Tian Yuan Chapter 1220 The number of 89, Zichen Palace

Rather than saying this is a tomb, it is a treasured place like a fairyland.

After stepping into the tomb gate, you are on a huge jade platform that can accommodate a million people or even more without any crowding.

There is no flaw in this exquisite jade platform under your feet. It is so ingeniously crafted that no trace of man-made traces can be seen.

At the end of the jade platform in front is a majestic and solemn palace. Every position is carefully carved, inlaid with dazzling precious stones and jade, and carved with lifelike patterns. A huge pearl hangs on the top of the palace, scattered. A little light shined out, dispersing the cold darkness.

This is just the palace closest to everyone, there are many more behind it, as well as among the sea of ​​clouds standing high above.

"A number of eight or nine."

A certain old guy boldly controlled a ray of consciousness and counted how many palaces there were.

Each of the seventy-two wonderful jade palaces is like a majestic mountain, unreachable and unreachable.

Some temples hang overhead, giving people a feeling of incomparable insignificance that they will never be able to touch in their lifetime.

The curling fairy mist contains mysterious laws.

Regardless of whether it is with the naked eye or with spiritual consciousness, one can only see a general appearance of the palace, which is relatively vague.

This hazy feeling made everyone want to reach out and push aside the clouds to get a clear look.

"Purple Chen Palace."

In the palace directly in front, a cloud of mist floated gently, revealing a plaque with three powerful characters written on it.

Everyone looked up and looked up at the plaque, their hearts trembled for no reason, and they were in awe.

The Taiwei engraving still retains its majestic and vigorous power after more than a million years. Anyone who looks at it will feel their heart sink, as if they have seen a majestic figure standing on the top of the mountain, high up and unreachable.

The gate of the palace is about a hundred feet high, with huge pillars standing on both sides. It is majestic and must not be desecrated.

Everyone was tense and felt a sense of uneasiness that was difficult to suppress.

"Let's go over and have a look."

The strong men of the ancient tribe standing in front looked at each other and decided to move forward together. If they really encountered trouble, they would work together to resist it, hoping that they could withstand it.

Dozens of old men with profound auras are all top figures who hold great power. They can stir up the wind and clouds anywhere in the world. A stamp of their feet will shake many galaxies and affect order.

Although Chen Qingyuan was noticed, no one dared to approach him. Located behind the crowd, standing somewhere in the void, watching the changes quietly, without being impatient.

"That guy, Lao Huang, is here as expected." Chen Qingyuan's eyes stayed on an inconspicuous figure and he said secretly.

It is about the tomb of Emperor Taiwei. As a descendant of future generations, how can Huang Xingyan be absent.

Even though Huang Xingyan was hiding deeply, he still couldn't escape Chen Qingyuan's discerning eyes.

Huang Xingyan seemed to be aware that someone was looking at him, and he was particularly vigilant. He caught the direction of the gaze and turned to look.

Suddenly, Chen Qingyuan and Huang Xingyan were separated by layers of void, their eyes facing each other.

Looking at his old friend, Chen Qingyuan smiled slightly but did not send a message.

There are many old things hidden here, and the power of sound transmission can easily be intercepted. Chen Qingyuan has the ability to protect himself and is not afraid of his identity being exposed. He just doesn't want to be the center of attention.

Besides, Huang Xingyan's status is quite special and he cannot be put in danger.

Who is this person?

Huang Xingyan saw the smile on the corner of the other person's mouth, frowned slightly, and a little suspicion appeared in his eyebrows, and said to himself in his heart: "There is an indescribable feeling of familiarity."

"Donglong..."

There was a sound that touched everyone's heartstrings.

Chen Qingyuan was no exception and looked straight ahead.

It turned out that a group of old people from the ancient tribe were trying to open the palace door, so naturally there was some commotion.

"What a hard door!"

"It can't be opened, what should I do?"

“I thought I would be able to compete for opportunities after joining, but I didn’t expect there would be so many obstacles.”

"Is this palace not destined for us?"

"What Emperor Taiwei left behind cannot be taken by force."

The elders tried several times, but all ended in failure and could not push the palace door open. Stop for a moment and talk.

Eighty-Nine Blessed Lands are not allowed to be entered except by those who are destined to do so.

As for who is destined, it depends on one's own destiny.

"Dengdengdeng..."

While the elders of the ancient clan were talking, a young man walked out of the crowd and walked slowly to the Zichen Palace.

In an instant, everyone present focused their attention on this young man, with curiosity, surprise, doubts, etc.

The old guys couldn't recognize who the young man was and didn't stop him to see what was going on.

The young man wore a simple piece of clothing with obvious broken lines in some places, a pair of cloth shoes stained with mud and dust, and a pair of trousers with several patches sewn on.

He was poorly dressed, as if he came from a poor family. However, the people who can come here are the monks of the God Transformation Stage and the Tribulation Stage who came here with the ancestors of the clan to experience, and there are no mortals.

However, there was no spiritual energy fluctuation anywhere in the young man's body. Even a group of old antiques with advanced cultivation couldn't find anything unusual about the young man, he was very ordinary.

The more ordinary it is, the more weird it is.

The long hair is flowing and looks messy, but it gives people a casual and unrestrained look.

No one would regard the young man as an ordinary person. The deep aura exuding from every gesture could not be concealed by these shabby clothes.

After passing through the area where the elders of the ancient clan were, the young man did not stop on any of the elders and stared straight at the palace door in front of him, thoughtfully.

Just now, a group of strong men pushed the palace door hard, causing circles of ancient Dao patterns to ripple on the door.

The young man standing in a corner saw something strange and strode over to ask for confirmation.

"Is it as I expected?"

The young man muttered to himself and slowly raised his right hand.

He pointed his sword into a sword and pointed it lightly towards a certain position of the palace door.

A soft light overflowed from the fingertips and fell on the door.

"Buzzing—"

The law above the palace gate still swam quickly, and soon aroused a strong residual power, forcing the old guy nearby to retreat, with faces full of surprise and worry, and used magical powers to defend.

Directly in front, only the young man was standing, motionless, as if he was not affected by anything.

"really."

The young man's eyes became extremely sharp, and a very strong sword force surged through his body, and he was testing and competing with the laws of the palace gate.

The Purple Chen Palace contains the supreme swordsmanship.

Only great practitioners in the realm of swordsmanship and spiritual communication can discover clues and find opportunities.

This young man's name is Li Jinzhou, the unparalleled sword god in the late ancient times.

He had only lost to one person in his life, and it was the white-haired woman.

Awakening in today's prosperous age is all because of the existence on the other side, who uses it as a chess piece to study the way to immortality.