Chapter 105 Lingwu Emperor Palace

At the last moment, Chen Zong successfully comprehended the nine layers of profound patterns on Linggu Jade Bi, all of which came out, as if branded, and its mysteries naturally fell into his mind and were grasped by Chen Zong.

Right now, I still don't know what it is useful for, but the feeling in my heart tells me that it is useful and has a great effect, and it will be reflected in the future.

So, enough.

In cultivation, it is important to fight now and in the future.

After comprehending the mystery of the nine layers of black patterns on the jade bi, Chen Zong naturally stepped into the ninth layer.

The ninth floor is a dark space, just like the dark space of the first floor, the second floor and the third floor.

Immediately, a first ray of light flashed across, as if the heavens and the earth had been opened up, the vicissitudes of the sea and the changing situation, a world appeared before Chen Zong's eyes.

Chen Zong is like an outsider, observing and watching the changes of the world from a supreme perspective, from the original barren world to a prosperous and prosperous world, and then to barren again.

Prosperity and decline!

In the end, everything fell silent, and the change of heaven and earth stopped. Chen Zong only felt a flash in front of his eyes, as if time and space were replaced.

A palace!

In front of him is a palace. The palace is not gorgeous, but it is indescribably simple, majestic, and majestic. It stands tall in the world, as if suppressing the world, time and space.

The gate of the palace is closed, it is black after the fusion of nine colors, it is extremely black, it seems to be able to absorb all light, and it seems to contain endless mysteries.

Above the closed gate, there was a plaque of the same black color, with four bright and colorful characters written on it.

"Emperor Lingwu Palace!" Chen Zong read out in a low voice.

...

Outside the King Conferring Tower, Shengzi Taixuan's eyes flickered, staring at the nine-color King Conferring Stele.

From top to bottom, there are fourteen titles and fourteen names.

The first title is still Emperor Lingwu, and the order of these titles represents the distinction between high and low, that is to say, throughout the ages, no one has ever been able to surpass Emperor Lingwu.

The second title is Sword Emperor, which is a peerless evildoer an era earlier than Emperor Lingwu. Before the appearance of Emperor Lingwu, he had always been the number one genius in the holy world of Lingwu, but after the appearance of Emperor Lingwu, his radiance It was covered by Emperor Lingwu.

Even so, it is undeniable that the Sword Emperor is still such a dazzling existence, and his name has been passed down through the ages.

The third title is the Lord of Eternal Night, a peerless evildoer of the same era as Emperor Lingwu, who broke into the King Tower a few years after Emperor Lingwu, detonated the nine-colored ceiling, and ranked third in the nine-colored king stele , which means that for countless years throughout the ages, the Eternal Night Demon Lord is second only to Emperor Lingwu and Sword Emperor.

The fourth title is a new title.

Xuangu Sage King!

This is exactly the title obtained by the god of Taixuansheng's uterus after breaking through the King Conferring Tower.

Ranked fourth, Taixuan Shengzi was not satisfied, his goal was to surpass Emperor Lingwu and rank first, but unfortunately, under the same circumstances, he was not the opponent of Eternal Night Demon Lord.

...

Emperor Lingwu Palace!

This sounds like it has something to do with Emperor Lingwu or Emperor Lingwu.

With both hands, Chen Zong suddenly pushed open the heavy gate of the imperial palace.

"Someone is coming again, but I don't know how many moves you can hold against me?" A strong and thick voice suddenly sounded, and in an instant, there was a majestic and steady aura rushing towards my face, like an invisible mountain moving sideways.

Chen Zong narrowed his eyes slightly, stared ahead, and saw a burly figure sitting on the throne at the end of the hall, as majestic as a mountain, with a hint of domineering.

"You are?" Chen Zong asked.

"I... the Holy King of the Heavy Mountain!" The burly figure on the throne stood up immediately, and the surrounding air seemed to be unable to bear its power, turning into countless ripples and shaking away, faintly, as if there was a strong wind howling, sweeping the entire hall ,

The power is astonishing.

"Sage King of Chongshan!" Chen Zong narrowed his eyes slightly. There were originally thirteen titles on the nine-color stele of conferring kings. After Taixuan Shengzi, there were fourteen titles. The title at the bottom was Chongshan Sheng. king.

It is clearly written on the outside that it is the Palace of Emperor Lingwu, so why did you meet not Emperor Lingwu after entering, but the Holy King of Chongshan?

Chen Zong was puzzled.

After all, the word Lingwu Emperor Palace is easily reminiscent of Lingwu Emperor.

"Your cultivation is at the beginning of the seventh level of the Holy Realm. My cultivation will be the same as yours. If you defeat me, you will not only be able to detonate the nine-colored ceiling, but also challenge the second hall." The burly body of the Holy King Chongshan stood up and burst out The astonishing power and terrifying coercion are as majestic and heavy as that mountain, and it feels like an invisible mountain is pushed horizontally.

"How many halls are there in the Lingwu Emperor's Palace?" Chen Zong said while releasing a tyrannical and unparalleled aura. This is an opportunity to understand the test of the Lingwu Emperor's Palace or the ninth floor of the King Feng Tower.

"As many titles as there are on the Nine-Color King Monument, there are as many halls in the Lingwu Emperor's Palace." Chongshan Shengwang said, and immediately, a smile appeared on his rough face: "If you can defeat Lingwu Emperor, then this Emperor's Palace will It will be named after your title."

Chen Zong understood immediately.

Now Emperor Lingwu ranks first on the nine-color stele of sealing the king, so this palace is the Palace of Emperor Lingwu, and there are fourteen titles on the stele of nine-color seal of the king, and the palace of Emperor Lingwu has fourteen halls.

For example, it is now the front hall, also known as Chongshan Hall.

If he defeats the Holy King of Chongshan in front of him, he can not only be listed on the Nine-colored Monument of the King, but also challenge the second palace.

So, what if you can't defeat the Holy King of Chongshan?

As if seeing Chen Zong's curiosity, the Holy King of Chongshan said again: "If you can't defeat me, at least you have to resist my power of a hundred moves, only then can you be qualified to detonate the nine-colored smallpox and be listed on the nine-colored king stele."

Boom!

After the Holy King of Chongshan got up, he took a step forward, as if a mountain giant was stepping out, the whole hall was shaking, the air seemed to be detonated, the agitation was endless, and the power became more and more amazing.

Even though it was only at the beginning of the seventh stage of the Holy Realm, Chen Zong felt that it was terrifying and astonishing.

Chen Zong's eyes narrowed slightly, and there was a flash of sharpness, the blood fluctuated, the holy power swirled, and a trace of fighting spirit was about to soar into the sky.

The Holy King of Heavy Mountain!

This is the peerless evildoer who was able to detonate the nine-colored smallpox in ancient times, and I am extremely lucky to be able to confront such a peerless evildoer after countless years.

"Then, let me see the demeanor of the ancient monster." Chen Zong said secretly, taking a step forward.

At this step, the situation changed.

In this step, the sharp blade cuts through the air.

This step is unparalleled.

The Sacred King of Chongshan's expression changed slightly, his eyes glowed intensely, and he was faintly agitated.

war!

After stepping down the stairs, the whole person rushed towards him as if a mountain was moving sideways, and he suddenly raised a violent punch, blasting out in an instant.

In an instant, the powerful and incomparable momentum was condensed in that punch, and it struck like a mountain fist, as if the air was compressed by the impact, it struck with unparalleled ferocity.

cut!

Chen Zong's vertical palm was like the edge of a sword, and when he slashed in the air, the sword light pierced through the air, and immediately split the mighty punch, beheading the Chongshan Saint King like a bamboo.

The Holy King of Chongshan was a peerless evildoer in ancient times, and he was considered invincible among his peers. Today, Chen Zong is also a peerless evildoer, almost invincible among his peers.

This is a confrontation between peerless monsters that have been separated by many ages.

Whether it is Chen Zong or the Saint King of Chongshan, they can't help but feel excited, and their fighting spirit is soaring.

That move was just a tentative move. After all, Chen Zong was completely unfamiliar with the Holy King of Chongshan, and the Holy King of Chongshan was also very strange to Chen Zong.

Unfamiliar opponents have to try it out before they know the depth and know how to deal with it better.

In an instant, the two sides exchanged dozens of moves, and the power of the moves became stronger and stronger, gradually grasping all the moves and skills of the opponent.

"Hengshan Fist!" The voice was muffled and forceful, and as soon as the three words fell, the aura of the Chongshan Sacred King surged in an instant, and he punched out. It seemed to be similar to before, but in fact, its power was even stronger and more terrifying.

With this punch, a phantom image of a mountain condensed in it, pushing and killing him.

The astonishing booming sound resounded in all directions, causing Chen Zong's expression to change drastically.

This fist is powerful and ferocious.

The Jifeng sword was unsheathed, the sword light was extremely blazing, sharp to the extreme, tearing through the sky in an instant and killing.

Extreme cut!

Under the fierce battle, Chen Zong knew that the fighting style of the Holy King of Chongshan was majestic, steady and heavy, with a mountain-like aura. He didn't pay attention to any subtle changes, and he directly pushed and rushed to kill, with an astonishing aura.

One punch can suppress an era.

This is the fist of the Holy King of Chongshan, the fist that makes the arrogance of his age feel desperate, and the fist that makes the practitioners of the same generation shroud in the shadow.

Today, Chen Zong is facing such punches.

But Chen Zong, Yi Ran is not afraid, only has the will to fight.

war!

Although the heavy mountain holy king's fist is very strong, Chen Zong's sword is not weak at all.

In just ten breaths, Chen Zong fought fiercely with the Holy King of Chongshan, overflowing with terrifying vigor, as if he wanted to tear down the Chongshan Palace.

It's just that the Chongshan Palace is extremely strong, not to mention the bombardment of the two people's strength, even if it is ten times stronger, it cannot be damaged at all.

Wusheng Sword Style!

With a single sword strike, an astonishing killing intent was condensed in it, as if beheading all living things, which made the Holy King of Chongshan slightly surprised.

"Chongshan!" With a low shout, the eyes of the Holy King of Chongshan suddenly burst into an incomparably astonishing light, as if a phantom of the mountain was condensed in the eyes, and the energy of the whole body burst out, and all the power of the whole body poured into the right fist, as if a hand was drawn to the right fist. The ultimate strong bow.

best of all!

Domineering Warriors!

boom!

With a punch, it was a black mountain rampaging. The black mountain seemed extremely condensed and majestic to the extreme. The black mountain was filled with an astonishing coercion, as if it was full of terrible pressure. , Everything around was suppressed and poured away, making the black mountain more condensed and the power it radiated even more astonishing.

The horror of this punch affected everyone around him, as if he had turned into a black hole.

Of course, compared with the black hole, this punch is vastly different, but it is enough to shock Chen Zong, as if all his attacks would be drawn, absorbed, and difficult to be effective.

unlimited!

When a sword is shot out, the light of the sword is incomparably bright, as if one sword turns into ten thousand swords, and it seems like ten thousand swords turn into one sword, mysterious and mysterious, breaking away from the pull of the heavy mountain's punch, and killing out elegantly and ferociously.