The Sovereign of the Nine Realms

Chapter 1502 The Temple of Promise!

Chapter 1502 The Temple of Promise!

With the protection of the Great Desolation Melting Sun Furnace, as long as you don't encounter a powerhouse beyond the Great Saint level, Qingguyou is not in any danger, and with the help of the strong pressure of sea water, Qingguyou can also practice quickly.

Ling Hantian and Heiman dived quickly for an unknown how long, and the pressure that crushed everything gradually disappeared.

At this moment, the Hentian compass in Ling Hantian's hand suddenly shook, flew out of Ling Hantian's palm, and fell down.

Just when Ling Hantian was surprised, a flash of light suddenly sounded in the pitch-black sea below, as if some terrifying magic circle had been touched.

The next moment, Ling Hantian and the two were directly sucked into the magic circle and appeared in a bronze hall.

In the center of the main hall, there is a purple altar, and the hate sky compass is quietly suspended above the altar.

Sure enough, it was Hetian Compass who opened the defense of the hall just now, allowing them to come in from the outside.

"Young master, I seem to have seen this hall before."

Heiman flew out with fluttering wings and looked around the main hall, while Ling Hantian came to the purple altar with the small green tree on his back.

In his mind, Ling Hantian put away the hateful compass, and then his eyes fell on the purple altar.

Looking at the purple altar, Ling Hantian couldn't help thinking of the purple mountain in the village of gods.

According to the old village chief, the purple mountain was transformed by the weapon of Emperor Wuji.

It's just that special purple that people can't forget after seeing it, and the purple in the purple altar in front of them is really similar to the color of Zishan.

Could it be that this purple altar has an inexplicable relationship with the Emperor Wuji?
With this idea in mind, Ling Hantian tried to activate the Heaven's Will Four Images Absolute Kung Fu, and then stretched out his big hand, slowly touching the purple altar.

hum!
When Ling Hantian's big hand touched the purple altar, the purple altar visibly trembled, and then turned into a purple light.

"Ah, I remembered, this is the Wuji Temple of the Wuji Heavenly Emperor!"

At this moment, Heiman's exclamation sounded, and when he turned around, he happened to see the purple altar light up.

"Young master, this purple altar is the center of the Wuji Temple. You can try to refine this purple altar. If you can refine it, then we will be developed."

Heiman flapped his wings and flew over with an excited face, his eyes burst out with extremely excited light.

At this moment, without Hei Man saying it, Ling Hantian also felt the extraordinaryness of this purple altar, and he began to activate the Hunyuan Dao, trying to refine this purple altar.

However, what made Ling Hantian a little depressed was that after refining for a long time, there was no other reaction from the purple altar.

"Young master, try dripping a drop of blood essence."

The voice of Heiman's suggestion sounded, and Ling Hantian thought for a while. When he was comprehending the Wuji Dao Sutra before, it seemed that the skin of his palm was cut, and the blood fused with the paper to manifest the Wu Ji Dao Sutra.

Thinking of this, he forced a drop of blood from his fingertips onto the purple altar.

Buzz!
Almost at the moment when Ling Hantian dripped blood on the purple altar, the purple altar shone with purple light, and the entire Promise Temple trembled slightly.

"Haha, the young master has succeeded. Hurry up and refine this altar. From now on, we can move freely in the entire God Realm."

Heiman's eyes were so excited that they were about to fall to the ground, and the corners of Ling Hantian's mouth curved into a beautiful arc. He already felt a certain connection with this purple altar.

At the moment, without the slightest hesitation, he refined the purple altar with all his strength.

About ten minutes later, Ling Hantian successfully refined the purple altar.

As Ling Hantian completely refined the purple altar, he felt that everything in the entire Promise Temple was under his control, and he became the master of the Promise Temple.

At this moment, Ling Hantian also discovered that the countless treasures in the Wuji Temple were all treasures from the Wuji Immortal Palace, and they were all stored here.

Sure enough, his father Ling Zhan once said that the Tiantian Compass is the key to finding the treasure of Wuji Immortal Palace. Now it seems that everything has been fulfilled.

Even Ling Hantian, a treasure of the Immortal Emperor's Sect, couldn't help but feel his heart beating violently.

This is an unimaginably huge amount of resources, which can make Lingmen rise completely.

"My lord, by now, I am quite sure that you are the descendant of Emperor Wuji."

Heiman's eyes burst out with brilliant light, the descendants of the Heavenly Emperor, his decision back then was indeed correct.

With a thought, Ling Hantian appeared in the Treasure Pavilion of the Promise Temple. The vast temple has the power of the world. It is hard to imagine how big it is, and the treasures in the Treasure Pavilion are countless.

Cultivation techniques, combat skills, secret techniques, armor, weapons, elixir, and the background of an imperial lineage and immortal sect really opened Ling Hantian's horizons.

Heiman was completely shocked. The treasures in front of him, even though Heiman came from the ancient race, were petrified by the treasures in front of him.

Now that Ling Hantian wants to create his own path, he no longer needs to use other foreign things except the exercises that he can learn from.

"Choose what you see."

Ling Hantian said lightly, and with a thought, all the scrolls of endless exercises flew towards him, and then Ling Hantian entered the secret room of the Promise Temple.

Heiman was like a country bumpkin entering the city, frantically looking for treasures in the treasure house, anyway, the young master had already opened his mouth, and picked something he liked.

This is the Wuji Immortal Palace, a treasure pavilion of the emperor's immortal sect. Heiman is completely delusional, and he really wants to store all the things here in his Sumeru Ring.

But thinking that this might be bad, I had to obediently choose the most suitable things.

Next, Heiman also started a long retreat in the Promise Temple.

There are hundreds of thousands of volumes of exercises, and by the way, one volume is all the exercises above Tianzun. If they are taken out, it is impossible to know how many people will be peeping.

However, Ling Hantian does not want to cultivate now, but to learn from it.

The Hunyuan Avenue, which accommodates three thousand avenues, accommodates nine worlds and ten places, and creates the supreme way.

In front of these endless exercises, each one has its own uniqueness, otherwise it would not be eligible to be included in the Treasure Pavilion of Wuji Immortal Palace.

More importantly, the cultivation technique hidden by an Emperor Lineage Immortal Gate itself is omnipresent, containing most of the ways of cultivation in this world.

At this moment, Ling Hantian was like a sponge, frantically absorbing the cultivation methods in this endless practice, and constantly perfecting the Hunyuan Dao.

Time passed while Ling Hantian comprehended these hundreds of thousands of scrolls of exercises.

The Promise Temple, like a mustard seed, floats in the boundless Nine Nether Sea.

(End of this chapter)