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"Yes, yes!"

Elder Eleven hurriedly agreed.

And Longyang at this moment.

He returned to his small courtyard again.

"The Human Emperor Tomahawk!"

Long Yang sat down cross-legged and began to recall the axe just now, and in a moment, Long Yang fell into cultivation, and at this moment, Tianlai Ancestral Land.

"Master!"

Long Chen, standing in front of an old man.

This old man.

A head of white hair flowing.

Look at it from afar.

The old man seemed to be an ordinary person, but when he looked closely again, he found that the aura on the old man's body was vast and boundless, like the sea.

Have no bottom!

"Long Yang, have you heard?"

Sword Ancestor.

Faint words.

"This ......"

Long Chen smiled embarrassedly, of course he knew what it meant for the Sword Ancestor to come, the ancient life grid appeared, but at this moment, it fell on the Qingqiu Ancestral Land.

Again.

On Long Yang's body, there is also an underground sword city refined by the Sword Ancestor.

How to say.

Longyang should also enter the Tianlai Ancestral Land!

"Master, since Longyang has the Emperor Star, that is the hope of my human race, why don't the three ancestral lands of my human race help together!"

Looking at the Sword Ancestor.

Long Chen said in a deep voice.

"Together?"

In the eyes of the Sword Ancestor, a light flashed.

"The three ancestral lands of the human race are the descendants of the three ancestors, without the three ancestors, my human race would have been wiped out long ago, and now why are the three ancestors suppressing that thing!"

"But you can't move at all!"

Sword Ancestor, his voice was extremely low.

"Master, if there is an ancient emperor powerhouse in my human race, it will definitely be able to suppress the entire Heavenly Race and open up a ray of life for my human race!"

Long Chen hurriedly said.

"Ancient Emperor?"

Sword Ancestor shook his head slightly.

"In the chaos, how many times has the emperor throne appeared, but there is no one who has become an ancient emperor, although my human race contains endless luck!"

"But if you want to be the emperor, it is also extremely difficult!"

Sword Ancestor shook his head slightly.

"Tough?"

Long Chen also fell silent.

"So what do we do?"

After a moment, Long Chen asked in a deep voice.

"When the Emperor Star appears, that is hope, not to mention that the people of the Celestial Clan will definitely not let go of my Terran, among the Celestial Clan!"

"There is also a Tianjiao appearing!"

Looking at Long Chen, Sword Ancestor said in a deep voice.

"Celestial Clan?"

In Long Chen's eyes, a touch of cold arrogance rose.

"Chen'er, don't underestimate the Celestial Clan, the Celestial Clan was originally the first clan of Chaos, if it weren't for the appearance of my human race, the entire chaos would be of the Celestial Clan!"

Sword Ancestor, said in a deep voice.

"The First Family!"

Long Chen took a deep breath.

Celestials.

It's horrible.

Comparable to the human race, the Celestial Race has an innate advantage, as long as it comes out of the reincarnation pool, the disciples born in the Celestial Race, each of them is comparable to the Tianjiao of the Terran Race!

And the Terrans.

Terran disciples, all over the hundreds of millions of worlds, all over the chaos.

But the Terrans are the ones who can grow up.

But there are only a handful.

This is mainly because it is too difficult for the human race to cultivate, and if the human race wants to cultivate to the Chaos Realm, it will have to go through countless difficulties, let alone the Ancient Realm.

"In this eighteenth-layer battle, the Heavenly Clan will inevitably strike again, and in my Tianlai Ancestral Land, the old man is ready to send you in!"

Looking at Long Chen, Sword Ancestor suddenly said in a deep voice.

"Yes, master!"

Long Chen hurriedly agreed.

"Remember, bring him back no matter what!"

Looking at Long Chen.

Sword Ancestor said in a deep voice.

"Yes!"

Long Chen, respectfully agreed.

"Stand down!"

"Yes!"

Long Chen turned around and retreated from the small courtyard.

"I'm afraid this kid doesn't know the relationship between Long Yang and him!"

Jian Zu shook his head slightly.

The next moment.

The figure of the Sword Ancestor disappeared.

Meanwhile.

Qingqiu ancestral land, in the small courtyard of Longyang.

"The Human Emperor Tomahawk, I see!"

Long Yang, opened his eyes, recalling the battle with Liu Xin again and again, Long Yang finally controlled the first form of the Eastern Emperor's battle technique, but it was only limited to the first form.

The current Longyang.

To perform the second form, you must at least have a strength comparable to the ancient realm!

"Buzz ......"

But at this moment, Long Yang seemed to have discovered something, Long Yang suddenly turned his head, and saw a white-haired old man behind him.

Stand there silently. 、

"Who are you?"

Long Yang looked startled and quickly stood up.

The old man stood there.

As if it didn't exist.

And in Long Yang's soul, there is no breath of the old man.

This old man.

Who the hell is it?

"You don't have to worry!"

The old man looked at Long Yang and smiled faintly, but the next moment, the old man waved his hand and disappeared into the small courtyard with Long Yang.

The two had just disappeared.

A figure has appeared!

"Sword Ancestor, this old guy, it's really fast!"

The Great Elder's teeth itched, but at this moment, he could only look at the void and sigh, Sword Ancestor, that is the existence of the ancestor.

The man's combat power.

The realm of the true Guzun.

As for him, he couldn't catch up at all, and even if he did, he didn't dare to say anything, after all, where was the strength of the Sword Ancestor.

And at the moment.

Long Yang only felt that his body was bound, and the whole person appeared on the clouds.

"Who are you?"

Long Yang hurriedly shouted at the old man.

Long Yang's body.

The power of the Emperor Star was wanton, but unfortunately, no matter how hard Long Yang tried, he couldn't struggle at all.

"Old man's sword, you used it like this!"

The old man ignored Long Yang, but waved his hand, and the next moment, Long Yang only felt his body tremble, and the underground sword city in his body disappeared.

Sword City shrinks.

In the hands of the old man.

"It's ......"

Long Yang's eyes were full of impressiveness, his own underground sword city, that was his finale, but he didn't expect it to be in the hands of the old man.

But it's so vulnerable!

"You're ......"

As if remembering something, the light in Long Yang's eyes skyrocketed.

The old man in front of him.

Could it be the Sword Ancestor of Tianlai Ancestral Land?

"Guessed?"

The old man smiled faintly, and the next moment, the old man waved his hand slightly towards the underground sword city, and the next moment, the underground sword city began to change.

The original Sword City.

The breath is at least ten times stronger.

"The underground sword city is the pinnacle of the old man's refining weapon, this venerable weapon is on Jiulong's body, but it's a pity that it's ......"

The old man sighed slightly.

The next moment.

Sword City returned to Long Yang's body again.

And Longyang at this moment.

It was obvious that the Underground Sword City had strengthened several times, and that terrifying power even made Long Yang have the urge to fight with the powerhouses of the Ancient Realm!

"Your heavenly calamity, but ten thousand years?"

Looking at Long Yang, the old man said lightly again.

"Ten Thousand Years of Heavenly Tribulation?"

Long Yang's body was shocked, and then he nodded.

"The 10,000-year tribulation is the tribulation of Hongmeng, and in the whole world, there are nine people who have survived this tribulation, but it's a pity that these nine people still lost!"

The old man sighed slightly.

"Nine?"

Long Yang's eyes widened wide, the 10,000-year Heavenly Tribulation was so terrifying, there were still nine people who had survived this tribulation?

"Lord Sword Ancestor, are you among them?"

Long Yang couldn't help but ask.

"Me?"

Sword Ancestor shook his head slightly.