Chapter 273 The white crow appears at the end of the Soul River
That guy was separated from his own body, and his talented bloodline was not as good as his own, but according to Zhetian's trajectory, after a long period of time, he would be promoted to a powerful person in the Immortal King realm, so it shouldn't be a big problem.
It is not impossible to even go one step further and enter the realm of the Quasi-Immortal Emperor. Coupled with the many back-ups he left behind in the Zhetian World, Yaochi Shenzi wants to avoid the Dark Tribulation of the Era and cross over to the Holy Ruins Era.
It’s also completely feasible.
But now, the current trajectory of the Holy Ruins has not changed much. Just like the original plot, going down the river, none of the old friends Jiang Yan valued in the past appeared again.
"What exactly is the problem? Why is this happening? Mingming Duan De, Big Black Dog, Jiu Daoyi... these old guys have all met before." Jiang Yan looked thoughtful, and at this time he thought
I was also touched and tried my best to explore and deduce.
It's a pity that he still failed to succeed. Even now, his combat power can crush the Immortal King giant-level existence, and he can even cross the long river of time with his own strength. However, he wants to explore the years associated with the legendary emperor several epochs ago.
, it’s still too difficult.
At the same time, the big bald Huahua was also muttering in his heart, feeling that something was wrong. Of course, what he was thinking and worrying was not like Jiang Yan. He was really worried about a certain elder.
"Eh, that's not right. In such a turbulent world, Uncle Black Emperor's form and style will definitely not stand idly by. Moreover, it is attacking the home base of a peerless enemy like Soul River. How come it still appears!?"
"Could it be that Uncle Chengbai really died late? It should be. According to its virtues and methods, even you survived. Is it possible that it died so early?"
"Besides, today's battle at the Soul River is led by the legendary villain himself. For such a small event, even Senior Uncle Duan De is here. Senior Uncle Baihuang has reason to come." Huahua's figure also appeared.
Behind the Soul River battlefield, I glanced at the figure of the leader, Jiang Yan, and muttered.
"Hmph, even if everyone was dead that day, this dead dog would probably live a miserable life. If we talk about your ability to save your life and run away, I'm afraid even the Eight Heavenly Emperors have this ability.
A dead dog is very powerful, God knows that guy is hiding in the dark, gearing up, and is preparing to pick up the pieces and make a small profit!"
The weaklings gathered together, with such a lineup, even an old antique like Bai Ya who had lived for a long time would feel numb!
It was obviously the aura of someone who had passed the Immortal King Realm, but it carried an inexplicable and tangible pressure that made some old Immortal Kings tremble.
Si Daoyi and the eight old brothers from Shicun who arrived at the same time all murmured for a while. The Yingjies who were rumored to be old friends from the time of the Eight Heavenly Emperors are really weirder than the last. It is hard to imagine how glorious and brilliant this person is.
Little century!
Xiaomei looked like he was ready to take action at any time, but in normal times, Fatty Carrion would never have had the confidence and courage to do so.
It was a mere good-natured fat man, and it took it too seriously, but the key point was that there were too few helpers around Fatty Duan now.
Facing the mysterious White Crow at the end of the Soul River, who seemed to have no power behind him, Fatty Duan was not timid at all. Instead, he looked quite weak and directly attacked the White Crow.
"Humph, even if he doesn't have any discernment, all those years ago, you old acquaintances were in Linhun River, and he just came out to deal with a big white crow. Doesn't he look down on you too much?
"The fat man with the rotten corpse was holding a pickaxe in one hand and a shovel in the other. His eyes were staring at the white crow behind him, and his tone became more and more kind.
At that time, the rotten corpses also arrived, and they slapped Huahua's little bald head with a slap, making a clanging sound and a bad breath.
"His virtuous fat man..." Seeing Fatty Duan's menacing attitude, Bai Yao became a little frightened.
In an instant, a blazing light emerged and spread from the end of the Soul River. A white figure bathed in sacred light descended behind the small army of the heavens. It was a white crow with snow-white feathers and a mysterious aura.
Although my main soul memory is small, with this fragmented soul light memory, I quickly analyzed the situation and style of this dead dog. This is a top-notch dead dog with a whiter belly and more good manners than me.
Dog, how could his voice suddenly become cold?
Rumble! At that moment, from the depths of the Soul River, a terrifying breath of soul light energy was transmitted. Billions of waves of the Soul River surged with such overwhelming momentum that the top weaklings in the small armies in the sky were shocked.
Changed and felt a weak sense of oppression.
Many years and epochs later, before the most brutal and darkest imperial war in the world, all the glorious legends of the Eight Heavenly Emperors were ended. During this period, all the Heavenly Emperors collapsed and fell into pieces, with numerous casualties and withering away. Fatty Duan
Same thing.
"Humph, you damn duck, are you finally willing to give up? He is such a cheap man, why did he ask me to come out to greet our fellow men!"
Although its words were hot at this time, they were filled with an inexplicable sense of anxiety and urgency. Especially when I noticed the last figure of Fang Jiangyan, the body of the white crow was trembling in a controlled manner.
A few times.
The white crow flew out from the end of the Soul River and landed under a ruined palace on a reef beside the Soul River. His eyes scanned the weak troops.
When Bai Ya finished speaking, before Jiang Yan could open his mouth, Fatty Zhi couldn't hold back and went into a rage.
"At the end of the Soul River, there are no living beings. I would like to advise you all to stop fighting here. Otherwise, the world will be turned upside down and the world will be stained with blood!"
"It's him... this good Taoist priest from the past, is actually still dead!?" Looking at the corpse figure, Bai Ya didn't seem suspicious, but soon two frightening beams of light shot out from his eyes,
Staring at the rotten fat man, I sensed a strange aura from the former's soul light energy. In the past, I had given it the aura of a small enemy that I hated and hated so much!
Obviously, the white crow is not familiar with Jiang Yan, or in other words, after many years and epochs, its Soul River lineage has had some interactions or small battles with Jiang Yan, so it is not familiar with that ordinary existence.
Speaking of it, even these dormant existences in front of it are always fearful and peaceful.
Dragging his rotten and dilapidated body, holding on to his last breath, struggling and suffering in the years, but now it is the same as in the past. The reappearance of Jin Si's old friend made Fatty Duan instantly lose his confidence and his back was hard.
Already.
The number one mountain, Si Daoyi, who is still holding a tattered war spear and carrying the Sky Burial Map, as well as a few old brothers in Shicun, are not as good as this old man who seems to be ordinary but does not have the aura of Time Trail.
There is a demon Buddha Huahua with a shiny bald head and a murderous aura. From under the latter, I even smelled a trace of the aura of this peerless and enemy Emperor of the past...
If so, in the early days of Xiaoyang, when the heavens were fighting in the dark, our Soul River lineage would also have spent such a small amount of effort and knowledge, participating and retreating, in order to continuously test its depth and reality.