Chapter 1377 Sea Emperor

"Who?" Liu Lang and Li's scalps exploded. From the moment they entered the ground, all they saw were dead bodies. It was very normal for them to be startled by the sudden voice of a living person.

"Boom..."

The two looked around in horror, trying to find the source of the sound, but found nothing, but at this moment, the ground under their feet suddenly shook violently.

"look!"

Li, who was trying to stabilize his figure, suddenly pointed to an open space not far away, and shouted in shock.

Liu Lang followed Li's finger to look at the open space. In fact, Liu Lang had already noticed that this underground area was almost covered with dead bodies. This path is the small open space in the center.

The open space was a regular square, with each side more than ten feet long. It was originally very flat, but now, it seemed to be supported by something under the ground, slowly rising, and many places were slowly rising. Crack up.

"boom……"

When the open space rose to about a person's height, the loose soil exploded and flew in all directions.

Liu Lang and Li involuntarily took a few steps back, and then put their arms in front of them to prevent the flying mud from hitting their eyes. With a "crackling" sound, the flying mud fell completely.

Liu Lang and Li shook off the dirt that fell on their bodies, and then looked up, and found that there was an altar protruding from the ground more than three feet high in the original open space. The altar seemed to be carved out of a huge stone. Everywhere is covered with eccentric patterns.

"Holy pattern, the altar is carved with holy patterns!" Even a well-informed old monster like Yi Xingchen changed his tone when he saw those strange patterns.

The holy pattern represents the highest law of this world. Even a heaven-level alchemist can't comprehend many of them. However, every inch of this huge altar in front of him is carved with holy patterns. What is this concept?

"They are all holy patterns..."

Liu Lang has no doubts about Yi Xingchen's judgment. Before, he witnessed hundreds of heavenly artifacts and the corpses of thousands of heavenly masters, which made his endurance close to infinite. Wen's altar is still beyond his imagination.

"Holy artifacts! Only holy artifacts can there be so many holy patterns!" This was the only thought in Liu Lang's mind at the moment.

Just as Liu Lang was staring at the altar in a daze, a figure suddenly condensed on the altar.

That figure was much taller than ordinary people, almost over ten feet tall, wearing a white shirt, with his hands behind his back, his face was expressionless, he glanced at Liu Lang symbolically, and finally the man in white shirt's eyes fixed on Li's body.

"What's your name?" The man in the white shirt looked at Li and asked.

"It was you who spoke just now?" Li Yan spat, and asked with some fear, because the coercion on the white shirted man was really too strong, as a little fairy, he was a little out of breath.

"Answer my question!" the man in the white shirt said lightly.

"My name is Li." Li didn't dare to talk nonsense, and replied tremblingly.

Liu Lang, who was not being paid attention to the side, had serious eyes, and of course he also felt the coercion,

This kind of coercion has never been felt by the few Heavenly Venerates he has seen.

Of course, the main reason is also because those Tianzun rely on their status and don't embarrass him.

Otherwise, just a little breath from the Heavenly Venerable Realm would be enough to make practitioners below the Immortal Realm prostrate on the ground.

"Could it be that this is a powerful man?" Liu Lang couldn't help but have such an idea in his heart. With this idea, he naturally needs to verify it, and the method of verification is very simple, that is, the eye of truth.

Liu Lang let go of the Eye of Reality, and scanned the white shirted man, but was stunned after scanning.

Because, the Eye of Reality didn't feed back any information, not to mention the cultivation level, it didn't even have a name. This kind of situation has never happened in the past.

Even a strong man like Taishang Laojun and Fugui Tianzun can still take care of him with the eyes of truth.

When Liu Lang opened the Eye of Reality, the man in white seemed to be alert, but turned to look at Liu Lang, looked Liu Lang up and down, and said, "Interesting..."

Liu Lang's expression turned ugly.

"Holy Lord powerhouse, is it the Holy Lord powerhouse?" Liu Lang gulped down a mouthful of spittle, whether it was Taishang Laojun, Fugui Tianzun, or the earliest Yuhong Tianzun, when he used the eye of truth, he would Did not notice.

But this man in white shirt felt something.

Doesn't this mean that this white-clothed man is stronger than Taishang Laojun, Fugui Tianzun and others? Stronger than Tianzun, then only the Holy Master? But the Holy Master should ascend to the outside world, why did he appear here?

Liu Lang's brain spins 800 times in a second.

I thought that the man in the white shirt would continue talking to him, but unexpectedly, the man in the white shirt quickly turned his head and looked at Li again, "You have inherited the Xeon bloodline of our Horseshoe Clan, why are you thousands of years old? Fairyland?"

"We Horseshoe Clan?"

Li caught the key words in it at once, and after being stunned for a moment, he asked with surprise, "Senior, are you also a member of the Horseshoe Clan?"

Horseshoe crabs have been bullied all over the world these years. Even among all the ninth-level aquariums, they are the bottom ones, and they belong to the kind that can step on anyone who comes here.

The reason is that there are too few strong ones. In the later stage of Li Qu Xiaoxian, he is already one of the three masters of the Horseshoe Clan. In addition, there are only a few hundred people in the tribe. With such strength, how can he compete with other races?

As for the one on the altar, although Li couldn't see his specific cultivation level, he could tell from his faint aura that this was a real strong man.

If this strong man is also a member of the Horseshoe Clan, then the Horseshoe Clan will really turn into a serf and sing.

"Yes, I am indeed a member of the horseshoe crab tribe, but it was a horseshoe crab tribe a million years ago." The man in the white shirt sighed and said, his memory seemed to be pulled back to a million years ago.

"There were horseshoe crabs a million years ago?" Li Zhan asked tremblingly.

"It's more than a million years. The Horseshoe Clan has been born for hundreds of millions of years, and even ruled the world for a long time. At that time, the whole world was covered by the ocean. He was the most powerful person and was called the Emperor of the Sea. , In my memory, there have been thirty sea emperors in history, twenty-six of them are from the horseshoe crab tribe, and I am the last sea emperor of the horseshoe crab tribe!" The man in the white shirt sighed and said .

"Sea Emperor?"

Hearing this title, Liu Lang and Li couldn't help but glanced at each other. It was obvious that this was a piece of history that had been buried in dust, so much so that they hadn't even heard of it.

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