Chapter 679 The Nine Supremes

Ah! ? ?

Wandering Emperor's mouth opened unconsciously, his chin hit his toes, he pinched himself hard to wake up his confused and runaway consciousness, winked at Bai Donglin, and said anxiously: "Brother Bai, hahahaha, you are still so humorous, ahem, but, this kind of joke can't be made, hurry up and apologize to Jinghong, she shouldn't be angry!"

It's crazy!

Bai Donglin might not know, but is he not clear? In Jinghong's heart, her master's status is sacred and supreme. This kind of joke is unimaginable blasphemy to her.

"What did you say?"

Xilifeng's expression was gloomy and his eyes became extremely cold. The good impression he had of Bai Donglin disappeared in an instant.

Come to think of it, she had given the other party the precious Enlightenment Pearl out of kindness, but now it seems that she has really fed an ungrateful person.

"Haha, good disciple..."

"presumptuous!!"

Snap!

Xili Feng attacked in rage, his fist surrounded by ninety-nine halos, annihilated the void, and smashed hard into Bai Donglin's smiling face.

"You have quite a bad temper."

Bai Donglin shook his head and laughed. With a thought, the Endless Styx swept past, packed up Xili Feng and Wandering Emperor, and threw them into his original body's sea of ​​​​qi world, in front of Dao Wuzhong.

Dao Wuzhong, whose meditation was interrupted again, had a hint of helplessness on his face. He slowly opened his eyes and looked at Xilifeng who had a dazed expression below.

“Master, Master…”

…

The reason why Xili Feng and the other two were sent away was because Bai Donglin himself didn't know what would happen next in the Zhan Clan's Tomb.

In order to avoid unnecessary accidents, it is enough to let him, who is immortal, take the risk.

"Let's go and see what surprises this 'Zhan', who gave up everything to completely seal off this world, has left behind."

"Hehe, I think there should be a lot of good treasures. After all, they are beyond everything. If you pull out a leg hair, it can crush all the ancient artifacts!"

"Want to make a bet?"

"Get out of here, you gambler!"

Bai Donglin narrowed his eyes slightly, holding the shaking war tablet, and walked towards the stone tablet in front. Zhi'e followed closely behind him with an excited look.

Wherever the war monument went, the terrifying area that could destroy everything actually dissipated automatically without causing any damage to Bai Donglin.

"Is this another corpse of the Twelfth Realm?"

Bai Donglin was standing under the stone tablet and could clearly see the figure, with its white bones and rotten and withered appearance.

The Twelve Realms are the supreme existences that have stepped into the other side of eternity. They traverse the heavens and the myriad worlds, and their will creates something out of nothing. In a single thought, the sea of ​​​​birth and death in the universe is overturned. They can edit information at will and add "settings" to themselves...

For example, there is a setting like the "Blue and White Realm" where one is one realm higher than the opponent under any circumstances.

It is hard to imagine that even with all these great powers, one still cannot escape death.

The reason why Bai Donglin was so sure that this skeleton was at the twelfth realm when he was alive was because he sensed the same meaning in the other party as that of the owner of the severed finger in the Bronze Immortal Palace.

There is just a slight difference. The owner of the severed finger is filled with endless sadness, reluctance and confusion.

This skeleton represents the heroic and fearless spirit of a man who is ready to face death.

If what was expected was correct, it was this person who, at the last moment of death, pulled the remains of the ancestral realm into the depths of Guixu.

"So far, I have met three supreme beings of the War Clan."

The first one is the source of the sacred pool in the Ice and Snow Temple, the woman with a pierced chest.

The bald man in the depths of the Styx is obviously not a member of the War Clan.

Suppressing his thoughts, Bai Donglin did not touch the skeleton, but loosened his hand and let the war monument shoot out.

Snap!

The war stele pierced through the void and was directly inserted onto the word "war" engraved on the stele. Seven-colored light circulated and lingered, slowly rotating. The hard surface of the stele softened and also rotated with the light. After a moment, a vortex channel with a green light appeared on the stele.

"Walk!"

Bai Donglin and Zhi'e transformed into black and white light and shot into the passage without hesitation. The green light vortex trembled slightly, then dissipated into light spots and disappeared. The stone tablet returned to its original state without any damage.

In the land of nothingness, the calamity destroys everything.

In this space, not only do surface things like matter, energy, and laws and rules not exist, but there is also no trace of deeper information concepts.

Of course, Bai Donglin couldn't understand these things. He just felt that the space he was in was very strange and awkward, but he had no idea why.

"Boss, what do you think that is?"

Compared to Bai Donglin who likes to think, Zhie started looking around as soon as he entered this place, looking for the leg hair of the imaginary boss.

"Um?"

Bai Donglin looked around intently and saw that at the end of the sky and earth, there was a huge pillar standing in each place. There were nine pillars in total. The area where they were located was the very center of the space, surrounded by the pillars.

Buzz! Whoosh—

The war monument also came in, still shaking, and then shot towards a pillar.

Seeing this, Bai Donglin hurriedly followed. The original purpose of this trip was to find the last war monument. Other things could be explored later.

"This is……"

At the end of the void space, there stood an extremely thick black pillar. The war monument was flashing with seven-color light, circling around the pillar. Bai Donglin looked at the thing in front of him, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

Azathoth's Broken Arm!!

Just like that, it was quietly displayed on the pillar, a red pointed monument, floating above the broken arm, shedding a fiery red glow and enveloping it.

This should be the last war monument without a doubt. It is as red as fire and records the "fire" in the Eight Tribes inheritance, which is the ultimate way of attack.

clang!!

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The war monument finally couldn't hold back any longer, and struck out horizontally, colliding with the red pointed monument. The point where they intersected slowly melted and quickly merged together.

Unexpectedly, the fusion speed was extremely fast and there was no need to accelerate time. Bai Donglin estimated that the fusion would be completed in less than a moment.

Gurgle!

Zhiwu's face looked a little ugly. He swallowed his saliva and said in a difficult voice: "These pillars, can't they..."

At this moment, he no longer had any thoughts about treasure hunting; he just wanted to leave this damn place as quickly as possible.

"It shouldn't be wrong."

Bai Donglin looked solemn as he carefully observed the dense and obscure patterns on the pillars. He tried his best to think but could not figure out what they were. Instead, he felt his head swelling and his thoughts became stagnant. He quickly looked away, not daring to look any further.

"It will take a while for the battle monument to merge. Go and take a look and you'll understand."

In order to verify his guess, Bai Donglin moved and flew to the pillar on the other side.

"Is that really the case?"

He murmured softly, showing a rare hint of nervousness, and subconsciously clenched his fists.

This is a snow-white pillar, the surface of which is also engraved with indescribable strange patterns. At the top of the pillar, a snow-white feather is quietly displayed.

Above the feather, there was a piece of azure jade pendant suspended. On the surface covered with mysterious patterns, there was an extremely majestic character engraved - "War"! Just glancing at the font, Bai Donglin felt his breath stagnate, and the origin particles trembled wildly, as if they were about to break.

Without lingering, turn to the next pillar.

On top of the dark yellow pillar, there is a bloody eyeball with a sharp sword suspended above it.

On the emerald green pillar, there was a rotten branch with a large seal suspended on it.

Scarlet Pillar...

Soon, Bai Donglin made a circle and returned to the original point, the dark pillar. His expression had become extremely solemn.

"I thought that Azathoth's broken arm was the biggest hidden danger in this world, but I didn't expect that He was just one of them..."

Bai Donglin exhaled deeply, cleared his mind of distracting thoughts, and his eyes regained calmness.

There is no doubt that with such a large scale, the things suppressed on these nine pillars are all from the same level of existence.

Feathers, eyeballs, dead branches... Like the broken arms, they all came from the Black Disaster, the most terrifying thirteenth realm, an existence that transcends everything.

After confirming this information, Bai Donglin was indeed stunned for a moment, but fortunately, except for the broken arm, the other seals were intact, and the things inside could not affect him for the time being.

"Ahem, what a pity, what a pity."

Zhi'e looked embarrassed. There were indeed treasures here, and they were all treasures of the same level as the war monument. Those jade pendants, swords, and seals were undoubtedly "Zhan's" personal belongings.

But, does he dare to have any evil thoughts?

Azathoth's broken arm is troublesome enough. If he creates another one, all his plans will be in vain.

"No wonder the broken arm that caused so much trouble in the outside world is so weak. It turns out that only a part of it escaped..."

Bai Donglin looked at the broken arm on the pillar with a look of sudden realization. He had always known that the broken arm had been infinitely weakened. Otherwise, with its transcendent supreme essence, the Mother River would have no power to contend with it.

clang!!

After an hour and three quarters, the battle monument rang crisply, and a terrifying aura spread out. Suddenly, a hazy light shot out from the battle monument and sank directly into Bai Donglin's brow.

Light and shadow flowed backwards, countless blurry images flashed by, and consciousness was pulled back to the ancient times...

(End of this chapter)