In the Zixiao Palace, the big silver eyes of the Heavenly Dao manifestation had completely faded, and only Hongjun was left sitting in the air with a slightly pale face, his eyes staring closely at the blood-red ball of light in his palm, relieved. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"The Nine-Headed Clan??"

Below, the seven saints were all confused, they had never heard of this name since ancient times, who was the Emperor Nine-Headed Clan? Does it have something to do with the Terrans?

Several saints muttered to themselves, their eyes looking in Hongjun's direction, and their pupils were full of questions.

"Teacher, I don't know what kind of character this nine-headed clan is, it is worth the teacher to personally resurrect him from the past?"

The Tongtian Daoist carried the four swords on his back, looked up at Hongjun and asked.

The same was true of the other saints, who did not ask, but the meaning in their eyes was self-evident.

"Nine-headed?" Hongjun nodded, "It's my old friend!" ”

"It's just that the Tao is different."

Hongjun's old friend?

The faces of several saints were all stunned? The existence that can be called an old friend by Hongjun Daozu is naturally extraordinary, but why haven't they heard of it?

And the aura on this nine-headed clan is not so shocking, it is just the realm of the pinnacle of quasi-saints, how can it be worthy of Hongjun's old friend!

It's just that this question lingered in their hearts for a moment and then dissolved, and they also guessed in their hearts that this Nine-Headed Clan was estimated to be the existence of a certain primeval period, and that Hongjun had not yet achieved the age of Dao Ancestor.

There are very few records about that era, and there are few legends to talk about, so they saints naturally don't know.

Hongjun stood there looking at a few apprentices, shook his head in his heart, and immediately raised his palm, and with a slight touch, suddenly seven rays of light disappeared into the minds of the seven saints.

Suddenly, there was an additional message in the souls of the seven saints.

……

After a full moment, the seven saints raised their heads with strange expressions, looking at the blood-colored ball of light in Hongjun's palm, their eyes were inexplicable.

"Actually the legendary Emperor of Thailand?"

The Emperor of Thailand, a terrifying being in the primeval period.

Legend has it that it was born in the Xingma Xian Mountain, the heaven and the earth were born, and there were nine heads at birth, each head is different, just like the original Pangu god, with nine changes of true body.

Xingma Xianshan was born in the far east of the ancient wilderness, and the emperor rose from there to climb to the top of one of the strongest of that era.

Now, the primeval world has fallen, and a lot of history has been annihilated in the long river of time, even Lao Tzu and other saints cannot peek into that past under the constraints of the Heavenly Dao.

At that time, the heavens and the earth were first opened, and the innate gods were born, each of which was unparalleled in the world, spanning the world and the world. At that time, there was no race, only a lone individual, each individual is inherently sacred, each is incomparably powerful, legend has it that in that era, the center of heaven and earth was not Buzhou Mountain, but located somewhere in the western territory of today, where once stood a Tongtian building tree that runs through heaven and earth, like a backbone to support the whole heaven and earth.

At that time, there was no division between heaven and earth, there was no heaven realm, no earth, only a round continent.

It was an era full of myths, and Hongjun Daozu was born here, and it also rose here.

And the Thai Emperor is also one of the legends of that era.

The message that Hongjun passed to the seven saints did not introduce the Thai emperor too much, but simply described his origin and past, but the amount of information in it was also amazing enough.

"Teacher, is this all true??"

"Yes!" Hongjun nodded.

And the seven saints were even more shocked.

The Thai Emperor Nine-Headed Clan, one of the strongest myths of the ancient world, was born with nine changes, just like Pangu. He ruled the heavens, known as the strongest emperor, the most ancient emperor, in order to prove the Tao with his strength, he tried to break the flood and break the shackles of the Heavenly Dao.

And then......

The Emperor of Thailand single-handedly cut off the Tongtian Jianmu, the heavens and the earth collapsed, and the way of heaven manifested.

In the end, he was defeated in the battle with the Heavenly Dao, and fell on the banks of the Yellow River, and the blood spread along the Yellow River to the entire flood wilderness, giving birth to many lives, among which the human race was one of the elves transformed by his blood.

There is not much information, but the simple description is enough to shock the even saint.

"I see, is this why the Emperor of Thailand is called the Human Emperor Nine-Headed Clan?"

Hou Tu Niang nodded.

She has great love in the world, and all the spirits in the wilderness are the same in her eyes, and she naturally knows a lot about the human race.

The number of the Honghuang Terran is very large and multiplied, but the birth period is too short, and the number of strong people is too small, so it has always been one of the lowest of many races.

She once turned into a mortal and traveled to the human race, and there was a custom among the human race that she remembered very clearly, that is, every time there was a celebration, the human race would worship the ancestors of heaven and earth, saying: "The emperor and the queen of heaven are on the ......."

She also once asked the ancestors of the human race about the meaning of this sentence, Zeng Yun: "The emperor and the queen of heaven are the ancestors and gods, and worshipping the ancestors and gods is for the tradition." ”

"It turns out that the legendary Thai Emperor is the Emperor, representing the ancestor of the human race?"

The Emperor of the Nine Heads Clan, the oldest emperor, the strongest emperor, the strongest emperor, and now, under Hongjun's many calculations, he will be resurrected from the past history at the cost of defeat.

It was too difficult to resurrect such an existence from under the nose of the Heavenly Dao, if it weren't for the huge amount of merit that devoured the Heavenly Dao and traumatized its origin, Hongjun would not have the slightest solution.

"Teacher, is the purpose of your resurrection to succeed in the Tao with force?"

"Yes!" Hongjun nodded, "And today, the Dao is heavily injured and loosely bound, even without my help, he can succeed!" ”

As he spoke, he gently raised his hand and squeezed the blood-red ball of light, and suddenly a blood-colored energy storm exploded, rolling up a terrifying blood-colored vortex in the entire Zixiao Palace.

After a long time, the whirlpool slowly dissipated, and a tall middle-aged man stood there in front of Hongjun.

This is a majestic and tall man, and just by looking at it, there is a supreme dignity in his face.

It is a real nobility, a soul that comes from the personality.

He stood there, not moving, his eyes were open, but the seven saints all felt a different kind of suppression, like a dragon and a tiger, and it was breathtaking.

You must know that this nine-headed clan is only at the peak of the saint, and they have not yet reached the level of a saint.

"Wake up!"

Hongjun looked at the middle-aged man, waved his hand lightly, and a gray light suddenly shone in his hand.

It was at this moment that the middle-aged man suddenly opened his eyes.

"Hongjun??"