Yu Cunjian's body shook suddenly, and even his breathing stagnated.

His eyes rolled white, his body sat down softly, and he muttered frantically: "Emperor...... Emperor...... No way...... Impossible...... How so? How so? ”

Not to mention Zhou Daoyi and Yu Cunjian, they were so scared that their souls were almost gone.

Even everyone in Xiaoyaomen was dumbfounded.

"Ink ...... Mentor Mo? How could Mentor Mo be here? ”

"Why does the elder of Longteng want to call Mentor Mo Emperor?"

Although I had heard it cold before, they called "Mo Jue" the king.

But the people of Xiaoyaomen didn't pay attention to it at all.

At this time, they only felt a turbulence in their hearts, and they were about to wonder if they were hallucinating.

For nearly a thousand years, there has been a legend on the road of Xiuzhen that no one can surpass.

At that time, the Xiuzhen Continent was in shambles, and there were many wars.

Demon cultivators, spiritual cultivators, and demon beasts, the three parties wantonly slaughtered and fought, and the bloody aura permeated the entire heaven and earth.

It was in such a turbulent era that a young man appeared.

The man has a peerless face that can fascinate all women in the world, but he is as cold as an iceberg and not close to women.

At first, no one cared about the appearance of the young man.

But slowly, the strength of the man became stronger and stronger, and more and more people gathered under his hands.

By the time the spiritual, demonic, and demonic cultivators who were addicted to war and blood reacted, most of the Xiuzhen Continent was already under the control of men.

The Xiuzhen Continent ushered in the first real big blood change and reshuffle.

Men formulate the norms of the Lower Cultivation True Continent, which can eat the weak and the strong, and must not kill innocents indiscriminately; It is possible to oppose the factions, but not to the mortals......

Some people are not convinced, some people knowingly commit crimes, and some people disobey the law, of course, the fate of these people is very miserable.

In just a few years, the cruel and angry demon cultivator disappeared and disappeared, and the silence was silent; Even if there are all kinds of calculations in spirituality, they can only surrender willingly; The demon beasts even hid in the major mountain ranges, and they didn't dare to make trouble anymore.

The man also established four major academies, Longteng, Fengtian, Xingchen, and Lingwu, planting one flame after another for the strength of the cultivators of this continent.

The Xiuzhen Continent returned to its unprecedented calm and tranquility.

Mortals are grateful, and they are inscribed with five feelings. The spiritualists are convinced and obey the Lord.

Everyone called the young man "Emperor".

This is the only legend in the history of the Xiuzhen Continent that has unified the entire continent.

Also, from beginning to end, the only person who is qualified to be called an "emperor".

"Little junior sister...... Yun Ruohan swallowed his saliva, and only after a long time did he tremble his lips and asked with difficulty: "Mentor Mo, he ...... He...... Who the hell is it? ”

Mu Yan didn't hear Yun Ruohan's voice at all.

Her gaze fell on the man's handsome face for a moment, and her whole heart beat like a drum.

How long has it been since you saw him?

It seemed like it was only a few months, but she always felt as if years had passed.

Mu Yan's feelings have always been restrained and rational.

She also thought that her relationship with Di Mingjue would always be like this.

The water flows for a long time, and the son is safe, holding the hand of the son, and growing old with the son.

But it wasn't until this moment that she realized that she would also be impulsive, eager and longing, and would also let lovesickness overflow.

Mu Yan walked forward slowly, her beautiful eyes were like water, her lips moved, and she was about to speak.

But he was suddenly grabbed by his slender waist and pressed into his arms.