The land of the East is silent.

Long.

The golden light that shrouded the South Heavenly Gate, as well as the trace of that made all the people on the earth tremble, and a trace of terrifying Diwei was born from their hearts.

Finally faded away.

But everyone.

But he couldn't recover from the scene just now and the sound of vibration.

He still kept his head up, his eyes staring, his mouth wide open, and his face full of horror and stunned.

A breeze blows.

Blowing across the whole of the eastern land.

Everyone is petrified.

Heavenly Immortals.

The same is true.

They were shocked and incredulous in their hearts, but compared to the monks in the world below, they felt more sighs in their hearts.

None of them expected it.

In just five years.

The little girl An Qianmeng, who was only eleven years old, was just born now, and not only did her cultivation increase dramatically, but she also had a trace of imperial power.

In the presence of the One.

They are clear.

Even if he is a mortal with no background, he can make him the strongest among the monks.

But the strong are easy to be.

Mood.

Temperament.

Aura.

These three things are very difficult for a strong monk to master, let alone an existence like the Lord of Heavenly Court, and the three things are even more above the immortals.

But who would have thought.

In that scene just now, they could already fully feel that an emperor and a godless person were born!

But.

That hint of Diwei.

But they felt a little familiar, a little bit like ...... The Lord of the Ancient Heavenly Court - Haotian!

"Erlang God, do you feel ......?"

Before the words of the Monkey King were finished, Yang Jian, the Manifest Sage True Monarch, interrupted him.

"Do you also want to say that this trace of imperial power is very similar to the Emperor Haotian?"

looked at Sun Wukong, who also looked sluggish.

Erlang God Yang Jian's heart also felt palpitations, and his face was full of shock.

The relationship between An Qianmeng and Emperor Haotian.

Except for them, the Nine Spirits Yuan Sheng, and a few disciples, no one knew.

In five years.

They have had various speculations that An Qianmeng may be the self-styled descendant of Emperor Haotian, in this life, the Eight Prisons and Nine Turns of the Town Emperor Field appeared on the earth, so that the consciousness of this self-styled descendant was devoted to An Qianmeng.

Or or.

An Qianmeng may be the Emperor Haotian, the reincarnation of a certain disciple.

But now it seems.

All these speculations are probably very wrong, judging from the trace of Diwei that was revealed just now.

In their eyes, An Qianmeng, who is only a teenager and extremely immature, has a relationship with Emperor Haotian that is definitely more than above.

This moment.

Monkey King and Monkey King and Manifest Sage True Monarch Yang Jian, the two of them immediately looked at each other, as if they both thought of something, their eyes suddenly condensed slightly, their mouths opened wide, their faces were full of shock, and they said in unison:

"No...... No, she's the reincarnation of Emperor Haotian, right?"

The voice fell.

In a flash.

Outside the majestic and majestic Nantian Gate, there was silence, when a slender, tall, purple skirt figure, with a calm face, slowly walked out of the Nantian Gate.

This moment.

The figure in the purple dress.

In the extremely shocking gaze of the Monkey King and the Manifest Sage True Monarch Yang Jian, it instantly seemed to overlap with someone, and suddenly their eyes were confused, and they murmured:

"Emperor Haotian, return to ...... It's back. ”

All the monks of the world below.

Not qualified to know all this yet.

But there is a point.

They know it all too well.

The new Lord of Heavenly Court, who had been questioned in their hearts five years ago, was a sixteen-year-old girl An Qianmeng.

Now it is born.

It had already reached the realm of making the immortals of the Heavenly Court look up to it, and it made their hearts tremble even more when the monks below them.

Many royal families.

Looking at the direction of Jinling's home, all eyes popped up, and they couldn't suppress the envy at all.

Settle down.

It's really a supreme opportunity accumulated over eternity.

The youngest descendant of the family.

In one leap, he became the supreme lord of the heavenly court, and after that, this An family truly ascended to the status of the first clan on the earth!

But.

For the settlement of the moment.

Whether it is An Feng, or An Youbing and other An family members, excited, excited, but also take away a trace of palpitations in their hearts.

They make their home.

Identity today.

Although no one can compare, even the immortals of the Heavenly Court may have to treat each other with courtesy when they see them.

But at the end of the day.

They are just a small emperor-level family, and the strongest person in the clan is none other than their own emperor-level ancestor An Yuxiu.

But for today's world.

It's just barely just stepping into the Gu Immortals.

Although Gu Immortal.

In the entire eastern land, he is a strong man in the eyes of countless people, but in the entire galaxy, especially his relatives who are the lords of heaven, they are too cold.

An Feng is An Qianmeng's biological father.

Now.

I felt both happy and worried, especially when everyone in the An family heard that Chu Lingxiao had changed his name to An Hong, their faces showed a trace of helplessness.

Although I don't know Chu Lingxiao.

It's intentional.

Or unintentionally.

But they now know that in the future, there will be no An Qianmeng, the youngest descendant of the An family, and there will be no simple, innocent youngest sister and daughter in their eyes.

Only the Lord of Heaven.

Empress An Hong!

I can't help it.

The atmosphere of the entire mansion of the An family became extremely dull, and after a long time, An Feng, as the head of the An family, couldn't help but sigh and said:

"In the future, who is going to fight...... Under her banner, you should all know what the consequences will be. ”

A great home.

Echoing these words, everyone couldn't help but glance at each other and nodded silently.

In fact, everyone's heart.

All have different thoughts.

But no one dares to cross the line easily.

Meanwhile.

Inside the Imperial Base.

There was also a burst of hearty laughter.

Zhao Hengren and other emperor-level figures, all of them walked over to a Gu Immortal who looked like a middle-aged person and was still in a daze, and patted his shoulder.

"Yu Xiu, your An family gave birth to a good daughter. ”

"My descendant Ning Yu has just become a disciple of Yang Jian, the Manifest Saint True Monarch, and your An family has actually produced a Lord of the Heavenly Court. ”

"To be honest, five years ago, we were all a little skeptical, but now your ......"

An emperor figure who had reached the Gu Immortal wanted to speak again and again, and when the words came to his mouth, in the end, he just patted the shoulder of the ancestor of the An family with a hint of envy in his eyes.

All Emperor figures.

Looking at the ancestor of the An family, he was all envious, the veritable Lord of Heaven was very different from five years ago.

Merely.

The ancestor of the An family was in peace, but he looked at the decree in his hand that had been passed down from the heavenly court, and felt a bitter smile and helplessness.

"Let me join the heavenly court, it is really an opportunity that I can't cultivate in several lifetimes, but when I think of it, I, the ancestor of the An family, will have to kneel down and worship that ...... every day."

Said the end.

There was only a helpless sigh left.

Deep in the South Heavenly Gate.

His expression became more and more holy, sitting there cross-legged, like the queen of fairies, her skin was like snow, and her whole body exuded a noble and cold aura of Long Bingyao.

Suddenly.

The faint voice suddenly made Long Bingyao, like a kitten with its tail stepped on, her delicate body trembled, and her inviolable face was full of crimson.

"How long are you going to pretend?"