“Kyushu….”

Qi Cang was slightly stunned and felt a misty but extremely familiar aura on Sun En's body.

That's the "district tripod"?

Why are there only nine people?

He felt throbbing in his heart, and there was no need to ask. As the last person to follow Emperor Yuanyang, Sun En must have received the inspiration from the Emperor.

Thinking back to the supreme style of Emperor Yuanyang in memory, Qi Cang became active.

Will such an existence really become silent?

Suppressing his heart, Qi Cang Nakatsu stood up: "Since Brother Sun has this heart, Qi must follow him!"

.........

The sun rises and the sun sets, all spirits grow old, and the grass and trees wither and flourish.

The long river of time flows forever, as if it is not for anyone to stay. In the blink of an eye, another eight hundred years have passed.

Eight hundred years are just a blink of an eye for the world, but the world has undergone great changes. The true arrival of the great world is like sounding the clarion call for the supreme battle.

The disappearance of the mountain in front of you makes the geniuses in the world relax and shine.

On the first day of the great world, Chu Mengyao, Yuan Duxiu and Fengxinglie were promoted to Tongtian. In the third hundredth year of the great world, a dragon roared in the vast ocean and soared in the sea of ​​thunder.

The dragon clan genius Long Aotian, after the three of them, reached the realm of Tongtian!

The sea of ​​thunder rolled, and the vast aura shook the nine states of the sea, attracting countless people to look at each other. That day, thousands of dragons soared into the sky to protect the Dharma.

The dragon clan, which had been weak for many years, seemed to have great luck. All the dragons guarded each of them, each offering their reverse scales to put armor on the new dragon king.

On that day, the dragon roared and the air waves were surging.

After several years, the Buddha's light soared into the sky in the endless desert sea, and the huge Buddha's shadow sat cross-legged in the desert sea, with its head high and straight into the sky.

In the midst of the thunder disaster, the compassionate palm print comes from the earth to the sky, shaking the thunder.

A number of geniuses emerged suddenly, and the rising stars surpassed the sages. Many powerful physiques that disappeared in the long river of time appeared in the world again.

The world seems to have really come.

Time is ruthless and wastes everything. After eight hundred years, generations of late-stage artists have risen, causing people to discuss again and again, except for some older generation masters.

Yuanyang, who had been fighting for a lifetime eight hundred years ago, seemed to have been completely forgotten.

"The teacher once said that all those who return to the earth, and those who practice will return to the heaven. Unfortunately, now the cauldron is only nine mouths, and it is difficult to refine seventy-two major lands from the ground veins of the ding. It is difficult to achieve the world and the world that is cleared from the heaven and earth..."

Pingzhou, among the mountains and rivers that stretch for countless thousands of miles, Sun En fell down a bronze tripod, muttering to himself, sighing in his heart.

This tripod is the last bite.

After eight hundred years, he finally allowed him to travel all over Jiuzhou, find the most solemn land of Jiuzhou's earth veins, and plant the Nine Cauldrons.

This journey is not easy.

The place where the earth veins gather must be Zhong Lingliu's beautiful place, a place where people and earth are outstanding. In this world with great fortune, it is a unique holy place.

This can be seen from the countless monks who looked ugly but were reluctant to leave from outside the mountains.

"The Nine Cauldrons have fallen, and only the four seas and endless deserts are left, which will be even more difficult than today."

Qi Cang's expression was slightly solemn: "Compared with this, casting a cauldron is not a big deal. I have already figured out the method of refining the earth cauldron and the materials are also found."

The human race in Jiuzhou accounts for seven, the remaining states are demon races, and one state is the place where all the small tribes gather. The nine tripods fall into Jiuzhou, so the obstacles are not big.

The heroes of the human race, with strong winds in Longzhou, Yuan Duxiu lies across Dongzhou, Chu Mengyao is based in Zhongzhou, and three giants divide the world.

The three of them acquiesced, so there will naturally be no great difficulties.

Because in the land of Jiuzhou, except for these three people, there are almost no one who can compete with the two of them.

But the world and endless deserts are different.

In the vast sea, Emperor Amitabha was like a Buddha, and he was powerful in the land. Among the four seas, the dragon clan was the dominant one. Long Aotian fought against Yuan Duxiu for several years, but he was not defeated even though he retreated.

Not to mention, among the endless islands in the world, there is the genius of the Phoenix tribe.

That is the real difficulty.

Not to mention that Sun En has not taken the last step for a long time, even if he takes it, it will be extremely difficult to do it.

Without truly conquering the three people in the desert, even if they planted the ground cauldron, they would still be easily removed!

Sun En, after all, is not Yuanyang.

Recalling the scene of the earth cauldron falling in the previous life, Qi Cangxin sighed. In his memory, Emperor Yuanyang was just a snap of his fingers, and the fourteen earth cauldrons had landed in the endless deserts of the nine states in the fourteen seas.

Where is there a half-wire blocking?

He had done what he had done in a blink of an eye, and he only did half of it...

The gap between this can no longer be described in words.

"You have learned to refine the earth cauldron?"

Sun En's eyes lit up slightly, but the big rock in his heart fell, and his expression became a little relaxed: "In this way, as long as you subdue the dragon, phoenix, Buddha, what the teacher told me, it will be done."

People are not connected with sadness and joy, and what they think is even more inconsistent.

What Qi Cang was worried about was the three heroes ranked among the top ten in the Tower of Heaven, while what Sun En was worried about was the method of refining the earth cauldron.

No one is omnipotent, and naturally he is not.

What he worries is just the earth tripod.

"you......"

Qi Cang was stunned at first, then moved: "Which step do you want to break through?"

The dragon and snake have risen to the land for eight hundred years. Today, Guiyi is still a top master, but it is different from before. Only by being the king is the best.

"It's not much."

Sun En nodded slightly.

The realm of heaven is extremely difficult, but eight hundred years ago, he had already touched the threshold. If he didn't enter it, it was not that he could not enter it.

He stared at the place of the world, and could faintly feel the dragon energy without any concealment:

"You wait for me here and refine the earth cauldron. I'll go find the dragon and talk about it..."

After saying that, Sun En set off his sleeves and was about to break through the air.

But Qi Cang reached out to stop him: "Wait!"

"If you go, you should go together."

Qi Cang is very clear-headed, but he has learned from the past.

Emperor Yuanyang did not untie his fate with Yuan Duxiu. Although there were no disasters in the past eight hundred years, he was still extremely careful.

But he was afraid that Sun En might not be able to find Long Aotian, but he bumped into him instead.

"Brother Qi is still so careful..."

Sun En smiled silently. Before he could speak up his words, his heart suddenly moved, and suddenly raised his head and looked away at the sky.

Boom!

In the sea of ​​stars, there is endless burst of light and heat. At first glance, it is extremely gorgeous, just like the same day as the same splendor!

“That’s…”

Sun En's pupils shrank, reflecting the starry sky.

It was a deserted and desolate space, with a black hole that was darker than space inside, with no stars outside, and no celestial bodies outside.

It was the ruins of the "black hole" left over from the thunder tribulation war, but from the initial influx of figures to the later ones being deserted.

At this time, outside the black hole, there was endless light and heat, and terrifying flames licked the void, as if they were about to burn the universe!

In the sun, one person sat cross-legged, with a strong aura, but it was Yuan Duxiu.

"Yuan Duxiu..."

Qi Cang also saw the figure in the sky, and his heart felt complicated: "I heard that he has been outside the starry sky for the past eight hundred years, so it is difficult for him..."

The ruins of the former Thunder Tribulation War initially attracted countless people to explore, some to explore the life and death of Yuanyang, and some to seek adventures and inheritance.

But eight hundred years have passed and no one has been paid attention to.

Only Yuan Duxiu has been like eight hundred years, waiting and accumulating before sitting in the black hole, seemingly never giving up, or never giving up.

"The Emperor of the Great Sun?! Yuan Duxiu burned his blood and energy at the extreme. What did he want to do?"

"Eight hundred years have passed, but he still has no choice but to seek out Yuanyang's traces? I wonder what the relationship between the two is, but he is so persistent!"

"Could it be that King Yuanyang is really not dead?"

The sun shook the world!

Eight hundred years have passed, and there are no forces in Dongzhou, and even the nine states and the stars in the world who know Yuan Duxiu.
To be continued...