Suddenly, a terrifying bloodline power descended.
The blood of the descendants of the Yellow Emperor present was throbbing, and their bodies involuntarily knelt down, their foreheads touched the ground, and they didn't dare to come out.
The depression from the bottom of my heart is like a heart being tightened.
"Ancestor!"
The leader of the six divine beasts, the white dog could never have imagined that the souls of the Yellow Emperors of the past dynasties would appear together.
He has lived for more than 4,000 years and has never seen anything like this.
Everyone in the world thinks that there is only one Yellow Emperor, but only the Yellow Emperor is familiar with it, in fact, there are ten generations of the Yellow Emperor, and the well-known Ji Xuanyuan is actually the tenth generation of the Yellow Emperor.
But they did not take the first nine generations of Yellow Emperors buried in the Yellow Emperor Mountain to heart.
It's as if Zhu Yuanzhang founded the Ming Dynasty, but in fact, there were four Yellow Emperors before.
Chun Emperor Zhu Wusi, Yu Emperor Zhu Chuyi, Heng Emperor Zhu Sijiu, Xuan Emperor Zhu Bailiu.
They are Zhu Yuanzhang's father, grandfather, great-grandfather, and great-grandfather.
But who remembers what these four people are.
In the Yellow Emperor Mountain, the nine Yellow Emperors buried have also been forgotten.
Therefore, the nine Yellow Emperors of the Ji family appeared at the same time, which made the descendants of the Yellow Emperor stunned.
The first generation of the Yellow Emperor Ji Qiqi, the second generation of the Yellow Emperor Ji Mangwu, the third generation of Ji Yili, the fourth generation of Ji Baijian, the fifth generation of Ji Jie, the sixth generation of Ji Hehu, the seventh generation of Ji Fengxu, the eighth generation of Ji Yilu, the ninth generation of Ji Qikun.
The appearance of the nine old ancestors made their heads dazed by the descendants of the Yellow Emperor.
The appearance of a soul is legendary enough, and there are nine in a row at the same time, what is this for.
"Stand down!"
Under the majestic order of the Nine Emperors, everyone retreated, and the white dog was supported by the lost soul and slowly retreated.
If it weren't for the oppression of his innate bloodline, the white dog wouldn't have dared to believe that what was in front of him was real.
Buried in the Yellow Emperor Mountain, the souls of the nine dead ancestors appeared at the same time, and no one believed them.
But heroes don't suffer immediate losses, this Chu Wangxian is so tricky, they have no chance of winning if they continue to fight. came in a hurry, walked quickly, and the six divine beasts scattered in a moment, watching from afar.
The smart ones have already gone to move the rescuers.
"I know each other!"
Chu Wangxian's eyes swept around, smiled, and walked towards the ancestral hall of the Yellow Emperor again.
The pressure of Rushan came again, Chu Wangxian frowned, and the Heaven Opening Axe in his hand slashed in the air, cutting off Shakyamuni's golden handprint, and even used the Heaven Opening Axe as a pillar to support the passage.
The Nine Emperors looked at it for a while, their bodies were illusory, and their souls disappeared into the ancestral hall.
"Jiang Wang, you wait, this is the holy land of the Yellow Emperor's lineage, and you are not suitable to enter as a descendant of the Yan Emperor."
Chu Wangxian took Zhang Qiudao and entered the ancestral hall.
In the ancestral hall, it was empty.
Chu Wangxian glanced at the underground, there were many underground formations, and some of the formations were even extremely exquisitely arranged, even if he wanted to crack it, it would take a lot of effort.
Obviously, the body of the Nine Emperors, buried in the depths of the ancestral hall, was closely protected.
"Yellow Emperor Nine Emperors, this battle is really spectacular!"
Chu Wangxian raised his eyebrows.
"Now that you know our origins, you still dare to be presumptuous in the Yellow Emperor Mountain, and today's juniors are really becoming more and more presumptuous!"
In an instant, a figure appeared, and the naked eye could not see how this person appeared, as if it appeared out of thin air.
This person has a majestic appearance, and at a glance he knows that he is a strong man who has been in the top position for a long time, his eyes are shining, and his noble breath is about to come out.
"Ji Miaoqi!"
Chu Wangxian directly said the name of this person.
"You, you even know my name, have you and I ever fought each other?"
The person who spoke in confusion was the first generation of the Yellow Emperor, Ji Miaoqi.
Chu Wangxian shook his head, indicating that he had not fought before.
At this moment, the first generation of the Yellow Emperor Ji Qi was even more secretive.
"It's really not easy for you to hold the Open Heaven Axe of the Demon Realm Western Emperor, if I am alive, I am really willing to drink with you for three days."
Another voice asked majestically.
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This person is burly, with an urn voice, and his face is even more bold and atmospheric.
Chu Wangxian smiled, "Ji Mangwu, if you weren't greedy for a cup and made a mistake, how could you die in battle in the battle of Yishan." ” The second generation of the Yellow Emperor Ji Mang was stunned, this Chu Wangxian actually knew a lot about him and the ancients, which made him completely unable to see through Chu Wangxian for a while.
The more I talked to Chu Wangxian, the more I felt that Chu Wangxian was unfathomable.
"Even if you know what happened in ancient times, boy, this is the Yellow Emperor Mountain, and you can't fly now."
Another man stepped forward.
"Ji Qikun, your tone is always stronger than your strength, you knelt for ten days and ten nights before my house, and you were much more obedient at that time than now."
In an instant, the sound was gone.
The ninth-generation Yellow Emperor Ji Qikun stood stunned, as if stiff, and finally his eyes flashed, looking directly at Chu Wangxian.
"Feng Suiren, is that you?
Are you a saint, the ancestor of the wind surname?
At this moment, Ji Qikun was not sure when he said this, and he almost asked like a mosquito.
Back then, the Fengsui people had looked for him.
He had been involved in the plans of the Flint.
Chu Wangxian smiled presumptuously, "Feng Suiren, do you think I am him?"
He smiled slightly, and a pair of eyes shone like a lamppost on the Nine Emperors.
"You, you're him, you're the Flint.
Your eyes are exactly the same as they were 5,000 years ago!
” The ninth generation of the Yellow Emperor suddenly shouted loudly, and he was sure that the Chu Wangxian in front of him was Fengsui Ren. can hold the axe of opening the sky, and in the Yellow Emperor Mountain, it is like entering the realm of no one, and it is by no means a nameless person.
And this dazzling look is exactly the same as the flint man he met in ancient times.
Back then, it was Feng Sui who hid behind the scenes, passed on his supreme immortal skills, and selected Ji Xuanyuan.
In the battle between the Yan and Huang veins, there are also Feng Sui people who are up and down.
"You, you, you're the Flint, this is too outrageous, aren't you dead early?"
Someone else came with a finger.
"You old people curse me for an early death?
You dead people, buried in the grave, still want to come out and make waves, why don't you let me breathe!
” The Yellow Emperor and the Nine Emperors couldn't believe what was in front of them, and the domineering kid in front of them was really a Fengsui person.
For a moment, the atmosphere was completely stiff.
The legendary first saint in China, the ancestor of the Feng Clan, is their ancestor, the Feng Sui people.
"Don't be deceived, Feng Sui has already died, Ji Qikun, don't be fooled."
After the ninth generation of the Yellow Emperor Ji Qikun was reprimanded, he looked at Chu Wangxian again, and the more he looked at Chu Wangxian, the more determined he became, and the person in front of him was Fengsui Ren.
Chu Wangxian smiled and looked at the Nine Emperors.
"What, do you want to do it?
I'm here in good faith. ” "Say!"
The first generation of the Yellow Emperor Ji Qiqi stretched out his hand to signal the emperors to stop making noise, listen to what Chu Wangxian said first, and then it was not too late to act.
"Now the Yellow Emperor Ji Xuanyuan is going to die, so I helped you elect the next Yellow Emperor."
Chu Wangxian smiled and beckoned.
"Zhang Qiudao, come forward and meet your ancestors."
Zhang Qiudao immediately knelt down and kowtowed.
Suddenly, the fury of a violent typhoon pressed down, almost suffocating Zhang Qiudao.
"Bastard, Feng Suiren, you deceive people too much, you want to inherit the position of the Yellow Emperor if you catch a foundation monk, and my Yellow Emperor clan is not allowed to be blasphemed, if you want to fight, you can fight, if you want to kill, you will kill!"
Chu Wangxian shook his head helplessly, he was really excited.