In the distance, in the forbidden land of Xianyang, suddenly, a clear whistle came out.

"The soul is back, ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~!"

"Boom!"

In the sky above the Xianyang Forbidden Land, suddenly the yin qi rushed to the sky, and the yin wind swept away quickly towards the Xianyang Forbidden Land from all directions.

The yin qi was raging, and even formed a storm.

You must know that at this moment, Julu Academy and Wanru Holy Sect, both sides have infinite Haoran righteousness, and Haoran righteousness has a strong restraint effect on yin qi.

But now, as if he couldn't restrain himself, countless yin qi gathered, impacting the Haoran righteous qi in all directions!

The gloomy air turned the sky in the distance black.

One after another, the yin qi rushed into the earth, the forbidden land of Xianyang, and in an instant, the evil qi was pressing.

"How so?"

"That Xianyang forbidden land, why is there such a big movement?"

"What a heavy yin qi!"

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The Quartet cultivator looked dazed.

Huyan Boyu also suddenly felt a little bad.

Turning his head to look at the Holy Mountain of Ten Thousand Confucians.

Millions of Confucians are arrayed, and on top of the Ten Thousand Confucian Sacred Mountain, there are hundreds of immortals. It was the immortal brought down by Huyan Boyu from the fairy world.

"Go and see!" shouted Huyan Boyu.

"Yes!" a group of immortals flew away.

In addition to this group of immortals, among the countless powerhouses in the Quartet, there are also many who fly into the sky and head towards the Xianyang Forbidden Land.

The huge movement has already touched everyone's hearts.

Under the Julu Academy, countless cultivators were struggling, and under the Holy Scroll Great Array, there were constantly dead and wounded.

On the line of life and death, even some people are desperate and don't even surrender? Is it really meaningful for us to insist on Dazhen? Countless strong people have shown bitterness and despair.

Meng Lingtian was also anxious, and suddenly the Xianyang forbidden land, the yin qi soared to the sky. A dragon's groan shook the sky.

Meng Lingtian's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Everyone, hold on, your Saint is back, the Great Zhen Saint is back, it's back, they're all back!" Meng Lingtian roared.

"The Great Zhen Saint is back!" the other immortals of the Julu Academy shouted in ecstasy.

As soon as a few immortals shouted, the powerhouses who were originally desperate suddenly had a wild beat in their hearts.

Is the Holy Lord back?

"Really, is the Holy One really back?" said an immortal in ecstasy.

"Yes, the Holy Lord will come back from the Xianyang Forbidden Land, so it was only sealed as a forbidden land back then, look at the Xianyang Forbidden Land, everyone is back!" Meng Lingtian shouted.

Everyone looks. Sure enough, the forbidden land of Xianyang has undergone earth-shaking changes.

In an instant, everyone seemed to have been beaten with a booster, and all of them burst out with ultra-extreme power.

"The saint is back!"

"Long live the saint!"

"Long live the saints, long live, long live!"

"Long live the Great Treasure, long live, long live!"

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The struggling strong men shouted wildly and roared excitedly.

Years of depression, the despair at the moment, as if all catharsis was vented in an instant.

One trades off the other.

Millions of Confucian cultivators, arranging the Holy Scroll Great Array, were originally about to win, but suddenly there was a drastic change in the distance, and Yan Chuan was shouted from below?

Yan Chuan is back?Great Zhen strong men, back from the fairy world?

Countless Confucian cultivators suddenly trembled in their hands, and the originally fierce Holy Scroll Great Array suddenly became slightly unstable.

"How is it possible?"

"It's been gone for five thousand years, why did you come back at this time?"

"Fake, it must be fake!"

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Some Confucian cultivators are even more frightened and manic.

Huyan Boyu, who commanded the battle, also changed his face.

Meng Lingtian shouted, Yan Chuan is back?

"Quick, you bunch of waste, go and take a look!" Huyan Boyu shouted at the flying immortals.

For a while, the hearts of countless cultivators around him were beating wildly.

Those who are strong on the sidelines are even more heartbeating.

For a while, countless emotions brewed, unbelief, horror, ecstasy, excitement, and despair! All kinds of emotions erupted at this moment.

Is Xianyang forbidden land?

Countless powerhouses rushed towards the forbidden land, and in the blink of an eye, they reached the sky above the forbidden land.

Countless yin qi was blowing from all directions, straight into the ground.

A group of strong people looked at the underground, and their faces were a little ugly for a while, everyone knew that there was a problem in this underground, and there was a big problem. And looking at this underground, countless strong people, suddenly there was a feeling of fear.

Just looking at the earth is like a breathtaking feeling.

A group of strong people looked at each other, and the immortals didn't know what to do for a while.

"Destroy that forbidden land for me, completely destroy it!" Huyan Boyu's voice came from afar.

"Yes!"

Hundreds of immortals, almost at the same time.

"Roar!"

An overwhelming force exerted itself from the hands of the immortals, and hit towards the forbidden land of Xianyang, with great power, destroying the world and the earth, as if it could beat this land into powder in an instant.

"Ang ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~!"

Under the earth, a great dragon roar came.

The dragon roared to the sky, and suddenly the earth exploded from below to the sky.

"Boom!"

The forbidden land of Xianyang exploded in an instant, and endless mud and mountains and rocks accompanied by an eighteen-clawed golden dragon soared into the sky.

The golden dragon of luck, the whole body was full of golden light, and his face showed a hideous and fierce light, and where he passed, the giant palms shot down by the immortals melted away one after another, and countless mountains and rocks and soil soared into the sky.

The entire Xianyang Forbidden Land was filled with boulders.

The golden dragon roared, and between swinging its tail, the group of immortals who surrounded it flew out with a bang.

A large amount of dirt flew in all directions in an instant.

In the vast area, the earth, mountains, and rivers were thrown away in an instant.

Yin Qi is raging. The billowing black mist shrouded that place in a mysterious.

"Ang ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~!"

The Eighteen-Clawed Luck Golden Dragon roared again.

The nine golden dragons of the Ten Thousand Confucian Holy Sect and the nine nine-clawed golden dragons of the Julu Academy all flinched.

At the same time, the five major divine continents in the world.

In the sky above some cities, the luck has disappeared, while in the sky above some cities, there are still the luck that Yan Chuan used to scatter in the past and a small golden dragon.

"Ang!", "Ang!", "Ang!", "Ang!", ..................

For a time, there was a city of golden dragons, and the golden dragons all roared excitedly, looking up to the sky and roaring, as if they were drinking the eighteen-clawed luck golden dragon from Xianyang.

When the sky came out, the whole world was in an uproar.

It's been 5,000 years, and these luck haven't moved for 5,000 years.

Suddenly there was a roar? What's going on?

Many people don't know why, but some ancient families, family ancestors, all walked out of their respective houses.

Dongshenzhou, outside the original Yanjing, in a manor.

In the main hall of the manor, an old man walked out.

"Old Ancestor, what's going on, how can Yanjing have a dragon yin?"

The old man was in tears.

"It's been five thousand years, five thousand years, the Holy One has returned, the Holy One has returned!" the old man trembled with excitement.

"Old Ancestor?" said a group of disciples in surprise.

The old man suddenly knelt down in the direction of the dragon's voice.

"Grass people, welcome the return of the saint, the wonderful novel of the saint#, long live the tower reading, long live long live!"

The old man bowed, and the disciples in the clan could only follow suit.

This scene has appeared in countless places around the world. The ancestors of countless families knelt down in the direction of Long Yin.

"Welcome to the return of the saints, long live the saints, long live the saints!"

"Welcome to the return of the saints, long live the saints, long live the saints!"

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Countless voices of worship seemed to be fed back to the place of the eighteen-clawed luck golden dragon in an instant.

The Eighteen-Clawed Luck Golden Dragon did not restrain this voice.

For a time, the sky above Xianyang was full of respects.

"Welcome to the return of the saints, long live the saints, long live the saints!"

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The sound of endless worship, the sound of endless worship.

The powerhouses around Xianyang were terrified for a while.

The struggling powerhouses of Julu Academy cheered: "The Holy Lord is back!"

"Welcome to the return of the Holy One!"

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The powerhouses of Julu Academy worshipped, but the millions of Confucian cultivators were not so calm, and even had a look of horror.

In the distance, the dragon roared to the sky, and countless worships from all over the world came. It was as if a catastrophe had struck.

Huyan Boyu's breathing also intensified.

"Bastard, what Yan Chuan, I'm not afraid!" Huyan Boyu roared, as if to cheer himself up again.

In the distance, the yin qi slowly entered the interior of Xianyang. The yin qi slowly decreased, and the distant scene was slowly exposed to all the strong people.

High in the sky, above a small sea of luck clouds, the eighteen-clawed golden dragon of luck roared, showing the momentum of dominating the world.

Below, a huge cavern is vast as far as the eye can see.

On top of the huge grotto, there are countless palaces. At this moment, there are countless sculptures standing densely.

Countless sculptures were surrounded by a stream of souls rushing into their bodies.

In the center. A huge palace with the inscription 'Chaotian Palace'.

Chaotian Palace, the Great Zhen Heavenly Dynasty, and the Chaohui Palace, countless strong people were extremely shocked.

And above the Chaotian Temple Square, there are countless officials standing at this moment, ranging from high to low.

Countless official sculptures, at the moment, are respectfully worshipping to the center, a huge coffin.

A huge bronze coffin.

Inside the bronze coffin, there was a man wearing the robe of the Black Dragon Emperor, dressed in a dragon robe, majestic to the sky, with a crown of flat heaven on his head, covering all directions, and at the center of his eyebrows, there was a piece of black jade talisman.

From a distance, a breath of domination of the world came to my face.

Countless strong people, it was as if their hearts were grabbed in an instant.

"Yan Chuan?"

"Dazhen?"

Countless powerhouses shouted in horror.

"Click!"

Yan Chuan's eyebrows, the black jade talisman slowly flew up. Yan Chuan's eyes suddenly opened, and from Yan Chuan's eyes, two fourteen-colored golden lights suddenly burst out.

Yan Chuan woke up?

While countless strong people swallowed their saliva, countless sculptural officials and soldiers from all directions. Many people also suddenly opened their eyes.

"Buzz!" "Buzz!" ........................

One by one, his eyes opened, and his eyes were all spraying different lights.

"Click, click!"

Countless stiff bodies are slowly writhing, writhing to this stiffness.

Including Huyan Boyu, all the strong people seemed to have a feeling that they couldn't breathe, and that kind of oppression seemed to have drained all the air from all directions. (To be continued)