At some point, the giant figure that shattered in the void shrank to a few feet and floated behind Qingyang Huan.
Qingyang Ninth Emperor Qingyang Hip.
The three battle flags solidified, even if they were just illusory flags at this moment, the sound of hunting still sounded between heaven and earth.
Looking inside his entire body, Qingyang Huan found that a human-shaped flame was manifested in his body, starting from the depths of his blood vessels and burning along the blood and bones of every part of his body.
It was blazing and burning, bringing a sense of violence to people.
In the blood-stained blood, an ancient land of mountains and rivers emerged.
The majestic mountains were tens of thousands of feet high, rugged and steep, shining with the light of scorching gold and iron under the bright sun.
In the sky above the mountains and valleys, there is a gathering of infinite evil spirits.
The rich evil spirits turn into giant dragons, roaring in the sky, constantly colliding and devouring.
The qi of all the heavens and all the races on this land are intertwined, rising from the depths of the earth.
It overflows everywhere, and even mountains that are as high as tens of thousands of feet cannot block these breaths.
There is a huge tribe living in the mountains, with totems as soldiers and Zhenyi as generals.
They sit astride tall real beasts and walk in the wilderness of the mountains.
Each of them has eyes as sharp as knives, patrolling the ancient mountains and rivers. earth.
In the sky above the earth, with the evil spirit lingering in the sky, an ancient totem clan emblem floats.
This clan emblem covers the entire mountains and valleys.
Wherever the clan emblem is shrouded, the evil spirit fills the wild, huge The dragon roars.
"Qingyang Mountain."
There was a hint of horror in his eyes.
He actually saw the ancestral land of the Qingyang clan and the location of the ancient heavenly prison across the distance of time and space.
"Emperor Name Qingyang" A long sigh sounded, and the floating figure of the emperor behind him disappeared into the void.
Only then did Qingyang Huan realize that the flame burning in his body turned into a fire ball, with an illusory mark jumping in the fire ball.
Clan emblem In an instant, he realized that this was not only Qingyang's clan emblem, but also Qingyang's imperial title.
Buzz The illusive cyan mark floated in his hand.
Qingyang Huan looked at it carefully.
This clan emblem was not an ancient seal character, but a catalog.
It represented the entire landform of Qingyang Mountain, just like a certain part of Qingyang Mountain.
The times are frozen.
More importantly, in his body's blood, a pale golden blood thread as thick as a hair appeared, spreading all over his body, limbs and bones.
However, when he really looked at it, he found that this blood thread was as thin as a gossamer.
It gives him a majestic and magnificent shore like the ancient sacred mountains.
"Emperor's Blood" Suddenly, the clan emblem in his hand melted and merged into this gossamer, silent in the depths of his blood.
If it weren't for the previous vision, he would even feel like an illusion.
Immediately afterwards, his spiritual will shrouded many tribesmen below, but no signs similar to his were found.
Although the auras of the clansmen began to surge, and some even surged to two or three realms in succession, no one had the emperor's blood manifested in their body, let alone the clan emblem.
Fortunately, in the intertwined blood below, the aura of the Digital True Realm suddenly appeared.
As for the aura of the Totem Realm, there were even more auras.
Moreover, under his induction, the blood in the bodies of some warriors was still dormant.
The state seems to have not completely exploded yet.
"Hey, what are you doing?
If it's too late, it'll be too late."
While Qingyang Huan was stunned, Gui Buxian on the side shouted loudly, and Qingyang Huan immediately reacted.
The next moment, Qingyang Huan stepped on the bones of the Silver Dragon Clan and held out a three-foot-sized sacred gold altar in his hands.
The appearance of the altar was as smooth as jade.
It was said that the altar was more like an enlarged torch, but there was no flame burning on the top of the torch.
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Holding the altar high, Qingyang Huan bit the tip of his tongue and sprayed a drop of blood on it, and then the altar hummed above his head.
"I, Qingyang Huan, my bloodline originates from the ninth great emperor of the Qingyang Mountain in the Eastern Wilderness of the human race.
I now establish the Xinhuo Temple to control the warriors from all directions.
I use the reincarnation semi-saint to suppress luck, and the world will learn from it."
Rumble The void above the sudden hole in the sky tore open, and a bolt of thunder from outside the sky was generated at the top of the sky, turning into a purple dragon and slashing down across the sky.
The terrifying aura caused the heaven and earth to tremble violently.
Almost instantly, Qingyang Huan felt the overwhelming pressure of the gods and the imminent crisis of destroying the world.
At this moment, outside the clan city, the Fourth Tuo stood on a mountain and was looking in his direction.
A hint of coldness flashed at the corner of Qingyang Huan's mouth.
Qingyang Huan was plotting against him.
Even if he agreed, he still had to teach him a lesson.
How can it be so easy to be called a saint?
The pressure from heaven, earth, and ethnic groups can definitely make people's liver and gallbladder burst.
Of course, Fourth Tuo did not delay, otherwise Qingyang Huan in front of him would really turn into a pile of meat paste. .
The same drop of essence and blood converged towards the altar.
The buzzing altar suddenly became calm after being integrated into the fourth Tuo's essence and blood.
In Qingyang Huan's perception, the supreme will patrolling around him also calmed down.
At this moment, he could no longer tell which was the majesty of heaven and earth and which was the gaze of human destiny.
Two figures appeared on the smooth surface of the altar, one was Qingyang Huan's own, and the other was Situo's.
Buzz A purple flame ignited on the large torch, and Qing Yanghuan had an inexplicable connection with the flame.
"You can take care of yourself."
After doing all this, Situo disappeared on the top of the mountain.
"Ah Huan" After watching the altar shrink in Qingyanghuan's hands, turning into the size of a fist, the Holy Face Goddess came to his side.
"It's okay."
Qingyanghuan shook his head after taking the altar into his body.
He raised his head and looked towards the cave wall that had not yet completely healed.
The aura of the ancient majesty was beginning to melt away.
Through the cracked barrier, he saw big stars twinkling in the outer starry sky.
Far away from the mountains and rivers, there is a space filled with ancient atmosphere.
In this space, there are clusters of old medicines and forests of spiritual trees.
Spirit cranes with colorful feathers are constantly flying in the air.
Below are huge and real cranes.
The beast drooled as he watched the colorful cranes flying in the sky.
In the center of the space is a stone tower that is ten thousand feet high.
The stone tower has ninety-nine levels.
However, on this day, the entire stone tower was wrapped in rich illusory flames, which attracted the old guys who were silent in this space.
Boo hoo hoo Streams of light are coming towards the stone tower.
The aura of these old guys is full of decay and vicissitudes.
It is obvious that they have been silent for a long time.
"Clan leader, the clan fire has changed.
Could there be something unexpected happening?"
an old voice sounded, with a thoughtful look in his eyes.
More than twenty old men appeared outside the stone tower, all looking at a middle-aged warrior wearing a blue shirt.
The strange thing is that the middle-aged warrior does not look like a real flesh and blood body, but more like A spiritual body.
The middle-aged clan leader shook his head and said loudly: "We will wait until the high priest comes out."
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Soon, an old figure walked out of the stone tower.
His body was bent into a ball and his steps were staggering.
However, even so, the warriors standing around looked at him with a look of awe.
"High Priest, what happened?
Our Qingyang clan's fire has been healed for three thousand years and there has been no change.
Could something happen?"
The old high priest shook his head.
The wide animal robe covered his body, making it difficult for people to see his appearance clearly, except for his two dark eyes.
"Clan leader, just now the picture of Qingyang's ancestral land appeared in the clan fire.
It should be that a certain branch scattered in the wilderness traced its origins and found its ancestral lineage."
"As for why the clan fire is so powerful, it should be this bloodline that awakens the silent emperor."
What Awakened the emperor's name Compared with the shock of the surrounding warriors, the eyes of the old high priest showed a hint of excitement.
After a hundred thousand years, the Qingyang Emperor, which had been silent for a hundred thousand years, showed signs of recovery again.
"Then what are you waiting for?
Get them back.
The Qingyang Emperor must not be left in the branches outside.
We are the real main line."
An elder said eagerly, and the aura on his body fluctuated like a tide.
"Yes, yes, the emperor's name must not be left outside.
The Qingyang clan has been silent for a hundred thousand years.
The heavens have forgotten the greatness of Qingyang.
We must find it back."
Compared with the excited elders, the middle-aged warrior was not so excited and said: "High Priest, what should we do?
Find the Qingyang branch that is wandering and bring it into my main sect?"
"There are sixteen emperors in the Qingyang calendar, and there are twenty-one great emperors and powerful ones in the clan throughout the ages.
There is no division between the main sect and the branch lines."
The high priest shook his head, "The Qingyang clan has been silent for a hundred thousand years.
We need this imperial title.
Qingyang needs this imperial title."
With his body hunched, the high priest turned and walked towards the stone tower, leaving many noisy elders behind.
At this moment, the body of the middle-aged clan leader fluctuated slightly, and the old voice fell into his ears.
"Clan Leader, I can't find where exactly that branch lives.
It seems to be shrouded in a powerful mist.
There should be a powerful being guarding this Qingyang bloodline.
The Qingyang Emperor has countless names in the mountains and seas.
The imperial title of the Qingyang branch bloodline, I hope the clan leader will think twice before making a decision.
"It has been a hundred thousand years.
We have waited too long for a complete Qingyang to have more powerful combat power."
The old figure locked himself in the dark stone tower.
He was only the high priest.
Even though he was respected by the entire tribe, it was a pity that the tribe had multiplied for a long time, and the factions among them were intertwined and conflicted, and it was already difficult to untie them.
I just hope that there is an understanding person in the clan who can tell these words to the clan leader, and I just hope that he can follow his advice.
"Ah Huan, what's wrong with you?"
Seeing Qing Yanghuan looking at the torn sky, the Holy Face Goddess asked questions.
"It seemed like someone was contacting me just now."
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Suppressing the doubts in his eyes, his perception was unmistakable.
Why did he disappear again midway?
Qingyang Huan had no choice but to give up his inspection with no results.
"It's time to go."
Suddenly, the two looked at each other, and then looked down at Qingyangbori and others who were immersed in joy.
Void worshiped from afar, Qingyang Jue and others seemed to notice it.
Looking towards the sky, they could see the figures of Qingyang Huan and Sheng Yan
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