In the temple shrouded in gray mist, Ye Han was still sitting on the throne of the god, looking at the one-armed man under the hall who looked a little sluggish, his eyes narrowed slightly, but there was an indifferent look in his eyes.

It's just that his face is calm at this time, in fact, he is also a little surprised in his heart, every royal martial artist is extremely proud, and he didn't expect that the martial king in front of him would actually give him the gift of his junior, and he couldn't cry or laugh for a while.

It's just that what he thinks about in his heart, his face has not shown the slightest, although there is a gray aura shrouded, he is not worried that he will be seen by the person in His Highness, but after all, he still has to be a little solemn.

After all, at this time, he did not represent himself, but an ancient sect, the ruler who had awakened after a long period of time.

With a glimmer of light in Ye Han's eyes, under the shroud of the thick gray mist, a small magic disk in his hand slowly operated, and the gray mist rolled, enveloping everything, and even the amazing starlight in it did not leak out.

In this temple, he has supreme authority, and the gray mist with the power of ten thousand transformations seems to be able to be mobilized at will according to his will, and it is not difficult to suppress the royal road below.

But what Ye Han wanted was not a strong suppression, but wanted to convince him.

One of the four great families of Xuanzhou, there are not many royal martial artists among the You clan who are in charge of the world's speed, and those who have cultivated to this realm must not have a low status in it.

For such a family martial artist, he didn't have the idea of completely pulling him into the sect, but if he laid a brand belonging to the Xuantian Dao Sect on his body and mind, and turned it into an elder outside the sect, it would be a very good chess piece.

The foundation of the Xuantian Dao Sect is really too thin.

Behind You Daojian, the god general who had been raising his hand to suppress him seemed to notice something, slowly withdrew the palm that was pressed on his arm, bowed his head slightly to the towering divine seat, turned around and walked outside the main hall.

You Daojian noticed that the huge force on his body had receded, and even his original obscure True Yuan had resumed its flow, and he couldn't help but be a little surprised. glanced back at the god general who walked without hesitation, and couldn't help but show a wry smile.

Coming to this mysterious hall and facing an ancient supreme who was high on the divine platform, how much ability could he use? No wonder that man walked so simply.

However, at this moment, a majestic voice sounded in this hall, and the Dao sound like the Nine Heavens Immortal God echoed above the void, spreading to every corner of this hall, making the Martial King who had recovered his cultivation tremble.

[Who are you and what are you here?]

You Daojian subconsciously raised his head, but what came into his eyes was only a hazy gray gas, and it was difficult to see the true face, so he lowered his head again in a hurry.

"The younger generation You Daojian, born in Xuanzhou Broken Sky City, left the family to travel the world eight years ago, accidentally noticed the changes in this world, and felt a little in the dark, in order to pursue that ethereal opportunity, and did not have the heart ......to be the enemy of the predecessors."

[The physical body is cut off, the blood and qi are defected, the origin is dissolved, and the Dao foundation is cracked...... Your realm has stopped here, and it should be to make up for the shortcomings by seeking that opportunity......]

An ancient and majestic voice echoed from the hall, and with his words, You Daojian's face became paler and paler, until at last, it was as white as paper.

"Ask the seniors for guidance, can the younger generations continue the path......"

You Daojian bowed directly this time and made a big salute, which was almost begging for a king.

A martial king, although the loss of an arm will greatly affect his cultivation and combat power, it may not cause such a domineering defect to him, so that he has not taken a step forward in the past ten years.

Indeed, as the Lord of the Throne had said, he had already injured his Origin back then, and the knife that severed his arm had also slashed down on his Dao foundation, leaving an irreparable scar.

The broken arm is just a creation of the physical body, but the source of the damage is really difficult to make up, and the foundation of a body of cultivation is even more mysterious, even if it is the existence of the Nine Heavens of the Royal Dao, it is difficult to explain this hidden power.

Being able to cultivate to the realm of the Martial King, and also cultivating the snow stepping body method of the You clan to the mysterious realm of stepping on the snow and traveling to the sky, You Daojian was originally also a proud son of the sky. Mo said that among the You clan, even the Xuanzhou Grand Event of the year had a place for him.

But after all, there was this defeat, after the first battle, his right arm was cut off, although he did not lose his life, but it left an unimaginable wound.

Yes, it is the Dao Injury, the Death of the Great Dao, in addition to the power of the mysterious and mysterious, how can ordinary magic completely abolish a martial king.

[The loss of blood qi is nothing, although there are very few people in the world who can repair the creation of the origin, but it is not difficult for this seat......]

A green aura rippled slightly between Ye Han's fingers, and the power of vitality was naturally very suitable for the origin of repairing people.

[Dan Doke......]

You Daojian looked at the figure in the gray mist and shook his head slightly, the expression on his face suddenly darkened, his body shook slightly, and he even felt a little trance.

With the accumulation of years, he also has a little understanding of the injuries he received back then, although he doesn't understand how much his foundation has been destroyed, but in the past ten years, the original realm that was like a bamboo has been stuck in the royal road double heaven, and no matter how many genius treasures he is looking for, he has not advanced half a step.

Over time, his Dao heart gradually became dusty, and seeing that his former subordinates had even surpassed his realm, he chose to leave the clan eight years ago and travel around the continent alone.

He also knew that the wounds on his body had already penetrated deep into his bone marrow, and he was fortunate that his cultivation in this life had not retreated. But after all, there was still a glimmer of hope in his heart, and he prayed for the opportunity to break the shackles.

At this moment, he heard the majestic voice from the throne, and his heart suddenly cooled. Even this ancient being could not do anything, and it was undoubtedly a death sentence for him.

Looking at the one-armed man under the temple, Ye Han couldn't help but shake his head slightly. Although he didn't remember anything at first, he remembered someone when he heard that this man had previously given himself a surname.

In the You clan, the "Dao" generation is now the highest generation, and even You Daoqian, the current ruler of the You Shi clan, is also a person of the same generation as him.

Don't look at You Daojian's dejected appearance at this time, but if he returns to the clan, he will at least be an ancestor-level figure.

You Daojian used to be the top master of the You family, and he stepped into the realm of the royal road at the age of forty, and he was also a genius among the entire dynasty.

It's just that this royal road that is in the middle of the day disappeared silently more than ten years ago, even the children of the You family rarely mention this royal uncle, and after more than ten years, he has completely faded out of the eyes of the world.

If it weren't for Ye Han's hard reading of the secrets of the dynasty during his martial arts blank period, I am afraid he would not have remembered this name that has been silent for more than ten years.

Ye Han's previous words were not unreasonable, he had already gained insight into the trauma in this king's body through the person in this temple.

Whether it was the royal texts he consulted, the inheritance within the system, or the deduction of the Yantian Astrolabe, the death of the Daoji could only rely on the warriors themselves to make up for it, and no one could interfere in it.