Palace of the Gods.
Qingyang Huan stood in front of the God King Monument.
At the top of the God King Monument, the two simple seal characters "Preaching" were ranked first.
Han Tian came to the God King's Palace within three days of casting the title God King, branded the God King's mark, and left in a hurry.
He did not choose to enter the Divine King's Terrace to sit in seclusion.
He said that he felt that his opportunity had not come yet and he was not strong enough to set foot on the Divine King's Terrace to induce enlightenment.
A capable person will naturally have a strange temper, but Qingyang Huan doesn't care about this.
Anyway, from now on, he, the master of the Divine King's Palace, is no longer just a bachelor.
As for the freedom of the God King under his command, he will not interfere.
He can do whatever he likes, as long as he shows up when called.
In fact, the treatment of the titled God Kings in the God King's Palace is quite good.
Everyone has an independent small world.
These are all opened up when the purple energy of humanity comes, and they can be created by warriors in their own small world.
Unfortunately, Han Tian, who had received the title of preacher, was destined not to be stable in the Palace of God.
On this day, Qingyang Huan was sitting in the palace of the God King, deducing his own emperor record, when Emperor Futian came from outside.
"Palace Master, there is news from Xuankong Mountain that warriors from the Kuafu God Clan have appeared."
"Oh, you finally couldn't help it?"
Qingyang Huan's eyes opened and closed.
Ever since he defeated General Qingtian, the Kuafu God Clan has been silent for several months and now they are still waiting.
You must know that the great warriors in the Kuafu Protoss who are comparable to the emperors of the heavens are not cabbages.
Killing four of them at once is enough to make their flesh hurt.
It is hard to say that they are licking their wounds these days.
The ancestral land of the Kuafu God Clan, Zaitian Mountain in Chengdu, is not in the Guixu world, so the Kuafu God Clan in the Guixu world is just a part of it.
They have lost four great formation gods one after another.
For the Kuafu God Clan in the Gui Xu world, There are also some injuries.
"What did the Master of Hanging Mountain say?"
"The warriors of the Kuafu God Clan did not come to Xuankong Mountain in person, but passed down an oracle, ordering the owner of Xuankong Mountain to capture a large number of warriors.
I speculate that this is to perform a blood sacrifice."
"Just an oracle" Hearing this, Qingyang Huan frowned.
It seemed that the Kuafu God Clan's huge body was not so stupid as to damage several great gods in the clan one after another.
They also sensed something was wrong and did not dare to expose their whereabouts easily again.
"Ask the master of the altar if there is any news."
Suddenly, Qingyang Huan's expression changed.
He was deeply impressed by Shen Luoxiao.
When the Palace of Gods was established, Shen Luoxiao arrived dragging the divine body of the Kuafu God Clan, making it clear that this was the light priest behind it who wanted to make him take the blame.
If the Light Sacrifice really comes in person, then it will be tantamount to completely turning against Kuafu.
Even if the Guangming Protoss and the Kuafu Protoss do not fight against each other, internal fighting will continue.
If they invite outsiders to deal with members of their own clan, even if the Guangming lineage is extremely powerful, they will be condemned and ostracized by the entire True God Clan.
So Shen Luoxiao became the warrior who took the blame.
When the Kuafu God Clan was really angry, he would be the unlucky guy to offset the Kuafu God Clan's anger.
Anyway, it would not be a pity for a bastard to die for the Light God Clan.
However, this guy is not a fuel-efficient lamp.
Compared to the master of Xuankong Mountain, he is more ruthless and sinister, and he sold the Light Sacrifice in front of so many warriors in the world.
Not only that, he also disappeared without a trace after the Light God Realm disappeared.
For some reason, Qingyang Huan always felt that this guy must be secretly dormant, waiting for the opportunity to stir up chaos.
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There was no basis for this feeling, just his intuition.
"wrong."
Suddenly, Qingyang Huan shook his head gently.
"When did the news come from Hanging Mountain?"
"Just a quarter of an hour ago, it was still the same as usual, using a foreign puppet."
"No, come with me to Xuankong Mountain" The next moment, Qingyang Huan disappeared into the Divine King's Palace, crossing the darkness and heading towards the Divine Desolate Territory.
"Hey, wait a minute, Lord Turtle, Lord Turtle is going too." hanging mountain In the magnificent little world, mountains stand tall, as high as the sky, misty clouds, and silver-light giant warriors inhabit the mountain streams.
However, this is the scene that Qingyang Huan saw the last two times he came here.
At this moment, the small world of Xuankong Mountain is here.
Landslides and ground cracks, lava surges from the ground, thick smoke billows, raging fires, mountains tens of thousands of feet high break off, and mountains collapse.
The earth was covered with large cracks like spider webs.
Lakes of blood appeared on the cracked earth, and the strong blood filled the sky.
There were large cracks in the sky, and the wind was howling.
Qingyang Huan looked down at the ancestral land of the silver giants that had been inherited for more than ten epochs in the Guixu world, with a cold look in his eyes.
"It's not a short time, it's only a month."
Emperor Futian's expression was also a little ugly.
During this period, he also received a message from Xuankong Mountain.
Xuankong Mountain was destroyed.
Was the person who sent the message a ghost?
Qingyang Huan looked down at the four directions, his eyes roaming every inch of the land.
Unfortunately, apart from the strong blood energy, he could not detect any more useful aura.
The aura here was deliberately disturbed.
The bloody aura permeating the void was also mixed with a strong divine aura, but this didn't mean much.
Kuafu God Clan Light Protoss
Or other gods?
His eyes looked towards the cracks in the sky.
Meteorites floated messily and turned into a large sealing formation.
This was the formation used by the owner of Xuankong Mountain to conceal his aura when he reported the message to him.
Now it is actually used to seal Xuankong Mountain.
News of destruction.
Not only that, there was not a single silver giant’s body left up and down the Hanging Mountain.
You must know that in the entire Hanging Mountain, in addition to the nearly a thousand people of the Silver Light Giant lineage, there are also hundreds of thousands of other scattered servants and mixed-blood giants, but not a single complete blood and bone is left.
"There are only a handful of forces in the Guixu world that can completely annihilate the lineage of silver giants.
Who is it?"
Looking at all this, Qingyang Huan's eyes showed contemplation.
"Ah Huan, Lord Turtle has a way."
At this time, Gui Buxian spoke out, his eyes also constantly looking at this magnificent little world.
"With so many blood lakes, many warriors have obviously died.
With such a strong bloody killing, it is likely that there will be broken wandering souls that have not dissipated.
As long as you find the wandering souls, you can find some broken memory fragments."
Hearing this, Qingyang Huan's eyes lit up.
Two days later, Qingyang Huan appeared again in the ruins of Xuankong Mountain.
This time he was followed by an old woman holding a large purple and gold bowl.
Buzz The old woman threw her purple-gold bowl into the air, and the yin energy roared all over the sky, pouring down from the purple-gold bowl like a giant waterfall.
The billowing Yin Qi poured down and spread towards the entire Xuankong Mountain ruins, blending with the strong blood energy.
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For a time, the entire Xuankong Mountain world was filled with dark winds and blood energy, as if it had turned into a ghost.
"Palace Master, after a living being dies, its soul will immediately disappear between heaven and earth and enter reincarnation.
Only individual existences will wander between heaven and earth."
"Even if these wandering souls have never dissipated, they have no real form.
They need to undergo a period of transformation before they can emerge.
This is why it is impossible to capture the wandering souls, because now they have not even formed consciousness. , not a lonely ghost, at most a ray of evil wind."
Po Meng was in charge of the purple golden bowl, constantly filling the void with Yin Qi.
The stronger the blood Qi was, the more turbulent the Yin Qi was.
The remaining broken soul power of the newly fallen creatures is not enough to transform into another form.
The rich Yin Qi becomes the nourishment for their transformation, accelerating the transformation of their souls.
Half a day later.
"Look, it's out."
Gui Buxian pointed to the sky above a blood lake below.
The blood lake with a radius of tens of thousands of feet stirred up waves of blood.
There was a vague shadow beating in the blood, making a harsh hiss, swallowing up the Yin Qi and blood power.
Buzz Then, the purple golden bowl suspended in the sky poured Yin Qi towards this illusory shadow, helping it condense its form.
"Palace Master, this is an evil ghost formed by the fusion of countless broken souls."
With the infusion of Yin Qi, the shadow above the blood lake became more and more solid.
It looked like a beast, covered with hands, feet and sharp horns.
There were fangs in its big mouth, and a faint ghost danced in the five black pupils. flame.
Soon, this fierce ghost was put into the big purple and gold bowl.
He kept making piercing roars and ran rampantly trying to rush out.
"Can you extract the remaining memory fragments?"
Po Meng stretched out her hand.
As the ghost who inherited Po Meng's mantle, she carried an incomplete Yinsi fruit position and formed an alternative ghost body.
The withered hand reached into the purple golden bowl, grabbed the fierce ghost with its teeth and claws, tore the ghost shadow apart, and pulled out the memory fragments one after another.
On the top of the Xuankong Mountain, the master of the Xuankong Mountain stood with his hands behind his back.
The tall giants below were fighting each other.
The mountains kept breaking and breaking, killing the servants who could not dodge.
The entire Hanging Mountain was in ruins, and giants gathered the dead bones.
Most of the fallen warriors were servants and mixed-blood giants, and only a few old giants were considered real clan members.
After gathering the blood and bones, the silver-light giant warrior stepped onto a treasure that shone with a faint divine light.
There are not many memory fragments in the ghost, and they are very scattered, but these are enough.
"You direct and act on your own, you're just kidding us."
Gui Buxian was the first to shout: "If we hadn't had a back-up plan, we would have let him get through."
Qingyang Huan restrained his mind, just like the master of the Hanging Mountain, the golden cicada escaped from its shell and wanted to put it to death to survive, but ran away.
"Palace Master, I'm afraid the Master of Xuankong Mountain is not only hiding from us, but also the Kuafu God Clan."
Emperor Futian spoke up, paused and said, "And maybe what happened here would have already happened before our Divine Palace was rebuilt."
"Ah Huan, it's not easy to deal with it now.
It's not easy to catch the master of Xuankong Mountain.
You said he had better not run away sooner or later, but he still used such a ruthless way to escape at this time.
It's really puzzling to the turtle
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