Peerless God Emperor

When the wind blew, Qin Xuan's expression froze, and he was caught off guard.    

"What a bad temper." Qin Xuan curled his lips and said softly. If it couldn't be, then it couldn't be.    

As if he had heard Qin Xuan's words, the Mu Tian Holy Lord continued, "There has never been anyone who dared to negotiate with me. You're the number one person, and you even had the wishful thinking of letting me pass on my experience to you.    

"Since I've come here, I naturally have to think of all sorts of ways to improve myself." Qin Xuan said calmly, his tone neither servile nor overbearing, and a trace of confidence faintly seeped out from his eyes.    

Looking at the stone statue again, Qin Xuan said calmly: "Senior is so attached to himself, could it be, that you are worried that my talent is too high, and that I will take away all of your abilities?"    

"Oh?" Mu Tian Holy Lord seemed to be quite interested, and said: "Although it's a method of provocation, I'd rather be provoked. Since you're asking for it, then don't blame me for not reminding you."    

Mu Tian Holy Lord could obviously see Qin Xuan's pride, if not, he would not dare to say those words in front of him.    

The reason why he asked Qin Xuan to scram earlier, was because he wanted to test Qin Xuan's ability to withstand pressure. If he were to be forced back by a single sentence, it was just that he would not be able to pass the test of Courage.    

In reality, it was not only for Qin Xuan, but also for those who wanted to learn from them directly.    

From a certain perspective, cultivation experience could also be considered a type of inheritance.    

They wanted to use this method to determine whether or not they truly had the qualifications to accept their inheritance. They did not wish to place their inheritance in the hands of a useless person, even if that person's talent was quite good.    

Fortunately, Qin Xuan's performance was satisfactory to him.    

"What does Senior mean?" When Qin Xuan heard Mu Tian Holy Lord's words, his eyes lit up.    

"If you want to learn Rule of Force from me, that's simple. As long as you can withstand my Zhang Gong's pressure." Qin Xuan's pupils contracted fiercely. He realized that the longbow in the stone statue's hand was releasing a dazzling brilliance, and at the same time, a faint dragon cry came out from it.    

"This longbow is a real godly weapon!" Qin Xuan suddenly realized something, and his heart trembled. He thought that the bow was made from the spirit energy of the Mu Tian Holy Lord, but he never thought that it was a genuine saint artifact, and was just sealed tightly.    

Thinking of this, a terrifying thought couldn't help but flash past Qin Xuan's mind.    

If this longbow was real, then what about the stone statue?    

Could it be that this stone statue was formed from the body of the Mu Tian Holy Lord himself?    

Qin Xuan thought that this idea was too crazy. With a "peng" sound, the light that the bow was emitting was powerful to the extreme. It was extremely dazzling.    

The longbow left the hands of the stone statue and continued to grow in size as it flew into the sky. It covered the entire sky before a tyrannical pressure descended from the sky.    

At this moment, it was as if the entire world was enveloped by this pressure. Qin Xuan raised his head and looked at the sky, his entire body trembling intensely from the pressure, he felt an extremely tyrannical aura oppressing his soul power, wanting to make him submit.    

"ROAR!"    

A melodious and melodious dragon roar came out, a terrifying sound wave rushed into Qin Xuan's ears, causing his ears to vibrate incessantly, as though it was about to be torn apart.    

Qin Xuan's face immediately turned ugly, but he continued to persevere, the Stellar Wanxiang Diagram in his body circulated even faster, the starlight circulated throughout his body, and it was as if there was a set of Star Armor over his body, blocking the pressure.    

"Astral energy?" Mu Tian Holy Lord was surprised, as though he was surprised. This little fellow actually comprehended the laws of the stars?    

However, Qin Xuan no longer had time to care about what Mu Tian Holy Lord was thinking, his entire mind was stretched taut, doing his utmost to resist the pressure released by the bow. He finally understood the meaning behind Mu Tian Holy Lord's words.    

This longbow was a saint artifact, how could he withstand its pressure?    

This was also what Qin Xuan was puzzled about.    

If it really was a Holy-ranked Artifact, then he wouldn't be able to resist it no matter what. However, at this moment, although he felt great pain, he was still able to endure it.    

"This bow is called the Holy Dragon. It was made of top grade materials and was made from the blood of the Purple Dragon. It contains a sliver of the Demon Dragon's true spirit. If you can endure it for three days, you will be able to gain something from it." Mu Tian Holy Lord said calmly.    

"Three days …" Qin Xuan's face fell immediately, he wanted to cry but no tears came out. Staying here every second was torture, actually requiring him to endure three days, was this a joke?    

"Senior, why don't we change the method?" Qin Xuan shouted.    

However, there was no response.    

It was as if the Mu Tian Holy Lord had disappeared, and only Qin Xuan's voice reverberated in the space.    

Qin Xuan's face turned ashen. It looks like within the next three days, the Mu Tian Holy Lord will not be able to speak up again, this old fellow is too ruthless!    

However, at the same time, a similar scene was happening in two other parts of the Barren Tomb.    

In front of a stone statue, a golden long spear could be seen floating in the air, as though it could pierce through heaven and earth.    

Beneath the spear, Murong Guangzhao bent his body, that handsome face looked somewhat sinister, and occasionally twitched a little, as though he was facing an immense pressure.    

"Old bastard!" Murong Guangzhao secretly cursed in his heart, and looked as if he wished he were dead.    

He just wanted to ask a few questions, but who knew that the stone statue would be so angry that it would immediately brandish its spear. It even said that it would only give him three days, and if he could not hold on, he would be sent out of the Barren Tomb, it was extremely powerful.    

In front of the other stone statue, Ji Xuan appeared, but his situation was also not good.    

On his head was a horsetail whisk. It seemed gentle and calm, but it still radiated with a terrifying suppressive power.    

The three of them were all experiencing a similar situation. They had to withstand the pressure of a top saint artifact.    

Of course, the strength of that pressure was under the control of the Wasteland Lord s and it just so happened that it could be resisted by Qin Xuan and the other two, but it also brought about an enormous pressure to them.    

In the blink of an eye, a day had passed. In the air above the Barren Tomb, many powerful fluctuations could be felt, as though they were communicating with each other.    

"What the hell is this generation of Wasteland Lord doing? Sending three of the Emperor Realm's younger generation in? It's not going to be of much use at all. Instead, it's going to be a waste of our energy." A dignified voice sounded out, containing traces of displeasure within.    

"I don't know. Perhaps he has his own reasons. Since we have already fallen, we shouldn't care too much about it. Just do your duty."    

"That's right, the younger generation can handle their own matters. We, the fallen ones, are powerless to interfere."    

Voices rose and fell one after another from all directions. The owners of these voices were naturally the successive generations of Wasteland Lord buried in the Barren Tomb.    

"Hehe, every time someone comes in, they are all at the peak of the Emperor Realm. This time, it will be interesting to see the younger generation of the Emperor s." A laugh rang out, seemingly very happy.    

"Hmph, Qing Xu, one of your men is naturally happy, but we don't have a single one!" Someone immediately retorted with a hint of envy in his voice.    

There were only three people who came in, and many of them could only watch. It was really depressing.    

"Qing Xu, how is that kid?" Someone asked.    

"His talent isn't bad. He has a holy body of light, and he also has comprehended the dual laws of space and time. This is an extremely rare thing." The Wanxiang Wasteland Lord praised, "However, that guy was extremely arrogant. After asking a few questions, he wanted to leave, so I asked him to stay, and at the same time dampened his spirit."    

"He can be considered proud of that?" It was the Mu Tian Holy Lord who spoke up. He continued: "I met that kid, yet he still dared to negotiate conditions with me, and used a provocation to provoke me. If it was according to my temper back then, I would have suppressed him for a hundred years!"    

"Oh, there's actually such a thing?" Hearing Mu Tian Holy Lord's words, many surprised voices sounded, as they became somewhat interested in the people within Mu Tian Holy Lord's mouth.    

Those in the Royal Realm dared to negotiate with saints? This little fellow was a little abnormal.    

"From what you've said, it seems that what I've met is the most humble." Another voice rang out. This voice was gentle and gentle, and it was clear that it came from an old man.    

The voice of the old man drifted out, causing the entire space to turn silent. It was as though everyone was extremely respectful to the old man.    

This old man was known as the Lord of Ottawa, and was the second Wasteland Lord. Other than the first Wasteland Lord, his qualifications could be said to be the highest.    

Those present were all descendants of the Holy Emperor of Ottawa. Many of them had appeared hundreds of thousands of years later than the previous generation.    

The Emperor of Ottawa had truly experienced the prosperity of the ancient era and had the most knowledge. Therefore, although the other Wasteland Lord were proud, they still treated him with great respect.    

"For these three people to be able to enter here, they must have passed Senior Yuqing's test. To be able to catch the eyes of Senior Yuqing, it is sufficient to show that their talent is not bad." A voice said.    

Hearing the two words' Yuqing ', space became quiet again. Even the Emperor of Ottawa kept silent.    

Yuqing was the first Wasteland Lord.    

In the Barren Tomb, if one were to talk about a person's position, he would undoubtedly be the first Wasteland Lord, Saint Lord Yuqing.    

The Wasteland Lord was the master of the wastelands and everyone present had once been the master of the wastelands. However, in the hearts of the Wasteland Lord, the Holy Lord Yuqing was the true master.    

He created the wasteland region by himself. If it were not for him, no one would have come to this place later on and similarly, they would not have such high achievements.    

"Unfortunately, Senior Yuqing has been asleep for so many years. I wonder when he will wake up. Perhaps, he will never wake up again." Some sighed. The age of Saint Lord Yuqing was too long ago. No matter how strong one's soul was, it would not be able to resist the corrosion of time.    

It was exactly due to this prediction that Holy Lord Yuqing had kept the majority of the soul power in the statues on the ninth floor. Only a small portion of them were left in the Barren Tomb.