I don't know when, the figure of the giant that shattered in the void shrank to a few feet, and floated behind Qingyang Huan.

Qingyang Ninth Emperor Qingyang Hip.

The three-pole battle flag was condensed, even if it was just an illusory flag at this moment, the sound of hunting still sounded between heaven and earth.

Looking inwardly at the entire body, Qing Yanghuan found that a humanoid flame manifested in his body, starting from the depths of the bloodline and burning along the blood and bones in every part of the body, blazing and scorching, bringing people a kind of tyranny.

In the blood-stained blood, an ancient land of mountains and rivers floated out, majestic mountains, more than ten thousand miles high, rugged and steep, shimmering with scorching gold and iron light under the sunshine.

In the sky above the mountains and ravines, there is an infinite evil qi that gathers, and the rich evil qi turns into a giant dragon, roaring in the sky, constantly colliding and devouring, the qi of all the heavens and all the races on this land are intertwined, overflowing from the depths of the earth, even the mountains that are more and more high, can not block these breaths.

In the mountains inhabit a huge tribe, totem as a soldier, the real one as a general, straddle a tall real beast, walking in the mountain wilderness, every pair of eyes are as sharp as a knife, patrolling the ancient mountains and rivers.

In the sky above the earth, between the evil air in the sky, an ancient totem family emblem floats, this family emblem covers the entire mountains and ravines, where the family emblem is shrouded, the evil air is full of wilderness, and the dragon roars.

"Qingyang Mountain. ”

There was a hint of horror in his eyes, he actually saw the ancestral land of the Qingyang clan, the location of the ancient heavenly prison, from the distant time and space.

"Emperor Qingyang!"

A long sigh sounded, and the figure of the Great Emperor floating behind him dissipated into the void, and Qingyang Huan realized that the flames burning in his body turned into a ball of fire, and an illusory mark jumped in the fire ball.

Clan Emblem!

In an instant, he also reacted, this is not only Qingyang's family emblem, but also Qingyang's emperor name.

Airplanes!

The illusory cyan mark floated in his hand, Qingyang Huan looked at it carefully, this family emblem is not an ancient seal, but a catalogue, which is the entire landform of Qingyang Mountain, as if it is given a certain era of Qingyang Mountain.

What's more, in the veins in his body, a hair-thick pale golden bloodshot appeared, covering the entire body and limbs, but when he really looked at it, he found that this bloodshot as thin as a gossamer actually brought him a majestic shore like the ancient Shenyue Mountain.

"Emperor's blood?"

Suddenly, the clan emblem in his hand dissolved, blended into this gossamer, and was silent in the depths of the bloodline, if it weren't for the previous vision, he even felt like an illusion.

Immediately afterward, his spiritual will shrouded the many clansmen below, but he did not find the same signs as him.

Although the aura of the clansmen began to skyrocket, and some even skyrocketed by two or three realms one after another, none of them had manifested the formed emperor's blood in their bodies, let alone the clan emblem.

Fortunately, in the intertwined blood qi below, the breath of the digital True One Realm suddenly appeared, and as for the breath of the Totem Realm, there were even more, and under his induction, the bloodlines in the bodies of some martial artists were still in a dormant state, and it seemed that they had not completely exploded.

"Hey, what are you doing, it's too late to be too late!" In Qingyang Huan's stunned effort, the turtle Buxian on the side shouted loudly, and suddenly Qing Yanghuan reacted.

The next moment, Qingyang Huan stepped on the bones of the Silver Dragon Clan, and held out a three-foot-sized divine gold altar in his hands.

The exterior of the altar is smooth as jade, and it is said that the altar is more like an enlarged torch, but there is no flame on the top of the torch.

Holding this altar high, Qingyang Huan bit the tip of his tongue, a drop of blood sprayed on it, and then the altar buzzed above his head.

"My Qingyang Huan, my bloodline comes from the ninth emperor of Qingyang Mountain in the Eastern Wilderness of the Human Race, and now I have established the Flame Temple, ruling the warriors of all directions, suppressing luck with reincarnation and semi-saints, and learning from heaven and earth!"

Thundered!

The void above the abrupt Void Sky Dome tore open, and a thunderbolt originating from outside the sky spawned at the top of the Sky Dome, turning into a purple dragon and slashing into the sky, and the terrifying aura made the heavens and the earth tremble violently.

Almost instantly, Qingyang Huan felt a kind of Shenyue overpowering, and the danger of destroying the world was coming, and at this moment, outside the clan city, the fourth Tuo was standing on a mountain, looking in his direction.

A touch of coldness flashed at the corner of his mouth, Qingyang Huan calculated him, even if he agreed, but this lesson still had to be given.

How can it be so easy in the name of 'saint', that kind of coercion from heaven and earth, the ethnic group, can definitely make people feel terrified, of course, the fourth extension did not delay, otherwise Qingyang Huan in front of him really became a pile of meat sauce.

The same drop of essence blood converged towards the altar, and suddenly the originally humming altar became stable after being integrated into the essence blood of the fourth tuo.

In Qing Yanghuan's perception, the supreme will that patrolled around him also calmed down, and at this moment, he couldn't tell which was the majesty of heaven and earth, and which was the gaze from human luck.

On the smooth surface of the altar, two figures emerged, one was Qingyang Huan's own, and the other was the fourth extension.

Airplanes!

A purple flame ignited on the large torch, and Qingyang Huan had an inexplicable connection with this flame.

"You're doing it yourself. After doing all this, the fourth extension disappeared to the top of the mountain.

"Ah Huan!"

After watching the altar shrink in Qingyang Huan's hands and turn into the size of a fist, the Holy Face Heavenly Maiden came to his side.

"It's okay. Putting the altar into his body, Qingyang Huan shook his head.

Looking up at the cave void barrier that had not yet fully healed, the breath of the ancient majesty was beginning to melt, and through the cracked barrier, I saw the big stars twinkling in the extraterrestrial starry sky.

......

Outside the distant mountains and rivers, a space filled with ancient atmosphere, this space is like a bush of old medicine, a spirit tree is like a forest, a spirit crane with colorful feathers is constantly flying in the air, and a huge real beast below looks at the colorful crane flying in the sky with saliva.

In the center of the space is a stone tower that is ten thousand feet high, and the stone tower has a total of ninety-nine weights, but on this day, the entire stone tower was wrapped in a thick illusory flame, attracting the old guys who were silent all over this space.

Woohoo!

Streamers of light came towards the stone tower, and these old guys were full of decay and vicissitudes, obviously the years of silence were not short.

"Clan master, the clan fire is changing, is there something happening? The old man's voice rang out, his eyes contemplative.

More than twenty old men appeared outside the stone tower, all of them looking towards a middle-aged warrior in a cyan robe, the strange thing is that the middle-aged warrior does not look like a real flesh and blood, but more like a spiritual body.

The middle-aged clan lord shook his head and said loudly, "Wait for the high priest to come out." ”

Soon, an old figure walked out of the stone tower, his body had already formed a clump, and his steps were staggering, but even so, the warriors standing around him showed a touch of awe when they looked at him.

"High Priest, what's going on, my Qingyang Clan's fire has not changed for three thousand years, could it be that something has happened?"

The old high priest shook his head, and the wide beast robe covered his body, so that people could not see his appearance clearly, only two black holes.

"Clan master, just now the picture scroll of Qingyang Ancestral Land floated out of the clan fire, it should be a certain vein scattered in the Great Wilderness to trace the origin and find the ancestral vein. ”

"As for why the clan fire is so powerful, it should be this bloodline that awakens the silent emperor. ”

What the!

Awaken the Emperor!

Compared with the shock of the surrounding warriors, the eyes of the old high priest showed a touch of agitation, after 100,000 years, the silent Qingyang Emperor showed signs of recovery again.

"Then what are you waiting for, get them back, the Qingyang Emperor must not be left in the outer branches, we are the real main vein. ”

An elder said eagerly, and the aura on his body fluctuated even more.

"Yes, yes, the emperor must not be left behind, the Qingyang clan has been silent for 100,000 years, and the heavens have forgotten the majesty of Qingyang, and they must definitely get it back?"

Compared to the excited elders, the middle-aged martial artist was not so excited, and said, "High Priest, what should we do, find the Qingyang branch that has been scattered outside and join my main sect?"

"The sixteen emperors of the Qingyang calendar, there are twenty-one emperors in the clan, and there are still branches of the main sect. ”

The high priest shook his head, "The Qingyang clan has been silent for 100,000 years, we need this emperor name, Qingyang needs this emperor name." ”

With his body bent, the high priest turned and walked towards the stone tower, leaving behind the noisy elders.

At this moment, the middle-aged clan master's body fluctuated slightly, and the old man's voice disappeared into his ears.

"Clan master, the old man can't find where that branch lives in, it seems to be shrouded in a powerful fog, there should be a strong existence guarding this Qingyang bloodline, the Qingyang Emperor is the emperor name of countless Qingyang branch bloodlines in the mountains and seas wilderness, I hope the clan master will think twice when making a decision.

"It's been 100,000 years, we've waited too long, and a complete Qingyang will have more powerful combat power. ”

The old figure locked himself in the dark stone tower, he was only the high priest, even though he was respected by the entire clan, but it was a pity that the clan that had multiplied for a long time, in which the factions were intertwined and tilted, it was already difficult to unravel.

I only hope that there will be people in the clan who understand and tell these words to the patriarch, and I only hope that I will be able to heed his advice.

......

"Ah Huan, what's wrong with you?"

Looking at Qingyang Huan looking at the torn heavenly dome, the Holy Face Heavenly Maiden asked.

"It looks like someone was contacting me just now. ”

Suppress the doubts in his eyes, perception is not wrong, why did he disappear halfway, and the inspection was fruitless Qingyang Huan could only give up.

"It's time to go. ”

Suddenly, the two glanced at each other, and then looked at Qingyangbori and the others who were immersed in joy below.

Worshipping in the void, Qingyangju and the others seemed to notice it, and looked towards the sky, where was there still Qingyanghuan and Shengyan.