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Chapter 1907
Dozens of brown mounds mean that dozens of strong people with cultivation strength equal to that of dragon Jingtian are planted on the ground.
It was creepy to see long Jingtian. In his memory, there were no so many opponents in that era when he competed with Emperor Zhou for the position of great emperor.
What kind of times do these people live in!
To make sure there was no danger, Yang Teng carefully observed the mounds formed by all the heads.
He really saw some clues.
The expression of these people before they die is very strange, calm with a look of expectation!
No matter where the fatal injury is, everyone's head remains intact. If it is a head wound, the wound is very small, and the head becomes such a big mound, you can see clear scars. If it becomes the size of a normal head, many scars will be hidden.
It is certain that these strong people were killed to death. Why can't you see other expressions on your face, such as anger, unwilling, and dying struggle.
I didn't see these expressions, and the expression on the faces of these strong people seems that these people don't care about death and even yearn to be killed.
Then, these people face in the same direction.
The three discussed such a strange situation for a long time and did not determine the reason.
"Follow the direction of these heads to see what they are looking at." long Jingtian joked.
There is no clear goal in looking for that magical place. When you encounter such a strange thing, you must explore the reason. The three people move forward in the direction of their heads.
Another day, a high mountain suddenly appeared in front of me.
The mountain is unique in shape, with cliffs on several sides, pointing straight to the sky.
The bottom of the mountain is wide and extends in all directions, especially on the left and right sides. It extends far, forming a super huge platform at the bottom of the mountain.
"This mountain is very interesting. Have you found it? If you reduce this mountain, it will look like a sword." Yang Teng said, pointing to the mountain that goes straight into the sky.
If so, what points to the sky is the blade of the sword, the big platform is the hand guard of the sword, and the hilt is below the ground.
The old man and the dragon were shocked at the same time. "It can't really be a mountain evolved by a sword!"
No matter how you look at it, it looks more and more like a mountain formed by a huge sword inserted into the ground.
He rushed over quickly and came near to be more sure that this mountain should have evolved from a sword. There are cracks on the smooth cliff. The side of the mountain, that is, the position of the blade, can also see the gap, which can be regarded as the trace of the damage of the sword in the battle.
"Imperial weapon!" long Jingtian decided that the mountain was an imperial weapon.
The old man also agreed that only those who are strong in the realm of the great emperor can have such a level of sword and evolve into a high mountain.
Both are imperial weapons. In the hands of ordinary monks, they can't be turned into mountains anyway.
Standing on the large platform of the evolution of the hand guard and looking into the distance, Yang Teng and his three men found that the strong people planted on the ground all face here.
"Let's go. Some things are destined to become eternal mysteries. We can't verify what happened at the beginning, or don't think about it." long Jingtian asked them to leave.
If it was an imperial sword, Yang Teng would be greedy and try to take it away.
He can't turn the mountain into an imperial weapon again, and he can't take it away.
Bypassing the sword turned into a mountain, the scene in front of us changed, and the plain disappeared, replaced by undulating hills.
These hills are normal and no longer evolved from heads.
The hills are also very abnormal. The parts of the hills are very regular. The spacing of each hill is the same and arranged in a staggered manner.
When they saw the mountains, their scalp was numb. How do you think, these hills are like giant tombs!
At a glance, there were hundreds of hills.
"It's not really a cemetery, is it? Where did we come here and who was buried here?" the old man looked at the hill opposite in surprise.
Near the hills, I didn't see anything that can determine the identity of the tombs, but it can be determined that these hills are definitely giant tombs.
Long Jingtian's expression was dignified. "Those heads and hills, the giant tombs here, and the sword turned into a mountain should be before the age of my life."
"But why do I know nothing about this?" long Jingtian shouted, puzzled.
Each era has its own distinctive characteristics. We can judge which era we belong to by breath.
Long Jingtian can judge by breath. These people, tombs and swords, before the age of his life, can not make accurate dating. Perhaps it is because the age is too old, and some things have been blurred and can not be judged accurately.
No matter which era, there are dozens of strong people who are qualified to attack the throne of the great emperor, who were killed and buried here. There should be records in this regard.
Long Jingtian's memory can't find any records consistent with these.
"Forget it, these things have nothing to do with us. Let's go to the place we want to go." Yang Teng is like this. When he meets something that can't solve the mystery, he will leave it aside and maybe find the answer in the future.
Walking through the cemetery, there is no valuable clue.
Through this cemetery, there is a cliff not far away.
The flat earth is broken like a cliff forced by a strong external force.
The cliff extends to the distance. The three people stand on the cliff and look down. The depth is estimated to be ten thousand feet. Looking to the distance, they can only see the fuzzy end.
"It's too hard, master. How about I take you there." long Jingtian suggested.
"Good." Yang Teng certainly won't refuse anything that can save effort.
"Ang!" dragon Jingtian uttered a dragon chant, showing his true self.
Yang Teng and the old man flew up the dragon's back.
Dragon Jingtian's huge body soared into the sky and took off into the clouds.
Located at the back of dragon Jingtian, overlooking the earth, it is another scene, showing a different plan.
"It's a big handprint!" Yang Teng saw the cliff on the ground and looked into the distance. He put the full picture of the cliff into his eyes, showing the shape of a big handprint with five fingers open.
"It must be the mark left by the strong in the realm of the great emperor." the old man said positively.
In fact, it is not difficult to form such a big handprint. Not to mention the quasi emperor strong man, even Yang Teng can easily leave such a mark.
But it is still clear that they can not be eroded by the years in the long years. Only the great emperor and the strong have such strength.
It is much more difficult to leave such a big handprint after years of honing than to destroy a continent with one hand.
That's why the old man decided that this was the mark left by the great emperor and the strong.
Long Jingtian walked through the clouds and quickly jumped over the big handprint.
In the palm of the palm of the big handprint, suddenly a powerful force rose to the sky.
"No! You stand firm!" the dragon's startled voice took fear and tried his best to avoid.
Yang Teng and the old man both attached themselves and clasped the gap between the scales of dragon Jingtian with their hands to avoid being thrown away by violent shaking.
They can also stand in the void, but they are far less flexible in the air than long Jingtian, so staying on long Jingtian's back is the best choice.
"Boo!" the bully rose to the sky and rushed into the endless void close to long Jingtian's body. A trace of bullying swept long Jingtian and knocked him over.
"Avoid the palm of the big handprint!" Yang Teng roared. He felt that the source of this pressure was the palm of the big handprint.
Without Yang Teng's warning, long Jingtian also noticed the source of coercion and quickly rolled to one side with the help of the power of being beaten.
"Bang!" the ground trembled and made a loud noise.
As long Jingtian rolled together, Yang Teng glanced across the ground and scared him half to death at a glance.
The fingerprints are moving.
Just like a big hand resurrected, the palm and five fingers leave the ground, and then close together.
My life is over! The old man also saw the action of big fingerprints and subconsciously closed his eyes and waited for death.
The speed of long Jingtian's flying away is much slower than the speed of big palm closing together. Long Jingtian can't escape.
"Ang! Ang! Ang!" the Dragon screamed and tried his best to leave the area controlled by the big palm.
Everything is in vain.
The big palms closed in an instant.
"Bang!" with a loud noise, Yang Teng's eyes were dark, his body was tightly bound, and his breathing became not smooth.
The three of them were gripped by their big palms and firmly held in their palms.
"Find a way to rush out, or we'll all die here!" Yang Teng roared and showed all his abilities at the same time.
Xuanji Shenshu has no effect. The big palm evolved from the big handprint on the ground. With the authority of the great emperor, the application of Xuanji Shenshu has no effect at all.
Several kinds of breath in the body are all input into the big palm that binds the body. It has no response to all kinds of breath that can be called fatal to ordinary friars, such as mud ox entering the sea.
Using the extreme cold of the ice emperor's ring to attack, Yang Teng felt that he was going to be frozen, and his big palm still didn't respond.
The body was tightly bound and there was no room to use Sabre and boxing. Yang Teng used other methods all over.
Finally, he had no choice but to give up. He was completely convinced that the strong man in the realm of the great emperor left a big handprint many years ago, so he went to a desperate situation and had to wait for death silently.
The old man was no better than Yang Teng. He showed his strongest cultivation and attacked again and again. His big palm didn't respond.
"Ang!" the Dragon screamed.
"I don't believe it yet. I can't beat the living emperor. I can't beat a big handprint left by the emperor!" the furious dragon Jingtian manipulated his body and quickly became smaller.
I hope to use the space left by my smaller body to fight back.
The body was tightly bound, and long Jingtian couldn't make a counterattack.
"Bang!" the big palm continued to tie tightly as long Jingtian's body became smaller, completely giving long Jingtian no chance to resist.
On the contrary, as the big palm became smaller, the generated strength fell on him, which made Yang Teng's Venus twinkle in front of him and almost fainted.