Outside the first level of the imperial court. well King Wen sighed softly and hissed incessantly.
Qingyang Huan stood behind King Wen, looking at the hunched figure under the large animal robe, it was difficult to speak.
From the first time he came to the imperial court, the first impression the old man in front of him gave him was that of greatness.
However, now the shoulders of this great figure were unknowingly bent by the heavy burden.
After a while, Qingyang Huan spoke up and said: "Old man King Wen, there must be a road in front of the mountain, and the boat will be straight when it reaches the bridge.
Our human race is a behemoth that has inherited three eras.
It is inevitable that we will be restrained by our old age under the accumulation of time.
The Xun clan has been relocated and the ancient clan has been defeated.
Step by step, there will always be a solution. " "You" Suddenly, King Wen came back to his senses and his eyes fell on Qingyang Huan.
"Oh, I really have a hard life.
I used to feel aggrieved when the fate of the human race was dormant.
But now it's finally time to feel proud, but I find that things are not as simple as imagined."
"Thank you for your hard work.
The descendants of the human race have gone through hundreds of millions of years of vicissitudes, and they are all looking at Mount Buzhou."
Qingyang Huan's figure swept over and sat on the trunk of the ancient spirit tree next to him.
"Okay, let's not talk about this anymore.
You have to eat the food one bite at a time and walk the road step by step.
Judging from your expression, you have got the opportunity in the ruins of the God's Palace."
Seeing Qingyang Huan's appearance, King Wen knew that Qingyang Huan had benefited from the ruins of the ancient Eastern Wasteland Divine Palace.
Not only had his injuries recovered, but he had also gained other benefits along the way.
"The ruins of the ancient God's Palace require time to settle down.
However, the human purple energy left over from ancient times has a wild aura that makes it difficult for people to get caught up in it."
In the ruins of the ancient divine king's palace, Qingyang Huan received a lot of blessings.
These blessings required some precipitation before they could be completely transformed into his own opportunities.
"This time you returned to the ruins so quickly and found two fragments of the underworld, which triggered the appearance of the Lantern Prajna of the Jia Luo tribe.
I had already predicted it when you became the master of the Palace of Gods, but I didn't expect it to be so fast, I almost didn't even react."
Suddenly, King Wen's voice changed and he said: "Have you thought about it, do you really want to rebuild the underworld?"
"Time, luck, and fate."
After thinking for a moment, Qingyang Huan said with a smile on his lips.
Along the way, he has experienced all kinds of things.
Even if he is now in the imperial realm, looking back, he still can't explain.
Whether the conquests and steps along the way are driven by one's heart or being pushed, it seems to no longer matter.
In this world of mountains and seas, the fate of all races is intertwined, and the cause and effect may have been determined a long time ago.
Rebuilding the Great Underworld is no longer the responsibility of the master of the Divine King Palace.
It has long been integrated into his martial arts path.
All of this may have been destined when he came out of the Southern Wilderness.
"In this imperial war, the Garo clan did not take action, and they did not spread the word to the heavens, so the outside world did not know about it.
You can return to the Guixu world with peace of mind.
You will be busy next.
You have done well in the Guixu world. , but it’s best not to have any conflicts with the Immortal Clan right now.”
Hearing this, Qingyang Huan showed a hint of surprise and said: "Could it be that the silent existence of the immortal clan has returned?"
King Wen shook his head and said: "There was an accident in the God Burial Star Territory.
An ancient divine tomb was opened deep in the Star Territory.
It is impossible to say that there will be a war between the Holy Heaven and the Shinto Heaven.
When the time comes, the immortals will have to stand by and watch this.
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It's a good time to let them bite each other.
It's just right for you to run your Guixu world with peace of mind."
"yes."
"Not long after, the Human Emperor will issue an edict to establish the position of the Holy Son of the Five Directions.
All human blood warriors will have the opportunity.
In addition, there will also be a meeting of the Human Emperor Political Alliance.
As the master of the Divine King Palace, you will also come.
If you want to push the little guys who started from humble beginnings to get the vast ocean of the East China Sea as a place for tribal reproduction, you have to be prepared to compete with those old guys. " "When the time comes, Qingyang will definitely follow the senior Imperial Master and wave the flag and shout.
With the Imperial Master here, Qingyang only needs to follow behind."
"Little slippery man, get out of here, I don't care about the food."
"My senior brothers, senior sisters and the others" King Wen turned his head and waved his hands behind his back, looking disgusted.
"They are all fine.
Please leave quickly.
I will get angry when I see you.
You will cause more trouble for me in the future.
Thank you in advance."
"Then Qingyang bids farewell."
He stretched out his hand and pulled off a bright and clear spirit fruit tied to the spirit tree.
He took a bite and was salivating.
Qingyang Huan spoke vaguely and flew towards the outside of Buzhou Mountain.
King Wen turned his head and watched Qingyang Huan's figure disappear into the distant sky, with a hint of thought in his eyes.
"The West, what will be the chaos in the West?
There are so many secrets in this bastard, and he has hidden them so well."
After a long time, King Wen came to his senses and shook his head slightly.
He has deduced it many times, but he just can't deduce what kind of secret it is that can actually stir up civil strife in the Jialuo tribe.
However, this is fine.
He can't deduce it, which means that it is unlikely for all the tribes in the world.
Some warriors have deduced that King Wen had strong self-confidence in offering sacrifices.
Since you can't see through it, just wait and see what happens.
I hope you will see a change beyond imagination.
"Oh, it's better to make some preparations earlier, otherwise you will be really in a hurry when the time comes.
Little ancestor, you have to take it easy."
After the words fell, King Wen's figure disappeared into the biting wind.
A few days later, Qingyang Huan returned to Guixu Haoyuan.
As expected, as King Wen said, an emperor of the Jialuo tribe was captured alive.
There was no movement in the sky, not to mention waves, not even ripples.
It seems like nothing happened.
It's incredible that the Jialuo tribe could tolerate this hatred, but these things are not what he needs to pay attention to.
The Jialuo emperor has been captured, and there is no obstacle to the reorganization of the two fragments of the underworld.
I don't know if these two pieces What changes will occur after the fragmentation is completed?
"Ah Huan, you are not dead."
In Haoyuan, Gui Buxian rushed forward, his small purple eyes flashing with joy.
"I'm dead."
Every time he saw Gui Buxian, Qingyang Huan felt like he was going to piss him off.
He knew it was a concern, but once it came out of this little bastard's mouth, he had the urge to go berserk.
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At this moment, Qingyang Huan said coldly to Gu Buxian.
"I'm dead."
"Ah Huan, Master Gui is really worried about you."
"Really?
Why do I feel that you are worried about my death?"
"How is it possible?
How could Mr.
Turtle be that kind of heartless turtle?
I am a role model in the turtle world.
I am affectionate and righteous, and I am a turtle with righteousness."
"Okay, little bastard, let's go back."
Picking up Gui Buxian and putting it on his shoulder, Qingyang Huan headed towards the depths of Xia Garden.
"Ah Huan" In the garden, seeing Qingyang Huan come back safe and sound, the Holy-faced Goddess rushed forward and looked at Qingyang Huan up and down.
After several breaths, she finally confirmed that Qingyang Huan was not seriously injured, and her worried heart was finally relieved.
"Shengyan, I'm worrying you."
Seeing the unconcealed sadness on the holy face, Qingyang Huan couldn't help but feel pity in his heart.
This time it was really dangerous.
Looking back now, he still felt frightened.
"As long as you're okay."
Shengyan raised his face and said softly.
She has not had a peaceful day in the past few days, and she has no intention of managing the Lingvine Star Territory.
Now that she has seen Qingyang Huan return safely, she has regained her energy.
Leaning against the holy face, Qingyang Huan walked towards the dormitory.
On the way, he grabbed Gu Buxian with his big hand and threw it into the distance.
"Damn it, Mr.
Turtle has already defeated you.
Bah, you stinky man."
After turning several somersaults in the void, Gui Buxian stopped and cursed loudly for a full stick of incense.
Only then did he feel that he had lost interest and walked away towards the distance.
"As expected, men are all unreliable.
Mr.
Turtle is happy to do it himself."
Three days later.
Deep in the Palace of the Gods, Yin Qi filled the air, and the coldness froze the void, turning into ice shards that rustled down.
The two fragments of the underworld merged together and turned into a complete piece.
Because of the previous appearance of the Jia Luo clan emperor, he experienced many thrills, which also made Qing Yanghuan's original intention of taking advantage of the fusion of the underworld to tell the world dim.
Looking at the dark space fragments suspended in mid-air in front of him, there were more than a dozen figures standing behind him, including Meng Po, Black and White Wuchang, Turmo Ghost and other ghosts from the underworld.
The ghosts who were previously thrown into the Sixteenth Hell of the Treasure of Yama by Qing Yanghuan, except for Black and White, all perished in it.
He didn't care about this.
As long as the Yinsi Guo status is immortal, a ghost can be released at any time.
Become a new ghost.
"Lord."
Po Meng held the purple gold bowl and stood at the head of all the underworld officials.
She spoke with her hunched figure.
"The two fragments of the underworld merged into one.
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The world has undergone great changes, and time and space have become much larger.
As for the deeper changes, I still need to explore them with many ghosts.
This will take some time.
Please also ask Lord, please give us some time to understand the changes."
"Okay, go ahead."
Qingyang Huan's words were like an amnesty to the many ghosts behind him, and each of them turned into black smoke and headed towards the reorganized underworld.
"Ah Huan, come with me."
At this time, Gui Buxian showed his face not far away, his little eyes twinkling with light.
"What's wrong" "A good thing, definitely a good thing" Gui Buxian nodded to Qingyang Huan and said, "When has Master Gui ever lied to you?"
"Come on, your mouth is full of good but not bad.
It's never good to say good things."
Qingyang Huan was almost frightened by Gu Buxian's words.
This was simply more accurate than the fate deduced by the priest.
"It's definitely a good thing this time.
If it's not a good thing, Mr.
Turtle will play for you.
Mr.
Turtle helped you bring in foreign aid.
You have to thank me."
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