Li Chunyuan and Jiang Huan are also people in this world of Tianyuan. They are just clones in the real world. People like them are everywhere in the battlefield of Tianyuan. Even now, many people cannot improve their cultivation and choose their clones or their bodies to sneak into a certain real world to reincarnate and practice.
But the two of them happened to know Xin Zhuo, and the Jiang family here happened to be hidden in the mountains and rivers. They have not come out for a million years and have not met Xin Zhuo!
Jiang Huan nodded slightly: "I'm back. You've been forgetting the alchemy for a while. Maybe I don't know that Xin Zhuo in the real world is the one you and I know. Now the peak cultivation level of the Great Xuan Lord has destroyed the three holy lands of the human race. He is about to win the life and death of the other masters of the five holy lands!"
Li Chunyuan was a little confused at first, and then his pupils contracted: "Xin Zhuo..."
Memories instantly returned to the messy clone experience of the real world, the true warrior, the demon clan, etc., which was his lifelong shame. In the end, Xin Zhuo's figure gradually became clear.
"It's him! I didn't expect that tens of thousands of years later, he could still run here and cause such a big wave!" Li Chunyuan took a deep breath, his expression very complicated.
Jiang Huan asked, "Are the elders in the hall?"
Li Chunyuan nodded: "Here, follow me!"
The two entered the hall together and saw two rows of monks sitting in the huge and ancient hall, all of whom were old men and women with white hair and beard. One of them looked very familiar, and it was Jiang Taixu from that time!
Hearing Jiang Huan's repeated inquiry, the entire hall was heard, and everyone's faces changed again and again!
One of the old women frowned and said, "The Holy Ancestor once made a prophecy that the Sacrifice Land will appear in these tens of thousands of years, and the fortunes of the three tribes of heaven, earth and people cannot dissipate. At this time, the five holy lands are destroyed. Is it a blessing or a disaster?"
No one answered, no answer.
An old man suddenly looked at Jiang Taixu and asked, "By the way, the name Xin Zhuo is familiar. Isn't it the boy named Jiang Yuqing you met in the real world? Does he have my Jiang family bloodline?"
Jiang Taixu sighed and shook his head and said, "It's him! But you still don't believe me. Back then, I took Huan'er and his wife into the real world to experience it. For the sake of their mood, I deliberately blocked my memory, but blocking it does not mean losing my memory. We absolutely did not leave any descendants. The Jiang family in that real world has nothing to do with my Tianyuan Jiang family. It was just that the native mortal Jiang family practiced and broke into some family business, but was eventually destroyed by Xin Zhuo!"
After a pause, he said, "By the way, if it weren't for the relationship between my Jiang family and him, it would be a bit connected!"
The elders looked at him one after another: "What do you say?"
Jiang Taixu stroked his beard and said, "The Holy Ancestor just entered the Great Dao Lord, and once used the resentment of the Qingxu Era manipulated by the five holy lands to temper his body. As a result, he met Xin Zhuo, who was eroded by the resentment, and woke up his spiritual consciousness so that he would not be destroyed!"
A group of elders, including Jiang Huan and Li Chunyuan, were all surprised. Someone said, "How many years ago was that? In this way, this Xin Zhuo is also... an old ghost for millions of years?"
Jiang Taixu said in a deep voice: "Yes!"
In the hall, it became quiet again. After a while, Jiang Huan asked, "If the local pattern will change today, will the Holy Ancestor come out of seclusion?"
Everyone looked at the illusory part at the end of the hall.
At this moment, a cold voice came from the illusion: "Let him rise and fall, you can live a peaceful life!"
A group of people stood up one after another: "Here!"
...
The north direction of the Tianyuan Wild World seemed to have reached endless nothingness, with a red gauze tent in it, inside it was a barrier of universe. There were melodious bells and flashing figures in the barrier. On a huge stone tablet, the word "Xuanyuan" was written!
At this time, Xuanyuan Sword Immortal broke through the gauze tent in one step and entered the barrier. He walked in a hurry, attracting countless tribe members with wide robes and big sleeves to watch.
He turned a blind eye to a huge boundary monument and knelt down.
A large number of masters came from afar and asked in a deep voice: "Sword Immortal, what happened?"
Xuanyuan Sword Immortal took a deep breath and said, "A boy I met in the real world back then came to Tianyuan at some time. Now he is at the peak of the Great Xuan Lord's cultivation and has destroyed three holy lands in a row. Now in Jiuyang Lake, he will compete with the remaining masters of the five holy lands!"
A group of Xuanyuan masters were surprised: "How about this person?"
Xuanyuan Sword Immortal smiled bitterly: "My impression of him is only at the great disaster of all races in the real world. Later, before I returned, I heard that he was preparing to compete for the position of the great emperor. This person is a hero. Now here, it seems that he wants to destroy the fortune of the human race, so I naturally have to report to the ancestor Wudao!"
A group of Xuanyuan masters were about to speak, but an old voice came from the boundary marker: "It's okay! Let him go. He will be the co-lord of the human race, but his luck will be prosperous!" Xuanyuan Sword Immortal looked at each other, his face changed suddenly, and he immediately bowed: "Here!"
...
In the extreme south of the Tianyuan battlefield, there is a golden light shining in the depths of the endless ocean. It is an isolated island with golden temples all over the island. These temples are all built on uneven peaks. At first glance, they look like Mohist fortresses.
Directly in front, there is a ten thousand-foot spirit stone with the two words "Qingyang" faintly on it.
From time to time, monks with wide robes and big sleeves flew in and out like migratory birds.
If Empress Hengyuan arrived here, she would be shocked, because "Qingyang" was an ancient sect. During the Qingxu Era, she used the power of a sect to defeat seven starry sky dynasties. After the Qingxu Era collapsed, the entire sect had no news and seemed to have disappeared from the human world.
At this time, there were hundreds of masters standing in front of a temple on the island, all of whom were frowning.
"What do you say?"
A young man in red with square face suddenly strode out of the temple and was furious: "Xin Zhuo? This shit Xin Zhuo, he actually ran here, this damn ant! How many years have you been? It's tens of thousands of years, has he reached the peak of the Great Xuan Lord? Like me? I still have the strength to destroy the five holy lands? My Sword Emperor Yu went to destroy him now, but ended the grudges of the past!"
"Rareless!"
A illusory figure of an old man suddenly floated above a temple on the highest level of the island. Although it was just an illusion, it had a mysterious aura of boundlessness and simplicity. The divine foundation of the heavens reached the top of the sky, causing billions of creatures to tremble and their voices were ethereal, "Go, are you confident that you will be his opponent?"
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A group of masters immediately bowed deeply: "Old ancestor!"
Sword Emperor Yu also quickly bowed, but muttered: "Go back to the ancestor, this person has a grudge against me in the real world. I came back early that year, and his clone was killed!"
The old man chuckled: "It is natural for him to kill you. Your temperament naturally provoked him first. Do you know that he is already millions of years old and is the same place as those four?"
The Sword Emperor Yu was shocked and immediately bowed to the end: "Disciple knows his mistake!"
The old man sighed softly: "If he wins, it is also a good thing to take charge of the human race. If he loses, he will naturally die and disappear. Everything will return to the starting point, so why bother meddling in other people's business?"
Everyone bowed: "Here!"
...
In the extreme east of the sky, there are dark flames hell everywhere, and there are dark and untransformed monsters.
"His name is Xin Zhuo. He once stole the five-colored divine light from the real world, and I even lost to him..."
Meng Lou, a master of the demon clan in the real world, was wearing black clothes, standing among the demons and bowing to show his respect.
In the burning flames ahead, three huge creatures suddenly stood up, which were a cow, a dragon and a unicorn. They were all over the sky, overwhelming force, overwhelming the heaven and earth, and their divine foundation was speeding, their great way was transcendent, and their cultivation was far superior to the Great Xuan Lord!
Among them, the dragon smiled and said, "Do those guys in the Demon Palace have any plans?"
Menglou shook his head: "The three great masters of the Demon Palace went to the Divine Pavilion, but they have not come back for a long time. The other demons have watched the walls. In a short period of time, they have not figured out the situation. At most, they can think of reaping benefits from fishermen."
The cow suddenly said, "He wants to take advantage of the opportunities and spirit gathering arrays from the five holy places to enter the Great Dao Lord?"
Qilin smiled and said, "I have a good idea, but unfortunately, I'm not that easy to entertain. I'm too naive. How many people are there in the world? Who builds a divine foundation for him?"
Three huge figures slowly lurked into the flames again: "It's okay, let him go. Try not to go out these days!"
Menglou nodded immediately: "Here!" (The end of this chapter)