After being brought into the Tower of Time by Xiao Ye, everyone felt the heavy trust. While grateful, they also cherished the opportunity in front of them.
Especially Taixu and Jiang Kong.
The two bear Qinghao's immortal inheritance, but they are still holy masters, so it is difficult for them to help Xiao Ye. After all, the time given to them is too short and they have no time to grow up.
"Master, we must live up to expectations!"
Taixu and Jiang Kong both sat cross-legged on the fifth floor of the Tower of Time, their bodies lit up with vast holy light, and the chanting of ancient Bibles resounded, as if the gods and Buddhas in the sky were singing, extremely
amazing.
This is the immortal Bible created by leader Qinghao during countless battles and killings. It is like a supreme holy path that can reach the peak of the holy level.
Leader Qinghao asked Taixu and Jiang Kong to hold five points each, and at this moment, they activated them together, and they actually had the effect of mutual amplification.
Xiao Ye was not stingy and gave the rare holy treasures obtained from hunting the alien holy master to the two of them to help them break through.
On the fifth floor of the Tower of Time, the one with the most alarming movement in cultivation was Xiao Bai.
Boom!
He transformed into his true form, and there was an earth-shattering surge of blood in his huge body. The six top bloodlines perfectly blended together and escaped, turning into a tall demonic figure, standing behind him.
As for Xiaobai's parents, as well as Xuan Xiao, they have also entered a state of cultivation.
Xiao Ye looked at this scene and smiled slightly.
Among these people, Xiaobai, Taixu and Jiang Kong have the greatest potential, followed by Xuan Xiao. As long as there is enough time, his strength can be improved quickly.
As for Xiaobai's parents, they are already comparable to super-powerful true heavenly saints. If they want to make another breakthrough, in addition to time, they also need opportunities.
"I'm afraid this retreat will be the longest I have ever taken since I entered martial arts."
"But this may also be a good thing for me." Xiao Ye thought to himself.
Since entering the Three Thousand Realm, he has fought for himself, his relatives, and his race. He has been burdened with a lot of pressure. It is difficult to have such an opportunity to practice quietly and not care about worldly affairs.
Immediately afterwards, Xiao Ye sat cross-legged, completely relaxed his body and mind, and silently recited the mantra Bible.
Ancient characters emerged in the void one by one, like flowing clear springs, washing Xiao Ye's heart, making his mind gradually clearer, and all distracting thoughts disappeared little by little.
And because he cursed the Bible, he had an illusion.
It seems that after countless epochs, he has reached the pinnacle of independence, the world is vast, there are several earthen graves, the world is vast, the enemy is ashes, the beauty is gone, the old friends and the entire human race have been destroyed in the years.
He vaguely saw a golden mask that was broken and stained with red blood. As for Xuanyuan, the founder of the human temple, he had turned into a red and pink skeleton.
"This is the picture produced by the mantra Bible. Will it come true?"
This feeling was very bad, it made his heart throb, and he felt the desolation of eternity. He wished he could raise his head to the sky and roar, shatter this desolation of eternity, and usher in the prosperity of the world.
Buzz!
At this moment, Xiao Ye's body trembled, and the Nine Meridians Holy Path lit up at the same time like nine shining stars, merging with the endless energy in his body.
In fact, Xiao Ye has understood enough and has already been able to achieve the transformation of the Nine Meridians Sacred Path. Now it seems that it is a matter of course to launch an attack on the next realm.
At this moment, his whole body was glowing, his spirit, energy and spirit were unified. The body of the Holy Son was filled with radiance, and his endless potential was being released.
"When I reach the realm of Great Heaven, I don't know how much my strength will improve!"
Feeling the power of the Holy Lord, the Holy Knowledge, and the power of the soul growing rapidly, Xiao Ye clenched his fists and was quite excited.
He could already feel that he was about to break through, but he never expected it to be so fast.
…
Time flies, and two hundred years have passed by in the blink of an eye.
For the Three Thousand Realms, these two hundred years can be recorded in the history of the era.
The impact of the Era of Reincarnation has reached a fever pitch, with top races participating one after another. Powerful men have appeared all over the world, and many of the true heavenly powerhouses who stand at the pinnacle of the race have fallen.
And what caused all of this was the human race's Immortal Tomb.
The six first-generation saints of the human race joined forces to allow only entrance and no exit to the Xianling Tomb. While hunting the alien saints, they also left a glimmer of hope, just to attract an opponent worthy of a fight.
This move naturally angered many races.
They all sent a super strong lineup to the Xianling Mountains to attack them.
But the strength of the six first-generation saint sons was too terrifying, and most of the powerful races were destroyed in their hands. Over the past two hundred years, Xianling became more and more precarious, everyone was in danger, and it turned into a tragic battlefield. Everyone could foresee it.
, there will be the most terrifying collision.
Human Race, Immortal Tomb.
On top of an empty tomb that looked like it had been cut away, a young man exuding a vicissitudes of life was sitting quietly here. He had double pupils, and there were supreme runes flowing between them, as if the entire Immortal Tomb was under his detection.
He is Ao Chunqiu.
Compared to two hundred years ago, he had a richer smell of blood and the blood of the alien Holy Lord that had not dried up.
"Where is the Holy Son of the First Emperor hiding?"
At this moment, Ao Chunqiu's eyes flashed with cold light.
In the past two hundred years, outsiders were shocked by how these six first-generation saint sons killed many holy masters of foreign races and created brilliant achievements.
Little did they know that the six first-generation saint sons had been tracking Xiao Ye's traces, but the other party seemed to have disappeared from the world without a trace.
They kept silent because this was completely a matter of face.
After all, once the news spreads, they will lose face.
"It's been two hundred years. I've made deductions with the Supreme Eye Technique and searched the entire Immortal Tomb, but I haven't found any trace of Xiao Ye. He must have a treasure that I don't know about."
As soon as he thought of this, Ao Chunqiu's heart, which had long been dead in the endless passage of time, began to beat violently again.
If the previous pursuit of Xiao Ye was because he was slightly interested in the inheritance of Holy Lord Qinghao, then now, he is purely chasing the treasure that Xiao Ye may possess.
"Haha, I thought that the ancient Shuangpu Clan's pupil technique was so powerful, but after so many years, I can't even find anyone."
At this moment, a chuckle suddenly came from beside him, making Ao Chunqiu frown.
At some point, a man appeared.
His facial features are hazy, like rippling water, and he has the appearance of all living beings, like the Lord of the universe, with an aura respected by all races.
"Jun Gen, you finally showed up. I thought you had lost interest in that body."
"However, since you laugh at my useless eye skills, why don't you go find the Supreme Saint Son." Ao Chunqiu's expression returned to normal and he said.
They are both the first generation of saint sons, so they are too familiar with each other.
"You six are too useless, that's why I'm here."
Jun Gen glanced at the other party and said calmly.
