The Golden Elixir Road

Chapter 113: One Step Faster Than Others
The air is filled with mist and smoke, and the fairy fog evaporates, turning into a rain of light, shining brightly and colorfully. The ancient trees and rocks in this primeval forest are dyed with mysterious colors, which make people intoxicated.

This is not a huge tomb at all, it is clearly a small fairyland with lush vegetation, silver waterfalls, and spectacular mountain scenery, which is very suitable for practicing.

Deep in the Emperor's Soldier Mountain, there is no trace of death, only faint traces of immortal talismans. This place is stained with the imperial aura of the ancient emperor.

Wang Zizai took out the remaining blood of the Demon King and held it in his hand together with the jade ruler.

"boom!"

As a blazing light rose up in front, many ancient mountains exploded, towering peaks exploded in groups, and there was a huge collapse of rocks and clouds!
Rumble, rocks flew through the air, divine power was like waves crashing against the shore, the vast chaos exploded, the ancient mountains were torn apart, and there was chaos here.

The ancient land ahead was completely cracked, and it was unknown how many mountains had fallen down, eventually revealing a magnificent altar. It seemed as if the first sacred mountain of the ancient times had been cut in half, becoming the ancient divine platform ahead.

A divine ruler made of feathered lapis lazuli was displayed on it, but it had been broken into five pieces with irregular breaks, as if it had been shattered by someone.

Some of them have no luster and are very dim, while others have a layer of clear light flowing. Each piece has a sense of vicissitudes and antiquity, and it is unknown how many tens of thousands of years they have gone through.

This is where the Demon King buried his soldiers. He buried the imperial soldiers that accompanied him in battles throughout his life here.

boom!
At the end of heaven and earth, a gigantic mountain larger than the stars emerged. It was vast and boundless, reaching the Chaos above and suppressing the Netherworld below. It was who knows how many tens of thousands of feet high it was.

At the foot of the mountain, there was a huge cave. A dragon roar resounded through the sky. The huge dragon horse that had disappeared earlier flew out of the cave, spanning the end of the sky, raising its head and neighing in this direction, tumbling endlessly.

The sound of dragon roars was shocking, and clouds and mist surged. The red dragon was bigger than many mountains. Any mountain in front of it was like a small mound, too small.

Boom!

The emperor's soldiers changed! The sky collapsed and the earth split, as if the emperor was about to be resurrected. Large tracts of mountains and rivers turned to dust, and only the altar stood there intact, shaking constantly.

"call out!"

The Demon King's ruler transformed into five divine lights and rushed towards Wang Zizai, or to be more precise, rushed towards the Demon King's blood in his hand, emitting waves of sorrow around him.

Wang Zizai used the Demon King's secret technique and communicated sincerely with the five-section ruler. The Demon King's ruler gradually calmed down and fell into his hands, which he collected along with the Demon King's blood.

At the same time, a curtain of light appeared above the altar, making the place hazy. There were flashes of blood, and a shadow in white stood there with his back to Wang Zizai.

This is a residual mark left behind when the Demon King offered sacrifices to the Emperor's soldiers. It has not yet dissipated with the wind, and it still emits an oppressive force that can suppress the ages.

"It's actually the tomb of the Demon King who looks down upon the nine heavens and ten earths!" A voice full of shock came.

A group of minotaurs appeared, covered with thick black hair that was a foot long, and each one was about ten feet tall.

The leader was a great sage, holding in his hand a shiny diamond, which was brilliant all over and had amazing power, it was the Vajra.

The strong men from various tribes finally entered this place. The one who spoke was the Great Sage from the Mighty Bull Demon Tribe. This Vajra Cutter was made for them by Laozi after he recruited members of this tribe as mounts.

"boom"

A figure of medium height with the might of the sun and the moon appeared. Above his head was a bronze tripod with three legs and two ears, which looked simple and majestic. He was a main god of the God Organization.

A holy stone man appeared, which was only one meter tall but exuded the aura of a ferocious beast. He held a fairy tear green gold ruler in his hand and had the majesty of dominating the world.

The Holy Spirits were protected by the heavens, and they were given many extraordinary qualities. Some stone men were born with divine things in their bodies, which were hidden in the stone wombs and evolved into their Taoist soldiers, who were born together. However, this was a fate that only a very small number of the most terrifying Holy Spirits could have, and it was rare in ancient times.

A tall figure appeared straight and straight, filling the void with a sinister aura, chilling and bone-chilling. Behind him was an ancient rusty bronze coffin.

This is the Great Sage of the Underworld, followed by a group of ghost soldiers covered in black armor, marching in neat and orderly formation.

The man was wearing a black garment that was very large and covered his entire body, even his head, which was covered by a mourning crown.

He stood in the shadows, with no starlight able to approach him. His attire was very ancient, conservatively estimated to be the attire of gods and demons from hundreds of thousands of years ago.

He walked with the gait of a dragon and a tiger. His black ancient robe fluttered and his wide sleeves were lifted up, revealing a horrifying sight with very long black hair visible.

A quick glance was frightening and shocking. It was indeed a tall figure, and it seemed to be covered with black hair, like a giant ape.

In the distance, there was a skinny old man, not very tall, with snow-white hair and a rosy face. He knelt on the ground, muttering to himself and kowtowing to the shadow of the Demon King, like a devout believer.

This is a great saint of the demon race, Baijie Taoist, a donkey spirit who has been hanging around on the ancient starry road.

Xingxu is located on the ancient road of the human race, so naturally the most people come here. The leader is none other than Taoist Qinghuang, who has a gaunt appearance, wears a Taoist robe, and holds a spear in his hand.

This person has cultivated the form of the Blue Phoenix since he was young, and is also a person of extraordinary talent, but his life span is short, and he has been serving as a protector on the ancient road of the human race.

These six are all the most powerful great saints. In addition, there are some great saints such as the protector of the ancient road of the human race, and there are many saint kings and saints.

At this time, everyone was staring at Wang Zizai. The name of this mountain was Emperor Bing Mountain. Anyone who was not a fool could guess that the altar should be where the Demon King's weapons were placed.

At this time, the imperial weapon disappeared and naturally fell into the hands of Wang Zizai. However, looking at the murderous imperial sword in Wang Zizai's hand, no one dared to ask him for it.

Everyone had no choice but to turn around and go deeper into the secret realm, hoping to grab the subsequent opportunity.

This is the Demon King's tomb. Although the Emperor's Weapon is the greatest opportunity in the Demon King's tomb, if one can obtain the complete corpse of the Demon King, it will not be inferior to the Emperor's Weapon.

"Humph, you are not the only one with an imperial weapon in this universe!"

The supreme sage from the underworld sneered sinisterly at Wang Zizai and wanted to go to the sacred mountain where the Demon King's mount was buried. The one who wanted to get the emperor's corpse the most was none other than the underworld.

Chi!
When Wang Zizai heard this, he swung his sword without hesitation. A blood-red sword light instantly appeared in front of him, full of murderous aura and terrifying power.

"boom"

The Great Sage of the Underworld didn't expect that Wang Zizai would take action as soon as he said so. The rusty ancient bronze coffin blocked his body for a moment, and then exploded instantly.

That team of ghost soldiers also evaporated. Although the great sage from the underworld took the opportunity to escape, he was still injured by Wang Zizai's casual sword.

"Wait until your imperial soldiers arrive before saying this!" Wang Zizai said coldly.

Then he went to the mountain where Longma was buried, ready to take what he should take first and then kill him.

(End of this chapter)