The umbrella of the sky quickly transformed into an old man wearing a yellow robe, wrinkled face and gray beard, falling from the sky thousands of feet away. Immediately, all the will of the heaven between heaven and earth were covered, and Meng Fan's perception suddenly became very weak, and his vision, hearing, and soul were all restrained.

In the other direction, the Broken Sky Sword is still in a silver-white snake shape, shuttled through the voids in a misty way. As he wandered, the cold light flashed, looking for the flaws of the clues exposed by Meng Fan.

Wrap the sky silk, swallow the sky cauldron, and Han Tianling also came from all directions.

The momentum of surround.

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There are endless secret realms in the vast universe.

Jiao Ling, a hidden strongman from the Shiyuan Dynasty, stepped into a vast wasteland. There were towering cities everywhere, but these cities had been dilapidated and were desolate for many years and were severely weathered.

I could also see that in the city, some corpses were half hidden underground, revealing part of them. The corpses seemed to be human bones, but their size was several times larger. A head was nearly ten feet in size.

In the center of these skeletons.

A woman stood.

Under his short white hair, there was a pretty face that looked like a 16 or 17-year-old girl, with extremely delicate facial features, a pair of light blue eyes, a cherry-colored lips, and stretched out slender white fingers and gently stroked his lips.

The woman was wearing a dark purple brocade robe, revealing her two round and slender thighs and her delicate back, and staring at the huge skeleton in front of her in a daze.

Jiao Ling landed quietly behind the woman, bowed and stood without saying a word.

The woman said lightly: "I can feel... why was the palace destroyed?"

Jiao Ling said carefully: "His Majesty, Meng Fan of the Heavenly Court will be here in the future."

This woman, who is extremely beautiful in her beauty, makes it difficult for any man to extricate herself from seeing her, has a little sadness in her expression, and her eyes are a little confused, and a finger is still spinning on her lips.

She is the supreme mother emperor of the Shiyuan Dynasty, the absolute leader of the Kun tribe, the ancient overlord who once corresponded to the Chaos Emperor Yao of the monk civilization, and the witness of the long years.

Qinglin!

"Jiao Ling, have you seen it?"

The Queen Qinglin said softly.

Jiao Ling didn't understand, so: "What is Your Majesty talking about?"

"This city." The Queen Qinglin stared at the huge city with light blue eyes and said sadly: "Can you see the scene from those dilapidated walls and weathered bones?"

Jiao Ling said respectfully: "I have limited cultivation and the years are too far away, so I can't see anything."

"Is that right..." Qinglin felt lost, suddenly his eyes flashed, and a few tears flowed out, and it looked like the pear blossoms were raining, making people love it. She stretched out her hand and pointed at a tower with only half left. "I finally saw... the Emperor of Guworms."

Jiao Ling's body trembled, and his hands slowly hung on both sides of his body. Although his face was blocked by a mask, he could still feel his shock.

"The ancestor of the Kun clan... fell here." Qinglin had crystal clear tears on his face, and he pointed to another direction. "The Emperor of Chaos."

Jiao Ling turned around instinctively and looked in the direction Qinglin pointed.

But there is only yellow sand.

I don’t know how distant years I saw in Qinglin’s eyes.

"The Emperor of the Gu Insect follows the Chaos Emperor for a million years and regards the Chaos Emperor as his belief. The gods die for the Chaos Emperor in the battle of the Taoist Lord... The Chaos Emperor lamented because of the fall of the ancestor..."

Jiao Ling looked in shock at the direction Qinglin pointed, but he was shocked and could not express other emotions.

a long time.

Qinglin said: "I understand Meng Fan's experience. A person like him will not be willing to be one of my thousands of faces, nor will he surrender. Inviting him to come is actually just a boring attempt. I just never thought that he would really come. Since he is here, just kill him."

As he said that, Qinglin swung his palm and a golden key fell into Jiao Ling's hand.

"I know you came here to borrow ancient soldiers. This key can open a Hyoku, including three thousand ancient soldiers. In addition, I have my oral instructions. Before killing Meng Fan, you will be in charge of the imperial city and the 109 county governments. Go and let me continue here and continue to appreciate the traces of ancient times."

"Yes!" Jiao Ling took the key in his hand and left immediately.

Qinglin still looked at the dilapidated city and murmured to himself: "Our appearance is determined by the history we trampled under our feet. Will today's young people understand this truth? However, it is a pity for people like Meng Fan to kill them like this."

Qinglin licked his lips, and a greedy smell emitted, his eyes became full of temptation and sparkling water.

"But, kill it, just kill it."

At this moment, another ray of light and shadow fell behind Qinglin.

The person who came was completely shrouded in a brown robe. If he didn't look carefully, the person would be almost indistinguishable from the surrounding yellow sand.

"Is the time here?" Qinglin asked.

The person who hid in the yellow sand said in a rough, vicissitudes of voice: "Yes."

"But I don't want to leave." Qinglin said pitifully.

The man in the yellow sand: "Three days and three nights, this is our agreement."

Qinglin turned around, looked at the man in the yellow sand, and said cutely: "If you kill you, the agreement will be invalid. I will stay here as long as I want to stay."

"If I kill me, everything here will disappear." said the man from Huangsha. "I am a bridge across time. Without me, Lord Qinglin cannot step into this place. It is even more difficult to leave. Even if I can leave, I will probably have a huge chance to come here again in the future."

"Oh." Qinglin was a little bored and walked towards the man in the yellow sand. His slender legs were shaking, and he smiled cutely: "I am really curious about what your poetic civilization is."

"Just the guardian of history." The man from the yellow sand answered faintly.

"The answer is too general, the little girl can't understand." Qinglin acted a little coquettishly. "Can you say it clearly?"

"We are servants of the Tao." The man from the yellow sand said again.

Qinglin frowned and said, "Tao?"

"Lord of Tao."

"Who is the Taoist Lord?"

"We can't give you an answer, but you have to find the answer yourself. I think, now you already have some answers."

"Yes, yes." Qinglin nodded, passed by the man from the Yellow Sand, and continued to walk out. "But this answer is a bit unacceptable."

"Acceptance or not is true." After the man from Huangsha said that, his figure gradually disappeared into the yellow sand.
Chapter completed!