In fact, the Yangcheng turmoil had already attracted the attention of many forces in Dongsheng Divine Continent, and now, with the birth of the holy weapon, the killing of a living fossil of the Golden Crow Clan, as well as four great powers, was destined to shake the entire Ziwei Ancient Star Turbulence.

"Someone is holding holy soldiers to help the Sun God Cult!"

In a certain ancient city of Shenzhou, someone received the news and immediately shouted, causing a storm.

"Who? How dare you do that! ”

"I haven't heard of the Holy Artifact for at least five hundred years, which force is it?"

One stone stirs up a thousand waves.

Many inquiries rang out.

"It seems to be the Taiyin vein, and there is a strong remnant of Extreme Yin Holy Power outside the city, freezing and annihilating everything."

"Huh? How is it possible, the Duanmu clan has participated in the suppression of the Sun God Sect many times in the past, and they will definitely not help......"

"That's not right! Ancient history records that Taiyin does not refer to Duanmu, they are doves occupy the magpie's nest. ”

"Daoist friends should be cautious, this matter must not be mentioned, otherwise, it will inevitably lead to disaster."

Disloyalty, injustice, unkindness and unfilial piety, killing the blood of the human emperor, stealing the human emperor's Taoism, it is said that it is the Duanmu family. Today, this group of ruthless people have been in the name of the Taiyin Divine Sect for tens of thousands of years, and anyone who talks about this past and the truth will be hunted down bloodily.

"Perhaps, the real descendants of that line still exist, but they are always hiding in the dark."

"That's right, it's really respectable and lamenable to take action at a critical moment to help the bloodline inheritance of the Sun Holy Emperor."

"Hehe, if there is going to be a big mess, the Jinwu clan has a deep heritage, and they will never give up, and the Duanmu clan who stay out of the matter will inevitably be traced."

"Let him pass away if he is gone, the two Holy Emperors will continue for millions of years, it's time to disappear and fulfill future generations."

There was a lot of discussion all over the world, speculating about all possibilities, and at the same time paying close attention to this turmoil that was destined to affect Ziwei Guxing.

There are those who sigh, but there are very few.

Most of the monks were gloating, not thinking that it was a big deal to see the excitement, and they didn't care about the great exploits of the two primeval holy emperors to the human race, but expected their inheritance to be completely severed, falling from the clouds, and being trampled into the dirt again.

As for those who provide assistance, none of them have.

Only when the darkness and turmoil descended and these white-eyed wolves fell into despair, would they cry and shout sorry to the Holy Emperor Yunyun, begging the two deceased Terran Emperors to perform a miracle and save them.

And the center of all the turmoil, the oldest courtyard of the human race, in Yangcheng, is quite calm.

In a slightly dilapidated palace, Meng Fan had swallowed the elixir refined by the essence of the 10,000-year-old little medicine king into his abdomen, and was gathering the essence of all directions to fill his own shortfall.

Not much.

The treasure light around his body converged, and Meng Fan, who was tall, opened his eyes, and his eyes fell on Li Xuanyuan, who was silently protecting himself not far away, and said softly:

"Thank you, Sect Leader Li."

"Daoyou is serious, if you didn't bring the holy soldiers to kill in time, I am afraid that the evil will be more auspicious, and even if you survive it, it will decline even more." Li Xuanyuan hurriedly excused himself and sighed at the same time.

The sun is in a vein, and it is indeed difficult.

However, Meng Fan has decided to help them with all his strength and eradicate the Duanmu clan, in the meantime, he will definitely kill the world upside down, and no one will be left!

Sensing the undisguised killing intent, Li Xuanyuan's expression was solemn, knowing what he was thinking-

Through the previous exchanges, he already knew the origin of Meng Fan, who actually came from the Flood Desolation Ancient Star.

Why are the people of the other Star Fields still grateful for the kindness of the Holy Emperor's ancestors, but the mother planet monks that the Holy Emperor swore to protect are so vicious?

Incomprehensible.

"It's a pity that I came late and couldn't leave a line of bloodline for the Taiyin Holy Emperor."

"Don't blame Daoyou, alas."

Looking at Meng Fan, who was a little self-blaming, Li Xuanyuan shook his head and said in a deep voice: "To settle the matter of the Duanmu clan, you must think long-term, this group of beasts has the background of saints, and it is definitely not something that can be suppressed by holy weapons." ”

A dragon peak monk, an immortal two powers, even if he holds a holy weapon, he can't suppress the sage, even if he is dying and old, he is sealed into the divine source.

In this regard, Meng Fan had a clear understanding, weighed it slightly, and responded: "If it is a Dao King holding a quasi-emperor soldier, or a heirloom saint soldier, can he exterminate that group of beasts?" ”

"Quasi-Imperial Soldiers?"

Li Xuanyuan's face was full of disbelief and confirmed.

"Not necessarily, but the Heirloom Saint Soldier and the Dao Slashing King do exist." Meng Fan replied.

Hakkeinomiya.

The inheritance left by the Taishang Laojun in this world.

This is Meng Fan's goal that must be obtained, if he gets it, he can run rampant in the crape myrtle ancient star, even if six hundred years later, the Nine Dragons pull the coffin to open the prelude to the battle on the emperor's road, as long as he does not die, he can also be safe.

"Both."

After thinking about it for a while, Li Xuanyuan said seriously:

"It is recorded in the ancient books of my sect that the Duanmu clan is not deep, and it has not gone far in the realm of sages, if the heirloom divine soldiers are revived, it is enough to completely eradicate them."

It stands to reason that if something happens to the Taiyin lineage, the Sun God Sect will inevitably help, but they had no time to take care of themselves at that time, and their background was completely lost, so they couldn't play a role at all.

But even so, Li Xuanyuan still blamed himself, the ancestors of the year were also guilty to the end of depression, knowing that there was today, and he would leave a bloodline for the Taiyin Emperor to say anything.

As soon as he thought of this, the Lord of the Sun God Sect couldn't help but say: "Fellow Daoist, you must notify you on the day of reckoning, if you don't work hard, your heart will be uneasy." ”

As he spoke, a piece of communication jade pendant was handed over.

After experiencing this incident, Li Xuanyuan has already made a decision, next, he wants to give up Yangcheng, the last pure land belonging to the Divine Sect, wander the world, involve the attention of the major forces, and buy time for Meng Fan-

Although it is not explicitly stated, it is not difficult to guess the truth, the quasi-emperor soldiers, or the heirloom saint soldiers, are not by their side, and they have to spend energy to find them.

"Not necessarily."

However, Meng Fan did not give up Li Xuanyuan's intentions, and said straight to the point: "Have you ever heard that more than a thousand years ago, there was an old man riding a bull who stopped at Ziwei Star. ”

Sun Emperor, venerable.

His descendants are also worthy of deep friendship.

If he had a different heart, he would have taken advantage of Meng Fan's divine power to snatch the Yin Yang gourd when his divine power was dry, so why bother to protect the Dao?

Because of this, there are truths that don't have to be hidden.

And Li Xuanyuan's mind was in a trance.

I really didn't expect that the hole card was actually Eight Views Palace!

More than 1,000 years ago, there was an old Taoist priest who rode a bull and came to the starry sky, opened up the Xuandu Cave, and built the Eight Views Palace, with a purple gas of 30,000 miles.

Subsequently, this place became a sacred land, and no one knew how powerful the predecessor named Lao Tzu really was, even if the sages saw it, they had to perform the junior ceremony, hoping to follow him on a long journey, but without exception, all of them were rejected.

Eventually, he disappeared, leaving a secret place to spare.

For thousands of years, I don't know how many people have searched for and tried to take chances, especially six hundred years ago, there was an old sage who wanted to storm it and search for a miracle medicine to continue his life, but he was ruthlessly wiped out by the Dao pattern, and he never splashed even the slightest splash.