The grandmaster moved extremely quickly, and as soon as the words fell, he took the lead in rushing towards Song Yun and slashed down with a hand knife.

The people around him were all guards disguised in disguise, and at this moment, they attacked from all directions.

Song Yun didn't move, he coughed lightly, and the invisible qi strength protected his body, like an invisible copper wall.

The Grandmaster slashed at it with a knife in his hand, and before he could touch anyone, his wrist was almost broken.

The body guards pushed out horizontally, and dozens of guards felt as if they had been hit head-on by a small mountain, and flew out directly, lying down horizontally.

Seeing this, the remaining 100 people suddenly stopped, and they were all shocked, and they didn't dare to step forward.

"Martial Saint, it's Martial Saint! Ask the Venerable One in the palace to help!" The Grandmaster clutched his wrists and shouted.

"That's enough!" A cold shout rang out from the direction of the palace, "All retreat."

Hearing this voice, many people subconsciously shouted, "Emperor......

The white figure flashed, and a white-robed young man suddenly appeared opposite Song Yun, and without speaking, he looked over quietly.

Song Yun also looked at the other party curiously.

The two stood opposite each other, but the guards around them were dumbfounded—how could this "Southern Spy" be so similar to the White Emperor?

The appearance is completely different, but the temperament is very similar, and it is also a white-robed sword.

I don't feel anything when I look at it alone, and there are more people who imitate the White Emperor's dress.

But when standing together, it immediately becomes clear that there are all similarities, which is not something that can be done by imitation.

The guards stopped shouting and looked at each other, not knowing what the relationship between this person and the White Emperor was.

After a long time, the white-robed young man gently tugged at the corners of his mouth, trying to squeeze out a stiff smile, which seemed to be very unaccustomed, and immediately returned to a cold expression, and whispered:

"Long time no see, senior brother."

"Senior brother?" Song Yun was a little surprised.

As soon as he saw this white-robed young man, he guessed the identity of the other party.

He has the unique temperament of cultivating and killing the sword, and he is also the strongest martial artist in the late stage of the human immortal.

In this era, there is only one person who is eligible - the White Emperor.

Song Yun was sure that he had a relationship with the White Emperor, but he didn't expect it to be a brother-in-law relationship.

But who is Master?

The veterans of the North Court are half of Song Yun's masters, but most of his cultivation comes from the system.

Who passed on this White Emperor's killing sword way?

Here, the White Emperor had already looked at the guards and ordered:

"Clear."

"Today's events are strictly forbidden to be spread out."

The guards replied in unison, "Yes!"

Although it was not clear who Song Yun was, it did not affect the execution of the mission, and they took off their disguises one after another and set up defenses around the palace to prevent anyone from approaching.

The White Emperor Chong Song Yun said:

"Come on, you've been waiting for you for a long time."

Song Yun nodded and followed the steps towards the palace.

Just now, the grandmaster guard said that this place is "the place of the emperor".

Looking at the meaning of the White Emperor, he is also a member of the participating ***.

Anthy is his home turf and is not afraid of any accidents.

Stepping into the hall and looking around, this place is completely incomparable with the Great Xia Palace, it can already be regarded as simple.

But the lineup in the hall couldn't catch up with it in the heyday of Great Xia.

Four supreme powerhouses, two people in the late immortal stage, one in the middle stage of immortals, and one in the middle stage of yang gods.

There were also more than a dozen Martial Saint Peaks and Nine Tribulation Ghost Immortals standing behind.

At this time, these powerhouses turned their heads together, and their eyes were all focused on Song Yun, some curious, some surprised.

Song Yun hid his cultivation, and ordinary people couldn't see the reality, but the four emperors on the seat were confused.

The red-armored female warrior was the first to speak: "Song Xuan, why are you just the peak of the Martial Saint?"

"Falling? Or is it self-proclaimed?" The old man in the dragon robe guessed.

"Nope." The middle-aged scholar is in the realm of the Yang God, and his eyesight is the strongest and direct

He concluded, "You've been reincarnated and rebuilt!"

"What?" Everyone present was in an uproar.

The middle-aged scholar took out the bamboo slips, and looked at Song Yun, and the small characters on the bamboo slips jumped.

"He's in his twenties now."

At this level, it is very easy to change your appearance, but tens of thousands of years old and twenty years old are different after all, and the difference can still be seen in the eyes of masters.

Everyone looked at it closely, comparing Song Yun with the White Emperor next to him.

Sure enough, on the surface, they are all white-robed youths, but in fact there is a difference.

Hearing these speculations, Song Yun smiled silently, and in the eyes of others, he acquiesced.

"Reincarnation and Reconstruction...... It's not a loss to Emperor Xuan, this courage is beyond our reach." The old man in the dragon robe couldn't help but admire.

As long as the Dao method is practiced to the realm of ghosts and immortals, it is not uncommon to be reincarnated.

The problem is that reincarnation means giving up the precious cultivation of martial arts immortals! and tens of thousands of years of longevity!

If you fail to cultivate in the next life and don't become an immortal, then you have to continue to reincarnate and keep trying.

Once you don't even cultivate the ghosts, it's completely over.

Therefore, even if the strong people feel that their previous cultivation is flawed, they do not dare to easily push it down and start over.

Suddenly, the exclamations in the palace came and went.

The eyes of everyone looking at Song Yun became complicated, envy mixed with jealousy.

Looking at Emperor Xuan's current state, he will break through the human immortal in his twenties, and "reincarnation and recultivation" is undoubtedly a success.

The term reincarnation can explain many things, Song Yun deliberately misunderstood everyone, and at the same time transmitted the message to the White Emperor:

"I've forgotten a lot of things, who are these people?"

After accepting the term "reincarnation", the White Emperor did not feel strange, and the transmission introduced the three people in the seat one by one.

The old man in the dragon robe is the Yellow Emperor Xuanwu, who has the support of the thirty-six tribes in the north and is the most influential leader in the north.

The Red Armor Female Cultivator is the Red Emperor Qinghuang, the leader of the twenty-two tribes in the Northeast.

The middle-aged scholar is the Qingdi Taizhu, the palace master of the Qishan Dao Palace, and the leader of all the Dao cultivators in the north.

Emperor Bai originally planned to introduce so much, but he heard Song Yun's voice ask again:

"What about me? Who am I?"

Now the White Emperor is not calm.

If it weren't for the fact that Song Yun's aura was exactly the same as tens of thousands of years ago, he would have wondered if someone had come to impersonate him.

"How many things have you forgotten? What do you remember?"

Song Yun smiled: "I basically forgot about it, I just remember that Anxi is my territory, so I came."

「…… Okay."

The White Emperor took a deep breath and continued to transmit: "Your name is Song Xuan, one of the leaders of the human race 60,000 years ago, and he was called Emperor Xuan by the world."

"My name is Yin Han, I am known as the White Emperor, and I am also your junior brother, and I control the twenty-one clans in the northwest."

"You're my junior brother? Then who is our master?" Song Yun asked the question he was most concerned about.

「…… Without a master, you are a substitute for the apprentice."

"No wonder." Song Yun nodded, this can be explained.

Looking around at the people in the hall, the Green Emperor, the Red Emperor, and the Yellow Emperor all bowed their heads, and their attitudes were not close, but they were not hostile, and they seemed a little distant.

This is a normal phenomenon, the old people who have not been seen for tens of thousands of years, suddenly return, and no one can figure out the situation.