Not around the mountains.

King Wen and Dragon Slayer sat opposite each other, with an indescribable look in their eyes.

Shaman, break fate, palm the world!

However, every shaman could not decide his own fate, throughout the ages, fate was too dangerous and unpredictable, and the shaman broke his life and lost his own hand, abounding.

It seems that the path of the shamans has long been decided, and the end is death.

Heavenly punishment!

Mountains and seas, the heavens and all the worlds, all the warriors who have peeked into the magnificent fate are all destroyed by the divine thunder.

The Great Dragon Clan, a human race that has inherited two great eras, inherits the most mysterious fate of the heavens and all worlds.

As early as in ancient times, the human race had the palace of King Wen, and the emperor Wen Wang Yan was born with gossip, deducing the past and calculating the present, and peeking into the mysteries of heaven and earth.

After the Middle Ages, the palace of the human race Wen gradually declined, and the gossip was not obvious, and after the fate reappeared, after years of evolution, it became a priest.

In the era when the Middle Ages were approaching the end, the shaman lineage of the evolution of fate was officially completed, and in this era, the first generation of the ancestor of the Great Dragon clan, Dalong, was born out of nowhere, integrating the way of fate calculation such as fate gossip.

After the great dragon congenitally gathered the mysteries related to fate, he asserted that the human race had a great catastrophe before the human tribulation came, so he was punished by heaven and cut off the five senses.

Blind, deaf, dumb-mouthed, extinguished, and touched.

Even so, he still used his remnant body to act against the sky, and was finally overwhelmed by the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder and wiped out.

"Don't say. ”

After a long time, King Wen let out a sigh.

The Great Dragon Clan from the first generation of ancestors Dalong was born, and the clan will come out of the shaman from generation to generation, and it is also a rare shaman group in the heavens and all worlds.

"Three thousand years ago, the clouds of the Southern Wilderness moved, and the dormant humane purple qi flashed in the Southern Wilderness. ”

After a few breaths, King Wen finally spit out under the scorching eyes of the dragon-slaying old man.

Hearing this, the Dragon Slayer Old Man showed a hint of surprise in his eyes, and then asked back, "You prepared three thousand years ago?"

However, King Wen shook his head, and then said: "From the moment the old man stepped out of the ancestral land of the Great Dragon Clan, it has already begun, the Great Dragon Clan is immortal, and the inheritance of the Guardian Human Race is not stopped, this is the ancestral training of the Great Dragon Clan. ”

"Over the years, the old man has secretly paid attention to some geniuses of the human race from the entire land of the human race, and even the life stars and continents in the extraterrestrial starry sky, most of them have fallen in the middle of the martial arts, and there are also some amazing talents, but they are not the people the old man is looking for. ”

"Until three thousand years ago, a ray of purple light flashed in the Southern Wilderness, and in the past three thousand years, the old man secretly observed more than 10,000 descendants of the Southern Wilderness human race, and finally all of them came to an abrupt end, and only one person met the purple qi vision. ”

"That little one. ”

Hearing this, King Wen showed a wry smile in his eyes, shook his head slightly, and said loudly: "The old man has peeked into the fate of countless descendants of the human race over the years, but that little bastard has not seen through, do you believe it?"

When the words fell, a sigh appeared in King Wen's eyes, and then he said: "It's Yu Xin of the Southern Wilderness Emperor Yu." ”

"The Tianjiao of the Dayu family who was born for eternity?"

Dragon Slayer pondered slightly and then said: "This junior seems to be still cultivating, what does that kid in Qingyang have to do with him." ”

"The general trend of luck, swallowing thousands of miles like a dragon, how can it have nothing to do with going out of the south and southwest?"

King Wen shook his head and said, "In the old man's deduction, the Purple Qi Luck Dao three thousand years ago originally belonged to Yu Xin, until that little bastard in Qingyang went to the Xiaomang Wilderness Continent, all this changed, and the divine brilliance that originally shrouded the Dayu Emperor Clan completely melted like a cloud. ”

"No wonder you are a dignified emperor, you actually valued a little king so much at the beginning, you know that you shamans are not good things. ”

The old dragon slayer spoke, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and said: "But no matter how powerful the three thousand years of purple qi is, it is impossible to give birth to such a strong Tianjiao, don't lie to the old man, the old man used to be in charge of the Qi Luck God Platform." ”

"It's strange here, the old man thinks he has peeked into the true meaning of fate, but he didn't expect that everything in this world has long had cause and effect, and he still can't see through the shackles of fate. ”

King Wen's eyes drifted to the vast starry sky, and his eyes showed a look of thought, and it took a long time to come back to his senses.

"Okay, the old man wants to know if you planned it this time. ”

"Yes and no, the old man just goes with the flow, do you believe it?"

When the words fell, a touch of helplessness flashed in King Wen's eyes, he thought he had seen through Qingyang Huan, but every time he was angry with this kid.

This time, the old heavenly horse in the depths of the imperial court told him in advance, which made him feel very frustrated as an emperor.

The dignified emperor can't see through a junior!

Fortunately, after getting the news, he made a plan in an instant, please move the emperor, please move the old antiques that are silent in the depths of the mountain, and give it a go.

Boom!

At this moment, the purple lightning silver dragon over Buzhou Mountain tore hundreds of millions of miles of sky, hundreds of millions of miles of starry sky completely shattered in a short moment, and in the torn heaven and earth, a golden palace and divine tower appeared, and countless compassionate and kind-eyed figures chanted Sanskrit sounds, just like the heavenly realm.

However, in an instant, the expressions of countless figures suddenly changed, turning into monstrous anger, King Kong angry eyes, and the divine pestle was in the air, as if the entire heaven and earth were being moved.

Surrounded by thousands of angry eyes, a figure larger than dozens or thousands of stars emerged, and the stars were like beads in their hands, sitting among the thousands of stars, exhaling and evolving the galaxy.

At the same time, the qi engines on Buzhou Mountain also condensed, manifesting a mirror-like barrier on the Terran Continent, blocking the Brilliant Sanskrit Sound from the Mountains and Seas Continent.

The human emperor Hong's hand held the spear of the fallen emperor, pointing to the vast heaven and earth, and his body was like a jade pillar of optimus.

At this moment, time and space froze, heaven and earth froze, King Wen and Dragon Slayer stood side by side, and their breath was also stagnant to their throats.

Clan Wars!

Winning the emperor of the Garo clan is enough to break out a great war between the two clans.

At the end of the Middle Ages, the human race was in the light, and the Gala was in the dark, and the sudden arrival of the outer continent gave the Galata a chance to take advantage of it.

"What is supposed to come will come eventually. ”

After a long time, the statue of Garo on the horizon dissipated into the heavens and the earth like a bright rain of smoke, as if it had never happened.

Call!

Seeing the Garo clan retreating, the Emperor Master breathed a sigh of relief, it was okay.

"The Garo people are not monolithic, and the struggle of faith is sometimes more tragic than the grudge. ”

Seeing the frowning dragon slayer, the emperor said loudly.

After a few breaths, the figure of Emperor Hong, who stood on the top of Buzhou Mountain and was like a guardian saint, also disappeared like a rain of spiritual light, and the obscure qi machine that lingered in the depths of Buzhou Mountain drifted away with the wind, and it seemed that it had never appeared.

......

The stars are moving.

In the chaotic world, with a coquettish shout, time and space rotated, and a roaring sound was made, and Qing Yanghuan suddenly felt that the four sides of the space around him were spinning.

It's just that at this moment, his whole body blood qi has long been exhausted, and he doesn't want to move a finger when he lies there, and this time he is really scared.

In an instant of life and death, he wandered in front of the Ghost Gate, but fortunately, the sky did not stop him, and he stepped out of the Ghost Gate.

Bound by the purple light, the Burning Lamp Panruo incarnated into an angry King Kong, wanting to struggle, but was bound by the humane luck attracted by the Empress Douxiao, and every time he struggled, he was fighting against the humane luck accumulated by the entire human race from the early antiquity to the present.

The vast imperial power turned into hundreds of millions of daos, which were dissolved by the illusory human figures, but the illusory shadows surrounded by the purple light were dense, no less than hundreds of millions of trillions, and every time the group was destroyed, more would be derived again.

This chaotic space-time was pushed by an invisible big hand and descended on the central ancestral land of the human race, King Wen couldn't wait to rush into this chaos, and saw Qingyang Huan and a few people lying on their backs like dead dogs in the chaos.

The third senior brother's soul turned into a streamer and disappeared, returned to his place of retreat, and trapped the Garo clan to burn the lamp, which was much more difficult than killing it, but fortunately, the six senior brothers joined forces and finally restrained it.

This is the only royal level powerhouse of the Garo clan that the human race has caught in the past one hundred and eight years.

"Okay, well, this time you have done a great job for the Terrans. ”

The emperor's beard was curled, and it was difficult to hide the excitement in his eyes, in his eyes, this was not the imperial powerhouse of the Garo clan, but something that could peek into the secrets of the Garo clan.

For the heavens and all the races, the group of Garo is too secretive, and many strong people want to peek into the secrets of this race, but unfortunately they all return in the end.

Now, Eun finally has a chance to peek at all this.

"Heh, I'm here. ”

Qingyang Huan drooped his eyelids, looking at the old man of King Wen who was constantly dragging his beard, he was really afraid that this old guy would pull all the little beard he had left, and he pretended not to see it when he saw it, this bad old man was very bad.

"Yo, isn't this the Lord of the God King's Palace, what's wrong with you?"

At this time, King Wen looked as if he had just seen Qingyang Huan, and his eyes showed surprise.

"I have shed blood for the Terrans. ”

"Oh. ”

"I've fought for the Terrans!"

"Oh. ”

"I ......"

Just when Qingyang Huan was about to speak, King Wen's eyes turned to the bound Burning Lamp Panruo again, and shouted at the dragon slayer: "Be careful, don't kill the old man." ”

"Come, Lord Palace. ”

After instructing the dragon slayer, King Wen once again fell his eyes on Qingyang Huan, Peng Wanli, and Lilong Wu, and said loudly: "The Lord of the Divine King Palace is as imposing as a rainbow, and he can fight again, and the other two will go to the Divine Pool in the depths of Buzhou Mountain to heal." ”

"Old man, you declare a personal vendetta. ”

When Qing Yanghuan heard this, he immediately knew that this old man was doing it on purpose.

"You are wrong, the old man, as the emperor under the throne of the people, treats my human blood equally, you can't slander the old man. “

As the words fell, the Emperor Master grabbed Qingyang Huan and walked towards the depths of the first imperial court in Buzhou Mountain.

"Hey, old man, where are you going to take me. ”

Feeling the cold wind, Qingyang Huan couldn't help but ask.

"You'll know when you go, the absolute benefits are indispensable to you, this time you did a good job, although the old man was not on the scene, but he also knew that this time was not easy. ”

"Well done, Yoko!"