The one who attacked Xia Yang was a little boy with bright eyes and bright teeth on the surface, but there was a deep viciousness and arrogance hidden under the face of the jade sculpture, and a little scale armor was faintly revealed on one arm, but in fact it was not a human being, but a first-class demon.

However, how could Xia Yang not see through his true face, the golden light flashed in his eyes, and the boy transformed by the cyan wild dragon directly disappeared, as if it had never appeared, and the immortal land regained its calm.

"Have you seen enough?" The next moment, Xia Yang snorted coldly: "Do you come out by yourself, or do you want to invite you to come out?"

With his soft snort, the countless formations of the entire immortal land suddenly broke, and in the depths of the clouds, a simple palace was revealed, as if it had been created by nature.

In front of the hall, two figures were revealed, one of them was calm, he didn't look very old, he was wearing a five-colored dragon robe, wearing a purple and gold crown, and an inexplicable majesty was permeating, like the lower realm of the heavenly king, but compared to the other, it seemed very ordinary.

The person in front of him is slightly similar to his eyebrows and eyes, but he is more of an ordinary appearance, and his body shape is ordinary and his temperament is ordinary, but the kind of Taoist meaning that seems to be integrated into the nature of heaven and earth is eye-catching.

Especially the Xuandu Bajing Palace behind it, wisps of purple qi surround it, setting off the two of them even more extraordinary.

"Who are you, dare to come to my Taiqing Holy Realm and spread the wilderness in the Eight Views Palace?" the young man wearing a purple and gold crown on his head shouted loudly, this person's heavenly spirit cover loomed in the sky, and the essence of the whole body was like a dragon, surging, like a divine furnace, containing terrifying and terrifying divine power.

However, although his attitude was arrogant, it implied that he was very jealous, obviously through the previous scene, he knew that the man in green shirt in front of him was not easy to mess with.

"Tianzhi, don't be rude! Why don't you apologize to His Holiness for your sins?"

Hearing the young man's question, the ordinary young man in front of him hurriedly spoke in a deep voice, and then bowed to Xia Yang and said, "I hope that His Holiness will be magnanimous and forgive him." ”

Hearing the eldest brother's shouting, the young man was not a fool, he didn't know that this was a big man who even his eldest brother didn't dare to offend, and his face changed greatly, and he hurriedly confessed to Xia Yang.

Xia Yang didn't mean to investigate and kill, but said lightly to the young man with an ordinary temperament: "And take this seat in, I have something to ask you." ”

"Yes!" the man nodded respectfully and hurriedly welcomed Xia Yang into the palace.

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Half an hour later, Xia Yang left the Eight Views Palace, went straight to the North Sea, and soon arrived at a mysterious sea area, an ancient island located in the black sea, on which was full of life, ancient medicine was endless, and the fragrance of medicine was fragrant.

The most shocking and heartwarming thing is that there is an ancient tree in the island, the color is golden, such as gold, the gold leaves are abundant, and the sun is flowing!

This is the legendary Tang Valley, also known as Yanggu, there are many legends in ancient China, according to legend is the place where the sun rises, very mysterious, and another secret place "Yu Yuan" opposite. There, the place where the sun sets, is mentioned in the Great Wilderness North Classic.

The angry waves rolled, unable to invade the Tang Valley an inch, into the eyes, it was a peaceful pure land, the island was full of vitality, old medicine was everywhere, all kinds of medicinal fragrance pounced, people were baptized, pores were dilated, and there was a golden ancient tree towering, the divine glow was swirling, the golden leaves of the tree were dazzling, densely stacked, gently swaying, such as the sky full of stars falling.

This is a Fusang Divine Tree, which belongs to the Immortal Divine Tree like the Enlightenment Ancient Tea Tree collected by Xia Yang from the Immortal Mountain, if it is obtained by a great emperor, it is enough to live for two lifetimes, not to mention that it has a greater effect on ordinary monks!

"The Classic of Mountains and Seas: Overseas East Longitude" says: "There is a Tang Valley below, and there is Fusang on the Tang Valley, and the ten-day bath is in the north of the Black Tooth." ”

There is also a record in an ancient book: "Fusang, the tree is thousands of zhang long, more than a thousand around." The two stems have the same root, and they are more dependent on each other, which is to Fusang in the name. ”

Legend has it that every emperor has an immortal elixir, which is the hope planted by the emperor for himself, and the Fuso Sacred Tree is the object of the enlightenment of the Sun Holy Emperor in the past!

The Sun Holy Emperor is the emperor of a human race, and also a title that has crushed the heavens of the ages, preaching the primeval world, creating the glory of the human race, and the common respect of all domains!

This heroic man in the history of the human race, proud of the ages, brave and merciful, nine heavens and ten earths, only I respect, swept the three thousand worlds, reversed the six reincarnations, and another Taiyin ancient emperor was once respected as the emperor, their achievements shocked the ages, dominated the world, and won the hearts of the people.

Taiyin and sun, which is weak and which is strong, yin and yang are together, and the world is the emperor.

It's a pity that this ancient emperor of the human race has already sat in the primeval period, but the Fusang Divine Tree that accompanied him in his preaching is still alive in the world.

This can't help but make Xia Yang sigh a little for it, the fairy road is cut off, no one can stop the passage of time, and in the end they will all pass away, becoming a wave in history, even if you are amazing for eternity, leaving a great reputation, in the end you can only be buried in the loess.

However, the Fusang Sacred Tree in front of Xia Yang now has only one main trunk, and it is far from being so tall, no more than six zhang high, but it is more majestic than the mountains.

It has a special momentum, the golden sun holy power flows, such as opening up an ancient universe, evolving three thousand realms, covered with golden mist, and the weather is thousands.

"Boom ......"

The sound of wind and thunder sounded, and above the six-zhang golden Fusang Sacred Tree, an ancient temple appeared, hazy and unclear, like in the clouds and mist, and like in another world.

Moreover, there is an ancient temple in the void above the Fuso sacred tree, which is too similar to some records.

There is a record in the "Records of the Ten Continents": Fusang is in the blue sea, there is the Taidi Palace, where the king of Taizhen East lives......

Emperor Tai refers to the Sun Holy Emperor, and here is the residence of the ancient emperor in the past!

Feeling the vigorous breath of life, the most primordial sun holy power, Xia Yang slowly walked forward, came to the Fusang Sacred Tree, and then his mind moved, and a small tower appeared in his hand. Then in the next moment, a one-armed old man in Tsing Yi and a sarcophagus also appeared beside him.

"Who can bury me in my native land......"

The old man in Tsing Yi was full of light, although he stood in front of the immortal tree, surrounded by the holy power of the endless sun, his face was full of confusion.

This is a divine thought brought by Xia Yang in the starry sky before, it is the Sun Holy Emperor, an evil thought that belongs to the human emperor after his death, and there is only one kind of persistence left, wanting to return to his homeland.

At this time, it belongs to the night, a full moon hangs high in the sky, the wing-colored ocean in the distance is undulating, the island is a plain and hazy, the cliff is strange stones, and the old medicine welcomes the moon and spits out the glow.

Tanggu, the six-zhang golden Fusang immortal god tree is bright, illuminating this night sky, and the old man in Tsing Yi under the tree is independent, full of misery. In front of him, an old sarcophagus hung out, filled with a strange aura, and everything on the island became strange because of it.

Above the golden Fusang tree, an ancient hall sits down, looming, majestic and magnificent, and magnificent.

The old man in Tsing Yi seemed to have lost his soul, and his whole person was in a daze, without a little fluctuation of mental power, like a wooden stake.

The sarcophagus is extremely terrifying, and every wisp of qi that overflows is enough to wipe out a peerless figure, and it is displayed quietly like that, incomparably mysterious.

The old man was confused, as if he had lost all his memories, in a kind of endless harmony before the opening of heaven and earth, unable to distinguish between black and white, unable to see the past and the future, forgetting the world and the world, forgetting all things, and forgetting himself.

"I want to return to my homeland, but now that I've come back, why can't I remember who I am?" Xia Yang spoke softly, although he asked, but there was an indescribable sigh between his words, sighing this ancient emperor, the sage of the human race.

"Who am I...... Who am I?" the one-armed old man in Tsing Yi asked himself, and after a while, his eyes became brighter and brighter, and then he suddenly raised his head and hugged the sarcophagus.

At this moment, he seemed to think of something, a pair of eyes flashed with divine light, saw through the past and the present, illuminated the long river of time, and saw his former self.

"Nine heavens and ten earths, I am the only one, sweeping the three thousand worlds, reversing the six reincarnations, I am ...... Sun Emperor!"

Holding the sarcophagus, the one-armed old man in Tsing Yi slowly spoke, talking to himself, but at this moment, it seemed to shake the Three Realms and Six Realms, and the vast black waves of the North Sea hit the sky, and the clouds in all directions collapsed.

This one-armed old man, dressed in green clothes at this time, is not heroic or majestic, but at this time there is a kind of world-shattering style that suppresses the three thousand realms and traverses the eternal!