Nine Dragons Pulling the Coffin: I Set Taboos in the Heavens

Chapter 463: You were talking nonsense when you didn't know, but you're not happy when you know! (The third update!)
The Central Forbidden Area is located in the center of the Holy Island and is connected to each of the forty-nine districts.

The commander-in-chief once warned that there was no need for the trial-takers to get close to this place, and they only needed to find one area within the forty-nine areas to gain insights.

Because the center of the area is extremely dangerous, even ancient saints may die if they enter. Moreover, according to rumors, many saints have died there, so it is called the Fallen Saint Island.

Fang Qing naturally planned to go and take a look.

Behind him, many younger brothers followed, more than fifty people in total.

They have a new understanding of the Big Brother. This Big Brother is really very powerful. They are willing to follow this existence and even willing to establish a big force.

Hearing that the eldest brother is the head of the Taixuan Holy Sect on the Burial Emperor Star, they really hope that one day everyone will reach a very high level of cultivation, preferably the realm of the Saint King. Then they can follow the eldest brother to the Burial Emperor Star and give the Burial Emperor Star a great shock.

Such thoughts were circulating in their minds, but now their cultivation was still too low, and they needed to follow the eldest brother.

There was a hint of smile on Fang Qing's face as he rode the Wind-Thunder Bull Beast forward.

Soon after entering the central area, Fang Qing saw a holy beast hovering in the void, staring at Fang Qing and his group.

Further away, there was a pangolin, whose cultivation level was actually at the holy beast level. It glanced at the wind-thunder ox beast under Fang Qing's command, with a look of fear in its eyes, and retreated.

The Wind-Thunder Ox Beast did not recognize the cultivator sitting on it, but the Wind-Thunder Ox Beast knew that it was no match for that person.

And now the Wind-Thunder Bull Beast is being ridden obediently by that man. If it doesn't run away, won't it be in danger too?
"Zhengzhengzheng..."

When Fang Qing and his party passed through a swamp, countless sword lights flowed out here, still the power of the Holy Way.

A chain of order is interwoven here, and the power of the Holy Way explodes, enough to destroy the saint realm.

Fang Qing grabbed with his big hand, and a bracelet appeared in his hand. It was a Yin-Yang Five Elements Magnetic Bracelet, which absorbed all the sword light and the aura of the Holy Way.

Continue moving forward, there is a terrifying force ahead, that is the power of the Dao, it is left by a strong man who has transformed into the Dao, and the Dao fire has not been extinguished until now.

The cultivator's cultivation level is not high, but as long as he steps into this place, he will definitely become a Taoist.

No matter whether the cultivator is at the King of Slaying Realm, the Semi-Saint Realm, or even the Saint Realm, it is difficult to escape.

"The Dao fire of the Dao is also fire, and it should be used by me."

Fang Qing's soul was flowing, and he could feel the power of a saint who had transformed into a Taoist, and he could do nothing to him.

So he directly absorbed the fire, and the white Vermillion Bird appeared again. After absorbing the fire, Fang Qing's attack and killing power became more terrifying, with a flavor of Yuanhuang's secret technique. A little bit of it could trigger others to transform into Tao.

"Brother's cultivation has reached this level. Has he reached the realm of Saint King?"

"I don't know, anyway it's too perverted, it's hard to imagine."

"I am already the strongest in our star region, but compared to my eldest brother, I am too weak."

"Who says it's not true? I feel like my faith is about to collapse in front of Big Brother."

Many of the cultivators were the best in their respective star fields, but now they had all been made to lack confidence by Fang Qing. They always felt that they were too ordinary, and that the reason they stood out was because there were no other strong people in their star fields, so Fang Qing let them stand out.

Otherwise, the eldest brother could easily kill them with just a spell.

"You guys shouldn't compete with me. If you do, your Dao hearts will collapse. The fact that you can become my little brothers is enough to prove your excellence."

Fang Qing sensed the emotions of many of his younger brothers and spoke with a smile.

"yes, Sir."

Many of the top talents felt a little uncomfortable hearing such words, but that was the fact.

They looked at the big brother in front of them who casually swung a divine light and destroyed many dangerous places. The terrifying restrictions that were enough to kill a saint were easily broken by the big brother, and they were still very moved.

Finally, the group arrived at the deepest part, where the blood energy was like sword light, piercing through the sky. Amid the clanging of swords, there was a horrible murderous intent that made people's souls tremble.

There is a blood lake there, with a diameter of ten miles. It is bright red and dazzling, and streaks of blood are shooting up into the sky.

"A pool of ten feet of blood, the burial ground of our ancestors and sects."

Next to this blood lake, there is a stone tablet with sacred texts from ancient times recorded on it.

It is hard to imagine what happened in the past years, but the person who created this blood lake must be a master.

In this lake of blood, there is a spiritual imprint that tells a truth: apart from your enemies, you are your own most powerful opponent.

Therefore, the blood lake here is a bloody battlefield, which can provide conditions for latecomers to fight with it, and can enable the trial-takers to better understand themselves and constantly transform.

"I can actually create myself here? What kind of heaven-defying method is this?"

"You can even copy your own magical powers? Who has such great power?"

"Brother, should we go in?"

Many heroes showed surprise on their faces. They obviously did not expect that there would be such an adventure in this central forbidden area.

"You guys go in, I won't go in."

Fang Qing stood in front of the bloody battlefield and stopped moving forward.

He does not need to defeat himself now, nor does he need to enter this bloody battlefield. What he needs to do is to figure out the essence of the existence of this bloody battlefield. If he can comprehend the essence of this bloody battlefield, it will be more important than fighting with himself.

After all, if this bloody battlefield wants to copy itself, there are too many secrets of copying.

Eight of the Nine Secrets are all in his memory.

In addition to this, there are many other immortal arts, many immortal arts from the Xianni world, such as calling the wind and rain, and causing mountains to collapse and the earth to split, all of which are peerless immortal arts.

Fang Qing didn't plan to enter.

He stood outside the blood-red lake, and his soul seemed to penetrate the blood-red lake.

Countless mysteries were imprinted in his mind. The more he comprehended this blood-colored lake, the more mysterious it became.

Fang Qing saw the mystery of creation and the reflecting power of the Great Dao.

Any cultivator who enters this blood-colored lake will see a reflection of himself that is identical to the cultivator, including the many secret techniques that the cultivator knows.

In other words, if a cultivator knows the secret of "Jie", then the cultivator created by the blood-colored lake also knows the secret of "Jie".

If a cultivator masters the secret of the word "Xing", the blood man created will also know the secret of the word "Xing".

What realm should such a practice reach?
Fang Qing felt that he could actually achieve this level, but he expected that the owner of this lake should be at least a great sage, or perhaps a quasi-emperor of the human race. As for a great emperor of the human race, he didn't seem like it.

No one knows his origins.

Fang Qing spent several days here meditating.

During these few days, many of Fang Qing's brothers entered this bloody battlefield and fought fiercely with their own interpretations. Some were beaten to the point of vomiting blood by another self, while others comprehended some mysteries in the battle and killed their opponents. In short, this is definitely a place of great opportunity. Fighting with yourself, you can always see your many shortcomings. If you overcome these shortcomings, the cultivator's cultivation will be further improved and his Tao heart will be more perfect.

In this bloody battlefield, even if you are killed, you can still regain your life.

This is also the mystery of this place.

When Fang Qing was comprehending this bloody battlefield, he even had a boring hypothesis. If the world of Zhutian where he was located had a bit of weird aura of Zhutian, then this bloody battlefield could turn into a big weirdness. Any cultivator who entered it, if he could not defeat his other self, would be imprisoned here forever, and that weirdness would turn into a cultivator and leave this bloody battlefield.

In the end, everything in the outside world was weird, and the real cultivators had long since turned into blood, sinking forever in the bloody battlefield.

This is how the strange world is, but the world where Fang Qing is is not like this.

This is indeed a great opportunity left by the human race’s predecessors, and it is also a great opportunity for Fang Qing himself.

Fang Qing has comprehended a lot about the way of creation, about life and death, about the way of soul and body, and about the mystery of replication. He feels that he can also create himself, but this self really requires enormous energy.

Therefore, it is better to cultivate one's own body first, and Fang Qing comprehends a lot of the mysteries of the great Dao.

Time passed quickly, and everyone here spent too much time comprehending. On the twelfth day, a bell rang throughout the Holy Island of the Dead. The time was up, and all the trial-takers had to leave here, otherwise they would be sealed here.

"Let's go. This is a great place for training. Before I leave, I'll leave some opportunities for future generations."

Fang Qing waved five rays of light and set up a Five Elements Divine Mountain in the first area. This Five Elements Divine Mountain was not only a Five Elements Divine Mountain, but also had many restrictions on it, which was a kind of living formation.

This method of setting restrictions was learned by Fang Qing in the Xianni world. Wang Lin had experienced such a test in the past. At that time, Wang Lin was just a young cultivator in the Jindan realm, but was brought to the land of ancient gods by several old demons in the Huashen realm.

There are many tests in the land of ancient gods. One of the tests is the mountain of restrictions. The entire mountain is full of countless restrictions. On this mountain, a flower, a river, a bee, a tree, are all restrictions. Countless small restrictions are combined into large restrictions, which are enough to easily kill cultivators in the God Transformation Realm.

It was precisely because he had meditated for many years on the forbidden mountain that Wang Lin was able to kill masters of the Huashen realm with the strength of the Jindan realm.

This is the mystery of prohibition.

Now Fang Qing has left behind the restrictions of the Five Elements Mountain, which is also a test for future generations.

As the Saint King of the human race, he cannot continue to comprehend without making any effort.

After leaving behind a Five Elements Divine Mountain, Fang Qing led many of his younger brothers and left the trial site.

At this time, there were figures at each exit. Strong men from various star fields walked out of the trial field, some seriously injured and some in high spirits.

Of course, there were also many trial participants with shocked and uncertain expressions on their faces.

"Did you hear that?"

"I heard that now everyone knows about the extremely terrifying existence from Emperor Burial Star."

"Yes, it was too scary. We saw him walk to the 49th District, but he walked all the way from the 49th District to the 1st District! I heard that several saints in the 8th District wanted to kill him, but they were killed instantly by that existence!"

"This matter has been confirmed to be true. Several seed trialists from the star fields have perished. They did not survive a single round at the hands of the young master from the Burial Emperor Star."

"Everyone now suspects that the man's cultivation has probably reached the Saint King realm. It is really hard to imagine whether he is a cultivator of the younger generation or the older generation, and has embarked on the ancient path of the human race."

"In short, don't provoke him. If you don't provoke him, that being doesn't seem to attack others."

"It seems like he is a senior who has set foot on the ancient road of the starry sky! I wonder how many years he has practiced to reach his current state. I, Zhang Lu, have only practiced for 250 years and have already reached the semi-saint state. I think when I reach his age, I can also reach the saint king state!"

There were many voices discussing, and many trial participants saw a large group of people coming out of the trial site. The leader was Fang Qing, and around him, there were more than fifty trial participants, including saints, semi-saints, and those at the level of the King of the Way of Slaying. They all became Fang Qing's loyal followers.

Fang Qing did not use any method to convert people's hearts, but instead displayed his divine power, causing many peerless geniuses to follow him automatically.

When such a large group of people came out, many trial-takers showed fear in their eyes. There were simply too many monks gathered there, and if such a large group of people wanted to kill someone, it would be almost impossible for others to escape.

Even some veterans waiting outside showed some emotion. When they were at the first trial site, there was no such a large gathering. They all acted independently.

Now this leader can gather more than fifty people, which is enough to show his terror.

After all, those who can reach here are all the best in their respective star fields, and all of them have the dream of becoming an emperor.

But compared with that person, the dreams of many outstanding emperors seemed to have really become a dream, and they had no choice but to follow him.

If you can't become an emperor, being a loyal minister is also great.

Many eyes fell on Fang Qing and others. Fang Qing's expression remained the same as usual, standing in the void waiting for the next person to come.

When the rest of the people came out, the commander-in-chief counted the number of people.

"There are two hundred and ninety-five survivors. Let's get going."

The commander-in-chief said.

This time the main focus was on comprehending the Great Dao rather than on a fight between cultivators. Logically speaking, there wouldn't be too many conflicts, but some trial-takers still died. Out of the three hundred or so people, only two hundred and ninety-five survived, which showed that death could easily occur on the road of trial.

Of course, more than ten people were stupid and did not know their own strength, so they attacked Fang Qing directly and were killed instantly by Fang Qing.

As for the peerless geniuses that Fang Qing took the initiative to eliminate, there was not a single one.

An altar appeared in the void, with various patterns intertwined. More than two hundred people boarded the ancient teleportation array and returned to the first level of the human race.

The first level of the human race is very peaceful. The streets are bustling with people coming and going, and there are some children playing, making this place full of the beauty of humanity.

"Congratulations, everyone. You have taken the first step. You will leave in a few days. Enjoy the wonderful life here. The second level of the human race is not that easy."

The commander-in-chief spoke, and then asked the heroes to disperse.

"Brother Fang, you are back. I would like to invite you to have tea."

The old man in gray, the guide of the First City, arrived in an instant and invited Fang Qing to his residence.

"Damn, what is the origin of that person? Why is he so powerful?"

Some trial participants who have not yet followed Fang Qing felt that it was extremely unfair.

Naranje took a look at the trial-taker and saw that his cultivation had reached the semi-saint realm and he was at least five hundred and eighty years old. He felt that it was very unfair.

"Brother, considering his Dao heart, did not disclose his identity, but only showed many strange things to make people respect him but not dare to be presumptuous. Do these guys really need to know that Brother's cultivation has reached the ninth level of the Saint King and his Dao heart will collapse?"

Naranj shook his head.

I don't know what you're going to say.

I know you're unhappy again.

Some trial-takers are really not fun.

(End of this chapter)