"Long time no see? Do they know each other?"

"Could it be that King Li Yan has met her and knows her?"

A simple sentence caused shock from all directions, the beautiful woman in the heavenly court, at least a quasi-emperor-level existence, but she knew Li Xiao.

What is the relationship between them?

What will happen when two quasi-emperor-level bigwigs meet.

Whether it is the primeval race or the human race, this moment is too tense.

I don't know how many years have not had such a master come out, this kind of master, any one, is the existence of earth-shattering ghosts and gods, and no one dares to be careless.

Huaxia, the United States, and the high-level officials of various countries, through holographic equipment images, gathered together, held an emergency meeting, took precautions, and began to discuss how to resist if there was any big accident.

The meeting was the most efficient, fastest, and most unanimous meeting in history.

In total, it took less than a minute, in fact, they had already figured out how to deal with it, and after only a short exchange, they sent a message.

At this moment, in the secret bases of various countries, there had never been any weapons that could destroy the world, and they began to slowly open, locking the heavenly court above the nine heavens.

Once any of the two of them makes a move that is not good for the earth, then these weapons that have passed through the most cutting-edge modern technology, as well as the current highest Dao technique, and the fusion of the formation and text, will be the first to strike.

The two emperors appeared, and all sides paid attention.

Whether it was the lowest-level cultivator or a saint from a distant time ago, all of them paid attention to the distant Heavenly Court.

At the same time, various countries are dispatching one helicopter after another, which is as fast as almost exceeding the speed of light, to transfer people within a radius of thousands of miles from the heavenly court.

Thousands of miles away, empty.

No, to be exact, there is a person.

This person is Qian Xiaosheng.

Originally, Li Xiao had sent him away, but he came back.

Before returning, he wrote a suicide note and left it to his children.

As a member of the Thousand Clans, the contemporary patriarch.

He must shoulder the responsibilities of his generation.

Decades ago, in order to leave a complete history and a complete database of information for future generations, his grandfather went deep into various dangerous places and recorded one thing after another.

Now, the old man has gone west, and he has come to a thousand miles with the will of the old man.

Arguably.

It's definitely a very dangerous place.

The emperor-level figure made a move, and with just one move, he would be overwhelmed by boundless mana, and there would be no place to bury him.

Today's Qian Xiaosheng, the image of the prodigal son of the past is gone, just like a scholar, in white clothes and white hats, with a feather fan and a book, holding a book and holding a brush in his hand.

No matter whether he wrote down anything today, anyway, this force is pretending to be very good, and it has successfully attracted countless eyes.

However, more people's attention is still in the vast heavenly court.

Li Xiao's black robe fluttered and walked into the Heavenly Palace.

In the face of the woman sitting on the top, he did not have the slightest fear.

It's been a few decades.

Today's him is no longer the same as he was at the beginning.

What's more, there is also the power of faith in Mt. Endless Sumeru.

"Yes, long time no see, calculate the time, is it fifty years, or sixty years, or seventy years?"

There is no time for cultivation, and Li Xiao has no special sense of time.

"Fifty-four years, one hundred and sixty-three days. The woman sat on a spacious purple and gold chair, looking down at Li Xiao, pinpointing the time it had been since they had last met.

"It seems that you have not had a good time these years. Li Xiao talked to him calmly, and the two chatted like old friends.

There is only one possibility to remember the day clearly, and that day is a very important day.

No matter whether the important day is good or bad, the process of waiting is extremely uncomfortable.

"You're right, in the days you left, every day, all the time, I didn't want to leave Tianling. ”

"Forty-six years in advance, the experience that has been consumed, not only forty years, but also four thousand years, cannot restore my strength. ”

"All this for freedom. ”

Countless people are listening to the conversation between the two, although they may not be able to hear it clearly, but everyone is attentive and unwilling to miss any of the actions of the two.

"Freedom?"

Li Xiao took out a modern chair from Xiaotian and sat down.

He was not in a hurry to follow Li Laojiu's words.

Now, he needs time, and the Chinese people need even more time.

Not only sat down, Li Xiao also put out a tea set and made tea himself, the tea is a good tea, it is a king medicine-level tea that he inadvertently got many years ago.

He is skillful, making tea, washing tea, pouring tea, all in one go.

The tea is full of fragrance, spread all over the world, and it is refreshing.

Three cups of tea.

A cup, for Qian Xiaosheng thousands of miles away.

The teacup spanned thousands of miles and never spilled a drop.

A cup and hand it to the woman who stands tall.

Another cup, Li Xiao poured himself a drink and tasted it leisurely: "If you are in a hurry to come out, then there must be something to do." ”

"You're free, anyway, so can you answer one of my questions? ”

"Heavenly Court, what happened back then, why were they all buried in the Heavenly Tomb, and why did you protect the Heavenly Tomb. ”

"The past is like smoke, and I don't want to mention it again. ”

The woman took the tea and took a leisurely taste, showing her imperial spirit: "The gods of the heavenly court, want to do things that no one in the world can do." ”

"So, no one survived. ”

"What's the matter?" Li Xiao asked.

"Against God. "Not hurried, not slow, as if chatting about family life, slowly said these three words.

God!

This word has reached everyone's ears very clearly.

Many people became agitated.

What is God, the monk of this life, striving for, striving for?

It is not sanctification, nor is it emperorhood.

But one day, when he ascends to the peak, he will become a god.

Today, there is great turmoil in the Buddha kingdom because of the appearance of treasures related to the gods.

At this moment, an emperor-level figure mentioned the word god, and all of a sudden, under the nine heavens, no matter who it was, all mentioned two hundred percent of the spirit, and the primordial spirit bloomed, not only listening carefully to the voice, but also seriously looking at the lip shape, for fear of missing something.

"God?" Lin Hao's expression was also stagnant,

"The god you are talking about is a man from outside the heavens, or is it a true God. ”

It's a pity that the empress didn't answer Li Xiao's question, and in a pair of clear eyes, there was endless desolation:

"Confrontation with God will not end well. ”

"Aren't you still alive?" Li Xiao sneered, "It seems that you didn't fight against the so-called gods, right?"

"Yes. ”

The empress said leisurely: "Not only that, Zhang Bairen also died in my hands!"

What the!

Li Xiao was shocked, and his eyes were full of incredulity.

Who is Zhang Bairen?

How could he not know the name?

According to folk rumors, the lord of heaven, the Jade Emperor's real name, is called Zhang Bairen!

(End of chapter)