The time is profound, and the space is vast.

At the moment when Jiang Yan achieved the eighth layer of the Mind-Snatching Illusion Mystic Technique with a modifier, in the floating flower sea area far away from the Great Yan Dynasty, there were tools and divine weapons that seemed to be attracted by the unpredictable force in the underworld, and there were traces and possibilities of recovery.

Thundered!

The place where the Meige tribe inhabited, an earth-shattering and vast qi rushed to the sky, and this qi machine ran through the heavens and the earth like a pillar of heaven, and it was all shared.

After an instant, there was even more golden glow flowing down from the extremely high place in the sky, sweeping in all directions, and in an instant, it was blurred in the sky.

"The royal weapon revives itself?"

This wave of empty clouds, boiling the void, and Xuan He's magnificent qi turbulence was too obvious and public, and the moment it burst into the sky, it attracted the shock of countless people.

I have to be shocked, and I have to pay attention, because this is about to revive the royal weapon.

The royal weapon, as the name suggests, is not only the king's soldier, but its body is engraved with the Tao and reason of the power of the king realm, and under the extreme recovery, it can send a blow to the king realm, and the power can destroy the heavens and the earth, comparable to the heavens.

There are countless creatures and countless ethnic groups in the Hantu World, how can the hundred races be included in general, there is no other, just because these hundred races still have the true power of the royal realm to remain.

This is the existence and reality that truly stands at the top of this world, and it itself represents the source of history and various forces, and at the same time, the weapons of such existence can also be called the heritage of a race.

"It's the revival of the royal soldiers of the Meige clan, is it time for the Meige clan to alternate between the old and new patriarchs?"

"Or is there a new change in the Meige clan that has attracted Wang Bing?"

Outside the floating sea of flowers, others were shocked and speculated, but the Meige clan itself had a more mixed emotional outflow than outsiders.

Airplanes~

Within the clan land, the charm of this generation of the Meige patriarch was looking at the figure above the sky with a complicated expression, with a rich expression.

It was a very young-looking face.

He has black hair and black eyes.

He had a resolute countenance and a rudimentary broadsword.

His aura is monstrous, brilliant to the extreme, and at this moment he seems to be the only one in heaven and earth.

"Gran Ancestor~"

Charm whispered to herself.

Different from other big clans, the royal weapon of the Meige clan is a bit special, it is a real weapon, but it is made of the true body of the ancestor of the Meige clan, the ancestor of Gelan.

And Gelan is also the only king of the Meige clan in the countless years of inheritance in the floating sea of flowers, and the king soldier formed by his body has also sheltered the Meige clan for countless years.

The golden ripples of the Dao are rippling, spreading layer by layer to the charm of the body, as if exploring something, as if conveying something, countless whispers are born from the void and fill the brain.

Burst!

Blood dripped from his eyes, ears, and nose, but he did not have the intention of resisting, but tried to concentrate his mind as much as possible, trying to parse the true meaning of the ancestors from the complex and complex murmur.

Unlike the other royal soldiers, the divine soldier forged from the true body of the ancestor king still seems to have some kind of elusive, unpredictable mechanical spiritual thought, and every few years, it will always make a preliminary revival in an attempt to convey something.

From the inheritance passed down from their ancestors, there is only one thing they know more from Wang Bing, and that is ...... Go home.

The real ancestral land of the Meige clan is not floating in the sea of flowers, and the most persistent thing in the ancestor's heart and what he wants to pass on the most is not to pass on any martial arts skills to the younger generations, but his most sincere emotion, returning to the ancestral land.

"Ancestor Gelan, you were already a king at that time, is there anything else that can stop you from going home?"

For a moment, the charismatic thinking diverged, pushing others and oneself, thinking that if he was the king, the world was so big, he was free to roam.

Airplanes~

The ripples were agitated, almost dyeing the land of the Meige clan into gold, and suddenly, a wisp of profound words was nailed into the heart of charm, the true spirit, and even his law and reason.

"The inheritance of our spiritual secret skills, the land of Qingyuan. ”

Spiritual Secret Technique Inheritance?

His charming eyes suddenly became deep, and he watched the true body of the ancestor who was gradually returning to emptiness above the sky become transparent again, and the corners of his mouth pursed little by little.

He knows that the Meige clan has two major inheritances of martial arts and spiritual secret skills, but now there is only a martial arts inheritance in the clan, this is because the ancestors of Zige Lan only inherited martial arts, and the inheritance of spiritual secret skills has long ceased to exist when the clan migrated to the floating sea of flowers.

But now, he has received a revelation, and the spiritual secret technique inheritance of the clan has reappeared.

"Do you want me to complete the inheritance of the clan?"

"According to ancient legends, the boundary of the initial cultivation of that spiritual secret technique is very low, and it is not very noticed, it can only be regarded as a delicate spiritual cultivation method, and only after it is initially cultivated to the ninth layer of the peak, can its true face ......be seen."

Between the thoughts, a black shadow slowly solidified behind him, the charm found him, but there was no special reaction, each patriarch has its own protector, this is the existence he trusts the most.

"Geng..."

"Patriarch, what do you have to do this time?"

"This time Wang Bing recovered, I got some new enlightenment. His charming eyes were condensed, and he didn't see emotion, and he said in a deep voice: "Wang Bing's revelation, the method of inheriting the spiritual secret technique of our clan, has reappeared, but the place where it appeared is in a place that is far away......

"The Land of the Green Plains!"

"I need you. ”

"I need you to get to that place, find it, bring it back!"

......

"Missing Moon Flying Technique?"

Returning to reality, Jiang Yan muttered to himself in a low voice, replaying in his mind the scene of Zhao Shisan being trampled into thousands of pieces by him, and suddenly realized in his heart.

A fragment and a wisp of memory, so many fragments are integrated into his own heart, and at the same time, it also represents the information flow of Zhao Shisan's entire person in line with him.

"So, do some of his memories still have some back-up that would have influenced me at some critical moment?"

Out of a secret method that might be left by the strong, Jiang Yan began to carefully probe the situation around him to rule out abnormalities and confirm whether his condition was bad.

Twenty breaths later.

"Thinking too much. ”

Jiang Yan didn't catch his own abnormality, and he was slightly relieved in his heart, but he was satisfied with his caution, and he couldn't be too careful when dealing with high-level martial artists.

“...... Now it's time to think about how to clean up the ending. ”

He didn't carefully explore the martial art of the Missing Moon Flying Technique, nor did he seriously measure his surging spiritual strength, because now, there were still some slightly urgent things that Jiang Yan needed to do.

Swish!

Jiang Yan first raised his hand and sent Lu Lu, who was in the center of the battle and was stunned by the sound waves, to the backyard bedroom, and then stepped onto the roof and looked around.

As he thought, as he felt, Xianhua Street was in a mess all around, and countless people vomited blood and were injured.

After a moment of silence, Jiang Yan suddenly realized that this might require a huge amount of compensation, and he muttered in a low voice:

"It's all to blame on that bastard, I was just forced to fight back, so the responsibility for your injuries is his, not me!"

......