Jianchi Lake.
Purple air colored the sky, and the stars poured down like a waterfall in the Tianhe River, mixed with the vast destiny of the Mi clan.
Purple light is like tassels, flowing above the pool water, with strong spirituality lingering outside, bursting out with an indescribable aura.
Mijiang's body trembled, he took a deep breath, and walked towards the depths of Jianchi Lake with the rich purple energy lingering around his body.
As the contemporary head of the Mi clan and the head of the entire ancient Mi country, he can naturally be in line with the destiny of the ancient Mi country.
Just like the Human Emperor can unite the destiny of the entire human race, the Mi family is a miniature version of the earth of the human race, and he is also a miniature version of the destiny of the entire human race.
The Gongbu Divine Sword in charge controls the ancient country of the Mi family.
"Yue'er, this time you go with your father to the ancestral land of Buzhou Mountain of the human race."
After a stick of incense, a crisp sword cry came from the depths of Jianchi Lake.
In an instant, the entire lake was filled with wind and clouds, like a violent storm, sweeping across the nine heavens and ten lands.
A ray of purple light bloomed brightly.
The simple purple air contained the vicissitudes and nobility accumulated since the Middle Ages, and a dazzling and immeasurable light burst out.
Buzz On the Mi continent, countless people felt this moment and raised their heads towards the top of the stars that could be suspended in nothingness in the east of the continent.
The vicissitudes originating from the bloodline have caused the bloodline in every ethnic group to tremble.
The noble Qi has been silent for countless years and remains sacred.
Clang Purple light shot into the sky from the top of the stars, penetrated the falling stars, and broke through the bright stars surrounding the starry sky.
The blazing purple sun hangs high above the sea of stars, its purple light shining forever and ever brightly.
For a moment, all the people of the Mi clan closed their eyes subconsciously and fell to the ground devoutly, feeling the call from their ancestors.
The sound of the Tao hums, purple lotuses grow in the void, and the grass and trees on the mainland sway, sprouts are sprouting rapidly, and they are full of vitality.
This is the sound of ancient sacrifices.
In the high-hanging divine sun, a divine sword appeared.
The phantom stretched across the void, with a size of tens of thousands of feet, like a bronze cast, engraved with ancient patterns.
The divine sword is in the shape of an octagonal prism, with two bird seal inscriptions engraved on each surface.
Work cloth.
At the same moment, in the depths of Mi's continent, countless and obscure qi machines were intertwined with each other, suddenly touching each other in nothingness, and then quickly separated.
"The inheritance of our ancestors from two eras will be ruined by our disdainful descendants."
"It's pitiful that I, the Mi clan, are led by a boy who is not worthy of being a son of a human being."
In the Jianchi Lake, Mi Jiang walked out of the center of the lake holding the work cloth.
The three-foot work cloth was ringing and surrounded by luxurious purple air.
In each wisp of purple air, a scene of a world slowly unfolded.
Every scene is a scene of the life and reproduction of the Mi clan that has passed away, from the rough road at the beginning of the founding of the country to the prosperity of the clan.
"Go ahead, those old people in the clan want to rely on their old age to show off their old age, but they can't resist here."
Grandma Mi's mother-in-law looked at the purple air rushing like a dragon in the sky.
Without the suppression of the luck artifact Gongbu, the luck of the Mi family began to drift away, and it was difficult to solidify as usual.
"Ancestor, aren't you going?"
"My ancestors don't want to go.
If I go to Mi's ancient country, I will really have to change my family.
I have to guard the things here for your ancestors."
Grandma Mi narrowed her eyes and looked across the sky and the earth.
For a time, in the depths of Mi's continent, a few obscure Qi machines were like a mouse seeing a cat, and they no longer dared to make the slightest move.
"Yue'er followed your father to Mount Buzhou."
After saying that, Grandma Mi sighed softly, and her figure dissipated in place like bubbles.
"Daddy."
"Go with Dad to the ancestral land of the human race.
Without the presence of the divine weapon of luck, your body will be gone" Mi Jiang also sighed.
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This problem in her daughter will only prevent her from rioting when she is with the Zhen clan's artifact.
What evil had he done to deserve such a punishment for his daughter?
A sudden change of luck could turn it into bad luck, and even the people of the clan regarded it as a disaster.
On one side is the clan, he is the leader of the clan, on the other side is his daughter, he is a father, it is really difficult to make a choice.
"Let's go.
The rise and fall of the Mi clan is not the responsibility of a little girl like you.
Dad is here."
Wanyuan.
Towering high into the sky, a huge dragon's nest is suspended in the air.
Vast golden light covers all directions, and dragons roar like thunder from the sky.
The surging dragon power, each one is like a sacred mountain ridge rooted in the void, surrounding the dragon's nest. groan Above the void, a snow-white dragon shadow glowing with lavender light pressed against the sky, exuding a noble and ancient aura.
"Little uncle, are your fists good?"
On the top of the mountain, the sky was brisk and the wind was surging.
The boy, who looked like a skinny monkey, was jumping up and down, as slippery as a loach, scurrying left and right.
"Let me tell you quietly, my father was beaten."
"Peng Dalong."
An angry roar rang out, and Peng Wan's face turned red.
He really doubted whether this was his own child.
Could anyone be so disloyal to his father?
Peng Dalong didn't seem to be afraid of the furious Peng Wanli at all.
He leaned next to Qingyang Huan, sticking out his tongue and making a face.
"That's right, that's right.
Uncle Long'er didn't lie to you."
On the top of the cliff of Gufeng, a white stone was used as a table.
Sitting on the ground, Peng Wanli put down the blood wine jar.
"If you dare to drink secretly, I will lock you in a forbidden room."
Suddenly, the little guy shuddered and retracted the little hand he just extended.
"Uncle, let me tell you my father" Picking up the little guy, Peng Wanli threw it towards the bottom of the churning sea of clouds next to it.
My dear, I don’t feel bad at all.
"Uncle, my father was beaten."
Breathed by the sky wind, a childish and unclear voice came up from the bottom of the cliff.
Not long after, a little guy at the bottom of the cliff climbed up the cliff, as smart as a monkey, and made faces at Peng Wanli.
"I gave birth to an ancestor."
Peng Wanli really has a headache for his little monkey who only cares about food but not about beatings.
Especially when Long Wu was in seclusion and promoted to the Emperor Realm, good guy, this little guy completely let himself go and was not afraid of him at all.
Peng Wanli patted his forehead, deliberately not paying attention to this annoying little thing of his own, and said to Qingyang Huan across from him: "The ancestor of the Jinpeng Imperial Clan was originally a disciple of one of the hundreds of Jixia Dongtian disciples.
When the ancestor left Jixia Cave Heaven, he was not promoted to the king realm, but was just an ordinary half-king.
It was not until the third generation of ancestors that the Jinpeng clan became prosperous and awakened the Kunpeng bloodline.
Speaking of which, the relationship between the clan and Jixia Dongtian is already very estranged, but this is not the case from the perspective of outside warriors.
This time Jixia Dongtian wants to completely incorporate my clan into the Dongtian forces. " "Brother, leave it to me."
Brother Qingyang Huan said.
"No matter what the outside world thinks, whether the Jinpeng Imperial Clan and Jixia Dongtian are related or not, what the relationship is, whether it is close or distant, it makes no difference to my junior brother."
With rich luck accumulated in his body, Qing Yanghuan's perception of human luck became clearer and clearer.
One thing was quickly traced back to its origin.
"It's true that Jixia Dongtian wants to revitalize the general situation, and we don't want to interfere with them, but if we focus our attention on you and my brothers, then we are looking for the wrong target."
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Squinting his eyes, Qingyang Huan thought about it, and he had to say that Jixia Dongtian's vision was really good.
"If you want to carry the magnificent momentum, you naturally need corresponding strength.
The powerful emperor of the Jinpeng Imperial Clan is missing.
Is there any better fat than this in the eyes of Jixia Dongtian?"
"Junior brother, you" Peng Wanli shook his head gently.
His junior brother may not know how big a storm the outside world has caused because of him.
It is simply a violent storm, the public enemy of all heavens.
Now it seems that the junior brother's attitude is that of causing trouble, and he doesn't mind that the trouble is serious.
But at the moment, it seems that it is really best for the junior brother to take charge of matters within the clan.
He doesn't care at all about the bullshit Jixiadongtian, the reputation and not being famous, and not being able to eat or drink.
However, the old men in his family cared about it and regarded the reputation of the Jinpeng Imperial Clan as more important than their lives, which restricted his hands and feet
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