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Chapter 118 The Last Tianwu Emperor

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    In addition to the corpses of the major families, all the golden-armored guards under Gui Yihou also died inexplicably, and fell to the ground with the slightest touch.

    The fat man suddenly burst into laughter. Before Xiao Chen could react, he saw the fat man, like a whirlwind, stripping off all the golden-armored guards under Gui Yihou and taking out the earth-level armor that was covered inside.

    Soon, more than a hundred sets of armors were all taken out by the fat man. The fat man took out one and looked at it carefully. His expression suddenly changed and he said: "Why are these armors no longer spiritual? How could this happen?"

    After he finished speaking, he took out a steel knife and slashed it lightly on the armor. A small crack immediately appeared on the golden armor, and then it collapsed.

    Su Xiaoxiao showed a surprised expression, picked up a golden armor, looked at it carefully, and after a while said, "The moonstone mixed in this armor seems to have been absorbed by something."

    When Xiao Chen and Xiao Chen heard this, they were extremely surprised. They had never heard of such a thing. The moon stone is a strange stone in the world, and it contains natural Tao charm. How could it be absorbed completely.

    Xiao Chen placed his gaze on the stone platform. He tried hard to expand his spiritual consciousness, but still couldn't. In this small world, it was difficult for his spiritual consciousness to even leave the body.

    The fat man muttered: "Forget it, go up. If you don't go up, you'll never know the reason."

    Although Xiao Chen felt something was wrong in his heart, his consciousness could not be released and he could not find anything, so he had no choice but to agree with the fat man's opinion, and the three of them stepped back onto the stone platform.

    Phew!

    The moment the three of them stepped onto the stone platform, the Qinglong martial spirit in Xiao Chen's body, the golden folding fan in the fat man's hand, and the guqin in Su Xiaoxiao's hand suddenly each emitted an aura, and then the three auras were connected together to form an inseparable aura.  A large or small barrier surrounded the three of them.

    Su Xiaoxiao said in surprise: "This is the self-protection of the Holy Soldiers. There must be something terrifying under this stone platform, otherwise the Holy Soldiers would not automatically protect it."

    Xiao Chen looked at the almost endless steps, and an inexplicable chill suddenly rose in his heart. The three of them did not speak and continued to move forward. It was impossible to retreat at this step.

    After walking a hundred steps, densely packed skeletons began to appear on the stone steps. People stepped on the skeletons, making a clicking sound, which made people's scalp numb.

    ???????????????????? Boom!

    The Moon Shadow Sword in the Qiankun Ring suddenly jumped unsteadily. Xiao Chen was startled. He stopped and looked around. A rusty broken sword appeared in his field of vision.

    "Is this? Another sub-divine weapon from the source of the Fighting Saint?" Xiao Chen picked up the broken sword and thought with some confusion. There was nothing strange about the broken sword at all.

    The Moon Shadow Knife in the Qiankun Ring shook even more violently, as if it was about to fly out of the ring. Xiao Chen had never encountered such a situation.

    Although he didn¡¯t understand what was going on, this broken sword must have a lot to do with the Thunderwood Sword. Xiao Chen put the broken sword into the Qiankun Ring and continued to move forward.

    Stepping on the bones, the three of them came to Hua Tianyu¡¯s headless body. The fat man found the writing on the ground, and then groped around on Hua Tianyu¡¯s body.

    ¡°Damn, there¡¯s nothing left, the mighty Martial Saint is so poor.¡± The fat man cursed in a low voice.

    Su Xiaoxiao looked at the fingers of Hua Tianyu's right hand. There was an obvious ring mark on the index finger, and said lightly: "The space ring that should be on this was just taken away."

    " Xiao Chen ignored the fat man's words and looked carefully at the scar on Hua Tianyu's neck. It was a sword wound. Hua Tianyu's head was cut off with one move. How could a majestic martial saint be killed with one move?

    "Who is so powerful? He kills the Martial Saint like a dog, could he be the Thunder Emperor?" Xiao Chen thought with great confusion, and suddenly thought of a question, "Fat man, look around, are there any of his heads around?"  .¡±

    Jin Dabao came back to his senses, looked at the headless corpse, and felt a little strange in his heart. He and Xiao Chen began to search everywhere, but after searching for a long time, they did not see a single skull.

    ¡°It¡¯s strange, where did this head go?¡± Jin Dabao said doubtfully.

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    In front of the stone platform, Ji Changkong and others once again divided up the important treasures of a martial saint, and then sat cross-legged, holding a low-level spirit stone in their hands, quickly restoring the vitality in their bodies.

    Along the way, they not only met the ancestors of various major families, but they even saw the body of a Ying clan emperor. They were all martial saints from a thousand years ago, and they were all figures of the same era.

    Ji Changkong was the first to finish the reply, leaving his hands without any light.Walking in the coffin, after all the hard work to get here, everyone is a little curious in their hearts as to which saint will be lying in the coffin.

    In the golden holy coffin, a stalwart man in purple imperial robes was lying quietly on the coffin, with his hands on his chest, holding a long sword.

    Ji Changkong said in surprise: "Isn't this the last emperor of the Tianwu Dynasty? Why is he lying here?"

    Gui Yihou and others were shocked. Everything they saw along the way showed that this was a saint's ruins.  The martial arts obtained from the black coffins in the underground palace can prove that the countless murals on the palace walls are all in the style of ancient times.

    Ten thousand years after the end of the ancient times, the Tianwu Dynasty began to slowly rise. The last emperor of the Tianwu Dynasty only died a few thousand years ago. How could he be related to the saint from 20,000 years ago?

    Phew!

    The man in the purple imperial robe in the holy coffin suddenly opened his eyes, and a purple light appeared in his eyes. A warrior who looked at him was burned to ashes before he could react.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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