I am his attendant, this sentence can explain everything, Yu Jian, who can fight with Ye Yunshu to such a situation, is already a genius at the peak of the human race, but he is only one of his attendants.

The sevenfold cultivation of the Emperor Martial Realm can make the Holy Lord order to find it, and there must be something different about him.

"Midnight. ”

A voice came down from the sky, and everyone looked up at the sky and saw a woman in a feather coat, and they all looked shocked.

"Lord Yuyang!"

A group of people all looked at each other, and bowed down, Yujian's eyes condensed, and they also bowed, and only Ye Ling was left in the whole world, standing in the sky, looking at this scene lightly.

The woman in the feather coat was one of the people who had been watching him from the sky, an existence in the Void God Realm.

"The master said that you are not only a supreme Dao genius, but also a ray of hope in the Sun-Shooting Holy Land, I hope you are really like this, don't let him down, the Sun-Shooting Holy Land has ......"

She said, before she finished speaking, she shook her head again, waved her hand, imprisoned a void around Ye Ling, and took Ye Ling to the top of the sky, and countless people knelt down behind her.

Hope, Ye Ling looked at the woman in the feather robe, his expression was slightly condensed, and he had a higher opinion of the Holy Lord of the Sun Shooting Holy Land.

In the heavenly realm, at the top of the sun-shooting holy land, between the clouds and mist, a palace stands, and above is a round of scorching sun, and endless stars, as if this is the top of the world.

"Go, the master is waiting for you. The feather-clothed woman bowed to the palace, then looked at Ye Ling, and said, Ye Ling nodded, bowed slightly to the feather-clothed woman, and walked into the palace.

"Can he really do it?" As soon as Ye Ling left, several figures appeared behind the woman in feather, both men and women, looking at Ye Ling's back, all with a solemn look on their faces.

"In the Holy Land of Shooting the Sun for thousands of years, there has never been a matter of giving away someone who has the bloodline of Shooting Sun as a maid, even if the bloodline will collapse and the Dao system will be destroyed, the Holy Lord has never made such a decision. ”

"What kind of secret is he hiding, and why does the Holy Lord value him so much?"

"Hou Ling came with news that someone from the Cangmen of the Yanshi Divine Sect had invited him, but he refused. ”

......

Several people said, all of them had a calm face, they didn't understand why the Holy Lord valued Ye Ling so much, and similarly, they didn't understand why Ye Ling would refuse the invitation of the Yanshi Divine Sect and choose the Sun Shooting Holy Land.

The five gates of the Yanshi Divine Sect, that is the core of the Yanshi Divine Sect, and the strongest geniuses in the world cannot enter, once they step in, they even have the opportunity to compete for the Holy Son of the Yanshi Divine Sect.

Giving up such a great opportunity, Ye Ling chose a sun-shooting holy land that only had the name of the holy land in the eyes of the world, but had no holy land, they didn't understand.

There is also a question, why did Ye Ling want a woman who shoots the blood of the sun to be his maid, when they first heard it, they were all furious, and they wanted to kill Ye Ling, but they were stopped by the Holy Lord.

"If you can say what ordinary people can't say, you must have what ordinary people can't, and he may be a ray of hope waiting for the Holy Land of the Sun, bringing him back, and I want to see him. ”

This is when the Holy Lord responds to their words, hope, an ethereal luxury, is there really such a thing?

"As long as the Holy Son grows up, he will be our hope, the bloodline will collapse, the Dao system will be destroyed, we will cultivate a new saint, and continue the glory of my sun-shooting holy land. ”

An old man looked at the palace, was silent for a long time, and then said, in a word, several people were staring, and hope appeared in their eyes, and a ray of hope came from their holy son.

Coming with the vision of heaven and earth, there is an unknown terrifying bloodline hidden in the body, almost comparable to the bloodline of the distant ancestor shooting the sun, the qualification is against the sky, unheard of, unseen, this is their holy son.

A long corridor, surrounded by murals carved one after another, an ancient, desolate atmosphere came to the face, Ye Ling walked in it, his eyes looked at the murals, as if he was looking at a piece of ancient history of the human race, from barbarians step by step to the peak race of the starry sky.

The last mural was a young man, holding a bow and an arrow, shooting down a golden crow, Ye Ling looked at this mural, was silent for a moment, and then walked to the end of the corridor.

This mural painting is not ingenious, but there are some rough, it seems to be carved by a beginner carving, but it contains an unconcealable rhyme.

Looking at these murals, Ye Ling thought of the sun-shooting monument at the boundary of the starry sky, the same strokes, the same crude, the sun-shooting monument and these murals seemed to be carved by one person.

"Chirp!"

In the space in his arms, the beacon fire let out a low sound, as if he also felt familiar, Ye Ling soothed him, and then looked up, and saw a round of disks engraved with sigils, like a round of sun, standing in the center of the palace, and a person was sitting under this disk.

Dressed in a golden robe, it seemed to be integrated with the solar disk, and there was a faint glow of the sun all over his body, and he closed his eyes, as if he had entered some kind of cultivation transformation.

Ye Ling looked at him for a moment, then looked around the main hall, and saw a vast star map, dotted with stars, which seemed to be the entire sun-shooting starry sky.

Endless stars, guarding a round of the sun, this round of the sun is the holy land of the sun, the solar disk.

"This is a map of the heavens and stars, once painted by a saint in the Sun-Shooting Holy Land, one of the connotations of the Sun-Shooting Holy Land. ”

A voice sounded, interrupting Ye Ling's thoughts, Ye Ling looked at the person under the sun disk, bowed, and just wanted to bow down, a force restrained him, so that he could no longer bend down.

Ye Ling looked at the person under the sun disc, he looked at Ye Ling, and a smile appeared on his face.

"You don't have to kneel to me, you don't have to bow down to me, and no one in this world can bow down to you. ”

He said, Ye Ling looked at him, his expression was shocked, he looked at Ye Ling, it seemed that he was looking at another person in Ye Ling, Ye Ling's heart trembled, and countless questions emerged in his heart.

"Who are you?" Ye Ling asked, his words made Ye Ling not believe that he was just the last Holy Lord of the Sun Shooting Holy Land, he must have recognized Ye Ling, or someone who had a relationship with Ye Ling.

"A person who has lived for endless years and is about to die, maybe tomorrow, or maybe half a moment, I will be like a wisp of yellow sand, forever dissipating between the stars. ”

He said, when it came to death, he still had an indifferent face, as if he had never cared about life and death, death seemed to be a relief for him, Ye Ling looked at him, and then looked at the sun disc above the palace, as if he thought of something, and his expression was shocked.

"Ye Ling, remember, you must live, there is hope if you live, even if the heavens and the earth are dead and the stars are gone, you must live. ”

He said, one sentence, Ye Ling's heart trembled, it was this sentence again, more than one person mentioned it to him, and now he heard it again in this Sun-Shooting Holy Land, and it was the Sun-Shooting Holy Lord who said this.