Chapter 75: The Man Sealed in the Divine Source

hiss! !

Everyone gasped. They tried their best but failed to make any mark on the wall. It was like tofu in front of Beidi.

After leaving his name, Lin Teng continued to move forward. A group of people came to their senses and immediately followed him. At this moment, it was obviously the safest to follow Lin Teng.

"Finally someone came in."

Lin Teng walked forward for about a few miles and suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong, brother?"

The Little Sword Master, Xiang Beiri and others all looked at Lin Teng nervously.

"Did you hear anyone talking?"

Lin Teng asked.

"No."

A group of people shook their heads in extreme confusion and even fear. Who could speak in such a gloomy place? Could it be a ghost?

Lin Teng opened his double pupils and looked around.

"I still have double pupils... What a pity... If you had come fifty years earlier, maybe I could still be saved."

A weak voice that was about to be extinguished at any time was heard, like a candle in the wind, emitting a faint light that could be blown out at any time.

"Who are you? Where are you?"

Lin Teng asked.

"In front, there is that huge blue divine source."

The weak voice sounded again.

Lin Teng rushed over immediately. The others looked at each other and followed closely.

At this moment.

More and more people gathered at Emperor Yunshan Mountain, and all of them were big names with great reputations in the Northern Territory.

"My grandson got sucked in!"

"Damn it, I'll take over this mountain for him!"

"He is the only child of my Meng family. If he dies here, I will not live anymore!"

A group of high-level human emperors, even the ultimate human emperors, roared here.

The Lin family’s Grand Master also came. In addition, the Grand Master of the Sunlight Holy Land was also present. The two great venerables had worried faces.

"I have something here. Although it cannot break open this strange Emperor Meteorite Mountain, it can be used to check the living beings inside. If they are alive now, then I can see their condition."

The Supreme of the Sunlight Holy Land took out a bronze mirror and blessed his spiritual sea.

Suddenly the entire bronze mirror flew to the Emperor's Meteorite Mountain, and a golden light enveloped the entire mountain.

Soon, a shadow appeared in everyone's sight.

"It's my son! He's alive!"

"Great, thank you for your help, Your Excellency!"

"It scared me, but what are they doing? Have they found a way out?"

The big shots breathed a sigh of relief but became even more worried.

The Lin family's Grand Master also felt relieved. He saw Lin Teng, Xiang Beiri, and the little swordsman in the picture.

"What a huge divine source!"

Soon, many important figures were all shocked.

This is a huge fortune that even the immortal forces would be jealous of. This kind of rare divine source has not appeared in ten thousand years.

Lin Teng looked at this divine source, and his thoughts came from this divine source.

Lin Teng activated his double pupils, and he actually saw a white-haired old man in this divine source. His hair was like willow branches, wrapping around his whole body. His head was drooping, and his skin was as dry as tree bark, and even his bones were exposed.

But his bones were actually purple. Even though they had decayed over the years, they still contained a terrifying power, as if they could suppress the heaven and earth.

"I am Ying Zhengdao, young man. I can sense the same aura as you..."

"Now, I don't have much time left, and I will eventually pass away. I ask you..."

The weak voice sounded intermittently, as if every word exhausted all his strength. Ying Zhengdao!
The most powerful person whose name is engraved at the front!
Lin Teng's heart shuddered. This person left the deepest impression on him. His cultivation was probably no less than that of the Supreme, but he was trapped here alive and became like this.

"Senior, you ask."

Lin Teng said.

"You are... a tyrant?"

Ying Zhengdao's weak tone was like a thorn that pierced into Lin Teng's spiritual sea.

"I'm."

Lin Teng narrowed his eyes slightly. How did he know?
But he still admitted it frankly.

He still didn't believe it. Even if the other party was hostile, could he still jump out from the divine source to kill him?
A brilliant purple divine light suddenly burst out from Ying Zhengdao's rotten body, as if a dead tree had come back to life, or a last glow of light.

"It's been 30,000 years. I didn't expect that before I passed away, I would finally see a tyrant other than me!"

Lin Teng's heart trembled, "Senior, you are also a Tyrant?"

He was very surprised, this was a tyrant body that had lived for 30,000 years!
This made him overjoyed, as if he had met a close friend in a foreign land!
At present, besides Lin Teng, there is the unconscious Saint Tianji, and now also Ying Zhengdao.

But unfortunately, it seems that except for Lin Teng, the other tyrants are in extremely bad condition and their lives are hanging by a thread.

"My cultivation is useless now. It would be a waste to keep it in my decaying body. I will pass it on to you..."

Ying Zhengdao said weakly.

It was at this time.

A roar was heard, shaking the heaven and earth, and the walls around them, where the Little Sword Saint and others could hardly leave a trace, seemed unable to withstand his roar and cracked directly.

"Is it the ancient pureblood from the deep? I didn't expect him to wake up at this time."

Ying Zhengdao's tone became very solemn and even a little anxious.

"Go quickly, he is not something you can handle. I don't want the last Tyrant to stay here, but it's a pity that I can't pass on my magical powers to you. This is the regret of my life."

He sighed deeply.

"Senior, I don't want your magical powers, keep them for yourself. I will save you no matter what, not for anything else, but because you are a tyrant."

Lin Teng said in a decisive tone.

The inheritance of a 30,000-year-old strong man is enough to drive many people crazy, and even lead to brothers killing each other and fathers and sons becoming enemies.

But Lin Teng really doesn't care.

He practiced the ancient scriptures of the Great Emperor.

He holds the weapon of the Great Emperor.

He has the qualities of a great emperor.

He used the techniques of the Great Emperor.

No matter how good the magical power or treasure is, it can never be better than the items on Lin Teng's body.

He just wanted a living tyrant.

Ying Zhengdao could only sigh. In his opinion, Lin Teng’s words were just a consolation.

He was doomed to die, as the power of time had corrupted his body and his heart.

"I have already put my life and death aside, but you cannot die. Let me use my last bit of strength to help you escape. I hope you can pass on the hegemony..."

A strong wind howled from the depths, carrying with it the power of time.

This is an ancient pureblood that has been sleeping here for who knows how long.

He woke up as soon as he sensed blood today.

"What the hell is this?"

Xiang Beiri and the others all retreated one after another, with frightened looks on their faces.

This is a three-headed wolf-like creature, with a vicious and violent aura flickering in its eyes that look like flowing magma.

Especially, there was an ominous aura surrounding his whole body, which was the aura of disaster!
"Disaster beast! How come there is a disaster beast representing hell in this place?!"

"This is the ancient pureblood!"

"Damn it, there is actually such a terrifying existence sealed inside Emperor Yunshan Mountain."

(End of this chapter)