Chapter 883: The Red Abyss Heavenly Gate Doesn't Meet
"Hey, does this person recognize Song Tianzhen?"
Xiao Li's heart moved, and he sensed Wan Tianzun's state slightly, and found that he was just asleep, but he was fine.
The Golden Dragon Ancestor flew up, stood beside Xiao Li, and asked the dragon lance powerhouse in confusion: "Who are you sacred, don't you recognize me Uncle Song?" β
The dragon lance powerhouse seemed to be really awake at the moment, he restrained his momentum, closed his eyes and stood at Wan Tianzun for a while, then raised his head, and said with a sigh: "It turns out that this era has come, I have taken my life against the sky, and I should be recast in this era with a short broken sword, step on the sky as respect, and enjoy the luck of a lifetime." β
He looked at the Golden Dragon Ancestor again: "Are you from the Heavenly Gate?" β
The Golden Dragon Ancestor was even more puzzled in his heart, listening to what this dragon spear powerhouse said, could he be Song Tianzhen's master?
How is this possible?
If he was really a Heavenly Gate Ancestor, why had he never heard of it?
Song Guangtou never mentioned that he had a teacher.
Without waiting for the Golden Dragon Ancestor to answer, the dragon spear powerhouse faced Xiao Li again, his brows furrowed, "Who are you?" Look at the Night King who is holding the red glaze, is it her heir? β
"Sort of." Xiao Li arched his hand, and said in his heart that the Dark Demon Lord was indeed Chi Liuli.
The dragon lance powerhouse nodded, and said leisurely, "Is she okay now?" β
"Good." Xiao Li said.
"And when can I see her?" The dragon lance powerhouse's expression was a little lonely.
"Probably, maybe, not now." Xiao Li said: "Seniors want to get back the Leaping Heaven Gate? β
The dragon spear powerhouse waved his hand and said, "What's the use of me jumping into the Heavenly Gate?" But I owe it to the Heavenly Gate, and maybe it's time for the Heavenly Gate to be sent back...... After all this time, I don't know if Tianmen is still there? β
"Of course the Gate of Heaven is still there." The Golden Dragon Ancestor said, "The Heavenly Gate doesn't bother Your Excellency, it is in the hands of the Ten Venerables, and it has returned to the Heavenly Gate." β
"Ten?" The dragon spear powerhouse frowned, "Isn't the tenth Heavenly Gate naΓ―ve to me?" β
"Huh?" His expression suddenly changed greatly, and he realized that Xiao Li was the tenth in the mouth of the Golden Dragon Ancestor, and then his eyelids jumped, as if he wanted to open his eyes as hard as he could, but in the end he couldn't, so he shouted coldly at Xiao Li: "Who are you?" β
"What's the problem?" Golden Dragon Ancestor Dao.
Xiao Li smiled slightly: "The seniors are excited again, if I expect it to be true, the seniors must stay sober, I'm afraid they have to be calm and calm, and keep their minds ethereal!" β
"You ......"
The dragon lance powerhouse pondered for a long time, and finally said, "It seems that I am inferior to her...... There are only nine statues in Tianmen, but I didn't expect that it was not my disciple who was waiting for the Yin Bone, but you, everything is like chess, the universe changes, and Haoyu is unpredictable. β
When the Golden Dragon Ancestor heard the dragon spear powerhouse mention the Yin Bone, his heart suddenly increased his guess, and he was already very sure that this person was related to the Heavenly Gate, he took a step forward and shouted in a deep voice again: "Who are you, and what is the relationship with my Heavenly Gate?" β
The dragon lance powerhouse sighed and said, "I am just a mourner, and my name has long been forgotten...... The great world has come, but it is not yet the time for me to return, I will not be able to maintain my sanity for long, and I will be a sea of mourning again......"
After that, the dragon spear powerhouse raised his head, was silent for a while, and chanted to the air: "The Chiyuan Dragon Gate does not meet, the two Xiwei in the world and the sky, forgive the body and seal the dragon Yue, and the glass does not come out of Yu and does not return......"
Suddenly there was water vapor on his body, but in the blink of an eye, it turned into a cloud of mist, which was blown away by the breeze, and a drizzle fell on the sky.
"Gone?" Golden Dragon Ancestor clenched his hands into fists: "Damn, you haven't made it clear what Song Guangtou is all about?" How can you disappear, you give me back! β
The Golden Dragon Ancestor strode forward, opened his mouth and let out a [Heavenly Dragon Roar], roaring the raindrops into the air, but the drizzle did not dissipate, but spread to a farther range.
The Golden Dragon Ancestor was about to make a move, but Xiao Li flew up to him, grabbed his arm, shook his head and said, "Brother Golden Dragon, don't waste your efforts, that senior can't reappear at this time." β
"Xiao Li." Golden Dragon Ancestor looked at Xiao Li, "Listening to what he said, he must know what happened to Song Guangtou, how can he do it without asking?" β
Xiao Li sighed: "No need to ask, I already understand." β
"You've got it?" The Golden Dragon Ancestor frowned and asked, "What do you understand?" β
Xiao Li looked at the drizzle in the sky, seemed to sigh, and said leisurely: "You and I have jumped into the gate of heaven, when we understand the way of death and life, when we are born, we will cut down the way of heaven and earth, and return to the earth after death......
"There is life before death, there is death before there is life, life and death depend on each other, that is, the cycle is also complementary, the power of Yuetianmen is to achieve new life with death, I think, your Uncle Song must have used this power to return to life step by death, and become today's Wan Tianzun."
The Golden Dragon Ancestor seemed to understand whether he understood or not, and frowned and thought deeply.
Xiao Li stepped in the rain, looked at the sky, and said to himself: "The Chiyuan Dragon Gate does not meet, the two Xiwei in the world and the sky, forgive yourself and seal Longyue, and the glass will not return if you don't come out...... What is the situation in the world? β
He shook his head, stretched out his hand to twist a raindrop, and said, "I'm afraid this rain will rain for a long time." β
The Golden Dragon Ancestor stepped forward and said, "Xiao Li, you have asked me before if there is a person with dragon horns in the Heavenly Gate, how much do you know about him?" β
"I just know that the Heavenly Gate was once in his hands, that's all." Xiao Li said.
"He's very strong, and when I fought him, I used all my strength, but he, probably the real means, hasn't been used yet." Golden Dragon Ancestor sighed.
"As it should be." Xiao Li said, "If my expectations are correct, he should have already crossed that hurdle and is a god-level powerhouse." β
"Divine Rank, how is this possible?" The Golden Dragon Ancestor shook his head, "A god-level powerhouse can only stay in the Origin Realm for one era at most, he must not have entered the Origin Realm in this era, if he is a god-level powerhouse, why can he still fight me?" β
"Because he sacrificed the souls of heaven and earth, and incarnated as a sea of mourning." Xiao Li said.
The Golden Dragon Ancestor was thoughtful, paused for a while, and then said, "I need the Ye family girl to run to the Heavenly Gate for me." β
"Absolutely." Xiao Li nodded, "Brother might as well take Dasha away first, Dasha is faint, maybe there will be something different when he wakes up." β
His voice was a little louder: "Be careful of some rats with their heads and tails hidden." β
The Golden Dragon Ancestor heard the meaning of Xiao Li's words and asked, "Why, there are still people hiding here?" β
Xiao Li bowed slightly: "To be precise, maybe it's a dead man." β
"Haha." The Golden Dragon Ancestor laughed and said, "Then Xiao Li, you stayed here to kill this dead man." β
"Definitely. I'm here to see how this rain turns into a sea of mourning. Xiao Li's eyes shone with blue light, "The dead man is dead, why use killing again?" β
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