Top Level Air Fortune, Secretly Trained For Thousands of Years
Dominating the way of heaven, 4 generations of disciples
Thirty-three layers beyond the sky.
Inside Pangu Temple.
Sitting cross-heartedly at the 36th Rank Chaos Qinglian, he looked on in disdain at a man kneeling before him.
This man was wearing a black robe with a disheveled head, and his face was old, his face was as gray as death, and his eyes were sunken.
"Jin Shen, Jin Shen, weren't you so arrogant before? Do you still think I'm an ant?"
Pan Xin asked sarcastically, Jin Shen did not reply, still kneeling.
After Pan Xin was purified, in order to stabilize her, the Saints had to ask Jinshen to come and admit their mistake directly.Although Pan Xin did not mention it, this matter had been suppressed and easily became a disaster.
Jinshen was persecuted by the saints and had to come.
He does not hate the saints, for this is reality!
He used to dominate others, but now only feng shui turned around.
But for the past, he had no regrets.
It's just that Pangu's luck was good, and he won Pangu's legacy.
Looking at Jinshen who did not say anything, Pan Xin suddenly felt bored.
Before he returned, he had thought of at least tens of thousands of ways to deal with the promotion of the gods, but when the promotion gods knelt before him, the hatred in his heart suddenly disappeared.
He knew that Jinshen was not really convinced, but was persecuted by other saints.
He suddenly realized something.
If Jinshen really wanted to kill him, why did he suppress him so many times?
Although Pan Xin thought of this, she did not want to investigate the reason, no matter which saint, she was unable to kill him as long as he was in the heaven realm.
Moreover, he had self-knowledge. He used to have a bad mouth. Except for Xinsheng, almost all the other saints were offended by him. It would be too much trouble to settle the account.
But he couldn't easily get past Jinshen. Then how could he face it?
Pan Xin slowly said: "Jin Shen, do you think you are satisfied with your current position? Do you have any other ideas?"
Jinshen replied: "I want to listen to the arrangement of the saint."
He was not surprised, Pan Xin wanted to cut the position of his Heavenly Dao fruit first, and then kill him after losing the protection of the Heavenly Dao.
"I'd like to support you in sanctification, are you willing?"
Pan Xin's next sentence made Jin Shen suddenly raise his head, with a misheard expression.
But he was a quasi saint, how could he have misheard!
Jin Shen was startled, and only after a long time of returning to his senses did he only say two words: "Why?"
Pan Xin said calmly, "You've been handed over, other than me, with whom else can you speak?"
Jin Shen looked bitter.
Yep.
The saints behind him had given up on him, with whom else could he speak?
Moreover, he had not gained a sacred position with all the saints before, now that the sacred position was in front of him, how could he refuse?
"As the path of heaven becomes stronger, there will be more and more sacred positions. I'd like to support you, not to lie to you, but because I know you. Even though you've targeted me before, you're worried about your behavior and character. , I still agree."
Pan Xin did not lie, Jinshen had always been very humble, never carelessly relying on his identity, if not for the luck of heaven, a living being might not know of his existence.
Jinshen gritted his teeth and said: "The saint is not responsible for the past, it is the truth of the saint. Since that saint is willing to support me, I will naturally not refuse, and I will let that saint send me in the future. "
Pan Xin smiled with satisfaction.
Winning the promotion was only the first step, his real goal was to control the circle of saints, he wanted to dominate the path of heaven!
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There were all kinds of strange characters imprinted on these iron plates, even Han Yu could not recognize them.
This was obtained by Han Yu from the Eternal Earth Realm. It was very difficult even Long Hao could not destroy it. He thought there was a great opportunity in it, so he kept it.
At this moment, a green-robed man quickly entered the hospital.
He kneeled before Han Yu and said: "Our ancestor, the Young Patriarch is fighting against people outside the imperial city. The opponent came fiercely, and the Patriarch went to the holy dojo to listen to his words. Young Patriarch..."
The head of the Han family was not Han Yu, but Han Yu's son, and the young family head was naturally Han Yu's grandson.
Han Yu also took good care of his grandson, especially due to Han Jue's influence, which made him feel very close to the next generation.
Han Yu raised his eyebrows, glanced at him, and was suddenly startled.
"Taiyi Golden Immortal, but that soul exists in the divine realm, strange."
Han Yu was already a Six Profound Spiritual Essence, and could see through spirits.
He asked, "Where did the other party come from?"
The Qingpao man said: "This son has recently made a lot of fame in the immortal world. It is said that he is the reincarnation of Ecuador, and he is very talented. Even though he was the Taiyi Golden Immortal, he had killed quite a few people. immortal emperors."
Han Yu raised his hand and grabbed it, and an ordinary man fell in front of him.
This ordinary person had a cold face, powerful energy and blood, and exuded a ferocious aura. He struggled, but the mana of the Six Profound Spiritual Essences was not something that his Taiyi Golden Immortal could release.
Han Yu waved his hand to signal the man in the cheongsam to leave, and then set his gaze on the ordinary man.
Seeing that the opponent of the Young Patriarch had given up, the man in Qingpao heaved a sigh of relief and immediately left.
"Who are you?"
Seeing that he could not break free, the commoner asked in a deep voice.
Han Yu said, "I am Han Yu from the Han family. The cause and effect between you and my grandson is big or small, and small is not small. You cannot fight to live and die. Let it. How about I accept you as a student?"
Han Yu's!
Ordinary people moved. He naturally heard this name. In the Human Race, Han Yu was comparable to a human emperor, and was Li Daokong's only holy disciple!
An ordinary man said solemnly: "This is the way of a holy disciple? Want to intervene in the affairs of the younger generation?"
Han Yu shook his head and said: "If the matter continues and you kill my grandson, the Han family will definitely chase after you, and even affect the conflict between the human race and the Ecuadorian race. The Ecuadorian race is very low - the key after entering the Heavenly Dao. You hope this will cause chaos. ?"
Ordinary people were speechless, this hat was really quite large.
“I have not received an internship, this is not to resolve the conflict.” Han Yu continued.
The ordinary person was a little excited.
He came to the Dao of Heaven, only to prove the Dao, he wanted to find the true method of the Dao.
He hated his mother's method of proof, what he wanted to go on was an endless path to become stronger.
Maybe this is his chance!
To the saint Li Daokong~www.mtlnovel.com~, he had naturally heard that in the last calamity, he was almost the strongest existence under the saint, and then he worshipped an immeasurable meritorious god under the mighty heavenly holy gate, and attained the status of a saint.
After entering Han Yumen, he had the opportunity to make contact with Li Daokong, and when he made contact with Li Daeokong, he had the opportunity to make contact with Li Daokong, he had hopes of coming into contact with the immeasurable God of the Hidden Door.
She was full of confidence in her talent, and she needed to find a great supporter, who was ultimately stronger than her mother!
The second guard of the Hidden Gate recruited disciples outside Baiyue Xianchuan. Ordinary people asked about it, but he lost interest when he was just a named disciple.
If you start with a registered disciple, it will be far away from the ruler of the Hidden Gate.
If you become Han Yu's disciple, you are only three generations away from the hidden gate master.
The ruler of the hidden gate, Li Daokong, Han Yu, and then him, he was four generations of disciples!
Between those flashes, ordinary people thought of many things.
He raised his eyes to look at Han Yu, and said, "Murid Tianyong, respect Master!"