The sun was shining brightly and the spring breeze was blowing just now, but in the blink of an eye it began to rain like spring rain. The mountain flowers bloomed and the buds of the trees were exceptionally green.
Xin Zhuo took Xiao Huang a foot off the ground to avoid the mud and moved forward slowly. It had been a while since he left the "Zhengkong Sea". He still remembered the reluctant appearance of Yam. He shook his head. Said: "How do you think they should go about their lives in the future? When will we meet next?"
Xiao Huang walked upright with his paws around each other and said, "The next time we meet is at Sandao Mountain."
Xin Zhuo smiled and said: "Be reasonable!"
Xiao Huang asked curiously: "Master, are we really wandering around like this?"
Xin Zhuo paused, looked forward, and said: "I suddenly changed my mind and went to the Grand Palace, but before that, I will take you to see the excitement and do something by the way."
Xiao Huang was surprised: "Watching the fun? Doing something?"
"You'll know when you get there."
Xin Zhuo rolled up Xiao Huang and disappeared in one step. When he reappeared, he had arrived at a place with beautiful mountains and clear waters. On the high mountain, there was a fierce ripple of zhenqi coming from the front.
Xiao Huang stood on tiptoe and looked over, his expression changed: "Ah, it's Cui Ying'er, Han Qiniang and the others!"
In the huge valley ahead, there are the ruins of an ancient palace full of miasma. The ruins of the sect from an unknown age seem to have just broken through the formation and were born. Those dilapidated palaces are still covered with fresh soil and colorful paint. The traces are still there, with faint formation fluctuations.
At this moment, two groups of people are fighting in the sky above the ruins. It is not appropriate to say that they are fighting. It should be more of a discussion and competition.
There are five people on one side, all wearing black robes. They are Cui Ying'er, Huang Dagui, Bai Jianxi, Han Qiniang and Han Jiulang who have not been seen for six or seven hundred years. There is a world of difference, and it is also different from the time of the Great Tribulation of Ten Thousand Races. He is a little more graceful and graceful, and his appearance has become much more mature. He has the aura of an ancestor!
Cui Ying'er and Han Qiniang are in the Saint Queen's rear realm, and Huang Dagui is in the Saint King's first realm!
Xin Zhuo sighed. Frankly speaking, the talents of these old guys from Fulong Mountain are really average. You must know that they are in the state after being trained by Wangyuejing. Without the training by Wangyuejing, would they be able to stand upright? Sanctification is probably all a problem!
However, the five people's natural talents and supernatural powers are now very good. Cui Ying'er listens to the debate and can distinguish all the opponent's next steps, making him invincible. Han Jiulang takes the sword with his bare hands. Even Xin Zhuo is envious. In the same situation, any weapon will be caught by his hands and beat the opponent. He looked confused...
But the group of people across from him also looked familiar. They seemed to be... the Blood Sea Ancestor, the Black Mountain Ancestor and others from the Fuxian Palace. They were also in the Saint King realm, and their strange immortal magic had changed. It is estimated that if Cui Ying'er and others had not been gifted with powerful supernatural powers, they might have lost.
Seeing these people, Xin Zhuo inexplicably remembered Ye Chen and Qin Wuji, who were deafening in the Great Zhou Dynasty. Two legendary masters from their ancestors were killed by him in the end.
Everything in the world always becomes vulgar unconsciously.
……
"Damn it!"
At this moment, the blood-sea giant sword of the Black Mountain ancestor was slashed down with one strike. Han Jiulang caught it with his bare hands and caught it firmly with his white blade. He finally pulled it away, and slashed it down again, and was caught again by Han Jiulang. Catch it with both hands.
Back and forth a dozen times.
He couldn't help but became angry and yelled: "How did you do it? Are you crazy?"
Han Jiulang, who was born with white hair on his temples, sneered: "Are you convinced or not?"
"Submit your grandma!"
The Black Mountain Ancestor slashed him down again. Not only that, the Blood Sea Ancestor on the other side took the opportunity to fight back Han Qiniang, waving his black sleeved robe, and a fine sword exuding red smoke. The needle went straight to the center of Han Jiulang's eyebrows. This was a sign of murderous intent, and it matched perfectly with the blood sea ancestor's sword, which was bright and dark.
Han Qiniang noticed it and smiled slightly without reminding her.
"I'll take it!"
Han Jiulang caught the blood knife with his left hand and the silver needle with his right hand, laughing loudly.
The field fell silent for a moment, and a group of masters chased away their opponents, looking at each other speechlessly.
The ancestor of Montenegro was even more breathless and looked at Han Jiulang. This time the knife could not be drawn out. It seemed that there were multiple people attacking, so he could catch it more steadily.
That’s right! This Han Jiulang basically does not have any strong combat power. He just likes to pick up weapons and martial arts. He is not yet proficient in magic at the Holy King level, so he relies on weapons and martial arts magical powers. However, this person can pick up everything, even eight He can hold a bloody cloud ten miles wide.
With him here, there is no hope of winning!
"This ancient ruins of Heyuan Zong, I, Fuxian Palace, are bound to capture. I advise you, the leaders of Fulong Village, to retreat!"
The Blood Sea Ancestor looked at Cui Ying'er and others, "You are extremely talented, extremely powerful, and have a great future, but you still want to be that bandit. You have a bad reputation and no backing, which is your weakness!"
Xin Zhuo is a little confused. Are these people still working as bandits? Didn't he say that he would follow Jiang Baili, who was killed by him in the ancient wilderness, and create the holy land of Cave Heaven? Where did Xin Aotian go? At this time, the blood sea ancestor waved his sleeves heavily: "Everyone, do it!"
"Buzz——"
Strong fluctuations of true energy suddenly appeared from From all directions, countless unheard Tao thoughts evolved into the world, sealing off the surroundings for hundreds of miles. More than thirty Saint King Realm masters from third- and fourth-rate sects within thousands of miles of the Northern Territory came through the air. Before anyone could get close, Huge pressure came like a mountain or a sea.
The expressions of Cui Ying'er and the other five people changed, and they flew back in the air. Huang Dagui cursed: "We have been trying to crack this place for ten years, and finally it emerged from the ruins. Are you guys in Fuxian Palace really disregarding the morality of the world and committing an act of robbery?"
"Morality and justice should be discussed with normal people. Who can discuss morality with bandits?"
The ancestor of Montenegro said with a smile: "Don't be unwilling to accept it. If we bully you, we will bully you." Backstage, even your old man Xin Aotian, who is the bottleneck of the Holy Market, is not a green onion!"
The faces of Cui Ying'er and the five others became even more ugly, and Han Qiniang scolded fiercely: "What kind of background? It’s too vulgar. In terms of background, we are the Star Army under the command of the last great emperor. In terms of relationship, we fought against all the major holy lands, caves, and all races, and you still don’t know where to hide, fearing death!”
Heishan Ancestor! Said: "You have given up your identity as the Star Army now! Besides, it is not a good idea to talk about fighting against all races. If the Demon Palace knows about it, it will kill you!"
Han Qiniang wanted to say something more, but Cui Ying'er suddenly winked and retreated with the four of them.
The Black Mountain Ancestor said: "Want to leave? It's too late! In terms of chance, your puzzling magical powers are comparable to the ruins of the Shengyuan Sect. All my colleagues, take it!"
Nearly fifty saint kings rolled up half the sky with their powerful sea of true energy and Taoist thoughts, turning the world into heaven and earth. Wherever they passed, the earth was cracked and the mountains and forests were withered. They killed them in an instant with the force of devastation.
Cui Ying'er and the five others wanted to leave again, but obviously they couldn't do it. They looked at each other and thought of fighting for their lives. With their weapons in hand, they each evolved into a huge and majestic Dao Nian Heaven and Earth, and swooped away.
The two sides were about to get close, and a single thought could tell the difference between life and death. A pressure ten thousand or one hundred thousand times stronger suddenly came, and a trace of purple true energy evolved into a clearly visible finger, inserted between the two sides. Gently tapping on the Blood Sea Ancestor and others, it seems that they have the terrifying power to destroy the heaven and the earth.
The sea of clouds rolled in the sky, the earth shook violently, and the mountains and forests were decayed and broken.
The masters of Fuxian Palace such as the Black Mountain Ancestor, the Blood Sea Ancestor, and dozens of other ancestors suddenly turned pale and begged for mercy without any hesitation: "Ancestor, spare my life!"
Too late!
"Boom——"
The killing power of dozens of people was wiped out in one breath. Dozens of people were like rags, violent when they came, and miserable when they left, just like playing. The child flew dozens of miles and smashed into a mountain and cliff. For a while, the child was flying among sand and rocks, and his life and death were unknown.
"Huh——"
Cui Ying'er and the five others were stunned in mid-air, breathing tremblingly, obviously frightened. In just an instant, that trace of true energy knocked back dozens of Saint King masters. If it weren't for The master didn't want to commit any crime, as these dozens of people would be shattered into pieces in an instant!
What kind of powerful ancestor-level master is this?
Why are you helping us?
Han Qiniang's face turned pale and she lowered her voice: "It's true energy, at least he's an ancient emperor!"
What does "Ancient Emperor" mean to them?
Xin Aotian, the old master, has been cultivating for more than a thousand years. Now he has entered the void of the Holy Ruins. His lifespan is almost cut off. He relies entirely on elixirs to survive. He is still far away from becoming the Human Emperor.
The Ancient Emperor is in this Donghua Bright Territory, which is also a famous town. No one dares to provoke the ancestor-level existence, and the dragon is seen but not seen. After all, the Supreme... Who has the legendary Supreme?
The five people looked around, but there was no one. They looked at each other and bowed and saluted: "Thank you, ancestor, for your help!"
"I was thinking, if I hadn't happened to arrive, you guys Will he die today? ”
A familiar voice came from not far away.
The five people looked at each other fiercely. They were all stunned and could not recover for a long time.
The figure deep in my memory who is confident, resourceful, full of arrogance and never shows it on the outside, who always has ten thousand ways to overcome no matter what difficulties he encounters, gradually merges with the handsome young man in front of him. !
The little boss!
How many years have we not seen?
They have never forgotten, but they often forget. This is a very contradictory psychology. It has been so long that the little master has disappeared for so long that the world has changed. It has been so long that I don’t know if he is still alive!
He is back, with a trace of true energy, defeating dozens of holy kings! (End of this chapter)