. It was definitely a baby.
To study the dragon chair, he needs to cross the 99-story stone ladder.
This stone ladder is not simple. Ye Chen wanted to step forward in one step, but was surprised to find that it is difficult to walk through the air, shrinking into inches, and even failing.
"Interesting." Ye Chen couldn't help laughing. Obviously, if you want to sit on the dragon chair, you have to step up the stone ladder step by step, and only the owner of the dragon chair can cross it in one step.
This is a kind of majestic symbol, the people of the king, it is difficult to reach Tianbao.
In the speaking room, Ye Chen has stepped on the first floor of the stone staircase. I do n’t know where the pressure came from, so Ye Chen raised his eyebrows and waited for the second floor. This situation is like the Tongtian Road when there are three cases of Grand Competition. The higher the number of layers, the stronger the pressure.
The tenth emperor of Grand Chu is an unbelieving person, step by step, step by step, heavier than step by step, the sound of banging, resounding through the hall, the pressure is too strong, so that his pace is also increasing Heavy.
At the 42nd floor, he stopped for the first time, his face slightly pale white, the pressure was stronger than he thought, and he felt even more strenuous.
In an instant, his blood of the Eucharist flowed out, and he went up to the eighteenth floor in one breath.
On the 60th floor, he stopped again and was pressed to bend his legs. The chaotic tripod with his head hanging was also humming, and the master could not bear the pressure, it was the same.
Ye Chen gritted his teeth, propped up the chaotic world to resist coercion, and went up to eighteen layers.
The 78th floor, he opened the foreign body.
On the 86th floor, he burned holy blood.
On the 94th floor, he sacrificed life.
On the 98th floor, he sat there, or said he was paralyzed by coercion. The overbearing 'Ancient Desolate Emperor Physique' were all crushed apart, and there was golden blood flowing.
There is another layer, he climbed up, the holy body was crushed into a pool of blood mud.
If there are outsiders here, you must be pleased. In order to study the dragon chair, you can fight hard enough.
"For your sake, Laozi almost lost his life." Ye Chen scolded, healed the saint, and stepped forward, sitting on the dragon chair with one buttocks.
"Your juniors, courage is not small!" The emperor of Jieming Mountain took a deep breath.
"Listening to Ru's words, you seem to know the Lingxiao Temple." Emperor Huang said leisurely.
"It is the first hall of heaven."