Chapter 32: Worthy of the Times

The sound of horses' hooves exploded.

The Burning Ghost led a thousand black dragon guards and stopped in front of the Lin Clan's mansion.

The pungent smell of blood came to my face.

The Burning Ghost frowned slightly, and sent someone in to investigate.

"Tell the general, the Lin family was destroyed, and none of them survived. ”

After a while, the investigators came out and reported bad news.

The Burning Ghost nodded calmly, pulled the reins of the warhorse, turned the horse's head, and returned the same way.

The sound of horses' hooves faded away.

As if never came.

"Lin Feng, you are confused!"

"Clans like ours are all trying to survive in the cracks, guarding one acre and three points of land......"

"You don't have the strength, but you want to be a pawn, become a vassal of the top magnates, thinking that you can lead the family to rise in this way, but you don't know that this is a dangerous road of life and death......"

The patriarch of the Fan clan looked at the Lin Clan's mansion that was shrouded in blood, and said with a lonely face.

The rabbit died and the fox was sad.

He seemed to see the future of the Fan family in the Lin family.

A hundred years of laypeople, a thousand years of clans, a thousand years of dynasties, in this world, is there an eternal power?

............

Shaojun's Mansion, the main hall!

"Your Royal Highness, more than 3,000 people in the Huang clan have all been executed, and individual survivors have also issued wanted notices. ”

"As for the Lin family's side, there was a slight accident, and someone had already done it before the last general arrived. ”

The Burning Ghost stood in the center of the temple, dressed in armor and carrying the evil aura that had not yet dissipated after the killing.

"Although the strength of the Lin family is not strong, it is not necessarily weak, and the murderer can destroy the clan without alarming outsiders, which shows that he is a strong immortal. ”

Yu Qian stepped forward and said, his face solemn.

After the Burning Ghost returned, he mobilized all the intelligence agencies of the Shaojun Mansion to investigate the murderer of the Lin family, but he found nothing.

After the two finished speaking, their eyes looked straight ahead.

There, Yu Shaojun was on the throne, with a jade crown in his hair, and a four-clawed golden dragon robe, which was extremely majestic.

Behind him, the wine sword fairy held the wine jug, leaning against a wall, drunk.

The Howling Sky Dog squinted and lay at Yu Shaojun's feet.

"Immortal ......"

Yu Shaojun propped his chin, his eyes flashing.

In the realm of Yujing, there are only a few forces that can dispatch immortals.

Yu royal family, Deng family, Tian family, Dong family, Changsun family......

Who could it be?

"Let's wait and see what happens!"

After thinking about it for a while, Yu Shaojun's voice came out, since he couldn't figure it out, he simply stopped dwelling on this matter.

At the moment, he has one more important thing to do.

It's almost time to get to that day.

The hour hand of fate is almost coming to an end.

............

Taoism, lotus pond.

Chen Dong was wearing a black robe, holding a wooden sword in his left hand, walking by the lotus pond like a fairyland.

He had no place to return.

Alone, walking blindly and aimlessly, looking at the lotus flowers, watching the water waves.

"It's been five days!"

Walking through the lotus pond, Chendong stopped, full of emotion, in just a few days, he had experienced too much, subverting all the previous situations.

Ahead, there is a stone cliff that blocks the way forward.

This stone cliff is more than a dozen zhang high, which is only a slight jump to the height of a cultivator, but for him who has not cultivated, it is an unattainable distance.

Qingquan Stone is upstream, and Jin Lian is noisy.

At the bottom of the stone cliff, a golden lotus blooms, with a faint golden light, which is unique.

Chen Dong's gaze involuntarily looked at Jin Lian, stunned, and couldn't take his eyes off it.

"It's ......"

The ghost sent the gods, Chen Dong stretched out his right hand and put it on the golden lotus petals, and in an instant, a golden pillar of light rushed straight into the nine skies.

Celestial vault, break a hole.

Countless rays of light fill the sky, and each ray of light reveals the ultimate truth, and a simple look at it makes you feel that your soul has been purified.

Countless flying dragons roar, thousands of birds and phoenixes, forming a wonderful musical note, which is the sound of nature, falling in the ears of living beings, giving the most beautiful enjoyment.

Countless golden lotuses emerge, with a rich aura, falling on the top of the mountain, the mountain manifests, falls on the grassland, the cold winter flowers bloom, falls on the forest, the dead trees fall in spring, and falls on the living beings, giving a creation.

"A gift from heaven!"

Countless living beings have been blessed and have knelt on the ground to worship with respect, as if they were on a pilgrimage.

"God-given creation, a new era, has begun!"

"The way of heaven is revealed, the bottleneck of becoming an immortal will be weakened, and this seat has been waiting for hundreds of years, and finally waiting for the opportunity to become an immortal. ”

"In the last era, Yu Tianfang, Pu Daozi, and Jing Chu led the way, in this era, who will scold Fang Xuan?"

Many sleeping ancestors, the giant power of retreat, opened their eyes one after another at the moment of golden light, and a stream of powerful energy filled the whole world.

At this time, the Endless Continent was full of divine light, looking from the boundless void, crystal clear and brilliant.

Especially the Taoist sect, it is like a round of scorching sun, shining for hundreds of millions of miles.

"Daojun, Heavenly Dao Old Man, this palace is in the South Heavenly Gate, waiting for you. ”

Yu Shaojun looked up at the sky, his eyes widened, domineering, the revenge of the previous life began to be avenged in this life!

In this world, in this era, there is only one protagonist.

This protagonist can only be himself.

"Patriarch Deng, it's time to act!"

Deng Mansion, the immortal in the world pinched the copper coin, his face turned red, and his heart was very excited, just like a hungry and thirsty man, seeing the delicacies in the jade plate.

The uncrowned king of this era, he also has to fight hard.

If he didn't call the heart of the king, how could his name be called a human immortal?

Immortal!

The immortals in the world should be worshiped by the people, and there are no more people above the clouds.

Demon Emperor Palace.

A strong man of the famous demon clan roared in the sky, venting the emotions in his heart.

"White hair, I have sealed you for three thousand years, just so that today, the golden age of cultivation has arrived, and the future of the demon clan depends on you!"

On the top of the East Mountain, there is a crystal coffin, suspended in the void.

A purple-haired man walked down the stone steps to the coffin, looking at the figure lying quietly in the coffin for three thousand years, his face was full of tenderness.

Three thousand years of alternation of the sun and the moon finally ushered in today.

Gray hair, wake up!

This is your time, you will become the emperor of the demon clan, lead the race, reproduce the glory of antiquity, and set up a great hall above the nine heavens, replace the heavens, and rule the world.

In the crack of the abyss, a black lotus bloomed, and out of a young man, countless demons knelt down.

The demonic energy is rolling, and the underground world is in a state of boiling.

Leaving the volcano in the south, ten phoenixes circled, their wings fanned, and the sky was covered with fireworks.

"Cry~"

In the mountain pass, a nine-colored young phoenix flew out, bathing in the fire, flashing its smart eyes.

Not far away, the real dragon, Xuanwu, and the white tiger looked at the born phoenix with envy on their faces.

At this moment, the times began to change.

At this moment, the wheel of fortune is officially opened.

This is a golden age of cultivation......

This is a fortunate era, where the world's heroes come out and stage wonderful legends.

It was also a tragic time, where the strong were above everything and the weak were humbled to survive.

But this is what happened later, and at this time, everyone has the same goal in mind.

But beg, worthy of the times!