There are two most suitable burial sites for Kong Jue.

The first place is naturally the burial place of Bai Zangzhu.

The Great Ming King Bai Zangzhu, whose name is Zaoxuan, his inheritance is self-evidently the goal of all monks who enter the Chaodi Ancient City.

However, the inheritance of Zaoxuan is not so easy to obtain.

Over the past ten thousand years, there have been countless cultivators who wanted to inherit the Great Ming King's legacy, but all of them returned empty-handed.

Kong Jue was just going to give it a try.

If that doesn't work, change the target and focus on Bai Xiao's Tomb.

He is the only one among the five supreme inheritances who uses a bow and arrow, known as the Sun-Chasing Bow.

As for the remaining three inheritances, either the nature of the inherited skills is not suitable for oneself, or the weapons used are not suitable for oneself.

"Alas, I don't know how big this space is, and the distribution of those tombs is completely random."

“Whether I can encounter the inheritance I need is still unknown!”

Kong Ju glanced at the sky above.

He still didn't see any trace of Chaodi Ancient City.

While Kong Ju was walking towards the Chaodi Ancient City, he was paying attention to the tombs along the way.

In the space of Chaodi Ancient City, many cultivators have encountered their dream inheritance.

He also started fighting with the monks around him who were trying to compete with him for the inheritance.

About 80,000 miles north of Kongqi, there is a valley surrounded by barren rocky mountains.

The ground in the valley was filled with long swords of various shapes. They were rusted due to years of corrosion. A rough count showed that there were at least tens of thousands of them.

The sharp sword intent drifted in the valley, and any cultivator who stepped into this range felt pain on their skin.

Among the countless long swords, there stood a tombstone with the words "Tomb of Tianqi Bai Guanping" written on it.

Although Bai Guanping is not among the five supreme inheritances, he is also one of the twelve tomb inheritances in the Chaodi Ancient City that possesses the essence of the earth and heaven.

During his lifetime, his sword skills were so powerful that he was feared throughout Tianqi and was considered one of the most powerful masters in the Tianqi royal family.

And now outside Bai Guanping’s tomb.

The three groups of monks were now engaged in a desperate battle in the sky above the valley.

One of them is a sword cultivator from another world, one is a sword cultivator from the Endless Sea, and one is a sword cultivator from Wudong.

They are all kendo practitioners.

The revised version of Wudong Jian is Shangguan Yuzhou.

Neither of his two opponents is easy to deal with.

The sword power of the sword cultivator from another world is endless. As his sword intent spreads, the barren valley becomes green, and countless plants grow wildly.

The sword spirit of the Endless Sea Sword Cultivator was as strong as a mountain. He danced with a giant sword in hand. Every time the sword was slashed down, it was as heavy as a mountain, and gullies appeared on the surrounding mountains.

Shangguan Yuzhou was not afraid at all. The sword-fighting competition was a test of each person's understanding of the sword.

His sword intent was continuous and endless like rain.

He unfolded the sword rain curtain, covering both of them at the same time, trying to fight one against two.

"Arrogant!" The swordsman from another world shouted coldly.

"Looking for death!" The monk from the Endless Sea was also furious.

The two sides chose to join forces tacitly and attacked Shangguan Yuzhou together.

Shangguan Yuzhou had an indifferent expression. He was only heroic in the battle. Facing the attack from both sides, he had no intention of temporarily avoiding the sharp edge. Instead, he stood in the endless rain of swords, with the long sword in his hand standing in front of his chest, and coldly spat out two words: "Tide!"

Bang! Wherever the sword pointed, continuous sword intent piled up, turning into visible sword waves that swept across the four directions, slashing at the Endless Sea Sword Cultivator and the Sword Cultivator from the Other World at the same time.

Clang! The three sword intentions collided in the valley, causing the mountains to collapse and the earth to crack.

Thirty thousand miles west of Bai Guanping’s burial place.

The two streams of blood and energy surged like a volcanic eruption, dispersing all the clouds above the sky.

Han Honghua, whose whole body was entangled in the dark green dragon evil energy, was fighting fiercely with a cultivator from another world.

The battles between physical cultivators were simple and unpretentious, just punches hitting flesh and limbs colliding with each other.

Bang, bang, bang! Every time a punch hit the opponent's body, there was a deep, dull sound like a heavy hammer hitting a drum.

The cultivator from another world had a thin body, no hair on his head, and a gleam in his eyes. His cultivation was obviously higher than Han Honghua's, at the Shuangling realm, and his foundation in Taoism was also at the intermediate Xuan level.

Among the foreign cultivators who entered the ancient city of Chaodi, his strength was definitely among the top ten.

Han Honghua couldn't win the fight for a long time and blood was already on the corners of her mouth.

Boom! The ground, as hard as steel, was blasted into a huge pit by Han Honghua's body.

In the deep pit, Han Honghua did not retreat despite being injured. Instead, her fighting spirit became even stronger.

"What a pleasure!" Han Honghua laughed and wiped the blood from her mouth.

Boom! Han Honghua pushed the power of the Daoji Dragon's Evil Force to its limit.

A green dragon emerged from above Han Honghua's head and sank into her body.

In an instant, Han Honghua's already high morale increased further.

At the same time, Han Honghua activated her own internal energy. Blurry colors and the dragon evil energy base intertwined and covered Han Honghua's entire body.

Boom! She stood up, her aura now several times stronger than before.

The exploding blood and energy formed a hurricane, stirring up strong winds on the flat ground.

This scene made the alien cultivator's eyes look solemn.

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The alien body cultivator felt the waves stirred up by Han Honghua's blood and qi in all directions, and asked in a concentrated voice: "What's your name?"

Han Honghua's eyes had turned dark green as she stared at the man in the sky, and she responded in a clear voice, "Han Honghua!"

"Prajna sect, Peng Guier." The cultivator from another world also gave his name in a serious manner.

Han Honghua's strength earned him respect.

He had just finished speaking.

Whoosh! Han Honghua soared into the sky.

The two fought fiercely again.

It is 50,000 miles south of where Han Honghua and Peng Guier fought.

Temples are scattered around, and tall pagodas rise from the ground like bamboo shoots.

Outside the temple, a tombstone engraved with "Tomb of Bai Deyi in Tianqi" is stuck in the ground.

The Tianqi royal family is devoted to Buddhism, and many members of the royal family have an impressive Buddhist heritage.

This is the only Buddhist inheritance among the twelve inheritances that possess the essence of heaven and earth.

Monk Congyun stood in the air, with a golden bell under his feet that covered an area of ​​several miles.

Inside the bell, two monks were suppressed.

Judging from their appearance, aren’t they the two Buddhist geniuses from the Tianqi Shangzong Temple, the two monks who were neither foolish nor angry?

The two sides met on a narrow road, and since they both came for the Buddhist heritage, it was natural for them to compete with each other.

Buzz! The two men used Buddhist seals one after another, hitting the golden bell that covered the four directions.

The golden bell swayed repeatedly, emitting a deafening roar. The sound turned into ripples, and the sound waves wiped out the surrounding spiritual energy.

If someone with low cultivation level gets close to the area covered by the sound waves, he will probably be shocked to the point of vomiting blood on the spot.

Seeing the golden bell trembling continuously, Monk Congyun remained calm. He sat on top of the golden bell, muttering something.

Bang! A shadow of a Buddha statue emerged from behind him.

The Buddha statue has three faces and six arms, and each face is angry with staring eyes. There is none of the kindness of the Buddhist Buddhas, but instead, there is majesty and murderousness in it.

"The mighty and wrathful form of Vajra!" Upon seeing the true appearance of the Buddha statue, both Buchi and Neichuan exclaimed at the same time, as if they had seen some incredible scene.

"He is only at the level of Shenglun cultivation, how can he possibly reach the level of Vajra fruition!"

Before the two of them could recover from the huge shock.

Om! The golden bell blessed by the three-headed, six-armed Vajra shone brighter.

The golden bell became even more powerful, and even Buchi and Neichuan together could not shake it even a little bit.

At the same time.

Boom! White flames rose from the golden bell.

Other fire magic is hot and aggressive, but the white flame in the golden bell is truly holy.

The two monks, Buchi and Buchan, had no way to escape being contaminated by the white flames inside the golden bell. The strange thing was that the moment their bodies came into contact with the flames, they did not suffer any substantial damage, not even their clothes were torn.

But the two still showed expressions of pain.

On the other hand, looking at Zongyun on the golden bell, his face has become extremely strange.

Kong Ju had never seen Cong Yun get angry, and he even doubted that Cong Yun would ever get angry.

But now, Congyun, who Kong Ju thought would never get angry, had a furious look on his face, frowned deeply, and stared at the two people in the golden bell with eyes as big as copper bells. (End of this chapter)