Seeing Qi Tian's remnant soul enter the depths of the chaotic sea of bitterness, Qingyang Huan couldn't help but feel certain in his heart, the emperor of the Middle Ages, the pillar of the human race, was enslaved and bound by Jialuo, this is simply worse than death, and it is an insult to the emperor. Fastest updates

The emperors would rather incarnate the pillars of heaven and suffer heavy losses, but they were shamelessly attacked by Jia Luo's back, how to resolve this kind of grudge, all of this needs to be washed with blood and bones, if the bloodlines of the human race know about it, it will also be this kind of thought, which is related to the backbone of a race standing up to the heavens and the earth.

Returning along the ancient reincarnation road, looking at the ruined barriers with a faint blue light around them, there was an air of depression, loneliness, and decadence, just like the human race today.

In order to protect the reproduction of ordinary people's blood, the Terrans have blocked too many secrets and too many foreign fears, in order to unite the people.

The spiritual will returned to the body, Qingyang Huan sat in the cave, and he was also hit hard by the fight with Dou Zhan, but the unexpected crossing of the third reincarnation was indeed an unexpected joy, and it pulled back the third six reincarnation gates.

Beast Road!

The third reincarnation gate is the animal path of the six paths, of course, the beasts here refer to the people of the scale insects and the beetle feathers, and the same reincarnation gate is also very damaged, and a large black crack runs through the entire reincarnation gate.

Some of the broken traces are as dense as spider webs, and even these cracks contain black gas like black pythons, which makes people feel hideous and disgusting.

However, with his strength now, it is not enough to start repairing the reincarnation gate, and there are too many things involved.

"Boom... Woowoo woo ......"

Feeling that Qingyang Huan's spiritual will returned to his body, the Qing Ying Dao Sword let out a whining sound, and his spiritual wisdom was a little anxious.

Patting the foot-long Dao Sword in front of him, Qingyang Huan said loudly: "It has been sent to reincarnation, and soon your master will return again and fight Jia Luo again!"

Boom!

Hearing Qing Yang Huan's voice, the Qing Ying Dao Sword suddenly lit up, lingering around his body for a while, and when it fell again, it fell into his hand.

Compared to the pure spiritual wisdom of the Qing Ying Dao Sword, the Flame Jiaolong did not follow, but entered the depths of a wilderness mountain range in the Southern Wilderness alone, choosing to hibernate, waiting for the reincarnation of Qi Tian to return again.

......

"It's really strange, isn't it true that at the end of the Middle Ages, the emperors of your human race didn't die?"

Gu Buxian showed a trace of doubt, and said with some unfinished words.

However, they can't find the answer to this question, under the long years of the Middle Ancient Road, too many secrets have been covered up intentionally or unintentionally, or drowned in the long river of time, and now they are not qualified to control the ups and downs of heaven and earth, and can only passively go with the flow.

A few days later, Qingyang Huan's wounds recuperated, and he returned to Emperor Dayu's palace with Gu Buxian again.

......

Half a year has passed.

Four months ago, under the escort of the black-armored warriors, the Holy Yan Heavenly Maiden entered the Sword Emperor Palace of the Terran Ancestral Land through the Super Void Shifting Great Array of the Dayu Emperor Palace.

At the same time, he also took Xiong Jiudai away, this Xiong Ancestor must be heavier than the Holy Yan Heavenly Maiden in the hearts of some of the older generation of martial artists in the Sword Emperor Palace, even if it is just a stupid bear that eats, sleeps, sleeps, and eats.

The journey of the young warriors of the same southwest land to the middle of the southern wilderness has also been transmitted back to the vast mountains and rivers of the southwest, but the news is mixed, and more than 100 young warriors in the southwest land who entered the palace of Emperor Dayu have lost more than one-third in just half a year.

The Silver Dragon Spear Cold Moon and Qiankun Mountain, who had fought with him and conquered the alien races side by side, all fell on the land of the Southern Wilderness, and they had just set foot in the middle of the Southern Wilderness, and there was still a long journey from the distant ancestral land of the Terran race.

Up and down the heavens, the hostile races of the Terran race can be said to spare no effort to intercept and kill the young and strong people of the Terran race.

Of course, the same is true of the human race, but under such a tragic conquest, it can already be said that they are competing with each other, and one day they will be unable to make ends meet, and there will be a martial fault line, and at that time it will be the beginning of the real big crisis.

How big is the entire Southern Wilderness, with a population of no less than one trillion yuan, in terms of a hundred years as a round, there are only more than 100 people in the Southwest Continent, and some of the warriors who have been up and down for hundreds of years are counted, so that the Tianjiao warriors in the entire Southern Wilderness are only seven or eight hundred people combined.

This kind of consumption is already in a scene on the verge of collapse for the Terrans, but they can only try their best to maintain it, if the older generation of the Terrans makes a move regardless of their identity, then the Heavenly Alien Race will naturally not care about anything.

The destructive power of a king is enough to penetrate millions of miles of mountains and rivers and land, and hit the endless starry sky, if it is triggering a king scuffle, it is unceremoniously said that the entire southwest land may be sunk, and hundreds of millions of trillions of human races will be bloody in the wilderness.

This doesn't need the Great Emperor to take action at all, half of the Terran is enough to be shattered into a ruined land, perhaps the Terran is also praying for a miracle to be born, so that in the conquest of young warriors who consume a lot, the Terran Tianjiao rises against the sky, leading the silent Terran to rise.

The strong man starts from the end of the micro, but like a carp jumping over the dragon gate, he wants to fly into the sky, but he doesn't know that outside the dragon gate, there are thousands of carp that have turned into the nourishment of the dragon gate.

Everyone only saw the strong men who rose in Weimo, but it was difficult to see clearly how many warriors who started in Weimo were buried in Weimo again.

Flame Tower.

The departure of the Holy Yan Heavenly Maiden, the tribal relatives were guarded, so that Qingyang Huan's heart also calmed down, he has been cultivating in silence in the Flame Tower for more than half a year, and with two martial artists with profound cultivation by his side, he naturally will not miss the opportunity, and from time to time he will go to 'ask for advice'.

Now the keepers and grave keepers of the Fire Tower have gone into hiding when they see him.

What kind of person is this, you practice, don't you cultivate, the old man doesn't cultivate, the old man is the king, the life wheel of Shouyuan is long, but the old man has lived for tens of thousands of years, and the longevity is long, and it is coming to an end.

I've never seen such a shameless person.

That senior thanked him for the teachings of these days, and Qingyang was grateful. ”

In the depths of the Flame Tower, Qingyang Huan looked solemn and said loudly.

These days, it has been really good for him, some questions about cultivation, and even some secrets in the Great Wilderness, as long as he doesn't cultivate, he will come to visit the two great martial artists, looking like he is humbly asking for advice.

From the land of the Terran Race, to the forces of the surrounding Terran Race, all of them are where he asked, and it can be said that the little inventory in the hearts of these two old men has almost been emptied.

"No need, the old man knows this. ”

Seeing Qingyanghuan's appearance, the old white ghost said angrily.

Boom!

Soon a sonorous sword sound came, and the black armor also appeared in front of Qing Yanghuan, but the breath he flowed out was not very good-looking, and he had never seen such a shameless one.

About two months ago, Qing Yanghuan didn't know how to react all at once, and figured out that the Sword Emperor Palace already knew his details, and immediately came to him with the Sword Emperor Order.

The most important thing is that the Sword Emperor Order in Qingyang Huan's hand is not the contemporary Sword Emperor, nor the Sword Emperor Order forged by the Sword Emperors of previous dynasties, but the first Sword Emperor Order created by the original Sword Emperor in the Sword Emperor Palace.

This little bastard began to take revenge on him Heijiayin and his trip to the Little Mangren Continent.

Of course, he won't say that the little bastard is open, after all, this is his little ancestor, or a restless little ancestor.

The first generation of Sword Emperor Decree was cast by the Sword Emperor, the son of the Sword Emperor, Aotian Sword Emperor, and there were only three of them at the beginning, and the other two had long disappeared in the years, leaving this one behind, I really don't know where Qingyang Huan got it.

Even if he is the king, he is also a majestic and suppressive party in the outside world, but in the Sword Emperor Palace, he still can't refute anything, don't say that he, even if he is a contemporary Sword Emperor, he has to bend down.

Holding the first Sword Emperor Order, it is equivalent to holding a Shang Fang sword, Qingyang Huan asked him to establish the Sword Emperor Palace, and he told him all the secrets until now, and then left with a smile.

In the end, he didn't forget to shake the Sword Emperor Order, saying that if his little woman was wronged, he would take this Sword Emperor Order to spank someone's ass.

Listen to what kind of bastard this is!

Someone, knowing that the Sword Emperor is irreversible, said it on purpose.

Do you really dare to hit the Sword Emperor's ass?

"No formality, are we leaving?"

Seeing the arrival of the black armor, Qingyang Huan made a sound, which suddenly made the black armor's breath stagnate.

When the old white ghost saw the scene in front of him, he immediately brushed his white beard and smiled, looking like he didn't see anything.

"Let's go, let's go to the South Wilderness Extreme Sky Island and join the Flame Bearers in other regions. ”

Suddenly, the old white ghost said loudly.

Woo!

At this abrupt moment, a horn sounded in the depths of Emperor Dayu's palace, and the sound swept the heavens and the earth, straight into the nine-day sky, with a sonorous killing.

"It's ......"

Standing on the torch tower, following the direction of the white old ghost's finger, Qingyang Huan looked towards the depths of the Dayu Emperor's Palace, and a battle division of about 10,000 people in the distance lined up, holding a trumpet flashing with blue light in his hand.

The sound of the horn was like thunder, and the blue light gathered in the sky, manifesting a battle map of the golden iron horse.

Nearly 10,000 soldiers held halberds or battle battles, or carried iron swords, and the aura of iron and blood penetrated the sky.

"That's the warriors of the Dayu Emperor clan, they are seeing you off!"

"Why?"

Subconsciously Qingyang Huan groaned softly.

At this moment, the imperial palace was shrouded in blue light, and a wave of slaughter rose, whether it was a white old ghost or a black armor, all the warriors who heard the sound of the horn in the palace of Dayu Emperor put down what they were busy with and held their breath.

"The burden of the Outer Heaven Continent is tied to your hands, and the one who carries the flame deserves this glory!"

Woooooo

Thousands of miles away from the Flame Tower, an old man in tatters, his body was as dry as a tree root, but his eyes were as bright as the sun and the moon, and he held a crooked horn in his hand, and the soldier soul inside was urged, making a whimpering sound, illuminating a blood-stained blue sky.