The heavenly tribulation has passed, and the Nine-headed Emperor disappeared. Zhaoming stood still, staring at the distance with his eyes, as if he had traveled through time and space, and had seen millions of years ago.

The great demon emperor emerged like a strange army, unified the demon clan, conquered the demon ancestor, swept across the vast continent, and made the immortal clan surrender.

Holding the vastness in your hand, howling the sky, swallowing the world, establishing a prosperous era of the demon clan, no other era can compare to.

The power that can change the color of the wind and clouds when raising your hand, and the shaking of your feet will make the world tremble. Zhaoming admires him and wishes he could follow him, even if he was just a small man who was shaking the flag and shouting.

I was stunned to remember everything around me. Even though I successfully advanced, the fire attribute true qi in my body began to undergo a huge change, and the roasted meat body was in great pain. But Zhaoming no longer broke through and went crazy once again.

"This guy really has to survive!" Sun Jiuyang whispered not far away: "At the same level, even the Nine-headed Emperor's Nine Chapter Treasure can resist. The stinky brat's body is so perverted that it is very serious. Unfortunately, that damn skill requires breaking the golden elixir to practice, otherwise I will be able to fight against the heavenly tribulation in the future."

"Do you really think it's so easy?" The man like a porcupine smiled: "You'd better ask him how he practiced, it's not too late to draw a conclusion."

But Sun Jiuyang suddenly thought of something, rubbed his hands and said with a smile: "Uncle Master, I know two extraordinary skills, how about it? How about using them to exchange something with you?"

The man like a porcupine said lightly: "I can't practice the furnace body**, I can't practice it, I can do the magic of the Stern!"

"Ah!" Sun Jiuyang was stunned, laughed dryly for a few more times, and then stopped talking.

After remembering and coming to his senses, Zhaoming turned his head and looked at Sun Jiuyang and a porcupine-like man on one side, and was about to fly over. Suddenly, a "boom" sounded loudly. The water flowed like a rush, as if the mountains collapsed and the sea fell from the sky, and huge pressure surged over again.

The power of Guixu has always existed, but it was temporarily transformed because of the influence of the previous heavenly tribulation. At this moment, the heavenly tribulation disappeared, and many factors also disappeared. Guixu returned to normal again.

Even Zhao Ming was already a holy weapon, but he could not resist such a huge pressure. In a hurry, he was about to sacrifice the twelfth grade fire lotus again. Suddenly, the man like a porcupine was blowing and a true energy surged, blocking the power of Guixu. He saw the world spinning again, and the whole world was like a vortex circling.

By the time everything stopped, the few people had already arrived outside Guixu.

The whirlpools and torrents are gone. The sky is high and the sea is wide, the blue sky is shining in the sky, everything is as fresh as it makes Zhaoming feel like he is a different world and reborn.

Looking at the man like a porcupine in front of him again, Zhaoming couldn't help but feel shocked.

This should be the unscrupulous old man Sun Jiuyang mentioned, his uncle. His own heavenly tribulation is strange. It is different from others, but this person can predict what the subsequent heavenly tribulation will be like after just a glance.

Moreover, it is difficult for the Immortal King to enter in a place like Guixu, but this person lives here and can enter and exit at will. With such ability, it is probably difficult to find a second one.

"I have seen you, thank you for being a senior!" Zhaoming bowed to the man like a porcupine.

The man looked at Zhaoming motionless, and after a long time he sighed: "You... are very good, at least you didn't embarrass this."

Zhaoming was stunned and couldn't understand the reason. He quickly realized that he should have looked like Pangu's face.

"Uncle Master, I brought this person here, look..." Sun Jiuyang said with a smile on the side.

However, before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by a porcupine-like man: "Don't talk nonsense, bring someone to me for no reason, it's good that I haven't settled the score with you."

"I don't think you are eager to bring someone here to show you? How can you not miss me?" Sun Jiuyang looked aggrieved.

The man like a porcupine took out a long whip and whipped it directly for Sun Jiuyang: "Who told you to come? If the people from the Five Mountains knew that I was hiding in Guixu, I would let me steal Huang Zhongli, can you afford it?"

It is just that everything defeats something. No one is convinced by someone like Sun Jiuyang, but in front of this person it seems like he is hitting his grandson, and he will beat him as soon as he says he is. I don’t know if it should be said that Sun Jiuyang has a weird temper or whether this old man is unreasonable.

He was screaming by the long whip, and Sun Jiuyang shouted loudly: "Who can stop what you like? Besides, it's not good to live in Guixu, so I have to be in trouble every time I go in."

"What's wrong with Guixu? No one can find it when you live here! We old guys are afraid of death and dare not come out to make trouble. So are you, be careful when speaking and doing things. Many things seem to be nothing now, but who knows what will be involved in the future."

While speaking, a man like a porcupine looked at Guixu Wushan. The battle there was over. Relying on the innate formation of Guixu Wushan, the monks here won the battle, and the people of Longbo had retreated.

A large number of monks were cleaning the battlefield and not seeing a body that was ten thousand meters high. The people of Longbo should have no casualties, which made Zhaoming feel a little relieved.

However, what the man like a porcupine said was like a stone pressing on his heart. Could something else happen?

Sun Jiuyang seemed to have thought of something and said dejectedly: "Hey, I don't think about it either. My master said, how can I be born if I don't enter the world? I am not strong enough. Only by experiencing the whole world with my heart can I take two steps further. I didn't think about it very much, but I was driven out by my master."

"Then don't care about me. In short, don't disturb me if you're okay, otherwise you will suck you!" The man like a porcupine snorted, whipped Sun Jiuyang again, then turned around and disappeared in an instant.

The long whip is naturally extraordinary. Even though he controlled the strength, Sun Jiuyang still whispered, and cursed in a low voice: "This damn old man, curse you that you will never see your disciple. Oh, it hurts so much."

"Senior, this person is..." Zhaoming asked.

A man like a porcupine acts strangely. After saying a word, he treats him like air, which makes Zhaoming feel resentful. But seeing that Sun Jiuyang is as honest as a rabbit in front of him, he naturally dare not say anything more.

"He is an unscrupulous old man who has no disciples want!" Sun Jiuyang said gritting his teeth.

As soon as he finished speaking, a ray of lightning struck out of thin air, causing his limbs to become stiff and he almost fainted.

"Uncle Master, I was wrong!" Sun Jiuyang shouted, raised his legs and ran away. At this time, the sky was clear, and the lightning was probably caused by the man like a porcupine.

After running out for a long time, until the Five Mountains of Guixu disappeared, Sun Jiuyang turned around and pointed at Guixu and cursed loudly: "Stinky old man, you deserve no disciple."

"Boom!" Another ray of lightning was lightning. This time it was even more powerful. Sun Jiuyang's hair was upside down, and his whole body was smoking. His eyes flashed with blank space. It took him a while to recover.

"Oh my god!"

Without saying a word, he ran away again until he felt far enough and stopped, but this time he didn't dare to scold anything again.

"Senior, you are really..." Zhao Ming caught up and shook his head and smiled.

Both of them were like children, making people laugh.

"Don't laugh, you have never tried this old man's method, otherwise you will be able to cry." Sun Jiuyang snorted coldly.

Zhaoming stopped smiling and asked seriously: "Senior, please forgive me for asking, you should be seeing him when you bring me here, but I don't know him at all. What's the use of seeing him?"

Could it be that Sun Jiuyang is the one who does such boring things, but nothing happened after meeting.

"Hey!" Sun Jiuyang sighed: "Didn't I see that he thinks so well about his disciples? So I brought you here and wanted him to accept you as his disciple. I would also benefit from some benefits, but I didn't expect that he didn't mean that at all."

"Advisor? Why did you want me to be his apprentice? There are countless famous teachers in the world. Don't say that I don't want to become a master or an apprentice. Even if I really want to become a master, there is no need to find him!"

Zhaoming was a little unhappy. When Sun Jiuyang said this, he always felt that he was traveling thousands of miles to beg others. More importantly, he was left aside and ignored him. It was too embarrassing.

"Hmph!" Sun Jiuyang smiled: "That's not what he said. Although this old man acts strangely... Of course, it's much more normal now, but his strength is really among the best in the world. And putting aside himself, the disciples he taught were amazing, and everyone in the world knew it."

"Who is his disciple? Emperor Wa, or the Taoist of the Three Purity?" Zhaoming asked.

Sun Jiuyang smiled and said, "Where is a ghost in Sanqing? He has taken two disciples in his life. One is Pangu and the other is Hongjun!"

Two disciples, one is called Pangu and the other is called Hongjun.

Zhaoming only felt the "buzzing" in his head for a while, and he couldn't come back to his senses for a long time. After a long time, he exclaimed: "He is Wuliang Heavenly Lord!"

Hongjun has a master, and many people in the world know it. In the past, when he was in harmony with the Tao, he had sent a message to the world. He was the ancestor of Taoism and Wuliang Tianzun was the Taoist master. In the future, Taoist disciples would need to recite the Taoist name of Wuliang Tianzun. However, after Hongjun merged with the Tao, he never appeared again, and there was no inheritance left behind, so no one recited it today.

But the name of Wuliang Tianzun was still remembered by many people, but he never expected that he was not only the Taoist ancestor, but also the Pangu master. No wonder Sun Jiuyang was so honest in front of him.

"Call him unscrupulous Heavenly Lord!" Sun Jiuyang hummed and used his true energy to scroll Zhaoming: "Let's go, the old man doesn't accept you, let him continue to be lonely. We will return to the prehistoric continent, where are you going, I'll send you a ride."

"Colosseum!" Zhaoming said hurriedly.

"Okay, you have reached the Taiyi Jinxian realm, I will help you find a way to save people. I want to go through the Daluo Jinxian realm. Do you really think there is no one in the Witch Clan?" Sun Jiuyang immediately rejected.

"Then...then..." Zhaoming thought for a while: "Then go to Qinghuo Island!"

I haven't seen Shura for a long time, and it's time to go back and take a look.

"Okay, just Qinghuo Island!"
Chapter completed!