Qingyang Huan was silent in the ancestral hall, and began to cross time and space, pursuing the glory of the ancestors, and Gu Buxian was not idle.

Outside Haoyuan's territory, there are more continents and floating mountains filled with demonic energy, and these continents and floating mountains are somewhat dilapidated and barren.

Not only that, the void is shaking, dragons are flying and phoenixes are dancing, and continents and floating mountains are being dragged back from the void.

This is the former clan land of the Hanqi world, and at this moment, it was crossed the void by the power of the great king, dragged out of Haoyuan, and revolved around the huge Haoyuan world.

The eyes of the people of the Han tribe showed excitement, they did not expect that they would be able to return to their former home again after two hundred years.

Even if the mainland and Fushan looked dilapidated, in their eyes, they still felt magnificent from the Tianque Divine Palace.

The human and demon races did not enter the Haoyuan Continent to live and reproduce, although their human blood and demon blood were mixed, they were not human and demon, and they were borderline between the two races, and the place where they lived would gradually derive demonic energy.

Moreover, they were not suitable for living with the human race, so Qingyang Huan dragged the continent and floating island where he originally lived, and turned into a void floating land suspended outside the Haoyuan world.

As the continents were dragged over, the clansmen of the Hanqi family returned to the clan land, but unfortunately the two hundred years of wandering made the clan seriously attrition, and the clan land seemed even more empty.

After more than ten days, the noise on the suspended continent outside Haoyuan gradually subsided, and the clansmen of the Hanqi family began to stabilize.

In the territory of Haoyuan, the high priest was very busy, and he moved out all the sacrificial beast blood incense that had been accumulated over the years, some of which had been more than tens of thousands of years old, and were left by the previous generation and the previous generation of high priests.

Each generation of high priests will make the beast blood incense to dry and store, the more years of the heavy beast blood incense, the more intense and deep the aroma will be, don't underestimate this beast blood incense, the beast blood incense that has been blessed by the high priest's spell has the power to awaken the ancestors' silent thoughts.

A long time ago, in the southern wilderness of the Terran Extreme South Land, that generation of Emperor Clan Changgong Clan disappeared in the long river of time and space, and the emperor position in the clan was suspended, and was detected by the Heavenly Dog Clan's Diye Emperor Clan, and the Diye Dog Emperor directly broke the Terran Heavenly Pass and descended on the Longbow Clan, wanting to take the opportunity to destroy the human race.

It was at the time of the crisis of the arrival of the Emperor of the Night Dog that the high priest of that generation of the Imperial Clan invited the three branches of the Divine Incense of the Era cherished by the Longbow Emperor to light it, and the remnants of several generations of the Longbow Emperor were attracted to fight with the Emperor of the Night Dog, and finally repelled the Emperor of the Night Dog.

It can be said that the quality of the production of animal blood incense is also related to the fortune of the clan to a certain extent.

It's a pity that the Qingyang clan's oldest sacrificial beast blood incense is only 36,000 years, and it is still left by the high priest of the previous generation, and there are only six branches in total.

At this moment, the high priest was ruthless, and invited all the beast blood incense out and lit it.

The six branches of beast blood incense, each one the thickness of an arm, about half a zhang long, as black as graphite, are imprinted with obscure runes under the hard and weathered appearance, and each rune seems to be like a small world of evolution.

At this moment, outside the ancestral hall, the high priest sat cross-legged, he changed into the ancient sacrificial robe passed down by the high priests of the past generations, and his face was once again covered with various snake-like lines, leaving only a pair of black eyes.

Behind him were a thousand boys and girls under the age of ten selected from the Qingyang clan, each wearing a wide sacrificial robe, his face was covered with lines, his small eyes were full of piety, and he respectfully held three lit beast blood incense in his hands.

Outside, there are the elders and deacons of various branches of the Qingyang clan, and the Qingyang Army that has just been formed, as well as many clansmen.

Six branches of beast blood incense that are more than 36,000 years old, each branch is like a torch in the dimness, flickering with firelight, illuminating the void, and the diffuse fragrance exudes a kind of gray whiteness, lingering in the sky above the ancestral hall within a radius of ten miles.

The accumulated aroma tumbled like an ocean, and the ocean that was abruptly suspended above cracked a big opening, like a surging river finding a pouring mouth, turning into a thick river pouring down.

The huge aroma river reached the sky completely, directly piercing the dome wall of Haoyuan's territory, and between the gray-white aroma tumbling, it began to derive all kinds of brilliance, and the illusory swimming dragons in the fragrance were generated, forming an illusory gate in the void.

Behind the illusory gate, a heavenly palace is hazy like a mirage, the dragon dances in the heavenly palace, the sky is horizontal, in the palace of the gods, there is a towering figure like a god in a trance, each one is extremely tall, and the figure is hazy.

Seeing such a scene, the high priest's eyes showed a hint of surprise, not only him, but also Qingyang Jiong, who was far away from the ancestral hall and temporarily ruled the entire clan, also showed a look of surprise in his eyes.

Qingyang, the imperial family, started from Qingyang Mountain in the Eastern Wilderness, with the mountain as the clan land, and now the afterimage of the past caused by the blood incense of the sacrificial beast, but it is not the ancestral land of Qingyang.

"Is it so?"

At this moment, the High Priest thought of it, and the Great Elder Qing Yangjiong also thought of it.

Ancient Taihao Shrine.

The oldest ancestral land of the Qingyang Imperial Clan!

Rumble!

In the ancestral hall, Qingyang Huan's body was shrouded in an ancient and decaying aura, and when he breathed, it seemed to be in harmony with the rhythm of heaven and earth, vaguely integrated with heaven and earth.

In front of him, a stone gate ten thousand times smaller than the outside appeared, and the divine palace behind the stone gate was even clearer, and the spiritual world in his body rippled, and the battle spirit was derived.

As a soul mind, the battle spirit is more real, like a real person, and even looks like flesh and blood.

The battle spirit stepped into his body, and four illusory reincarnation gates were suspended behind him, and the reincarnation divine light was spread under his feet, extending into the divine gate behind the stone gate.

"Haha, this is my bloodline descendant of Qingyang Hip......"

Between the temples, there were many majestic figures standing, like gods, taller than the temple, and for a while, a phantom figure carrying three flame battle flags behind his back roared.

There was a hint of enlightenment in Qingyang Huan's eyes, this is the time and space that belongs to the existence of the Qingyang Emperor's seal, as early as the era of the Qingyang Emperor's previous emperors, they have traced back to their distant ancestors before ancient times.

Among the many great emperors standing, in the deepest part of the temple, an illusory divine seat stands directly in the void, under the divine seat, the aura is like the sea, and a hazy figure sits on it, although the figure is only an outline, but Qingyang Huan knows that it is the ancient Taihao Emperor.

"It's been a long time since a descendant came, and it seems that something has happened in the clan. ”

"Since you can come here, it means that Qingyang still has hope. ”

"Don't be afraid, juniors, this is just a mark we left in the imperial seal. ”

......

More than a dozen emperors were one by one, as if they hadn't spoken for a long time, and they couldn't care about anything else at this moment, and they all said out loud, each of which was like the thunder of heaven and earth, which shook Qingyanghuan's ears and buzzed.

"Boy, you are very good, if you want to enter the imperial seal, in addition to getting the imperial seal, you also need to be recognized by the bloodline clan, it seems that you have done it, how good it is for the family to be united." ”

"Do you want to get the way to become an emperor?"

......

Qingyang Huan endured the rumbling thunder in his ears, but his eyes were attracted by the back of the divine seat, hazy only the silhouette of the figure, without the slightest sign of opening his eyes, a pair of perforated eyes, it seemed that he could see the void behind from the front.

Moreover, Qingyanghuan saw the ancient time and space, the desolate earth from this eye, and the mountains and rivers world that is more primitive and barren than the mountains and seas today.

At this moment, he seemed to feel that he was being seen through by the figure on the throne.

"The years go by and on, and the fate that can't be avoided is still a head below him after all. ”

The figure on the throne of the god spoke, the voice was very light, but it suppressed the thunder of the surrounding emperors, and for a while, all the emperors were silent, and they were as well-behaved as little beasts.

This unclear sentence, Qing Yanghuan understood that he was saying it to himself, although he didn't know why he had such a feeling, but such a thought flashed in his heart.

"Good. ”

As these words fell, the phantom eyes on the throne of the god closed, and the green smoke of the body began to drift between the heavens and the earth, never to be seen again.

"Junior boy, do you want to know the way to become an emperor?"

Seeing that the figure on the divine seat disappeared, a towering figure standing in the temple once again cast his eyes on Qingyang Huan's body, and each eye was like a blazing sun, illuminating his battle spirit shaking violently, as if it was about to disappear.

"The way to become an emperor, the way of this emperor is to kill himself step by step. ”

"What is the emperor's way, transcending fate, controlling the law alone, how can there be a shortcut!"

"Transcend fate, step on the reincarnation, it is the life of the emperor, there are speculative kings in heaven and earth, have you ever heard of speculative people who ascend to the throne!"

"The emperor's way, his own way, he can't even walk his own way, and he still wants to step on the road ahead to become the emperor, dreaming!"

......

Qingyang Huan moved his mouth, but he didn't say a word, and he was sprayed all over his face by the ancestors of the past dynasties, could it be that these ancestors were all emperors with their mouths, he speculated with ill intentions in his heart.

"Little hip, your bloodline descendants are not honest in their hearts, and they actually said that we were the emperors with a cannon and beat him to death. ”

Qingyang Huan was stunned, he suddenly remembered that he had come here to the state of battle spirit, and his mental fluctuations could not be concealed at all.

Slander the ancestors!

"Lao Tzu's descendants, if you want to beat it, you have to come first, and I will continue to fight you when I am tired. ”

......

"Ancestors, there is something in the clan, farewell, farewell. ”

In a hurry, Qingyang Huan retreated again and again, in fact, he had already had a trace of speculation in his heart, the so-called way to become an emperor had no shortcuts at all, and now it was finally confirmed.

Emperor Dao, his own Dao, if you even have to sneak and play tricks on your own Dao, what kind of martial arts do you cultivate.

The king has the mandate of the king to succeed as the king, but the emperor does not have the slightest luck, the so-called emperor's way, is to find his own way.

It seems simple, but there are billions of heavenly beings, and how many emperors are there?

"If you want to run, close the door. ”

The stone door closed with a bang, and Qingyang Huan was locked inside, looking at a figure with ill intentions, a little afraid.

"Boy, let's talk about what has happened in the clan after so many years. ”

Fortunately, the marks left by these ancestors did not beat him violently, but they were very concerned about the bloodline descendants behind him, and Qingyang Huan did not hide it and told it one by one.

In fact, these ancestors have already passed away, and they only left such a trace of spiritual sense, and they can't even get out of the emperor's seal, but they can't cut off the bloodline.

Knowing the news of the collapse of the Qingyang Emperor Clan, the emperors of all dynasties were silent, and for a while, the temple disappeared without a sound.

"Ups and downs are the law of all things, so there's nothing to worry about. ”

Finally, an old emperor spoke up, he was the first generation ancestor of the Qingyang clan, Qingyang Hong, and the first generation of Qingyang Emperor, and his breath was the weakest among the emperors, and only a wisp of green smoke was left.

And when Qingyang Huan looked at each other, he also knew the true origin of the Qingyang clan, it turned out that the first generation of the emperor Qingyang Hong got the ancestral relics when he was young, that is, the rough embryo of this imperial seal, which was a broken spear.

It is precisely because of this that Qingyanghong rose and established a clan with Qingyang.

The Qingyang clan started from Taihao, but in the long years, there were many Taihao bloodlines, and they had experienced ancient and medieval years, and the branches had long been unclear, and even the Jinyang clan in the southern wilderness was also a branch of the Taihao bloodline.

It can be said that the blood of the ancient royal descendants has long flowed in the ordinary Great Wilderness tribes, and it is not with everyone.

"Someone is here, everything will be re-owned, and the existence of our old guys is to prevent Qingyang from completely declining. ”

"Baptize the little cub, Qingyang will not be destroyed. ”

......

Qingyang Huan looked at a majestic figure and said loudly, the emperor is beyond the long river of fate, but he can't escape the fetters of blood, no wonder he felt that if he wanted to know the emperor's road, he needed to gather the entire Qingyang clan, and the original root was here.

The first generation of the Great Emperor of Qingyang was obtained from the relics of the ancient emperors, and in ancient times, the human race faced a more dangerous external environment, and every human blood descendant needed to unite and rely on each other, which was derived from the will of the human bloodline, and this will was also passed on to the Qingyang clan.

Even not just the Qingyang clan, looking at the entire land of the human race, there exists, from a small tribe to the entire human race.

In ancient times, the reason why the Terrans defeated a strong enemy and ended an era was because the Terrans were united and worked together.

If he didn't integrate Qingyang and reunite the clan, even if he got the Qingyang Emperor Seal, he might not be able to open it and enter here.

Although the answer to Emperor Cheng was the same as the vague guess in his heart, so that it felt so simple now, for a martial artist, it was easy to get through, and it was difficult to get through it.

Emperor's way, his own way!

Go your own way, Wang Jing has not stepped on reincarnation because of his will, and he can have an opportunistic way, but for the emperor, he has broken through the six paths and wandered the long river of fate, which is the great rule of heaven and earth, where there is an opportunity.

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When Qingyang Huan communicated with the ancestors of the past dynasties, two million miles east of the Guixu World, the human race was in the Western Desolate Demon Domain, and an ancient city covering an area of thousands of miles in the center of the Demon Domain was full of demonic energy.

The huge void shifting array in the city flashed with silver light, piercing the monstrous demonic energy, and a pitch-black demon horn pierced the void and manifested, this demonic horn was as huge as Shenyue, flashing with black light, exuding a cold metal aura, and even mixed with a thick bloody aura.

Click!

The silver light flashed, and the huge black horn broke through the void, revealing a black warship that was five hundred zhang long, and the ten thousand magic flags on the warship hunted and hunted, blowing and distorting the void for millions of miles, exuding a desolate iron-blooded aura, making ten thousand beasts hibernate, and the eyes of countless human and demon warriors in the demon city showed burning heat.