Villain: The wife of the heroine, the Emperor of Heaven?I will marry you

Chapter 136 Saints cannot enter, Zhao Hao exits

On Tianmen Mountain.

In front of the magnificent secret realm of the Immortal Palace, the moment when an old sage of the nine-headed lion family threw his own blood into the three-legged square tripod.

"Boom~"

Immediately.

A wave of energy like a tsunami swept across the fairy palace in Tianmen Mountain.

The golden light shines on every scene and figure, dazzling like the sun.

"Did he succeed?" Some people were blinded by the golden light, but their curiosity surged like a river bursting a bank.

"Xianyuan is right in front of you. Seniors have already tried out the method to open it. I'm about to develop!"

"Brothers, come on, success and fame are only in the present!"

a time.

The people on Tianmen Mountain are full of voices, and the excitement turns against the sky, which is no exaggeration compared to ordinary vegetable markets.

It's just that everyone hasn't had time to breathe happily.

next moment.

A voice as cold as ice suddenly came out, which shocked everyone, whether they were casual cultivators or saints.

"The Dao foundation has been set, and the blood is decaying, you are not qualified!"

"Wow~"

There was an uproar inside and outside Tianmen Mountain.

"What! Saints are not qualified, are you joking?"

"Who is speaking, could it be a fairy?

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It wasn't until the golden light dissipated that the noisy discussions stopped for a while.

But soon.

There was a sound of gasping for air, which made everyone's hair stand on end.

"The old lion is gone!" An old sage of the Tianma tribe shot colorful clouds in his eyes, carefully searching for the old lion in front of the gate of heaven.

But apart from a few golden hairs scattered on the ground, there was absolutely nothing to gain.

this scene.

It was as if the old lion had disappeared out of thin air.

In an instant, the sage of the Tianma tribe had a bad omen.

Looking up at the other comrades, I saw that the other saints were as terrified as he was.

"It devoured a saint in an instant, could it be that the immortal made a move?"

"I heard a terrible voice before, saying that the old lion Daoji has been fixed and has no qualifications. Could it be that he has been obliterated because he offended the immortal?"

"No, no, the old lion's strength can at least rank among the top ten in Xiao Nantian. It is impossible to be silenced without even a chance to struggle. Maybe he has been involved in the secret realm."

Many saints were frightened by the strange scene in front of them, and they couldn't help discussing in a panic.

It is said that the old lion is playing tricks, and there are those who want to monopolize the secret realm.

There are those who are afraid of the anger of the immortals.

There is no shortage of schadenfreudes.

In the end, it was Xuan Hong's elder who was calmer, strode over a thousand feet, and came to the shivering little nine-headed lion.

"Little guy, contact your Shituoling and ask if the old lion's soul lamp is still on!"

The half-threat, half-concern words made the nine-headed lion tremble.

Many saints began to panic, how could he, a small and powerful monk, not be afraid.

Without thinking too much, he hurriedly took out a contact magic weapon from the storage bag, and sent the thought of asking to the ancestral home of the Nine-Headed Lion Clan.

The saints are all eagerly waiting for the result.

If the old lion is still alive, it means that they have a lot to do in this fairy palace secret realm.

But if the old lion dies.

The consequences are self-evident.

Shituoling is not far from Tianmen Mountain, but only tens of thousands of miles away. As the young master of a clan, the little nine-headed lion has a lot of power, so he quickly got the answer.

It's just that this answer made him absolutely unacceptable.

"Old Ancestor, Old Ancestor." A choked voice, accompanied by crystal clear tears, spewed out from the eyes of this nine-foot-tall man.

Just now, he got a bad news from the magic weapon of communication. The soul lamp of his ancestors has been extinguished, and Shituoling is in chaos. The clansmen have begged him to go back to the clan to preside over the overall situation.

Seeing this scene, Xuan Hong's elders couldn't help sighing.

Although the little nine-headed lion didn't say anything, he already got the answer.

This so-called secret realm is like a piece of poison to their saint-level monks, and they will die if they touch it.

The same realization also arose in other saints at the same time: "The foundation of the Dao has been set, and it should be the law. I can only break through the realm of the saint when I understand the laws of heaven and earth, but I didn't expect this to become a reminder for Brother Nine Heads." .”

Some people feel sorry for the unexplained death of the nine lions.

And more people feel sorry for their loss of a chance: "Such a fairy fate has no chance for us."

"First, each person can only open it once, and then the saint is directly blocked. The design of this secret realm is really weird."

"It's okay, it's okay, if I didn't restrain my greed before, I'm afraid I will end up with the old lion now."

When many saints figured out the two basic rules of the secret realm of the Immortal Palace, the entire Tianmen Mountain was in an uproar!

There are no less than ten thousand monks with deep cultivation bases, all of them are tongue-tied and their eyes are round.

"Saints. Saints can also fall."

"How is this a fairyland of chance? It's clearly a deadly gate. It seems that I am destined to miss the secret realm!"

But there are also many people with active minds who have obtained some information that is beneficial to them.

"Saints are not allowed to enter, and each person can only open it once. Then, wouldn't it be possible for me to pick up this bargain later?"

Taking advantage of everyone's trance.

The demon cultivator had delusional thoughts and quietly approached the gate of heaven.

But soon.

The same thing happened again.

But this time, that indifferent voice didn't even bother to explain the reason, just said: "Trash, get out." After that, it wiped out the demon cultivator who wanted to fish in troubled waters into powder.

a time.

Everyone was chilling again.

"It seems that this secret realm is only for Tianjiao."

"Unless the blood is pure, those of us who are the arrogance of the big clan and whose cultivation level is below that of a saint will encounter some indescribable danger."

"Sure enough, it is worthy of the name of the curse mountain. Even if there is a chance, it is not something ordinary people can explore."

But just when this kind of discussion terrified everyone.

Sudden.

The tightly closed Tianmen suddenly flashed a bright light.

A golden phantom, as tall as the sky, suddenly let out a roar.

The ancient aura made everyone frightened.

"Another accident!"

Many saints suddenly became nervous.

When they have reached their level of practice, they know how to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages. If it is because of such a chance that they don't know the outcome, they will give their precious old life to it.

They have no place to reason.

Some people have even thought about quitting.

But the next moment.

After the bright light flickered, the phantom of the giant dissipated in an instant, and instead a tall and straight figure quietly appeared in front of the Tianmen.

"No, the people inside came out!"

"Is it an immortal? Why is there such a strong wave of law radiating from his body!"

Everyone's eyes were focused on the figure full of golden light, trying to identify his true identity.

But soon.

Then someone exclaimed: "I recognize him, he is the human Zhao Hao on Mount Taihao!"