Jianchi Lake.

The purple qi rendered the heavenly dome, and the galaxy poured down like a waterfall of the heavenly river, mixed with the vast fortune of the Mi clan.

The purple light is like a tassel, flowing above the pond, and the strong spirituality lingers outside, bursting with an indescribable momentum.

Mi Jiang's body trembled, took a deep breath, stepped on the rich purple qi that lingered around his body, and walked towards the depths of Jianchi Lake.

As the contemporary patriarch of the Mi clan and the lord of the entire ancient kingdom of the Mi clan, he can naturally conform to the general trend of the ancient kingdom of the Mi clan.

Just as the human emperor can merge with the general trend of the luck of the entire human race, the Mi clan is a miniature version of the land of the human race, and he is also a miniature version of the luck of the human race.

The Gongbu Divine Sword in charge controls the ancient kingdom of the Mi family.

"Yue'er, this time you go with your father to the ancestral land of the Terran Buzhou Mountain. ”

After a stick of incense, a crisp sword roar came from the depths of Jianchi Lake.

In an instant, the entire lake was swept by the wind and clouds, like a violent storm, and swept through nine heavens and ten earths.

A purple light bloomed brightly, and the simple purple gas contained the vicissitudes and dignity accumulated since the Middle Ages, and burst out with a dazzling and immeasurable light.

Airplanes!

On the Mi Clan's continent, countless people felt it at this moment, and looked up towards the top of the stars in the east of the continent that could be suspended in the void.

The vicissitudes of life from the bloodline have caused the blood veins in the bodies of every ethnic group to tremble, and the noble qi has been silent for countless years, and it is still sacred.

Boom!

Purple light rushed from the top of the stars, piercing the falling galaxy and shattering the brilliant stars swirling around the starry sky.

The blazing purple sun hangs high over the starry sea, and the purple light shines forever and brightly.

For a while, the people of the Mi clan all subconsciously closed their eyes and fell to the ground reverently, feeling the call from their ancestors.

The sound of the Dao is humming, the void gives birth to purple lotus, and the grass and trees on the continent are swaying, quickly swallowing the tender buds, full of vitality, this is the sound of ancient sacrifices.

In the high hanging divine sun, a divine sword appeared.

The phantom spanned the void, the size of 10,000 zhang, like a bronze cast, carved with ancient patterns.

Excalibur is in the shape of an octagonal edge, and on each face, there are two bird seal inscriptions.

Fabrics.

It was also at this moment, in the depths of the Mi Clan's Continent, there were several obscure qi intertwined with each other, violently touching in the void, and then quickly separating.

"The inheritance of the two eras of our ancestors will be ruined by disdain for our descendants. ”

"Pity my Xia Qi clan, who was led by a kid like this, and he didn't ...... a son of man."

......

In Jianchi Lake, Mi Jiang walked out of the center of the lake with the gongfu in his hand, and the three-foot gongfu rang loudly, swirling with luxurious purple gas, and each wisp of purple gas slowly spread out a world scene.

Each scene is a scene of the life and reproduction of the Mi clan that once passed away, from the blue wisps of the road at the beginning of the founding of the country to the prosperity of the clan.

"Go on, those old things in the clan, if you want to rely on the old and sell the old, they can't fight back here when the old man is here. ”

The purple qi of the Mi clan was surging in the sky above the grandmother of the Mi clan, and without the suppression of the luck artifact cloth, the luck of the Mi clan began to wander, and it was difficult to condense as usual.

"Ancestor, aren't you going?"

"The old ancestor is not going, if he goes to the ancient country of the Qi family, he will really have to change the court, I have to guard the things here for your grandfather. ”

The grandmother-in-law of the Qi family squinted her eyes and looked through the world.

For a while, in the depths of the Mi Clan's Continent, several obscure qi engines were like rats seeing cats, and they no longer dared to make the slightest movement.

"Yue'er followed your father to Buzhou Mountain. ”

After speaking, the grandmother of the Mi family sighed softly, and her figure dissipated in place like foam.

"Daddy. ”

"Go to the ancestral land of the human race with Daddy, without the presence of the luck artifact, your body ......"

Mi Jiang also sighed lightly, this problem in her daughter, only when she stays with the Zhen clan artifact, will she not riot.

What kind of evil did he create to make his daughter suffer such a punishment, and his qi can turn into bad luck in an instant, and even the people of the clan regard it as a disaster.

On one side is the clan, he is in charge of the clan, and on the other side is the daughter, he is a father, and it is really difficult to choose.

"Let's go, the rise and fall of the Mi clan is not for you to bear as a little woman, there is Daddy. ”

......

Wanyuan.

Towering into the top of the sky, a huge dragon's nest hangs in the air, the vast golden light envelops all directions, the dragon groans, and the sound is like thunder.

The surging dragon power, each like the Shenyue Mountains is rooted in the void, surrounding the dragon's nest.

Recite!

Above the void, a snow-white and crystalline, lilac dragon shadow pressed against the sky, exuding a noble and ancient atmosphere.

"Little uncle, are your fists powerful?"

On the top of the mountain, the wind is cold, the wind is surging, and the monkey-like boy jumps up and down, slippery like a loach, scurrying left and right.

"Let me tell you quietly, my father was beaten. ”

"Peng Dalong. ”

An angry roar sounded, and Peng Wan's face turned red, I really doubt that this is his own birth, has he demolished his own Lao Tzu Tai like this.

For the angry Peng Wanli, Peng Dalong didn't seem to be afraid at all, leaning on Qingyanghuan's side, sticking out his tongue and making a grimace.

"That's it, that's it, little uncle Long'er didn't lie to you. ”

On the top of the lonely peak cliff, the white stone is the table, sitting on the ground, and Peng Wanli puts down the blood wine jar.

"If you dare to drink secretly, I will lock you in the forbidden room. ”

Suddenly, the little guy shuddered, and the little hand that had just stretched out was taken back.

"Little uncle, I'll tell you about my daddy......"

Picking up the little guy, Peng Wanli threw it towards the bottom of the churning sea of clouds next to him.

Biological one, not distressed at all.

"Little uncle, my dad was beaten. ”

Filled with the heavenly wind, the immature voice came up from the bottom of the cliff.

Not long after, a little guy at the bottom of the cliff climbed the cliff, and climbed up again like a monkey, grimacing at Peng Wanli.

"I have given birth to an ancestor. ”

For his own leather monkey who doesn't remember to eat or fight, Peng Wanli really has a headache.

Especially when the Dragon Dance retreat was promoted to the Emperor Realm, good guy, this little thing has completely let himself go, and he is not afraid of him at all.

Peng Wanli, who patted his forehead, deliberately didn't take care of this annoying little thing of his own, and said to Qingyang Huan opposite: "The ancestor of the Jinpeng Emperor Clan was originally a disciple of one of the hundred families of the sons of Jixia Dongtian.

When the ancestor left Jixia Cave Heaven back then, he was not promoted to the king realm, but was just an ordinary half-king.

It wasn't until the third generation of ancestors down from the ancestor that the Jinpeng clan made a fortune and awakened the Kunpeng bloodline.

Speaking of which, the relationship between the clan and Jixia Dongtian is already very estranged, but this is not the case from the perspective of outside martial artists, this time Jixia Dongtian wants to completely include my clan in the Dongtian force. ”

"Senior brother, leave it to me. ”

Senior Brother Qingyang Huan said.

"No matter what the outside world thinks, whether the Jinpeng Emperor Clan has anything to do with Jixia Dongtian, what the relationship is, whether it is close or estranged, there is no difference between the junior and the disciple. ”

With the accumulation of rich luck on his body, Qingyang Huan's perception of humane luck became clearer and clearer, and one thing was quickly traced back to its origin.

"It's true that Jixia Dongtian wants to revitalize the general trend, and we don't want to interfere with them, but if we pay attention to you and my brother, we are looking for the wrong person. ”

Squinting his eyes, Qingyang Huan thought about it, and had to say that Jixia Dongtian's vision was really not bad.

"If you want to carry the magnificent general trend, you naturally need the corresponding strength, the powerhouse of the Jinpeng Emperor Clan Emperor Realm is missing, is there any better fat meat than this in the eyes of Jixia Dongtian?"

"Senior brother, you ......"

Peng Wanli shook his head gently, this junior brother of his own family may not know how much storm the outside world has caused because of him.

It's simply a storm, the enemy of the heavens.

Now looking at the posture of the junior and younger brothers, it is simply a troublemaker, and I don't dislike it.

But at the moment, it seems that the affairs of the clan are really the most suitable for the junior brother to come forward.

He doesn't care about any bullshit, what is not famous, and he can't eat or drink.

However, the old men in the family cared and regarded the reputation of the Jinpeng Emperor clan as more important than life, which restrained his hands and feet.

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