Chapter 5995: Old Drunkard

 Without a guide, Long Chen found out when he climbed the Difeng alone that the road to Difeng was not guarded at all, nor was there a checkpoint. Anyone could climb it.

 At that moment, Long Chen felt that it might not be that easy for the mountain master to let him climb Difeng.

 The main road was wide and winding, but because Difeng was too big, the road was obviously curved, but it looked straight.

 Moreover, Long Chen dared to guarantee that the road that Elder Huang Xuan took him on was definitely not this one. However, now that there was no one to lead the way, he could only walk up by himself.

 As he walked, the road ahead became two. Long Chen didn't know which one was right, so he just picked one at random.

 However, after walking for a while, the road ahead became two again. Long Chen didn't care, nor did he deliberately choose, and just randomly chose one and continued to move forward.

 In the endless choices, Long Chen seemed to have entered a maze, but Long Chen didn't panic, and always walked forward at a specific speed.

 I don't know why, walking on this maze-like road, Long Chen's heart was calm, his soul was peaceful, and the purple blood in his body was peaceful.

 The road ahead was endless, and the higher they went, the more purple clouds and mist appeared, making it impossible to identify the direction. Suddenly, a chill appeared, and Long Chen felt as if he was in an ice cellar.

 "What a strong murderous aura!"

 Long Chen was slightly stunned, and continued to move forward. Long Chen found that he had walked into a cemetery without realizing it.

 The cemeteries stood on both sides of the road, and the cemeteries were endless, extending all the way to the depths of the fog. The cemeteries on both sides were extremely simple, basically one tomb and one tombstone, but on each tombstone there was a weapon.

 As soon as Long Chen set foot in this area, he was attracted by a long sword on a tombstone. It was unknown how many years the long sword had been lying on the tombstone, but even through the scabbard, Long Chen could sense the monstrous murderous intent it exuded.

 When Long Chen came to the tombstone, there was no name on it, but there was a sentence written on it:

 "The way of heaven is destroyed, all laws are exhausted, I am unwilling to die and my heart is hard to settle!"

 Suddenly Long Chen looked at another tombstone. Next to the tombstone, there was a long spear leaning against it. There was also a sentence engraved on the tombstone:

 "I am hard to settle. Wait for the next life, the sky will weep blood and kill the evil!"

 "Kill the evil, step on the sky, the world will let me go!

 " "Let me go, take Jinghong with me, why fear to go to the netherworld together!"

 "Go to the netherworld, howl at the long wind, the ghost emperor of the underworld kneels down to listen..."

 When Long Chen read the words on the tombstone softly, at that moment, his heart was filled with shock, as if he was pulled into the chaotic battlefield, watching the passionate Tianjiao die with hatred. Although they died, their hatred did not disappear.

 Long Chen reached out and touched the words on the tombstone. Every stroke was filled with hatred and unwillingness, but also with attachment and yearning.

 The words on these tombstones were all engraved by the weapons next to the tombstones. The owners of these weapons are dead, but these weapons have inherited their masters' wills and are here to protect their masters.

 Long Chen was in the tomb, looking at these tombstones that only left last words but no names, and a sense of sadness filled his heart.

 From these weapons, Long Chen could feel the lofty ambitions of their owners. They were all true heroes, otherwise they would not be so loyally protected by their weapons.

 "Buzz"

 Long Chen waved his hand, and the long sword on the tombstone fell into Long Chen's hand. Long Chen waved his hand.

 "Clang"

 the long sword was unsheathed, and the purple flying rainbow crossed the sky. The cold sword energy cut through the sky. It was sharp. It had been silent for countless years, and it seemed to have accumulated endless power. It wanted to bloom its own light in this era.

 "It's a pity that I can't live in the same era with you heroes, but you don't have to worry. The person who inherits your will will be here soon!" Long Chen said in a deep voice, holding the long sword.

 These weapons are all rare imperial weapons. It is obviously impossible for a Heavenly Saint to gain their recognition. Only after advancing to the level of Human Queen will one be qualified to challenge them.

 These imperial weapons, their former masters were all great men, ordinary strong men were not in their eyes at all, and they inherited the will of their previous masters, and after millions of years of precipitation, they were already impatient to avenge their masters.

 That fierce killing intent was their will for revenge, and it was also thanks to Long Chen's super strong will that ordinary people could not bear that terrifying killing intent.

 "Buzz buzz buzz..."

 These divine weapons seemed to be responding to Long Chen, constantly flashing, and the endless tombs were like stars in the night sky, making Long Chen's heart sink.

 What happened in the chaotic era? How could so many terrifying beings die so unwillingly.

 "Clang"

 Long Chen sheathed the long sword and slowly placed it on the tombstone. From this long sword, Long Chen felt the breath of its original owner, that was a powerful emperor, and also a sword cultivator. Unfortunately, apart from this, Long Chen could not get more information. Long Chen took

 a deep breath and continued to move forward. He quickened his pace, wanting to quickly pass through this tomb. The breath here was too oppressive, making Long Chen a little breathless.

 Looking at those graves, Long Chen was even a little scared. He was afraid that one day in the future, he and his confidantes would also sleep in the ground with endless hatred like these peerless masters of the Purple Blood Clan. The

 emperor-level masters, so young, had lofty ambitions, but eventually turned into graves, with hatred hard to settle, leaving only the magic weapon to inherit their will and look at the future on their behalf. After

 walking for an unknown period of time, Long Chen finally walked out of the graves, and the purple haze covering the sky also dissipated, and a clear world came into view. At that moment, Long Chen's heart seemed to become clear.

 In front of him, a purple lake, like a huge purple crystal, reflected the sky, mysterious and ethereal.

 Looking at the lake, Long Chen's distracting thoughts seemed to be washed away in an instant, and his endless troubles could be forgotten in an instant.

 "Is this the place that the mountain master is talking about?" Long Chen looked at the lake and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

 This is indeed a good place for cultivation. He has too many things in mind, and he has absorbed so many runes in Ziyun Pavilion, which makes Long Chen's mind even more difficult to calm down.

 And here is a treasure land for cultivation. Long Chen can use the power here to help himself cultivate. Long Chen is also a person who has seen the world. He can see at a glance that this lake is definitely not ordinary. However

 , Long Chen thought that this was already the top of the peak, and then he saw the mountain behind him that went straight into the sky and found that this was still halfway up the mountain.

 "No matter what, if I can comprehend it here, it would be best. If I can't comprehend it, it's not too late to climb up."

 Time is running out. Long Chen doesn't want to waste any time. He flew to the center of the lake, embraced the Yuan and guarded the One. Endless purple air rose around him, and billions of runes spread rapidly, instantly covering the entire lake.

 However, just as Long Chen began to practice and comprehend, in a corner by the lake, an old man with greasy clothes and messy hair like a beggar woke up from the fire.

 However, when the old man woke up, he did not open his eyes first. Instead, he stretched out his trembling hands and fumbled around the fire. When he touched a wine gourd, he was suddenly refreshed, his hands stopped shaking, he unplugged the gourd and took a deep sip:

 "Wow, great!"

 The old man exclaimed with great satisfaction, and then slowly opened his eyes. When Long Chen's figure appeared in his drunken eyes, he suddenly widened his eyes, and his drunkenness suddenly sobered up a little:

 "I'm in trouble. With this guy showing up, my carefree days are probably over. Forget it, it's over anyway, I might as well drink some more and sleep a little longer!"

 Gulp gulp...

 The old man took a few more sips of wine, and suddenly became drunk again, and continued to sleep with his head resting on the wine gourd.