In the sky.

The demonic dragon flies extremely fast, and in the distance of its field of vision, the area of ​​the Divine Burial Abyss has already appeared.

At this moment, Lin Hao discovered that a group of figures were fighting fiercely in the sky above the mountains outside the Divine Burial Abyss.

Those people were none other than the human martial cultivators of the Jiu Xuan Sect and the pseudo-gods who were the remnants of the Babel Tower.

Lin Hao's eyes narrowed slightly, and he clearly noticed that Wei Jiyuan was among them.

However, although the number of these pseudo-gods is small, they are the backbone of Babel Tower, and their strength has reached the level of half-step Emperor Senior Realm.

It will not be easy for Jiu Xuan Sect and other disciples to surround and suppress them all.

The lineups of both sides were at loggerheads.

In just a few breaths of time, several Jiuxuan Sect disciples were seriously injured.

"Dragon Tooth, enter."

Lin Hao looked sharply and ordered.

"Roar!"

Longya roared, and suddenly rushed over with an extremely fierce momentum.

"His Royal Highness the Holy Son!"

Hearing this dragon roar, Wei Jiyuan and others from Jiuxuan Sect could not help but be filled with surprise.

Seeing Lin Hao riding the demon dragon and joining the battle circle, their morale immediately increased greatly.

"kill!"

In an instant, a series of fierce martial arts moves, combined with the terrifying offensive of the demon dragon, blasted away at the pseudo-gods like an overwhelming force.

After a while.

The battle is over.

But they saw that those pseudo-gods all turned into blood-stained corpses, falling into the mountains below, and were soon dragged away and devoured by nearby monsters.

"His Royal Highness the Holy Son, it's a good thing you're here, otherwise we wouldn't know how long it would take to solve this problem."

Wei Jiyuan flew up to Lin Hao with excitement on his face and said with reverence.

Hundreds of Jiu Xuan Sect disciples also gathered around happily, looking at Lin Hao with flashing eyes.

"You guys should go back first. I have something I want to talk to A Yuan about."

Lin Hao looked at the Jiu Xuan Sect disciples around him and smiled.

"good."

Without any hesitation, the disciples of the sect immediately obeyed Lin Hao's order and flew away one after another, continuing to look for the fleeing pseudo-gods.

"Your Highness the Holy Son, may I ask what you have to say?"

After everyone left, Wei Jiyuan couldn't help but ask.

"You still remember the first time you met me, right?"

Lin Hao was not in a hurry to tell the truth and asked with a slight smile.

After Wei Jiyuan pondered for a while, he nodded and said: "Remember, it was in a small mountain range in the southern border of Dongxuan Continent. His Royal Highness the Holy Son was seriously injured and fell into a coma. It was me who saved him."

Speaking of this, Wei Jiyuan felt a hint of pride in his heart.

Because who could have known that he was the one who saved the top-level experts in the human martial arts world a few years ago.

"Nonsense, I won't say more."

Lin Hao said calmly: "Actually, at that time, I fell from the crack in space."

"In more than a year, an unprecedented race war will break out in the Sky Continent."

"At that time, in order to protect the human lifeline of Dongxuan Continent during that catastrophe, the Head of the Jiuxuan Sect will use the space chaos talisman beads to activate space energy to seal off the land."

"At this point, the Jiu Xuan Sect began to fall apart and form factions, which evolved into the Nine Halls Sect."

"And you, remember not to join any faction. You can rely on the power of the sect's guardian team to form the 'Deacon Hall' on Jiuxuan Island to balance and restrain the disputes between the nine sects."

What?

Hearing this, Wei Jiyuan looked shocked and stared at Lin Hao in disbelief.

If the person in front of him was not the sect's holy son, he might have laughed on the spot and scolded the other person for having a brain problem.

Because this kind of thing, no matter how you listen to it, it feels like nonsense.

What about the outbreak of a racial war and the split of the Jiu Xuan Sect?

This is simply nonsense!

"Your Highness the Holy Son, do you know how to predict the future?"

Thinking of Lin Hao's understanding of the artistic conception of time, Wei Jiyuan felt that this statement might be more appropriate.

"Not really."

Lin Hao shook his head and said with a slight smile: "To be precise, I traveled here from the future era."

"My real name is Lin Hao, and I am also a deacon disciple of the Deacon Hall of the Nine Halls Sect Ten Thousand Years Later."

"But by then, you were already a bad old man."

Speaking of this, Lin Hao couldn't help but joke.

What?!

Just like Hou Tiancheng and others before, Wei Jiyuan was shocked when he heard this kind of thing.

He looked at Lin Hao in disbelief, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong.

"His Royal Highness the Holy Son, you said that you are from ten thousand years in the future, but how could I live for so long without dying?"

Wei Jiyuan frowned slightly and asked in confusion.

"The Law of Time."

Lin Hao said calmly: "Using the realm of the law of static time to imprison the physical body, we can slow down aging."

In the realm of static time, the flesh and blood are imprisoned...

Hearing this, Wei Jiyuan's heart was slightly shaken, as if he had some enlightenment.

Recently, because he regarded Lin Hao as his idol, he also imitated and practiced various martial arts moves mastered by the latter.

However, the artistic conception of time in it made Wei Jiyuan more and more interested. After learning that he had this talent for cultivation, he became even more obsessed with studying it.

Therefore, at this moment, Lin Hao's words gave him a sudden feeling of enlightenment.

But one code after another, Wei Jiyuan still feels that the future time and space is a bit unbelievable.

In this regard, Lin Hao did not want to continue to explain.

"I've been talking to you so much because I want you to take advantage of this period to keep a low profile and strengthen the sect's guardian team as soon as possible."

As he spoke, Lin Hao's body flashed and he suddenly stood on the dragon's head, intending to continue to the Abyss of Divine Burial.

However, at this time, he seemed to have thought of something. He looked at Wei Jiyuan and said with a smile: "By the way, if you meet me, a deacon disciple named Lin Hao, in the Nine Halls Sect in the future, remember to remind him."

"Don't rely too much on the system, remember to strengthen yourself!"

After saying this, Lin Hao couldn't help but laugh.

Immediately with hearty laughter, the demon dragon's huge body swung and suddenly turned into a black shadow, rushing towards the depths of the Divine Burial Abyss.

"Don't rely too much on the system, remember to strengthen yourself..."

"What does His Highness, the Holy Son, mean by these words?"

Looking at the black shadow that was gradually receding, Wei Jiyuan stood there in astonishment, puzzled.
Chapter completed!