Chapter 1280 Entering the Fourth Floor of the Divine Ruins
Qingtian Realm, Shenxu, third floor.
Han Yang and Emperor Zhan sat opposite each other, with various spiritual fruits and nectar placed in front of them.
Zhan Tianzi's face was still a little pale.
Because of his complete integration with Shenxu, if Shenxu is not destroyed, he will not die.
But this time his body was almost exploded and the damage was extremely serious.
Even with the help of Han Yang's reincarnation power, it would be difficult to fully recover in a short while.
After Emperor Zhan swallowed a pill, he smiled bitterly and said: "I thought that with the help of Shenxu, I would be promoted quickly enough, but I didn't expect that Brother Han was still one step ahead of me."
Emperor Zhan has a small formless body, and even if he ascends to a thousand worlds, his talents are still among the best.
Especially after combining with Shenxu, as Shenxu becomes stronger, he will also become stronger, which can be said to be high-spirited.
Seniors like Jue Yunzi have already been surpassed by him.
To say he is a genius is not an exaggeration.
But he was so amazing and talented, yet he was still left far behind by Han Yang. At this time, Emperor Zhan had no other thought in his mind but the word "submit".
Han Yang smiled and said: "Brother Zhan relies on Shenxu, and the future is promising, so why belittle oneself? Besides, I came here this time just to ask Brother Zhan for help..."
Emperor Zhan frowned slightly and said solemnly: "Are you going to enter the third floor of the Divine Ruins?"
Han Yang nodded: "The war is about to begin. I need to enhance my strength as much as possible. After much thought, the only way to improve myself is to go to the third level of the Divine Ruins."
At Han Yang's current state, some of the magical medicines in the world are no longer enough to help him advance to the ninth level of the Martial Saint.
If you rely on your own cultivation, it may take hundreds or even thousands of years.
Han Yang couldn't afford to wait.
The only possible treasure that could surpass the magical medicine and help him advance was on the third floor of the Divine Ruins.
Emperor Zhan first nodded in agreement, and then explained with a serious look: "There are powerful natives surviving in the middle and third levels. The cultivation methods of those natives are completely different from those of all the worlds. Their realm may not be high, but their methods are extremely evil. Even I
The Lord of the Divine Ruins almost got killed last time when he was exploring the middle third floor..."
"Brother Han, if you want to enter the third floor of the middle school, you need to be more careful."
When they first fought against the major forces in the Qingtian Realm, Han Yang and Zhan Tianzi relied on some power from the middle and third levels.
At that time, I only had a glimpse of the indigenous warriors there.
At that time, I felt that the level of the indigenous people was not very high.
But during the time when Han Yang left Qingtian Realm, Emperor Zhan also visited the middle and third floors.
Unexpectedly, the evil methods of those natives almost caused the loss of Zhan Tianzi, the master of the Divine Ruins.
In the end, he relied on his ability to control the ruins of the gods to escape.
As a result, Emperor Zhan was still frightened. Although Han Yang was strong, he had to remind him solemnly.
Han Yang nodded and said with a smile: "Don't worry, I have been practicing for many years, so I am well-informed and have my own way to deal with it."
Emperor Zhan knew very well that Han Yang had to enter the third level of the Middle School, so he did not do much to dissuade him, but took out three jade talismans from the Najie.
"This is the teleportation jade talisman I made in advance. If you encounter an invincible external force inside, crush the jade talisman and you can forcefully escape."
Before Han Yang left last time, he mentioned to Emperor Zhan that after returning to the Qingtian Realm, he would explore the Divine Ruins.
Therefore, in the past few years, Emperor Zhan has not been idle.
He specially made three Shenxu teleportation jade talismans to protect Han Yang's safety.
After thanking him, Han Yang accepted the Shenxu Jade Talisman.
"When are you going to enter?"
"It's better to do it sooner rather than later. Shenzong won't leave us too much time."
The two continued to discuss for a few words, and then Emperor Zhan slowly stood up.
"Then I'll just wait for Brother Han's good news!"
Emperor Zhan bid farewell.
Han Yang now only has the eighth level of martial arts cultivation, so he can reverse the three realms of Dzogchen.
If you are promoted to the ninth level of the Martial Saint, your strength will naturally rise to the next level.
The stronger his cultivation level, the safer the Shenxu and Qingtian Realm will be.
Han Yang smiled and said: "When I come back, I will help you swallow the laws of heaven in the Qingtian Realm, and completely make you the master of the Qingtian Realm!"
The Heavenly Dao of Qingtian Realm is ignorant of the interests of the people. Han Yang will definitely not be polite if he helps foreign enemies.
Use the Divine Ruins to swallow up the entire Qingtian Realm, and let the Heavenly Dao of Qingtian Realm disappear from now on.
By that time, Shenxu will completely engulf the Qingtian Realm, and the strength of Emperor Zhan will also be significantly improved.
Emperor Zhan nodded excitedly.
This time he was defeated by Meng Feixue and other Nine-Star Envoys. He was really aggrieved. He did not want to repeat this tragedy again.
Boom!
As he pressed the magic formula, a hole opened between the third and fourth levels of the Shenxu barrier.
Han Yang rose into the air and stepped onto the fourth floor of Shenxu, which was the top floor of the middle three floors.
Watching Han Yang's figure gradually disappear in the distance, Emperor Zhan silently blessed him in his heart.
Hope... you have good luck.
…
On the fourth floor of the Shenxu, inside a ruined temple.
The old monk was emaciated and dying.
A little monk with red lips and white teeth was sobbing beside him.
The old monk touched the little monk's bald head with pity and comforted him softly: "Silly boy, don't cry. Birth, old age, illness and death are human nature. What's more, the master has accumulated virtues and done good deeds throughout his life. After passing away, he will definitely be able to ascend to the sky and go to Hao. In the pure land of heaven, there is no need to be sad."
Upon hearing this, the young monk cried even more sadly.
The old monk's eyes gradually became gentle.
In the warm and sad atmosphere, the young monk choked and said: "Master, you left and went to the Haotian Pure Land to enjoy your blessings. But what can I do? If you leave, my father will definitely force me to get married. You have always Tell me, women are tigers... I don’t want to marry a tiger..."
"..."
The old monk's withered palms couldn't help but freeze, his expression slightly embarrassed.
When he was still in good health, in order to make the young monk devote himself to martial arts, he lied to him that the woman at the foot of the mountain was a tiger and that the tiger wanted to eat people.
Unexpectedly, this disciple has always kept it in mind and still remembers it.
This is a bit embarrassing.
The monks of the Haotian God Sect are not afraid of marrying.
If the little monk's father, who was a guard general, knew that he had tricked his only son into becoming lame, and the Lu family would have no descendants, I'm afraid even if he died, his bones would be dug out and whipped.
Thinking of this, the old monk hurriedly stared and said: "Jie Kong! What did my teacher teach you in the beginning? As the saying goes, if I don't go to hell, who will? If you don't have the determination to serve a tiger with your body, sacrifice your life to feed a tiger. , how can I cultivate supernatural powers and ascend to the Pure Land of Haotian in the future?"
"Sacrifice yourself to feed a tiger?"
The little monk was stunned.
This is different from what Master said before.
The old monk continued to be tempting: "Think about it, if the tiger doesn't eat you, it will eat others. If you dedicate yourself and sacrifice yourself, then the tiger will not eat others if it is not hungry? So, you should marry more wives and concubines. Subdue some tigers, this is the way to sacrifice yourself for others..."
Is that so?
The little monk's eyes gradually brightened.
Master's last words were like an enlightenment, giving him a sudden enlightenment.
"Master, disciple understands!"
The young monk nodded vigorously: "Father has appointed a wife, four concubines, and eight maids for me. I will marry them all when I return to prevent them from harming others."
The old monk's eyes suddenly widened.
When he was young, he was not treated like a young monk.
Thirteen wives and concubines are really...blessed.
In endless regret, the old monk gradually closed his eyes.
The young monk cried for a while, then staggered up and prepared to bury the master with his own hands.
Just when he was about to pick up the old monk's body, suddenly, the old monk suddenly opened his eyes, and his eyes... were filled with light.