"Ten Thousand Clans won't seal the War Clan?"

Han Yun paused slightly, then glanced at Qi Motian deeply, turned around, and followed Xuanyuan Lie and disappeared at the entrance of the village.

Enter the village.

Faces appeared in front of Han Yun.

These faces.

Looking at Han Yun and Xuanyuan Lie, both with kind smiles, they didn't look like a group of emperor powerhouses, but like a group of ordinary people.

"Many of them, I'm afraid, really want to be ordinary people!"

Han Yun took a deep breath and thought secretly in his heart.

In the battlefield of the Old Gods.

Even if it is a Holy Ancestor powerhouse, there is no life guarantee, the Emperor Ancestor Strong is here, just the most ordinary group of people, four or so Emperor Ancestor powerhouses every day, it is really normal!

In fact, Han Yun didn't know.

All the ethnic groups gathered here to set up a small village, in fact, they just wanted to live an ordinary voice.

Because in the battlefield of the ancient gods.

There is no such thing as ordinary life at all.

"Han Gongzi, please come with me!"

Xuanyuan Lie led the way in front, and in a moment, the two entered the depths of the village, and as they got deeper and deeper, the mountain village became quieter and quieter.

"This place is called the Ancient God Village, whether you are the Emperor Ancestor or the Holy Ancestor, there is no identity gap, in this village, the people who come in are all the same kind of people!"

"All people must support each other and help each other......"

Xuanyuan Lie was beside Han Yun and said in a low voice.

"In the entire village, there are ninety-nine Saint Ancestor powerhouses, of which thirteen are Saint Ancestor peak powerhouses, and the others are all strong people under the peak of Saint Ancestors, and under Holy Ancestors, we have 1,300 Emperor Ancestor powerhouses!"

"These people are all our strength!"

Looking at Han Yun, Xuanyuan Lie said again.

"Ninety-Nine Holy Ancestors?"

"1,300 Emperor Ancestors!"

Han Yun's eyes flashed, these strengths, compared to the Nine Nether Realm, were too far apart.

The strength of the Nine Nether Realms.

The Holy Ancestor powerhouse stepped forward.

Not to mention the Emperor Ancestor!

"It's here!"

At this moment, Xuanyuan Lie's voice came again, looking at Han Yun, Xuanyuan Lie said softly: "This is my Ancient Temple!"

"Ancient Temple?"

Han Yun paused slightly, looked up, and what appeared in front of Han Yun was a small palace, which was said to be a small palace, but it was actually a small thatched house.

However, outside the hut, there are prohibitions everywhere.

Even if it's Han Yun's divine soul.

Nor can it go the slightest deeper.

"Lie'er, you're back!"

A deep voice came, and I saw an old man coming out of the hut, and the old man took one step at a time, very slowly.

But this pace fell in Han Yun's eyes.

But it was extremely mysterious, and between this step, there seemed to contain some kind of very terrifying Dao, which made Han Yun's expression instantly solemn.

"Dad, this is Han Yun?"

Xuanyuan Lie looked at the old man and said softly.

"Han Yun?"

The old man's eyes suddenly fell on Han Yun's body.

"Boom!"

With this look, Han Yun seemed to see the destruction of heaven and earth, the tumbling of chaos, and the regeneration of the world......

This one look.

If it were an ordinary emperor, I am afraid that he would be directly shocked, his mind was violent, and his Dao heart was unstable.

But it fell in Han Yun's eyes.

Han Yun's body did not change much, his brows furrowed slightly, Han Yun looked at the old man and asked, "Junior Han Yun has seen his senior!"

As he spoke, Han Yun bowed slightly towards the old man.

"Huh...... It's good to be old!"

But what made Han Yun stunned was that his body had not yet bent down, and the old man suddenly stepped forward and directly dragged his body down, supported by the old man.

Han Yun's body naturally stood up.

"It's good to be here!"

Han Yun's body was shocked, and then he said in a low voice: "Thank you, senior!"

"Lie'er, you go and prepare a dinner, Han Yun come here, let's have a drink tonight!"

The old man turned his head to look at Xuanyuan Lie and said with a smile.

"Yes, Dad!"

Hearing that he wanted to have a drink, Xuanyuan Lie seemed to be very excited, and in a few breaths, he disappeared in front of Han Yun.

"Han Yun, you come with me!"

The old man waved his hand slightly at Han Yun and led Han Yun into the so-called ancient temple.

Enter the Ancient Temple.

Twelve pairs of eyes fell on Han Yun.

An incomparably high pressure fell on Han Yun's body, although these dozen or so people had no intention of exerting coercion on Han Yun, even if it was a leaked coercion.

It was terrible.

To know.

The twelve people in this ancient temple are all Holy Ancestor powerhouses.

On cultivation.

Their cultivation is two great realms stronger than Han Yun, and the two great realms are nothing in the earth realm and heavenly realm, but in the Dao Ancestor, it is very terrifying.

The realm of Dao Ancestor.

Not to mention the two big realms, even between the same small realm, the gap is very large.

This is also among the Dao Ancestors.

The reason why there are fewer and fewer people fighting beyond the ranks.

If it weren't for Han Yun comprehending the supreme path and fusing the five supreme paths, even Han Yun wouldn't be able to fight beyond the level.

The higher the cultivation, the more difficult it is to fight beyond the level.

"Welcome to Master Han!"

A light voice came, and Han Yun turned his head to look, only to see a woman's eyes falling on him.

The woman's eyes sparkled.

But the smile on his face was so amazing that even Han Yun couldn't help but take a second look.

"Hahaha...... Welcome to Mr. Han!"

"Welcome!"

......

With the woman's voice, one voice after another sounded, and the twelve people in the main hall all stood up, looking at Han Yun one by one, and hurriedly smiled.

"Han Yun has seen all the seniors!"

Han Yun saluted slightly.

"Don't be so polite, hahaha......"

Seeing Han Yun saluting. The old man next to him hurriedly stepped forward to help Han Yundao.

"Don't be so polite?"

Han Yun frowned.

I don't know why.

Han Yuncong felt that these old men seemed to be a little unwilling to bear his own courtesy.

"Is it because I'm a disciple of the War Clan?"

Han Yun thought secretly in his heart.

"Giggle...... Young Master Han, please take a seat!"

Just as Han Yun was pondering, at some point, the woman in the alluring city suddenly disappeared from her seat, and when she reappeared, she had already appeared beside Han Yun.

The little hand was on Han Yun's shoulder, and an incomparably terrifying force suppressed Han Yun's body.

Han Yun's body subconsciously sat on the chair.

"That's right!"

The soft voice came again, but when Han Yun came back to his senses, the woman's figure had disappeared, and when she looked up, the woman returned to her seat again.

"Thank you, senior!"

Han Yun arched his hand slightly, looking at the thirteen people, the light in Han Yun's eyes flickered again.

The actions of these thirteen.

It's really abnormal, and there must be some mystery hidden in it.

The Warclan is strong though.

But it is not enough to make these thirteen people have such a good attitude, you must know that Han Yun is just a disciple of a Heavenly Ancestor, even if Han Yun is a member of the War Clan, it will not be ......

(End of chapter)