Qingyang Huan fell silent in the ancestral palace and began to travel across time and space to pursue the glory of his ancestors, but Gu Buxian was not idle.
Outside Haoyuan's territory, there are many more continents and floating mountains filled with evil energy.
These continents and floating mountains are somewhat dilapidated and deserted.
Not only that, the void is shaking, dragons and phoenixes are dancing, and continents and floating mountains are being dragged back from the void.
This is the former clan land of the Yongzhao world.
At this moment, the power of the majestic king has been dragged across the void, dragged outside Haoyuan, and revolved around the huge Haoyuan world.
The eyes of the people of the Yongzhu tribe showed excitement.
They did not expect that they would be able to return to their former home two hundred years later.
Even though the mainland and Fushan appear dilapidated, in their eyes, the Tianque Shrine still feels magnificent.
The human-demonic race has not entered Haoyuan Continent to live and reproduce.
Although their human blood and demonic blood are mixed, they are not human race and demon race.
They are borderline between the two major races.
The place where they live will gradually generate demonic energy.
Moreover, they were not adapted to living with the human race.
Therefore, Qingyanghuan dragged the mainland and floating islands where they originally lived and turned them into a floating land suspended in the void outside the Haoyuan world.
As the continents were dragged over one after another, the members of the Yongzhao family returned to their clan.
Unfortunately, two hundred years of wandering had severely reduced the number of members of the clan, and the clan's territory seemed even more empty.
After more than ten days in a row, the noise on the floating continent outside Haoyuan gradually subsided, and the people of the Yongzhao family began to stabilize.
In the Haoyuan territory, the high priest was very busy.
He moved out all the blood incense of sacrificial beasts that he had accumulated over the years.
Some of these agarwoods were more than tens of thousands of years old and had been preserved by the high priests of previous generations.
Each generation of high priests will dry and store the prepared animal blood incense.
The older the animal blood incense is, the richer and deeper the aroma will be.
Don’t underestimate the beast blood incense.
After passing by the high priest, The incense of animal blood blessed by magic has the power to awaken the silent thoughts of ancestors.
A long time ago in the southern wilderness of the human race, the great emperor of the imperial clan, the Changgong clan, disappeared in the long river of time and space.
The emperor's throne in the clan was vacant.
He was noticed by the Diye emperor of the Tiangu clan.
The Diye dog emperor directly broke through the human clan's heavenly barrier and came to Changgong The Gong clan wants to take the opportunity to destroy the imperial clan of the human race in one fell swoop.
It was at the critical moment when the Diye Dog Emperor came that the high priest of that generation of the Imperial Clan took out the three sacred incense of the era that the Longgong Imperial Clan treasured and lit it.
The remnant spirits of several generations of Longgong Emperors were attracted to join Diye Dog.
The emperor fought and finally defeated the Diye Dog Emperor.
It can be said that the quality of the animal blood incense production is also related to the fate of the family to a certain extent.
Unfortunately, the oldest sacrificial beast blood incense of the Qingyang clan is only thirty-six thousand years old.
It was left over by the high priest of the previous generation, with only six sticks in total.
At this moment, the high priest was cruel and took out all the animal blood incense and lit it.
Six branches of beast blood fragrance, each one is as thick as an arm, about half a foot long, as black as graphite, with obscure runes imprinted on the hard and weathered appearance.
Each rune seems to be like An evolved small world.
At this moment, outside the ancestral hall, the high priest was sitting cross-legged.
He put on the ancient sacrificial robe passed down by the high priests of all generations.
His face was once again covered with various patterns that looked like snakes crawling, leaving only a pair of dark eyes. .
Behind him were a thousand boys and girls under the age of ten selected from the Qingyang tribe.
Each of them was wearing a large sacrificial robe, with lines on their face, their little eyes full of piety, and their hands respectful.
Holding three sticks of lit animal blood incense.
Outside were the elders and deacons of each branch of the Qingyang clan, the Qingyang Army that had just been formed, and many clan members.
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Six branches of animal blood incense that are more than 36,000 years old, each one is like a torch in the darkness, flickering with firelight, illuminating the void.
The diffuse fragrance exudes a grayish white color, lingering in the sky over the ancestral palace with a radius of ten miles. .
The accumulated aroma rolled like a vast ocean, and the ocean suddenly suspended in the sky opened a large opening, just like a surging river found its outlet, turning into long and thick rivers and pouring down.
The huge fragrance stretched all the way to the sky, directly piercing the dome wall of Haoyuan's territory.
As the gray-white fragrance rolled, it began to derive all kinds of splendor.
Illusory dragons appeared in the fragrance, forming an illusory gate in the void. .
Behind the illusory gate, a celestial palace is hazy like a mirage.
Divine dragons dance in the celestial palace, and the sky towers across the sky.
In the palace palace, there is a towering figure like a sacred mountain standing in a trance.
Each one is extremely tall and has a hazy figure.
Seeing such a scene, the high priest had a look of surprise in his eyes.
Not only him, but Qingyang Jiong, who temporarily ruled the entire clan far away from the ancestral palace, also had a look of surprise in his eyes.
The imperial clan Qingyang originated from the Qingyang Mountain in the Eastern Wasteland, and took the mountain as their clan territory.
Now the incense of the blood of the sacrificial beasts evokes the afterimage of the past, but it is not the Qingyang ancestral territory.
"Could it be" At this moment, the high priest thought about it, and the great elder Qing Yangjiong also thought about it.
The ancient Taihao Shrine.
The oldest ancestral land of the Qingyang Imperial Clan boom In the ancestral hall, Qingyang Huan was enveloped by an ancient and decaying aura.
His breathing seemed to coincide with the rhythm of heaven and earth, and he was vaguely integrated with heaven and earth.
A stone gate appeared in front of him, which was ten thousand times smaller than the outside.
The palace palace behind the stone gate became clearer, ripples appeared in his spiritual world, and the war spirit was derived.
As a soul and idea body, the fighting spirit is more real, like a real person, and even looks like a flesh and blood body.
The fighting spirit stepped out of the body, and four illusory reincarnation gates were suspended behind it.
The divine light of reincarnation spread under the feet and extended to the divine palace behind the stone gate.
"Haha, this is the blood descendant of my Qingyang Hip" Among the temples, there were many towering figures standing like gods and mountains, taller than the temples.
For a moment, a shadow with three flaming war flags on its back roared.
There was a hint of understanding in Qingyang Huan's eyes.
This was the time and space that existed in the Qingyang Emperor's Seal.
As early as the era of the Qingyang clan's great emperors, they had already traced their ancestors back to ancient times.
Among the many standing emperors, in the deepest part of the temple, an illusory throne stands directly in the void.
Under the throne, the auspicious energy is like the sea, and a hazy figure sits on it.
Although the figure is just an outline, Qingyang Huan knew that it was the ancient Taihao Human Emperor.
"No descendants have come for a long time.
It seems that something happened in the clan."
"Since you can come here, it means there is still hope for Qingyang."
"Don't be afraid, descendants.
This is just a mark we leave in the Emperor's Seal."
More than a dozen figures of the great emperor spoke one sentence each, as if they had not spoken for a long time.
At this moment, they could not care about anything else and spoke out one after another.
Each one was like the sound of thunder from heaven and earth, making Qingyang Huan's ears buzz.
"Boy, you are very good.
If you want to enter the Emperor's Seal, in addition to getting the Emperor's Seal, you also need to be recognized by the blood clan.
It seems that you have done it.
It is great to unite the family."
"Do you want to get the way to become an emperor?"
Qingyang Huan endured the rumbling thunder in his ears, but his eyes were attracted by the shrine at the back.
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There was only an outline of the hazy figure.
He opened his eyes without any warning.
In his pair of hole eyes, it seemed that he could see from the front.
See the void behind.
Then, Qing Yanghuan saw from this eye the ancient time and space, the desolate earth, a world of mountains and rivers that was more primitive and desolate than today's mountains and seas, where natural and man-made disasters abounded, landslides and cracks appeared everywhere, and the lives of human beings were precarious.
At this moment, he felt as if he was being looked through by the figure on the throne.
"As time goes by, there is no escaping the fate of being shorter than him in the end."
The figure on the throne spoke out.
His voice was very faint, but it suppressed the thunderous sounds of the great emperors around him.
For a moment, all the great emperors stopped making a sound, and behaved like little beasts.
Qingyang Huan knew that these unclear words were meant for him.
Although he didn't know why he had such a feeling, such a thought flashed through his heart.
"good."
As these words fell, the eyes of the shadow on the throne closed, and his body turned into blue smoke and began to float between heaven and earth, never to be seen again.
"My young boy, do you want to know the way to become an emperor?"
Seeing the figure on the throne disappear, a majestic figure standing in the temple once again cast his eyes on Qingyang Huan.
Each eye was like a blazing sun, shining on his fighting spirit.
It shook violently, as if it was about to disappear.
"The way to become an emperor, this emperor's way is achieved step by step by myself."
"What is the imperial way?
It transcends fate and controls the law alone.
There is no shortcut."
"Beyond destiny and break through reincarnation is the destiny of the emperor.
There are people in heaven and earth who speculate on becoming kings.
Have you ever heard of people who speculate on becoming emperors?"
"The path of the emperor is the path of one's own.
I can't even walk my own path.
I still want to follow the path ahead and become an emperor.
I'm dreaming."
Qingyang Huan moved his mouth, but without saying a word, he was sprayed all over his face by the ancestors of all generations.
Could it be that these ancestors were all talking about being emperors?
He speculated with evil intentions in his heart.
"Little hipster, this descendant of your bloodline is so dishonest that you actually said that we were the ones who wanted to be emperor.
Beat him to death."
Qingyang Huan was startled.
He suddenly remembered that he was in a fighting spirit state when he came here, and his mental fluctuations could not be concealed at all.
Slander the ancestors "If I want to beat my descendants, I have to come first.
You can continue beating me when I'm tired."
"Dear ancestors, there is something going on in the clan.
Please say goodbye.
Please say goodbye."
In a hurry, Qingyang Huan retreated repeatedly.
In fact, he had already had a suspicion in his mind that there was no shortcut to becoming an emperor.
Now it was finally confirmed.
The imperial way, the personal way, if you can even sneak into the way you cultivate, why should you practice martial arts?
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A king has the destiny of being a king and can continue to be a king.
However, there is no luck in the throne of the emperor.
The so-called emperor's way is to find his own way.
It seems simple, but there are billions of creatures in the world, and how many emperors there are "If you want to run away, close the door."
The stone door closed with a rumble, and Qingyang Huan was locked inside.
Looking at the malicious figure, he was a little scared.
"Boy, please tell me what happened to the clan after so many years."
Fortunately, the marks left by these ancestors did not beat him violently, but he was very concerned about the blood descendants behind him.
Qingyang Huan recounted them one by one without covering up.
In fact, these ancestors have already passed away, leaving only a trace of their spiritual consciousness.
They can't even get out of the emperor's seal, but they can't cut off the bloodline.
Knowing the news of the collapse of the Qingyang Imperial Clan, all the great emperors of the past dynasties actually fell silent.
For a moment, the temple disappeared and there was no sound.
"Ups and downs are the laws of all things.
There is nothing to worry about."
Finally, an old emperor spoke out.
He was Qingyang Hong, the first ancestor of the Qingyang clan, and also the first emperor of Qingyang.
His aura was also the weakest among the emperors, and there was only one left.
A wisp of green smoke floats.
When Qingyang Huanqi looked at each other, he also learned the true origin of the Qingyang clan.
It turned out that when the first generation emperor Qingyang Hong was young, he obtained the remains of his ancestors, which was the rough embryo of this imperial seal.
Broken spear.
It is precisely because of this that Qingyanghong rose up and established his clan with Qingyang.
The Qingyang clan originated from Taihao.
However, there were many Taihao bloodlines over the long years, and they have gone through the ancient and medieval times.
The branches have long been innumerable.
Even the Jinyang clan in the southern wilderness belongs to the Taihao bloodline.
One.
It can be said that the blood of the ancient royal descendants has long been flowing among the ordinary wilderness tribes, lost to everyone.
"With someone here, everything will be restored.
The existence of us old guys is to prevent Qingyang from completely declining."
"Baptize the little boy, Qingyang will not be destroyed."
Qingyang Huan looked at the majestic figure and said, The emperor transcended the long river of destiny, but he could not escape the fetters of blood.
No wonder he previously felt that if he wanted to know the emperor's path, he needed to gather the entire Qingyang clan.
It turned out that the root was here.
The first emperor of Qingyang obtained the Tao from the legacy of the ancient human emperor.
In the ancient times, the human race faced a more dangerous external environment, and every human race blood descendant needed to unite and rely on each other.
This is derived from the human race.
The will in the bloodline mark, and this will has also been passed on to the Qingyang clan.
It's not just the Qingyang clan, it exists in the entire human race, as small as a tribe, as large as the entire human race.
In ancient times, the reason why the human race defeated powerful enemies and ended an era was because the human race was united and worked together.
If he didn't integrate Qingyang and reunite the tribe, even if he got the Qingyang Emperor Seal, he might not be able to open it and enter here.
Although the answer given to Emperor Cheng is the same as the vague guess in his heart, so that it feels so simple now.
However, for a warrior, it is easy to understand it, and it is difficult to understand it.
The way of the emperor, the way of oneself To follow his own path, Wang Jing can take advantage of opportunities because of his will and has not stepped through reincarnation.
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However, for the emperor, breaking through the six paths and wandering in the long river of destiny, this is the great rule of heaven and earth, and there is no opportunity to take advantage of it.
When Qingyang Huan was communicating with the ancestors of the past dynasties, two million miles to the east of the Guixu world, the human race's Western Wasteland was in the Demonic Territory.
In the center of the demonic realm, an ancient city covering an area of thousands of miles was surrounded by bursts of demonic energy.
The huge void moving formation in the city shimmered with silver light, piercing the monstrous demonic energy.
A dark magic horn pierced the void and emerged.
This magic horn was as huge as a divine mountain, flashing with black light and emitting It smelled of cold metal, even mixed with a strong smell of blood.
Kaka The silver light flashed, and the huge black horn broke through the void, revealing a five-hundred-foot-long black warship.
Thousands of demon flags on the warship roared, blowing and twisting the void for millions of miles, exuding a desolate atmosphere.
The iron-blooded aura caused all beasts to hibernate, and the eyes of countless human-demon warriors in the Demon City showed scorching heat
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