Signing Starts From Covering the Sky

"Sign in!"

"Congratulations to the host, get the eight-star reward, the art of calming chaos!"

Chen Xuanzhi meditated, and suddenly a clear light poured into his heart, turned into a scripture, and slowly flowed in his heart, evolving into the supreme meaning!

"Tactics of Peace!"

Chen Xuanzhi's mind moved slightly. This sword art was too famous. It was one of the three major sword art of Xiangu, and it was tied with the grass word sword art.

In the middle stage of Immortal Ancient, someone once used the tactic of calming chaos, smashing the foreign realm, beheading the immortal king of the foreign realm, and shocked a great era.

And in perfection, Wang Changsheng, whose Tianzi was once comparable to the Great Elder Meng Tianzheng, was in control of the Art of Calming Chaos!

Moreover, the Calming Chaos Art is different from the ordinary ordinary sword art.

Now Chen Xuanzhi is just on the road of evolving the sword embryo with his Yuanshen, and he has obtained the art of calming chaos.

"Signing in the pacifying art, is it also to praise the achievements of this emperor?" Chen Xuanzhi sighed.

Then Xuanzhi stood for a long time, closed his eyes silently for a while, and then slowly opened his eyes.

His heart is surging, this is definitely the most tyrannical way to train the primordial spirit in this world today, no one can compare!

He came back to his senses, and once again looked at the sacred fusang tree in Tanggu in front of him, and his heart was slightly turbulent.

On the earth, Tanggu is the place where the sun first rises, and Fusang Shenmu was also born in Tanggu.

The eyes in front of him were filled with the incomparably rich sun holy energy, which kept pouring in, and it was so golden that all the pores on Chen Xuanzhi's body opened at this moment, as if bathing in the sea of ​​holy energy, which made him extremely comfortable.

He has practiced the Sun Sutra, and naturally can appreciate its endless mysteries. He couldn't help thinking that if he retreated here for a day, it would be worth the years of work in the outside world.

Chen Xuanzhi kept getting closer, silently running the Sun Scripture in his body, stepping into the depths of the pitch-black sea, and constantly approaching the divine tree of Fusang.

In front of it, a towering ancient tree stood there, with the glow of the sky entwined, and the golden leaves of the tree were extremely dazzling, densely stacked, and gently swaying down, like the stars falling from the sky.

Chen Xuanzhi was secretly frightened, the divine fusang tree was like an immortal medicine, if one could get one, it would be enough for a great emperor to live two lives against the sky, let alone for ordinary people.

"A long time and a million years, vicissitudes of life, the unparalleled person of the ancient emperor of the sun, after all, is still sitting in the ancient times." Chen Xuanzhi sighed slightly.

The Sun Emperor has made great contributions to the rise of the human race in his life. He once rose against the sky in the ancient times and protected the human race, and can be regarded as the co-owner of the human race.

He could never have imagined that the inheritance he left behind, because he was coveted by his Sun Sutra, was almost completely exterminated.

"Den, Deng, Deng!"

Chen Xuanzhi's eyes were condensed like a sword, and he continued to move forward. His right eye was hazy, the power of the sun was flowing slowly, and the breath was inspiring, like a round of burning sun!

"Sacred Fusang Tree!"

He finally came under the Fusang Divine Tree. The Fusang Divine Tree in front of him had an incomparably special momentum, as if an ancient universe was being opened up, evolving three thousand avenues, and it was full of atmosphere.

The divine tree of Fusang does not bear fruit or grow holy medicine. It only contains the holy power of the sun. He is the most special of all immortal medicines, and it is also the only divine tree with attack power!

"Boom!"

The sound of wind and thunder trembled, spreading faintly throughout the vast sea, and the sky seemed to be overturned at this moment.

On the six-zhang-high Fusang tree, there is a hazy ancient temple, hazy, like being in the clouds and mist, and like a brand new world!

"Whoa-"

The golden sun was surging with holy power, the divine tree of fusang swayed gently, and ten thousand rays of wisdom emerged, which came one after another as Chen Xuanzhi approached.

"The residence of the Holy Emperor of the Sun!"

Chen Xuanzhi's mind trembled slightly, and the light in his eyes suddenly became fiery, and a shocking divine light flowed out of his eyes!

"buzz"

Above the sky, the leaves rustled, and an extremely strange rhythm came, the space was slightly twisted, and then a step entrance was torn out. spread down.

"Is this welcoming me?" Chen Xuanzhi's eyes were bright, and he couldn't help but whisper, the Fusang God Tree actually opened a passage for him to allow him to enter.

He didn't hesitate much, running the holy power of the sun, swallowing the demon cover above his head, and stepping on the steps leading to the ancient temple.

The sacred tree of fusang nurtures the most fundamental sun power in the world. If someone who has not practiced the sacred power of the sun comes to this place, they will be chopped into ashes by the sacred tree of hibiscus in an instant. There is no accident!

This is the sacred tree of fusang, and it is also the former palace of the Sun Holy Emperor. The holy power of the sun here is so thick and intense that it almost turns into a tangible quality.

Pieces of ancient temples stood, and a faint golden light circulated. Chen Xuanzhi's footsteps fell, and he instantly appeared in one of the ancient temples.

He stepped on the bluestone situation and made a rattling sound. He vaguely felt that there was an ancient meaning of vicissitudes circulating, which seemed to come from thousands of years ago, which made him immersed in it.

Mottled temples, dim divine stones, intertwined with Taoist patterns, are immortal, and a half-collapsed palace appears in front of them.

Although this palace is mottled and dilapidated, it is still magnificent and still exists in the world after so many years.

"It is indeed the Palace of the Holy Emperor. It contains indescribable good fortune. I don't know what kind of unknown past happened here in the ancient times, millions of years ago?" Chen Xuanzhi sighed.

Chen Xuanzhi approached, carefully looked at the ancient temple made of stones in front of him, and saw some pictures and texts of the mythological era.

It is a kind of worship that represents the primitive. At that time, the ancestors revered the heaven and the earth, respected the sun, the gods were engraved on the boulders, and the divine birds were also painted, which were lifelike.

Chen Xuanzhi pondered carefully, this is a supreme sacred art, and with this method, it is almost impossible to stain the real fire.

He quickly memorized all the Dao Marks in his heart~www.wuxiaspot.com~ carefully referenced it, and finally obtained a simple and simple secret technique, which could go in and out of the gods, and he would not fall into calamity.

"It's very similar to the initial chapter of the Sun Sutra." Chen Xuanzhi's mind trembled slightly. Before, the Sun Cult Master also gave him some fragments, which naturally made him realize many similarities.

He passed through multiple ancient temples in succession, silently memorizing all kinds of Dao patterns and divine tricks.

"The mother of Emperor Sutra, the source of all laws."

Chen Xuanzhi whispered, and the sun's holy power was flowing in the right eye, and he noticed the clue.

These Dao Marks are all left over from the time when the Holy Emperor of the Sun created the law. This is the prototype of the ancient sun scriptures. It was recorded by the Holy Emperor and passed down to this world.

The holy power of the sun is the source of power in the universe!

Chen Xuanzhi realized silently, and his mind was also ups and downs.

For those who practice the Sun Sutra, this place is simply heaven, and it is no exaggeration to make progress a thousand miles a day.

This journey is the journey of an ancient holy emperor's path of creation, and suddenly Chen Xuanzhi's brows slightly touched.

His face changed slightly, and he felt that he seemed to be unable to control himself, and he was about to enter that realm...

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