Xiao Wuyou was furious, and his divine power was immediately pushed to the extreme in the cold. But he knew that this time, even if he didn't die, it would be a costly situation. Not to mention the will of the Taoist priest on the mountain, that is, the will of the Taoist priest at the foot of the mountain, is enough to make him die a thousand times.

Just not far away, a bunch of invisible gas engines suddenly flew to the top of the mountain, and in the sky, they instantly disintegrated and disappeared.

A "road" appeared in front of Xiao Wuyou. It's a road, but it's not a real road. Xiao Wuyou just felt as if there was a passage that cut off all will and opened a path for himself to the top of the mountain.

"Son, come on... Once again, the idea arose in his ocean of knowledge.

This time, Xiao Wuyou felt that the idea did not come from his knowledge of the ocean, but from the top of the mountain, the highest of the eleven black iron tombstones.

This is the phone on the tombstone of the Taoist emperor on the top of the mountain. The voice of the phone was so eager and eager, as if it existed to wait for Xiao Wuyou's arrival.

Xiao Wuyou did not go to the top of the mountain because of the urgent call, because everything that happened in front of him was strange and scared.

The person who can be buried in the highest place of the ancestral land must be the most respectable person among the descendants of Yan and Huang. Perhaps only those who created the prosperous era of the Yanhuang Sect are worthy of being buried there.

But Xiao Wuyou didn't remember what he had to do with the Ancient Yan Yellow Emperor. He's just the heir to Koyoko. He couldn't fight the ancient Baganzi Emperor. At this time, because of his appearance, he exudes a desire for urgency, which is strange.

This kind of hope, this kind of calling, is more like some kind of devil's trick. Although Xiao Wuyou was a saint of the Dao, and the emperor who established the Yanhuang Sect did not know how long he had been dead, Xiao Wuyou still did not think that if he really took himself away from him, he had the ability to resist.

But I don't think so. Although I have outstanding qualities, I can't say that I can surpass the arrogance of the Yanhuang Sect. Besides, the founder of the Yanhuang Sect really wanted to win this house. Many disciples of the Yanhuang Sect kept walking. In addition, this idea can accurately say that I am a descendant of the Xiao family, which shows that the heart seems to have no idea about the new secret.

"Does he know my ancestors?" Xiao Wuyou muttered to himself.

After entering the University of China, he did not stop exploring his life experience. However, there is no famous brigade surnamed Xiao in the Central Arab Kingdom, which makes him confused about his birth until now. Now, in the land of the Yan and Huang ancestors, some people can call their surnames directly. Presumably, we can learn from my ancestors from the last wishes.

It's an opportunity to get to know yourself. If he misses this opportunity, he may not be able to find the roots of his life. After some thought, he finally reached the top of the mountain.

With an uneasy mood, the 50-foot-high mountain road Xiao Wuyou walked slower than before. He wants to know the truth, but is afraid of disappointment. It's been a long time since I've been in such a mood.

No matter how far the mountain road went, one day he would step onto the top of the mountain and look up at the black iron tombstone. The anticipation in his eyes turned to loneliness.

"Yenching Tomb"

I thought it was the ancestor of the Xiao family, but in the end it was the ancestor of the Yanhuang Sect.

Xiao Wuyou waved goodbye to disappointment and returned to his former calm. He said with his fist: "Xiao Wuyou, the ancestor of the Yanhuang Sect, the descendant of the Yanhuang Sect, you don't know what to call me. ”

His divine power was surging in the shadows. If something happens, he plans to leave immediately.

"Descendants of the Xiao family, here you are... It is also an ocean of knowledge.

"How many years have passed, and I have finally

Xiao Wuyou frowned slightly. "Are you waiting for me, Elder?"

"I'm not waiting for you, I'm waiting for the child of destiny... I think.

"Destiny's child, senior, I don't understand what you mean. Xiao Wuyou said in a deep voice.

He didn't know what Daoist Yanjing meant by Baizi Yanjing, and he didn't understand why he let him come.

"You are a descendant of the Xiao family.

Xiao Wuyou left the ancestral hometown of the Yanhuang Sect, and his mood recovered. So far, he has experienced too many joys and sorrows. Although the answer was right in front of him, his mood did fluctuate, but it was only for a moment. When he left his ancestral hometown, everything was buried in his heart again, and he became Xiao Wuyou again.

It seems that all the clues are broken, but Xiao Wuyou knows that he still has two more people to ask. One is Xiao Ji, who can turn into a scary girl. But to restore Koji, you need to find a sacred tree. But this is a legendary sacred tree. It's hard to find any traces. If it doesn't exist, you can't find it, but if it does appear, it will be a massacre.

The other is the mystical reincarnation ancestor. He felt that the ancestors of reincarnation should know something, but he was not in a hurry to ask. The two sides have been together for hundreds of years and have always been mentors. What happened just now, the reincarnated ancestors must have known. If he is willing to say, he will ask without worry, and if it does not want to say, even if it asks, it will not help. In that case, let's leave ourselves with some ideas.

There is nothing more important than improving your stamina. Only when the strength has increased, maybe without asking anyone, the answer will appear automatically. He believed that one day, he would understand all this.

Xiao Cai is still in Zudi. Xiao Wuyou doesn't bother her. She wanted that when she came out of Zudi, her power would change dramatically again. In this way, it will be safer if Xiao Cai wants to experience it.

His figure flickered, and he returned to his black palace.

"Mu Qing, Mu Ren, Lu Guang, I'm going to be locked up for a while, you go to play Yanxiao Hall", Xiao Wuyou's divinity passed his voice.

"Don't worry about practicing. "Your strength sustains the Temple of Smoke. Mu Qing's voice sounded.

"Temple Master, are you going to attack the Taoist priest this time?" Lu Guang said with some excitement.

"Okay, when I go out, it's time for Yan Xiaotang to expand a little. Little Wuyou nodded.

"Hehe, Xiao Gongzi, I've been waiting for my sword for a long time. When you get out of the gate, we will fight against all sides. Mu Ren also said excitedly.

After a simple explanation, Xiao Wuyou blocked the black hall. As soon as his hand flipped, two Yanhuang Divine Swords appeared in his hand.

"The second Yanhuang Divine Sword should also be the most important one, but it is still a little behind the Divine Sword. Xiao Wuyou said, feeling the yellow sword in his hand caressing him.

He has been practicing Yanhuang Shengfa for more than 800 years. Of course, he knew everything about Yanhuang Shengfa and his breathing. The energy fluctuations brought by the new Yanhuang Holy Sword made him vaguely feel that even if the two Yanhuang Holy Swords in his hand were the only one, they were still a little less than a complete birth, that is, there was also the birth of the Yanhuang Holy Law.

Although Yan Xiaotang is very important now, the four sides and five armies all have a plan to deal with Yan Xiaotang, but Xiao Wuyou still chooses to close the door at this time, because the birth of the Dao is too important. The Yanhuang Soldierless Holy Sword was as obvious as the light of fire in the darkness. Once discovered by the enemy, not to mention the power of the five grades, even the Divine Land Holy Land will make decisive moves.

Xiao Wuyou is not afraid of any challenge, but he will not do the same stupid thing of sowing discord for no reason. When he mastered the Yanhuang Holy Sword in his hand and let his qi be restrained, it was enough to cover up the emperor's consciousness.

Feeling the firelight, the corners of Xiao Wuyou's mouth crossed into a smile.

"After this integration, I don't know if it's the superlative, or the best. ”

.....

At the junction of the Burning Heavenly City and the Sihuang Temple, there is a vast area without jurisdiction. After all, whether it was the burning Heavenly City or the Four Emperors Temple, there needed to be a buffer zone to prevent the explosion of other sacred places in the Divine Mansion. This huge vacuum gives birth to a lot of power. Although these forces cannot be compared with prefectures and states, their territory is not wide and their combat effectiveness is extremely strong, but they are not good every year. Ordinary Guo'a family brigade did not dare to enter this land easily.

In these lands, there are several Wuping forces, which can be called the overlords of this chaotic land. Many small brigades survive on breath. This situation has been maintained for tens of thousands of years, but in the past five hundred years, a new force, like a new star, has been rising, and this force is Yan Xiaotang.

Time flies, fleeting, one after another, Yanxiaotang ushered in its 500th anniversary.