The purple streamer carried the Qingyang Huan imprint down the clan mark, and flew towards the depths of the Qingyang Mountain Range, exuding the same bloodline breath, even the space could not be completely separated.

In the depths of the Qingyang Mountains, in the ancient cave space, the rich aura connects the heavens and the earth, leading down from nothingness, and the bright light is suspended in the space, evolving into an ancient picture scroll.

This cave world is very large, the mountains are continuous, the vegetation is abundant, and the violent breath in the mountains and forests is intertwined, which seems to be much more barren than the mountains and rivers in the outside world.

In the center of the surrounding mountains, there is a taller undulating mountain, the mountains are craggy, and the main halls are built on the mountain, and the ancient hall has experienced the baptism of the long years, with traces of black paint.

There is a ladder carved out in the mountains, and between the clouds, there are figures climbing on the cliffs with bamboo baskets on their backs, and in the void, a crane with a colorful divine light is dancing, constantly making a pleasant cry.

Between the mountains, there are warriors riding true beasts walking between the mountains and forests, and their whole bodies are shrouded in armor.

Colorful spirit crane, one of the ancient alien species, has been rare in the great wilderness, this spirit beast is born with human nature, gentle temperament, is a rare mount, the real beast contains the ancient blood of the xenomorph. 、

It is rumored that among the Qingyang Emperor clan back then, there was a real King Realm True Beast, and it had even reached the extreme peak of the King Realm, which was the companion war beast of the third generation of the Great Emperor of Qingyang.

Qiang, for the warriors of the Qingyang bloodline, it is not just as simple as a war beast, but a comrade in the battle of life and death.

Even if it is a small branch where Qingyang Huan is located, there is a Qingyang roar sitting in the town, but it is conceivable that as the most powerful branch left over from the original Qingyang Emperor Clan, the number of true beasts in the clan is beyond imagination.

In the depths of the ancient realm, in the ninety-nine thousand zhang tower, the blue light flowed from the spire, a little green flame ignited, and in the depths of the tower, a rickety old figure paced in the darkness.

"You can't write two Qingyangs in one stroke, and the bloodlines are fighting, is it really impossible to hide?"

In the dimness, the old man's two eyes were a little oozing, the old figure trembled, turned around and walked towards the depths, the depths were a stone house, the stone house furnishings were very simple, just a stone bed, a quaint copper lamp, and a shelf made of dead wood, on which was a beast robe.

The beast robe was painted with dense lines, exuding a faint blood aura, it seemed that it had been a long time, and the curved lines depicted by the blood had turned black in some places.

The old man put on the sacrificial robe in front of him, walked out of the stone house, and came to the main hall in the tower, the candles in the hall jumped, and there were one god after another in the dimness, twenty-one of them were very tall, each of them was made of divine gold, and there was no ancient inscription engraved on it, but at a glance, it seemed that the god seat was a reckless world.

Below the twenty-one tall gods, there are densely packed gods, numbering more than hundreds, and the smallest is no more than a foot in size, which is placed in the corner.

"The ancestor of Qingyang is above, and the 362nd high priest of the Qingyang clan, Qingyang Wu, sacrifices to the ancestor. ”

The old man first offered the incense of beast blood to the god in front of him, and then bowed his head on the grass ball at the bottom, stretched out his withered big hand and trembled to open a rusty copper box on the offering table, and in an instant a wisp of bloody breath mixed with blue light rushed out.

The old man's withered fingers cracked, and some dark red blood flowed out, mixed with the black liquid in the copper box, and began to carve lines on his face, these lines were like thousands of black snakes crowded together in a snake cave, not showing the slightest direction, but exuding an inexplicable rhythm.

It seems that the depiction of the lines is very familiar, although the old priest's movements are slow, but very steady, and the ancient texts are intertwined, and soon his face is covered by obscure lines.

After doing all this, the high priest got up and walked towards the god seat above, first confessed, and then groped behind the tall god seat at the bottom, and he stuffed a black object into his robe before walking towards the outside of the tower.

At the top of the highest mountain range in the Qingyang Ancient Realm, there is a palace complex, and the current Qingyang clan leader Qingyang Jiong woke up from the retreat, holding a purple divine light in his hand.

"Open the ancient realm and welcome the people back. ”

After a moment of contemplation, Qingyang Jiong made a decision, and then he looked in the direction of the tower deep in the mountains.

"High Priestess, what are you thinking?"

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Outside, standing in the void of Qingyang Huan, felt the ripples in the void in the depths of Qingyang Mountain, a valley in the silver light pierced the void, an ancient bluestone archway manifested, outside the archway two feet more than a thousand feet high true stilt standing, mighty.

And there are twenty-two such arches, forming a huge corridor, each archway is engraved with an ancient picture scroll, recording the legend of each generation of emperors.

It's just that only one-third of the picture scroll engraved on the outermost archway is blank, and the remaining two-thirds are blank, and the emperor's journey has only begun, but not ended.

These arches belong to the glory of the Qingyang clan, but now they seem to be a little bleak.

The memory workshop is still there, where is the emperor?

Looking at the scene that appeared, Qingyang Huan was also a little surprised, in fact, the bloodline dispute is simple and simple, it is just to divide a primary and secondary, if one party submits and is willing to surrender, it is naturally harmonious and angry, and a big banquet will be a brother.

But the Qingyang clan in front of them, as the main sect after the collapse of the imperial clan, is the main vein of many Qingyang clans in the Great Wilderness, how can they give up so easily.

"Meet Haobo. ”

At the end of the archway, there were several gray-haired old men, all of whom were at the half-king level, obviously the elders of the clan.

"The Haobo Hui clan is the glory of my Qingyang. ”

Nodding slightly, Qingyang Huan walked step by step, and in three steps he had already walked through the corridor under the archway and entered the Qingyang Ancient Realm.

Obviously, since he obtained the Human Emperor Edict, the Qingyang Clan has been paying attention to him.

Entering the Qingyang Ancient Realm, Qingyang Huan stepped directly towards the most central hall, and a middle-aged warrior wearing a cyan robe outside the hall stood in the wind, looking at him with his eyes.

"There are thousands of branches in Qingyang, and I didn't expect the re-emergence of one in the Southern Wilderness, which is my blessing for Qingyang. ”

The Qingyang clan of Qingyang Jiong's vein was inherited to Qingyang Jing, the fifteenth emperor of Qingyang, and according to the blood relationship, it is indeed closer to the main vein than the bloodline of Qingyang.

When the Qingyang Emperor clan was strong, there were many branches in the clan, but the emperor was there, and no one dared to shake it.

"I was named Haobo, and the territory was imprinted with the Qingyang Mark, which involved the bloodline, and you should also understand why I came today?"

For the kind-faced Qingyang clan lord, after Qingyang Huan fell to the top of the mountain, he said without the slightest concealment.

Hearing Qingyang Huan say this, Qingyang Jiong looked stunned, unifying all the veins of Qingyang has always been his long-cherished wish, since the separation of the Qingyang Emperor clan, it has become something that the past generations want to achieve.

The human race still knows that only when they are united can they gather strength, let alone one tribe?

Only by reuniting the scattered branches of Qingyang can the remaining Qingyang Emperor Emblem be triggered, the glory of the Qingyang clan can be reproduced, and perhaps a great emperor will come out again.

"I didn't expect that I hadn't gone to look for you yet, so you sent it to the door. ”

Qingyang Jiong's expression recovered, as the patriarch of the clan, he had been up and down for a long time, although he was angry in his heart, he didn't show it.

"Only by unifying the various branches of Qingyang, can we regain the glory, I have asked the elders of the clan to go to the Southern Wilderness, knowing that your vein comes from the ninth emperor of Qingyang, and now you have been awarded the title of Haobo, it is the glory of my Qingyang, return and reunite with me in the Qingyang clan, the elder of the clan is yours, and your relatives are second only to my Jing vein. ”

Over the long years, there have been too many branches of the Qingyang clan, such as the small branches where Qingyang Huan is located, and there are even more than one of them, and there are hundreds of branches of the Eastern Wilderness that surrender to the Qingyang Jiong vein.

It's a pity that Qingyang Jiong doesn't have the ability to completely integrate the Qingyang clan, not only because of the lack of strength to suppress it, but also because of luck.

At that time, the Qingyang Emperor clan sat in Qingyang Mountain, suppressed the emperor's prison, the cage was broken, the Qingyang clan was hit hard, not to mention, the emperor was angry and the emperor was angry, and the last emperor disappeared into the depths of time and space.

It is rumored that the last emperor was exiled, but in fact, the last emperor went to the depths of time and space to capture the alien powerhouses who escaped from the emperor's prison.

At the beginning, the emperor's prison was broken, and the impact on the Qingyang clan was too great, even now, Qingyang Jiong's vein is still more than enough and not enough, but the appearance of Qingyang Huan has brought a turning point for the unification of the Qingyang clan.

Qingyang Huan was blessed by Feng Haobo, and he was favored by human luck, which was just enough to make up for the loss of luck of the Qingyang clan, which is why Qingyang Jiong opened his mouth to merge Qingyang Huan into the clan with the position of the great elder.

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Between the breath of the mountains and forests in the distance, the high priest wearing a sacrificial robe and carved with ancient patterns all over his body, with a touch of hope in his cloudy eyes.

As the high priest of Qingyang, his status is not under Qingyang Jiong, he is the person who is most unwilling to see disputes, no matter who wins or loses, in the end, it is one of the few foundations of Qingyang.

However, he has no choice, whoever is in charge of the final unification of the Qingyang clan, the remaining grace of the Qingyang clan will fall on whom, if the Qingyang Emperor recovers, there may not be no chance to regain the throne in the future.

"Let's fight!"

"If I fail, I will take the position of Great Elder. ”

"If you are defeated, the bloodline of the fifteenth emperor of Qingyang will be under my command!"

What the!

At this moment, not only Qingyang Jiong showed surprise, but also the high priest in the distance, as well as the elders of the Qingyang clan who surrounded him, all showed shock.

Qingyang Huan, this is the name they have heard most often in recent decades, and everyone knows that this is a knight who came out of the Qingyang clan.

Subsequently, he also knew Qingyang Huan's strength, but it was only the True King Realm.

However, the clan leader is the King of Wuji, and it has been thousands of years since he entered the Five Heavens of the King.