Mu Yu suddenly discovered that the Xi and Divine Bloodlines flowing in his body had amazing power. Like a brilliant light, this power suddenly tore open the ground, revealing a portal to the unknown.

It was the secret place of the Toshin lineage, a mysterious space that had been sealed for countless years. Activated by Mu Yu's Xi and Divine Bloodline, that space was like a broken mirror, quickly cracking, forming a huge spatial crack. An ancient and powerful force was released from the crack and filled the air, as if with an ancient and distant majesty.

Then, the demon clan of the Eastern God lineage emerged from the crack. They looked at the Clark in front of them, who was chasing Mu Yu, and their eyes flashed with a fierce cold light. Although their bodies are no different from ordinary people, each of them has a powerful demonic power flowing from their bodies, which is a power derived from blood, ancient and mysterious.

A hint of vigilance flashed in the demon clan's eyes, and they felt the powerful aura emanating from Clark's body. But at the same time, they also saw the innate Xihe divine bloodline on Mu Yu's body, which was the sign of their clan and the hope of their clan.

At this moment, Clark did not notice this sudden change. He stared at Mu Yu intently, and the energy condensed in his hand kept tumbling, attacking Mu Yu fiercely. However, at the moment when he was about to attack, the group of demon clans of the Eastern God lineage suddenly attacked, and their figures flashed like ghosts, instantly blocking Clarke's attack.

A tall man stood in front of Mu Yu like a mountain. His body was as hard as steel, and his height and strength were intimidating weapons that seemed to be carefully crafted. His face was as deep as a thousand-year-old glacier, and his eyes were like blazing flames, burning with an indomitable will.

Clark, the mysterious Odin Divine Disciple, stood a few meters away, his eyes flashing with a cold blue light. There was a powerful momentum around him, like an invisible storm, making people's hearts beat faster and their breathing shorter.

These two powerful forces collided in the air, sparking a shocking showdown. The flames that erupted from the man's body canceled out Clark's icy blue light, forming a brilliant light. Their battle was like two evenly matched whirlwinds staggering in mid-air, setting off waves of qi.

A fiery sword suddenly appeared in the man's hand, slashing towards Clark like a meteor across the night sky. Clarke, on the other hand, sneered, clasped his hands together, and a powerful magic array formed in his hands, instantly neutralizing the man's attack.

Morovi stood steadily, facing a powerful white-haired woman from the Togami lineage. The woman was like a hermit on the top of a snowy mountain, mysterious and ruthless, her body was a celestial crane, giving her the ability to attack with incredible speed.

The white-haired woman, with a slender figure, was wearing a fairy robe like a cloud brocade, flowing like a fairy. Between her eyebrows, there is a tranquility and indifference beyond the world. Her main body, the Heavenly Crane, is a crane with extremely high spirituality, which gives her powerful attack ability and swift skills. Every time she waved her arm, the crane rushed towards Morovi at an astonishing speed, like lightning piercing the silent night sky.

Morowi, as a warrior of the Western Gods, was not afraid of this sudden attack. His eyes were as firm as iron, and he had no intention of flinching in the face of the white-haired woman's attack. His figure moved quickly across the battlefield, skillfully dodging one Sky Crane attack after another. His hands clenched the long sword, the tip of the sword slid through the air, and each swing carried a strong force.

Two powerful creatures compete against each other on the battlefield, where their strength, speed, and wits are put to the extreme. Their battle is like a vivid picture, every attack, every dodge is like a beautiful painting, which makes people marvel.

The scene in front of him was much more than he expected. The white-haired woman was so fast that people couldn't see clearly, and every time she dodged, she was like a smart butterfly, light and elegant. Her body seems to be completely free from the rules of physics, which is amazing. And another tall man, surrounded by blazing flames, like a fire god descending into the world, the strength of his physical body is staggering. He seemed to ignore Clark's attack, and no amount of force could make him take a step back.

Clark's wind blade left white marks on his body, but it was never able to break through his defenses. The strength of his physical body is comparable to steel, as if even a mountain can easily shake it. It didn't seem to be an ordinary flame, but a flame with magical powers, which could withstand the attacks of thunder and lightning, and dissolve the power into nothingness.

Morovi and Clark saw that Mu Yu, with the assistance of the man and woman, seemed to be unable to subdue each other, and they had no choice but to retreat temporarily. The two of them quickly stepped back, their figures disappearing into the night.

At this time, Mu Yu also saw their retreat, although he was a little unwilling in his heart, he also understood that the situation at the moment was not optimistic. He looked in the direction the two men had left, and his eyes gleamed with determination. He knew that this contest was not over, and that the struggle between them had just begun.

At this moment, Clark shattered the void and instantly evacuated this fierce battlefield. His departure, like a glimmer of light in the darkness, was fleeting, leaving a silence. Morovi also turned into a bolt of lightning, piercing the sky and fleeing quickly, leaving only the faint smell of electricity in the air.

In this thrilling battle, the tall man and the white-haired woman always stuck to Mu Yu's side, their eyes were firm and fearless. They did not let up with the departure of Clark and Morowey, but protected the rain more closely. There was determination in their eyes, and it was determination to protect their loved ones.

The tall man stood firmly in front of Mu Yu, his broad back was like a solid mountain wall, and the white-haired woman stood beside Mu Yu, her slender fingers tightly grasping Mu Yu's arm, and her eyes scanned the surroundings vigilantly. Their every move is full of strength and determination, and that is to protect Mu Yu's safety.

Even though the enemy is gone, their hearts are still tight, because they know that this battle is only a short stop, and that greater challenges may await them in the future. But they had no fear, only determination and unwavering faith.

A red-haired teenager is aggressively introducing his identity. His name was Ren Hua, and he was wearing a red tracksuit, as if a flame was burning in the air. His eyes shone with a smart and clever light, as if he could remain optimistic and confident at all times and in all places.

Ren Hua waved his arm and said enthusiastically: "Hello everyone, I'm Ren Hua!" I am Nezha's inheritance god! His words were full of confidence and pride, as if he had an important mission on him.

Beside him, stood a tall man named Yang Xian. He is burly and wears a black suit, looking steady and mysterious. He had a calm look on his face, as if he could remain calm and calm no matter what difficulties he encountered.

Yang Xian nodded slightly, and said in a deep voice: "I am Yang Jian's inheritance disciple, my name is Yang Xian." His voice is deep and magnetic, and one can't help but be eye-catching.

Ren Hua and Yang Xian stood in the sun, their figures looking more vivid in the sunlight.

He had just been attacked by a combined attack by Clark and Moroway, and it was a life-and-death contest. However, at that moment, Yang Xian and Ren Hua made a move.

Yang Xian, a man with sharp eyes like an eagle, could not hide the fortitude and firmness exuded from him even though he was in a dark dungeon. He walked like the wind, like a bolt of lightning piercing through the darkness, and the sword in his hand was like a meteor in the night sky, cutting through the enemy's defense line in an instant. Every swing of his sword is like writing a heroic hymn, which makes enemies fearful and friends at ease.

Ren Hua, a seemingly weak woman, showed incomparable perseverance in the midst of danger. Her fingers leap like strings, wielding mysterious magical powers. With each chanting of the incantation, an invisible force filled the air, surging like the waves of the ocean, sweeping enemies to pieces. Her presence is like a light in the darkness, guiding everyone in the way forward.

Their actions brought hope to Mu Yu and brought light to this gloomy dungeon. Their bravery and wisdom made Mu Yu feel sincerely happy. He looked at them with gratitude and admiration in his heart.

Mu Yu's eyes were as clear as autumn water, reflecting a pair of men and women in front of him. They stood in front of Mu Yu, like a pair of mountain peaks standing in the wind, firm and powerful.

The man was eight feet tall, with broad shoulders and a broad back, like a mountain. His black hair fluttered in the wind, and his eyes were as deep as the sea, flowing with endless wisdom and strength. His face is as resolute as iron, as if it has been baptized by countless years, carving a rugged beauty. His hands are thick and powerful, hanging naturally at his sides, seemingly casual, but full of strength ready to attack.

The woman was in stark contrast to him. She has a graceful figure, like a blooming flower, elegant and delicate. Her eyes were as clear as the stars, shining with a charming light. Her long hair flowed like a waterfall and fluttered in the wind, like a smart fairy. Her lips were slightly upturned, and a faint smile exuded a smile that made her already beautiful face even more moving.

They stood there as if they were a pair of fairy couples coming out of the mural, perfect and harmonious. Their strength is at the peak of the habitat, and above this battlefield of the gods, they are undoubtedly a powerful group of people. They stand side by side, like the combination of mountains and seas, full of endless charm and power.

Mu Yu watched them quietly, and an indescribable emotion surged in her heart.

In the depths of the battlefield of the gods, the once bustling and bright Eastern God line has now fallen silent. This once-great land, like a dim star, is hidden in the depths of the void. In the long river of years, they waited silently, waiting for the arrival of Xi and the great gods, waiting for the moment when they regained their former glory.

However, while they were waiting for a long time, an unknown force swept in silently like a dark tide in the night. The defense line of the Eastern God Pulse collapsed in an instant under the impact of unknown forces, their originally peaceful life was shattered, and the once splendid civilization was crumbling on the brink of destruction.

Half of the inheritance of Xi and the Great God, which is a treasure book that condenses the infinite wisdom and power of the Great God, was also lost in this disaster. The clansmen of the Eastern God lineage were trapped in the void, their bodies and souls seemed to be consumed by endless darkness, unable to break free.

Until that day, Mu Yu, the Xihe god, arrived. Her arrival, like the dawn of dawn, illuminates the hearts of the people of the Dongshen First Lineage. She induced the breath of the inheritance of the great gods of Xi and the gods, so that the Dongshen lineage that was locked in the void could reappear.

In those thousand years, the power of the seal was like a sleeping giant, lying quietly in the endless river of history. This seal symbolizes the decay of the aura of the Eastern God lineage, and it is like an insurmountable chasm, isolating this once glorious race from the outside world.

At the other end of the seal, those older generation of Frontier Realm masters who had once been powerful had turned into the dust of history. Their heroic backs have gradually faded under the erosion of time, and finally completely disappeared into the world. Their departure seemed to have taken away the soul of the entire Dongshen lineage, leaving only desolate relics and endless regrets.

However, on this end of the seal, the newborn forces are still struggling tenaciously. Although none of them were able to break through the Frontier Realm, masters at the peak of the Habitat were no longer rare. They tried their best to break the invisible shackles and regain the glory of the Eastern Gods. However, the power of the seal was too strong, and they could only defeat again and again, struggling hopefully at the peak of the habitat, but unable to take that final step.

The existence of the seal is like an insurmountable chasm, isolating the past and future of the Eastern God lineage. At the other end of the seal are the glories and regrets of the past; At this end, there are the hopes and challenges of the future. However, no matter which end it is, the decay of the aura of the Eastern God Pulse is a fact that cannot be changed. This is a harsh reality and an unavoidable dilemma.

Among the leaders of the Toshin lineage, the image of the Trinity is particularly striking. First of all, the tall and mighty man Beicheng, his body is a red flame ox, symbolizing strength and determination. His body was large and muscular, as if every inch of his skin contained infinite strength. His face was resolute and his eyes were like torches, as if all difficulties and challenges could not shake his faith and determination.

She was followed by the white-haired woman Hong Yan, whose body was a celestial crane, symbolizing wisdom and strategy. Her figure is elegant, her temperament is noble, and her white robe sets off her freshness and refinement. Her countenance was serene and her eyes were deep, as if all the turmoil and war could not disturb her deep thoughts and decisions.

Finally, there is the middle-aged man Li Ru, who resembles a military advisor, and his body is Taixuan Rabbit, symbolizing agility and wit. He was of medium stature, but he was in good spirits, and his dark robe made him look calm and sophisticated. His eyes are sharp and his mind is quick, as if all variables and crises cannot escape his foresight and response.

These three leaders, their existence is like the soul of the Toshin line, and their strength and wisdom are the pillars of the Toshin line. Their images are deeply engraved in the hearts of every Dongshen clansmen, and have become their endless faith and hope.

For a long time, the seal was silent and steady, like a mountain, in front of all life. However, with the arrival of the herding rain, the silent mountain began to shake slightly, as if to herald the arrival of something. The runes above the seal began to flicker, and they traced mysterious trails in the air, as if to speak of ancient powers.

As the tribe of Xihe gods, the Dongshen lineage is the head of the rain horse as a disciple of Xihe. They are powerful warriors, ancient tribes, and their blood flows with loyalty to Xi and the great gods and reverence for Muyu. At this moment, however, they are drawn to the opening of the seal, and they need to retreat in order to cope with the forces that are coming.

Mu Yu stood in front of the seal, his eyes shining with determination. He knows that he can't rely on anyone, he has to rely on himself. He took a deep breath, feeling the ancient power that permeated the air, and slowly stepped into the seal.

Inside the seal, there is a whole new world. Mu Yu can feel that the surroundings are full of powerful powers, these powers come from ancient times, from the blessings of the great gods of Xi He. He stood there, his heart filled with awe and determination, and he knew that he had to steer this force in the right direction.

, finally woke up the Dongshen Pulse that had been sleeping for thousands of years. However, as the seal was unsealed, a palpitating sense of emptiness welled up in my heart. The Xihe inheritance that was supposed to exist has now disappeared without a trace.

Mu Yu's eyes flashed with a hint of firmness and determination. He knew that his mission was not complete. He needs to find the lost Xihe inheritance and bring the Dongshen Pulse back to life. And in the process, there are still many unknown dangers and mysteries waiting for him to uncover.

A thousand years ago, the Toshin Clan was hit by a sudden attack. Like ghosts in the night, those murderers appeared on the altar without warning, and sent the entire Dongshen line into a deep sleep. To this day, the identity of those killers remains a mystery. Mu Yu needs to unravel this mystery and seek justice for the Dongshen lineage.

It's a journey full of challenges and unknowns. But Mu Yu has faith, courage, and determination in his heart. He knows that this is his responsibility and his mission. With these beliefs, he will embark on a journey to find the Xihe lineage, uncover the truth of thousands of years ago, and regain everything that was lost for the Toshin line.