Hearing this, the owner of Xuankong Mountain felt a chill in his heart. \ "Your Majesty, the human race is currently fighting with the Sea Clan in the east.
This clan war will not have a result in a short time.
At this time, the human race will never easily cause turmoil in other regions."
Suppressing the fluctuations in his heart, the Master of Xuankong Mountain spoke out.
The Kuafu Divine Clan envoy from Chengdu Zaitian Mountain in front of him was too overbearing and fiery and could not tolerate too much advice.
"Whether it causes turmoil or not is not the final say of other races."
Kuafu Zunzong's eyes were burning with intense flames, like two blazing suns, patrolling the surrounding void.
"Does a group of descendants who occupy the Great Wilderness Divine Land really think that the heavens will revolve around them?
When our Divine Race fully returns, we will definitely return to that ancient Divine Land and reproduce the glory of Shinto."
"There can be no mistakes in the return of the God Lord.
This is a major event for my Kuafu God Clan.
Your descendant has entered the ancestral land of Zaitian Mountain in Chengdu.
As long as he undergoes the baptism of the ancestral pool and cleanses his blood, he will transform into the body of a true god."
Suddenly, the owner of Hanging Mountain felt his heart tighten again, this was a blow to him.
He didn't know which god the envoy in front of him was talking about, and he had never even seen it.
Although the Xuankong Mountain lineage had joined the Kuafu God Clan, its status was not important in the eyes of the Kuafu God Clan.
It is like this every time the Kuafu God Clan war envoy arrives, without asking the reason at all, and is too overbearing.
"Is the chip in your hand real?"
Suddenly, Kua Fu Zunshi asked again.
"It's true.
When the human race's great underworld collapsed, all kinds of fragments scattered across the sky and the earth.
The time and space fragments of this human race's great underworld were discovered by me tens of thousands of years ago.
However, the creation was not suitable for it, so it has been suppressed.
I keep it carefully in my hand just in case there is a sudden change in the future and I take it out to make a deal with the human race. " As the leader of a large force, the Lord of Xuankong Mountain has been in charge of the line of silver giants for a long time.
The relationship between the Silver Light Giant and the entire giant clan has long since broken down, and they are even in a state of hostility.
In order to pass on the legacy, they have to make many backup plans.
However, the plan could not keep up with the changes.
No one could have imagined that in a short period of time, the situation in the heavens would turn out to be unpredictable and turbulent.
Immortals and gods appear in this world.
The two sacred races of the descendants of gods are gradually integrating the groups of descendants of gods scattered across the heavens, hoping to replace the gods and stand on their own, establishing their own Shinto heaven.
The Jia Luo people have secluded themselves from the world in the west, and they are secretly planning something big.
After all, this is something that has been learned from the past.
At the end of the Middle Ages, the Garo clan shocked time and space as soon as they were born, making people extremely fearful.
As the descendants of the mythical beasts from another land of the wild god, the demon clan is also planning to welcome the return of the ancient demon emperor and rebuild the demon court.
Compared with the general trend of the heavens, even if all the silver giant lineage were filled in, they would not be able to make a big splash.
He had to be careful for the inheritance of his lineage.
After the Master of Xuankong Mountain finished speaking, Kuafu Zun glanced at him.
He didn't expect that the person in front of him had such thoughts, and actually kept a secret in his hands for tens of thousands of years.
The desire to survive is very strong.
"You release this relic and see if the human race will take over.
They have no control over whether there will be chaos or not.
If it still doesn't work, I will personally take action."
After the words of Kuafu Zunshi fell, the huge figure disappeared on the top of the mountain, leaving only a thunderous voice that poured into the ears of the Hanging Mountain Master.
The Lord of Xuankong Mountain sat cross-legged on the spot and did not move for a long time.
His eyebrows were furrowed like a ravine in the mountains.
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He could only walk all the way to the dark after boarding the Kuafu God Clan's warship.
The giant clan has united with the two sacred clans.
It is obvious that they really want to disown their ancestors and leave the true gods to go it alone.
There is no possibility of relaxation for the silver giant clan and the entire giant clan.
It would be difficult to muddy the waters of the Guixu world with just one relic of the ancient underworld.
He could only make a one-sided guess as to how much influence the ruins of the Great Underworld had on the Palace Master of the Human God King.
This estimate was very inaccurate.
The major events of clan war cannot be speculated like this.
If it were like this, the world would not know how many clans would be exterminated.
"never mind."
Suddenly, the Lord of Xuankong Mountain stood up and headed towards the outside of Xuankong Mountain.
He needed to plan carefully.
Compared with using a small ruins of the underworld to stir up the muddy waters of Guixu, it was too illusory.
Moreover, the domineering behavior of the Kuafu God Clan always made him feel uneasy.
Divine Desolate Territory, Futian Continent.
This is a very famous suspended continent in the Divine Desolate Domain, with a radius of one hundred thousand miles.
Countless warriors from various races who travel to the Guixu World gather here.
In the center of this continent, a majestic ancient city lies like a giant beast, with a mountain-like stone palace undulating in the city like rolling hills.
In the depths of the void above the ancient city, blue lightning burst continuously, tearing apart the dim sky above, but none of them fell into the city.
There is a sky tower in the middle of the city, which is a thousand feet high.
The simple black stone is covered with mottled traces of time.
There is only one person in the whole sky tower, Qingyang Huan, and of course Gu Buxian.
"The True God Clan is having a hard time nowadays."
Looking at the warriors of various races in the ancient city, including dwarves, vampires, spirits, saints, humans, and all kinds of strange alien warriors, they were very peaceful with each other.
In this city, fighting is not allowed.
If there is a fight, there will be a death battle platform in the city, and it will be settled on the battle platform.
Anyone who violates this rule will be killed directly.
After watching for a while, Qingyang Huan withdrew his gaze.
"It would be strange to have an easy life with our old enemies, the Immortal Clan, and such a large number of unworthy descendants clamoring for independence."
"Are you so sure that the mountain owner of Xuankong Mountain will come looking for you?"
Gui Buxian glanced at the beast meat on the stone table with a look of disgust on his face, without any appetite at all.
"It is not easy to be in charge of a clan.
Xuankong Mountain has been under the control of this silver giant emperor for tens of thousands of years.
Its power has not diminished over the years.
This master of Xuankong Mountain is not easy."
"Well, Mr.
Turtle thought you could count."
"That's you."
Knocking on Gui Buxian's turtle shell, Qingyang Huan responded.
"You calculated that Xuankongshanfa didn't find any trace of you or me."
"That goes without saying that you just have to put up a flag and tell everyone that you are the human race's Uncle Hao."
Rolling his eyes at Qingyang Huan, Gui Buxian said angrily that he and Qingyang Huan did not hide their figures across the Guixu world.
In fact, he originally wanted to hide his figure, but for some reason Ah Huan changed his mind.
The main palace of Futian City.
Deep in the majestic palace, there is an ancient palace surrounded by spiritual trees.
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Candles are lit in this ancient palace, and no light from the outside seems to come in at all.
In the center of the gray hall, masses of black air flowed and intertwined, as if there were countless hazy figures in the entire hall.
A square platform stood in the main hall.
The platform was covered with a thin layer of five-color soil and shone with a faint colorful divine light, which was very eye-catching in the darkness.
The five-color soil is a spiritual creature between heaven and earth, and is one of the spiritual creatures that build the king's small world.
Every grain of five-color soil is glowing with colorful divine light.
It is said that only a hundred grains of five-color soil can be used to create a perfect small world, and even have the opportunity to peek into the innate energy.
At this moment, there are thousands of grains of five-color soil scattered on the square platform, and the faint five-color divine light is intertwined, which is particularly eye-catching in the darkness.
In the center of the stone platform, a cracked and mottled stone tablet stood.
Not only was the stone tablet dilapidated, but there were still blood stains on it that had dried and turned into black marks.
Sin ancestor.
There are two ancient human seal characters engraved on the stone stele, but the five-color divine light cannot dispel the black fog covering the seal characters on the stone stele.
At this moment, under the faint colorful divine light, a face full of ravines was reflected above the stage.
"Ancestor, when troubled times come, where will our Futian clan go?"
The old man stood quietly outside the stone platform, looking at the mottled stone tablets in front of him, with tears in his eyes.
"The news came back from the human race that the God's Palace was rebuilt in Buzhou Mountain, and the current palace owner is a noble lord of the human race in the Guixu world."
"When the Great Underworld was shattered, our ancestors died" "Master of the family, the master of Xuankong Mountain has arrived."
"Lord of Hanging Mountain" "What is he here to do?"
At this moment, a voice came into the hall, interrupting the old figure's contemplation, and then he restrained his momentum.
"Where."
"Front hall."
The outside of the city lord's mansion is not as majestic as imagined, with verdant vegetation and stone pavilions and chairs carved from bluestone scattered like stars.
In the main hall.
The Lord of the Hanging Mountain sat on the stone chair below, his eyes not necessarily silent.
Even though he tried his best to restrain his energy, there was still an invisible majesty permeating the air.
Suddenly, the owner of the Hanging Mountain opened and closed his eyes, and his divine light suddenly flashed.
"Brother Futian, this emperor is here to congratulate you.
The human race is about to flourish.
I'm afraid it won't be long before Brother Futian can return to the clan."
Fu Tianque's figure appeared in the main seat, with white hair hanging down, a vicissitudes of life on his face, and he didn't look very imposing.
Instead, there is an air of old age and twilight.
He squinted his eyes and looked at the master of Xuankong Mountain in front of him.
Both Futianlu and Xuankong Mountain were in the Divine Desolate Territory, and they had many interactions over the long years.
But not to the point where we are so familiar with the master of Xuankong Mountain.
The person who came today is weird.
"Brother Yinguang, I haven't seen him for a long time, but he still looks like a rainbow."
Not sure what Lord Xuankong Mountain meant, Futianque suppressed his doubts and complimented.
Seeing that Fu Tianque refused to answer his words, the owner of Xuankong Mountain cursed the old fox in his heart.
The relationship between Xuankong Mountain and the Futian clan was indeed neither good nor bad.
It should be said that they did not provoke each other.
In the eyes of many warriors in Guixu, the Futian clan is a sinner clan that escaped from the human race and occupies a piece of inheritance land on the Futian continent.
Other than that, this family is very low-key and has never been involved in the competition in the world of Guixu.
"No matter how chaotic time and space is, as the Lord of Xuankong Mountain, I have to consider my people."
Without covering up, the Master of Xuankong Mountain spoke up and said: "The Futian clan has been looking for something in the Guixu world over the years.
I have also heard about it.
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It happened that I just got a piece of news not long ago.
I thought it would be useful to Brother Futian, so I came here to inform him
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