Chapter 143: There is always a backbone left, the palace calls

Chapter 143: There is always a backbone left, the palace calls

I saw Wang Teng, Li Yuan, Jiang Shanyu, Zhou Zong, and the other two foundation-building cultivators.

Greedy excitement appeared in their eyes at the same time!

It was not in vain!

It was indeed not in vain!

Not to mention other things, if the corpses of the strong men on this ground were transported out, they would definitely make a lot of money!

But everyone was not stupid. Yu Xian arrived here first, but he did not touch the corpses.

So it is very likely that these corpses are problematic!

Li Yuan looked at Yu Xian's back as he walked calmly towards the palace, his eyes flickering.

Such a smart person, he didn't take it... then I didn't dare to take it either!

After being surprised, Wang Teng also showed a thoughtful look.

Although these corpses have been dead for many years, the fluctuations of their auras are still terrifying.

If you approach them rashly... you might be shocked to death directly...

As for the others, seeing that Li Yuan and Wang Teng, the two strong men, did not easily take action to collect the corpses, they also thought about it and dared not be the first.

At this moment, the six people looked at the "wealth" on the ground but could not take it at all. They felt so uncomfortable.

And it was during the time when the six people were hesitating and wondering whether to take these bones.

Yu Xian had already stepped forward and walked hundreds of meters along the road to the palace.

There were more and more corpses around, whether they were human or so-called gods, their corpses and rotten bones were the same.

This also proved that the two sides were basically the same race, that is, the human race!

It's just that the invaders, or the attacking party, claimed to be gods, full of inexplicable arrogance, arrogance, and arrogance.

The defending party still called themselves humans, resisted and fought desperately.

But in the end, they failed, the royal city was broken, the palace was broken, and the dynasty was destroyed.

The battle in the inner city was the most terrifying. The land was in pieces, gullies were everywhere, and the power of countless strong men gathered together, and everything they beat would be crushed to pieces.

If the buildings in the inner city were not protected by a large formation and the materials themselves were extremely tough, they would have been razed to the ground long ago.

And it was precisely because of this war that many things were left behind.

So the monks who came in before got some scattered pills, skills, materials, and even broken pieces of magic weapons by chance, which was called chance.

Yu Xian frowned more and more. He couldn't figure out why this ancient ruins city was opened every year or two and pulled some people in. What was the purpose?

Just to let them see those remaining illusions over and over again?

What's the point?

Boom...

But at this moment, a low roar came from the distant palace, like an earthquake, sweeping in all directions.

Yu Xian's face changed slightly, and he quickly used magic. At the same time, the Spirit God Shield had already appeared in front of him.

The vibrating air wave then rushed in, was blocked by the Spirit God Shield, and dispersed into two paths.

But this vibration was only a precursor. The truly terrible fluctuations only sounded after a short breath!

"I can die... I don't want to be the emperor..."

An extremely magnificent wave of air and pressure rushed out from the palace!

It was like dropping a huge rock in the center of the lake, and the waves spread directly to the entire ruins city!

And the monks such as Yu Xian were the weakest, smallest, and most undetectable seven dust particles in this huge lake!

Under such momentum, they seemed to have no other way to go except death.

"Ah! Holy King Power! It's Holy King Power!!"

The pressure of the elimination giant wolf roared, and the seven people were like ants.

Wang Teng screamed first, and then roared: "Quick! Kneel down! Kneel down and you can live! Kneel down and you can live!!"

"Holy King Power! Quick! Kneel down!"

Li Yuan's face also changed drastically, and he yelled anxiously, and suddenly knelt down and shouted: "My king, calm down!!"

Others have naturally heard the rumors about the Holy King Power.

Seeing this, they knew what to do immediately, and knelt down and shouted: "My king, calm down!"

Many monks who had come in before had encountered the power of the Holy King, even if they had never entered the inner city.

After word of mouth, the way to resist was naturally very unified, that is, kneel down immediately, and the safety would be safe.

But at this moment, only Yu Xian was still standing there!

He looked at the Holy King's power that was whistling, and his brows frowned.

"Holy King's power..."

Yu Xian said to himself. He had heard about the Holy King's power from Wang Teng, and he knew that as long as he knelt down, the power fluctuations of the Holy King's power would not hurt him.

It seemed that this was the only way.

But...

"It doesn't make sense."

Yu Xian did not move, let alone kneel down. He just looked at the Holy King's power that was whistling, and said lightly: "Since it is not a living thing, how can it control the damage? Standing will die, kneeling can live? How do you tell the difference? So you are fake, you are, an illusion."

Boom! !

A huge wave of power swept past, piercing through Yu Xian, and then through the frightened Wang Teng, Li Yuan and others, and then quickly disappeared.

Yu Xian didn't even blink!

Illusion!

It was indeed an illusion!

Perhaps decades ago, the first batch of cultivators who came in were frightened to kneel on the spot after encountering the power of the Holy King, but they did not die.

Then it was spread that if you encounter the power of the Holy King, kneeling on the ground will ensure that you will not die.

And later people were not without doubts, but when he encountered this terrible prestige, he struggled in his heart and must have chosen to kneel down.

After all, kneeling down, what's the big deal?

Living is the most important thing, what's dignity, face, and backbone?

How many powerful and strong people, when they were weak, didn't they all bow down and kneel when they should, run when they should, call daddy when they should, and admit their weakness when they should?

What's wrong with me doing this?

So there's no need to bet that it's fake.

Since kneeling down can ensure safety, then kneel down, what's the bet? Poison, there's still a possibility of losing.

But today, this Saint King Wei happened to meet a blockhead.

A person who has his own persistence and dignity, who can die but cannot kneel, Yu Xian.

Perhaps some people look down on the persistence of this weak person and think it's a joke.

That's because he judges others by himself!

Because he has no persistence at all, no bottom line.

This kind of weak person's persistence is precisely an indescribable and powerful!

Because the persistence of the strong is supported by strength to persist.

But the persistence of the weak is pure, backbone!

Such as those weak people who dare to speak out, dare to expose the darkness, and dare to face the conspiracy.

They clearly know that they are grass, and they clearly know that after they say this, they will be crushed by those "strong people", and they will be harmed and blocked by them.

But they still speak out and shout!

This is powerful!

It is incomparable, impressive, and powerful!

This world is not short of those who are servile, those who think they are smart, those who are smooth, and those who have no bottom line.

What is lacking is people with backbone.

However, many times, people with backbone will be ridiculed, saying that they don't know how to protect themselves and are regarded as fools.

It's really sad...

Yu Xian looked at the palace in front of him and exhaled softly.

He won the bet.

Although the result of losing the bet is death, he won the bet.

As for the other monks such as Wang Teng and Li Yuan, they raised their heads tremblingly.

The Holy King's might didn't hurt them, probably because they knelt down and it worked...

After the Holy King's might swept through, the whole world became quiet, as if everything was clean after a storm.

The various sounds of shouting, screaming, howling, and the murderous aura that was condensed like fog, all dissipated.

But soon, they began to condense little by little again.

Yu Xian stood in place and didn't take another step.

The danger in this palace is too great, and as for the opportunity...I'm afraid there is none.

It's just like facing that terrible palace on the peak of Shengxian Island.

Inside, the crisis is too great.

When the opportunity and the crisis are extremely unequal, Yu Xian will naturally choose to give up.

It's better not to go.

I came here and learned some martial arts, which is also an opportunity.

In the remaining time, I can think about whether I can transport a few corpses of strong men out, which is also a fortune.

Thinking of this, Yu Xian was about to turn around.

"Come..."

But at this moment, a voice suddenly rang in Yu Xian's ears!

Yu Xian frowned and looked at the palace.

"Who, who is talking?"

"You heard it too? It seems like someone is calling us!"

"It came from the palace, it came from the palace."

At the same time, the six monks behind him also changed their expressions, and they all heard the call.

Li Yuan narrowed his eyes, looked at the palace, and said solemnly: "Could it be... there are living strong people in this palace?"

Wang Teng stood up quickly and said excitedly: "Inheritance? Is it the inheritance of the ancient strong? Or is that, the mighty and powerful Saint King of the ancient times still alive?"

"Come..."

Another voice, much clearer, let the seven people hear it again.

It's true... someone is calling them...

Yu Xian frowned, looked at the palace, and reached out to touch the jade pendant on his chest gently.

It didn't respond, and the feeling around was extremely real. He should not have fallen into any illusion.

There are really living people in the palace...?

Could it be that every time the ruins are opened, the person inside is constantly activating and sending the destined person in?

What does it want to do? What does it intend to do?

"Come..."

The words sounded again.

"Life and death are determined by fate, and wealth and honor are determined by heaven!"

Wang Teng suddenly shouted and walked directly towards the palace!

He was going to give it a try!

Otherwise, he really didn't know when he could break through the golden elixir, and it was very likely that he would not be able to break through when his lifespan came to an end!

Since there was someone calling inside, there were only two results for the people who went in.

Either the trap was killed, or everything of the people inside was inherited!

When Wang Teng moved, the expressions of the others also changed, all of them were entangled and struggling.

Li Yuan stomped his feet and gritted his teeth and followed.

Seeing this, what were the others still talking about? They immediately made up their minds and followed.

Wang Teng's words were right!

Wealth and honor are sought in danger!

If you don't fight, can the opportunity still fall from the sky?

If they really got the ancient inheritance, they would be able to ascend to heaven in one step!

At this moment, the corpses scattered all over the ground were no longer fragrant.

The six people kept moving forward and backward, quickly passing Yu Xian and rushing straight to the palace.