Top Level Air Fortune, Secretly Trained For Thousands of Years
Strange palms, 20,000 years old
It's a thousand years after Jing Tian Gong left.
While cultivating, Han Jue cursed the saint life machine while checking his email.
The content of the email is still mostly of various opportunities, which makes it boring.
It has been a long time since I saw the screen of "Encountered Assault", Han Jue is really uncomfortable.
It seemed that for a long time, the fairy world would be peaceful.
Han Jue thought it was good, just giving them time to develop.
The cultivation level of the disciples of the Hidden Sect is constantly increasing, and no one is standing still, I must say that the Jiyuan Road is so full of powerful phenomena that it is truly extraordinary, and all students can gain insight from it. .
Han Jue realized one thing, in order to reach Dadao level, talent was not that important, and more importantly was conformity and understanding.
Today.
The sword of enlightenment came to visit Han Jue.
He was already a Nine-Turning Immortal Emperor, and he was only a step away from the God Realm. He hoped Han Jue could help him.
Han Jue began preaching for himself, focusing on the realm of God.
Twenty years later, Wu Dao Jian left feeling.
One hundred and thirty-nine years later, the enlightenment sword had managed to reach the mysterious essence.
There were more and more disciples of the gods in the hidden door.
The entire gate was hidden in a developing state.
The innate beings at the bottom also began to focus on cultivation. The number of innate beings around Baiyue Xianchuan was still increasing, but since Gu Zhuoyin had planted here, there were no powerful enemies to penetrate.
rumbles
Near Baiyue Xianchuan, the earth shook, frightening many innate creatures and beasts.
I saw huge fingers coming out from the ground, and soon, the entire palm stood on the ground, which was larger than a mountain, and the fingertips soared into the clouds.
The palm of this hand was filled with bloodstains, dense, shocking, and his fingers looked extremely stiff.
Under the hibiscus tree, Jiang Yiyao looked at his palm and could not help frowning, and muttered: "Where do you see that hand."
The black prison chicken calmly said: "Thousands of years ago, wasn't that a stump from heaven? It is thought that a mighty man is counting. As long as it doesn't show up at Baiyue Xianchuan, we don't have any worries."
Jiang Yi glanced at him, pretending to be cold.
Creatures everywhere in Baiyue Xianchuan were talking about that palm.
Inside the Taoist Temple.
Han Jue's expression was strange.
This palm ...
zutu's hand!
His breathing was exactly the same, only more evil!
Could it be that after the death of the ancestor, his body was taken by the saint?
Zutu was the strongest person in the early stages of the disaster, and he died because of Han Jue. Now that his palm had appeared near the dojo, Han Jue was somehow nervous.
"I wonder why this palm appeared near the dojo?"
Han Jue thought to himself.
[It needs to reduce 2 billion years of life, whether to continue]
continuing on!
Writing by Emperor Xiao】
Han Jue frowned, it was really him.
The one who spread the stump to the immortal world was Emperor Xiao.
This person was one of the ancestors of the demon race, with the support of the demon ancestor behind him, and he was ambitious.
Emperor Xiao Xiao noticed Han Jue, probably because he looked at each other.
Han must have had a premonition that next time the Demon Race would return in immeasurable disaster.
Han Jue thought about it, and decided to ignore it for now.
Let the palm chase away the surrounding creatures and restore Baiyue Xianchuan's peace.
Even if Emperor Xiao came alone, it was impossible to break through the defense of the dojo.
Zutu's palm absorbed infinite karma and hatred, and the breath of bad luck that emanated made the creature uneasy.
A few years later, some creatures could not contain it and fled here.
This was what Han Jue meant.
Han Jue only then understood.
It turned out that Emperor Xiao wanted to limit the development of the Innate beings.
Since this wasn't just for Han Jue, then he didn't have to worry about it.
therehewas.
Another seven hundred years have passed.
Baiyue Xianchuan ushered in a large number of monks, all of these monks rushed towards the ancestral palm, setting up a formation, with fanfare.
This scene attracted the attention of the hidden disciples.
"Cut to teach the student."
Long Hao recognized the Taoist robe worn by those disciples and exclaimed.
Leader Jiejiao had been here before, but this time there were so many disciples. What do you want to do?
The others also looked at the disciples.
Han Jue at the Taoist Temple was also watching.
A few days later, Jiejiao's disciples surrounded the ancestor's palm and began to activate the formation. A formation appeared. There was a golden key around the ancestor's palm, black flames lit up, and a strange red air infiltrated the ancestor's palm. Thousands of Ming Jie taught his students to cast spells continuously.
The golden roullet appeared high up in the sky, like a superposition of dozens of golden circles, with faintly mysterious words shining, majestic and majestic.
Zutu's palm trembled violently, as if he was struggling.
Booms!
A strange power suddenly erupted, visible to the naked eye, sweeping across the disciples.
Immediately after, the disciples in the front row instantly petrified and turned into flying ashes.
This scene scared the other disciples to avoid.
Zutu's palm suddenly clenched, and strong winds swept out in all directions, destroying all the formations in the surroundings.
The other disciples seemed to have been hit hard and fell down one after another, hitting mountains and rivers. They saw that they withered and turned into corpses at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Silent world.
The hidden disciples were surprised, this palm was so powerful?
Rao was the Supreme Daoist, Da Luo Jinxian could not help but frown.
Han Jue saw that these palms already had almost pseudo-strength, and these disciples were the strongest and the only immortal emperors, how could they give up?
"Why did Sedum let them die?"
Han never knew.
As everyone knew, it was not Jing Tiangong who sent them to death, but the entire Jiu Jiao conquered corpses everywhere. This group of disciples had their own ideas, so they came.
After the teaching disciple fell, Zutu slowly released his palm, looking from a height, as if a giant was buried alive here.
The hidden disciples of this warlord were frightened, but Han Jue did not say anything, so they did not worry, but every time they saw Zutu's palm, they always felt hairy.
Time keeps passing.
more than thirty years later.
[Detecting that you are over 20,000 years old, you have the following options]
[Satu~www.mtlnovel.com~ be born soon, clean the robbed body, get unscrupulous reward, a piece of road fragment, and a piece of heavenly stone]
Second, a simple exercise, no cause and effect in the world, you can get a piece of path fragment, a piece of heavenly spirit stone】
Han Jue opened his eyes suddenly, his eyes lit up.
who will come!
It's coming!
Heavenly Lingshi Dao!
it deserves to be an achievement prize for 20,000 years of age!
The Book of Doom can be improved!
Han Jue thought happily, he seemed to have seen the death of a life saint.
He did not hesitate to choose the second option.
The Book of Doom is already a Da Luo treasure, and if you raise one level, it must be a great level!
Han Jue immediately took out the doom book and the heavenly spirit stone, and began to merge.
I don't know if that magic weapon has a quasi-sage level, otherwise, it would instantly become a heaven-step magical weapon, its curse power ...
Han Jue did not dare to think deeply!