True Martial World

"Qingyang Jun, originally one of the seventy-two gods of the Sun God Emperor..."

These seventy-two gods, it is not a random book to seal it. According to this book, in the ancient times, the end of the chaotic universe, the ancestors who took charge of the heavens, also annihilated.

At this time, the laws of Heaven, which were retained in the Twelve Emperor's Day, spontaneously condensed into immortality without the constraints of the ancestors.

In the God of Heaven, the road to this avenue of the road, a total of seventy-two.

Each of the above-mentioned prints represents a kind of Tao, and these prints are distributed to the seventy-two gods and become the gods and seals that symbolize the authority of the gods!

Being able to control the gods and seals is one of the true seventy-two gods!

The seal of the gods is very important to the gods. It is not only a symbol of identity, but also a symbol of power. A true god, refining the gods and seals into the body, and baking it with its own blood, you can Get a strong power in the seal.

Since ancient times, the gods and seals have been so strong, and there are naturally many people who want to get it. Therefore, in the God of Heaven, it is not so easy to sit down and stabilize the position of the gods. It may come. Challenges and assassinations from all directions.

"I didn't expect that Qingyang Jun was such a one-on-one character in Yang Shendi."

Although there is no description on the handwritten book, Yi Yun does not have to think about it. Every one of these twelve emperors is a master like a cloud, far beyond the world where Tianyuanjie is located.

The owner of the pure Yang Jian Palace that Yi Yun saw in the dream, and the bronze giant, should also come from the twelve emperors.

When Yi Yun turned the handbook to the last page, he saw a token embedded in the book. The front of the token reads “Qingyang” and the back is a “Ling”.

Token?

Yi Yun picked up the token. It started quite heavy and felt cold. The material was not gold and jade. Yi Yun had never seen such a material. Perhaps this material also came from the 12th Emperor.

After taking the token, Yi Yun saw the ancient book, where the token was originally embedded, there was a paragraph of text.

"Qingyang Order, refining this order, free to enter the Qingyang Palace and the tower of the gods!"

Ok?

Yi Yun eyes bright, this token, and these effects. This is equivalent to the key to this hall.

Taking the token in his hand, Yi Yun feels that there is a wave of energy fluctuations from this token. This fluctuation echoes the array of methods that maintain the hall.

"It turns out that holding this token can control the array in this hall to a certain extent."

Yi Yun was suddenly inductive.

"Yi Yun, when the ancient powers opened up the Dongfu, they often set some core objects, refining it, it is equal to the half owner of this cave. This Qingyang order, you come to refining." Lin Xinyi said.

The Qingyang Temple is a core place in the secrets of the female emperor. The value of this token is too big to imagine. The value of this token is unimaginable. When it comes out, the family members of the Tianyuan world will be jealous. If they know that this is a token left by a 12th Emperor, they will be desperately vying for it. The 12th Emperor is a mysterious and distant existence for the power of the Tianyuan world.

Such a treasure, Lin Xinyi certainly wants, but she knows that this time she can come alive here, to see the core of the tower, and rely on Yi Yun's credit.

Not to mention this token, even if all the opportunities here, let Yi Yun, she also thinks it is appropriate, Yi Yun has saved her life several times.

Moreover, for Yi Yun, Lin Xinyu has a special kind of emotion in his heart, and Yi Yun gets the chance, Lin Xinyi feels like he got it.

"Well, well... we can use it together when we get there."

Yi Yun said that the body's meta-flow turned, and his blood and blood imprint was branded on the token. As a result, Yi Yun and the token had a feeling of blood connection.

He was just a thought, and the feeling immediately spread to the Qingyang Palace, feeling the undulation of every energy in the hall.

Yi Yundao: "Qingyang Jun not only leaves a handwritten book on the column, but the token can also control the hall and freely enter and exit the tower of the gods. The relationship between him and the predecessor of the female emperor seems very unusual."

From the time of seeing the handwritten book, Yi Yun has already guessed. In this way, after the ancient female emperor, there is no news, will it be to the twelve emperors?

No one can make it clear before the endless years.

At the moment when the token was taken up by Yi Yun, the array in the hall suddenly fluctuated, and a light door appeared quietly.

Yi Yun and Lin Xinyi looked at each other. Before the indifferent voice said, they could go to the three halls, which is the second place after the light door.

Yi Yun and Lin Xinyi joined hands in the light door, they only felt that the light flashed in front of them, and there was another scene.

The bridge is flowing, the forest is small, and it is covered with ice and snow everywhere. It is a crystal clear and secluded paradise.

The cup placed on the coffee table and the xylophone placed in the pavilion made people feel that there are still people living here. The owner here, but only temporarily left.

Yi Yun also had the same feeling at the beginning, but soon he found that there is also energy in the fluctuations. This scene is always fixed at this moment by the formation.

"After all the calmness of his day, you and I will return here for the rest of your life." Yi Yun was next to the xylophone and saw such a book.

The ink above seems to have just been left. Although there is no name left, it can be seen from the handwriting that this is what Qingyang Jun left.

"It seems that this is true. I had some guesses before. Qingyangjun’s predecessors should be the double monks of the female emperors!"

Yi Yun remembered the words that Qingyang Jun stayed on the column. "Qinghong has a **** month, and the ice is so cold and cold."

The first sentence of this poem is about Qingyangjun himself, and the latter sentence is about the ancient female emperor.

Even the secrets of the female emperor may have been created by the ancient female emperor and Qingyang Jun.

"A good pair of fairy monks..."

Lin Xinyi gently stroked the xylophone from the xylophone, and the eyes flashed in the eyes.

It is also a natural and venerable, and the chosen descendant. Lin Xinyi and the ancient female emperor have never had contact, but they have an inexplicable intimacy.

Stroking the xylophone, it is as if I saw the woman who was born alone, and plucked the piano in the snow, and the Qingyang Jun, next to the coffee table next to it, sang with wine.

This kind of life is really enviable.

In Lin Xin’s heart, she couldn’t help but reveal a trace of yearning. She couldn’t help but look at Yi Yun.

"Look at this book, Qingyangjun predecessors and ancient female emperors, I intend to come back, but they never returned here, I don't know what they have encountered."

Yi Yun slightly frowns, can make Qingyang Jun, the figure of the ancient female emperor can not act according to the plan, even after that, never came back, what happened inside is probably beyond his imagination.

Within the small building, everything is fresh and elegant, and even in the vase, there are still a few simple winter plums in full bloom.

Yi Yun and Lin Xinyu walked gently in the house with the respect of the ancient female emperor and Qingyangjun. Everything here makes people feel unbearable.

"Well? There!" Lin Xinyu pointed out that in the room of the female emperor, there is a simple and simple bookshelf.

Everything in the small building is clear at a glance, and there is nothing special, but the bookshelf is full of jade.

Yi Yun glanced at Lin Xinyi and saw Lin Xinyi, who was indifferent to the light. At this time, the breathing was slightly aggravated. Obviously, the mood was not calm at this time.

Innately ruined her to carry too much, she vowed to continue the sacred, changed her life, and now, on this shelf, she may be able to find a chance. Rao is how her character is bleak, and it is not awkward at this time.

At this moment, she suddenly felt that her other hand was wrapped in the other hand.

Lin Xinyi looked at Yi Yun, Yi Yun whispered: "We have already come here, we will always find the way to continue the eternal pulse left by the ancient female emperor, just a matter of morning and evening."

"Ok!"

Lin Xinyi nodded. She gently touched the jade slip on the shelf. The books and jade slips here were not stained with a trace of dust. It seemed to be like someone cleaning it. (To be continued.)