Chapter 350 The birth of ancient clans combined into one
Looking back at the holy cliff, the howl of the immortal Taoist still echoed in it, but under the suppression of Wu Shi Emperor's list of gods, he could never come out...
"As soon as the Road to Immortality opens, it's time to lay the roadbed..." Hao Jian murmured to himself.
"Chirp..." A high-pitched voice came from his arms. It was the purple little Ji Xu, staring at Hao Jian with his two big eyes flickering, "Chirp... Chirp..."
"Damn it! You're so hungry again... If you follow me, you'll be blessed, but I'll be miserable! Do you know what will happen to your little friends?"
Xiao Ji Xu: "Chirp, chirp, chirp..."
Hao Jian had no choice but to take out a small peach.
The moment he saw Xiao Tao, Xiao Jixu's eyes lit up, he let out a low growl, "Ouch" and bit the peach in one bite, his whole body hanging directly on the peach.
"What kind of family can afford to support a prodigal like you..."
"Fortunately, our family has planted a peach orchard! Don't panic..."
Just as he was talking, Xiao Jixu had already devoured a whole small flat peach, and the surging life essence melted away, causing him to yawn immediately.
"Chirp..."
After calling out again, it immediately turned into a purple light, got into Hao Jian's bun and went to sleep.
"Other people's Xiaoxiuxu sells Q coins. How come I'm like a pig? I eat when I wake up, and I fall asleep after eating..."
"System, are you here?"
The system's voice came, "I'm here."
"Inside, look at the system. As for the host, I am... known as the master of both swords and swords, but now I only have the Feathered Sword, and I still need a sword that I can use! How about you sponsor one?" Hao Jian said with a shy face.
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The system said calmly: "It's hard for a clever woman to make a meal without rice! This system can help the host refine a knife, but it needs the host to get the materials first... If the host can find the imperial weapon-level Wushang Immortal material, and then combine it with some special auxiliary materials,
This system will refine a magical sword for the host that is not inferior to the feathered one."
There are not many others in the Zhetian Realm, but the Great Emperor really has a lot of talent.
If you want to ask where it is easiest to find magical materials, it is naturally the Taichu Ancient Mine!
The Taichu Ancient Mine is the place where the Divine Source is produced. There must be a large amount of Emperor Divine Materials in the Divine Source in the core area, but the problem is that there are too many Supremes in the Taichu Ancient Mine...
The Corpse Emperor, the Ancient Qilin Emperor, the Ten Thousand Dragon Emperor...
"Before you don't have the strength to achieve enlightenment in an alternative way, the risk of entering the Taichu Ancient Mine is a bit high... It seems that we can only think about it in the long term..."
Thinking in his mind, Hao Jian returned to the land of transformation in Zhongzhou where the suspected quasi-emperor existed and began to retreat.
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Time flies by like a white horse, and in the blink of an eye, ancient tribes begin to appear!
Valley of the Spirits.
The valley is full of life, but the mountains outside are barren of grass. However, overnight, the land is covered with greenery, spreading thousands of miles, and it has become a source of life.
The Valley of the Spirits even said that whoever can bring the head of the holy body to the Holy Spirit Valley will always be a guest of the Valley of the Spirits. If Ye Fan does not come to the Valley of the Spirits to receive his death, they will kill all the wealthy Ye clan in the Eastern Wasteland within three months.
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Strong and domineering!
And this is just one of the ancient races. There are more terrifying races that have been born one after another, and they are all under the control of the ancient ancestor king!
What this brought about was a storm that swept through Beidou. Everyone was in danger, and even some powerful families took refuge in the ancient clans.
Under such pressure, the previously lively Holy Lands and Ancient Families fell into silence...
Dark turmoil is coming, and what they are now thinking about is no longer prosperity, but how to survive!
"Ancestor God King, please save my big brother!"
From the Jiang family, little Tingting begged the God King in white in front of her with tears in her eyes.
As soon as she heard about the pursuit of Ye Fan in the Valley of the Gods, she immediately came to beg the God King.
Jiang Taixu lovingly pulled up Xiao Tingting and said with a smile: "Don't worry, I won't just sit idly by and ignore you!"
"Ancestor is the best!" Xiao Tingting felt relieved. In her mind, the God King is omnipotent!
After comforting Xiao Tingting for a while, Jiang Taixu's expression gradually became serious.
"Old Ancestor, there are so many ancestors and kings of the ancient clans that they are invincible... You can't take risks for the sake of the Holy Body!" An elder from the Jiang family came to advise.
Jiang Taixu glanced at the clan elder and said calmly: "So? What do you want to say?"
"The ancient clans are born, and dark chaos is imminent. If the Jiang family helps the Holy Body, they will be the target of public criticism! Even if the emperor's soldiers suppress it, it will be difficult for them to defeat four hands..."
Jiang Taixu said coldly: "So you want me to let the Holy Body be killed by the ancient tribes?"
"Ancestor...the overall situation is the most important thing!" Jiang family members urged.
"Fart! It's pure fart! And it stinks!" Jiang Yi rushed in, pointed at the clan elders and cursed, "Ancestor, don't let this wind blow! Today they can kill the Holy Body, but tomorrow they will dare to massacre the human race.
Dare to sweep our Jiang family into a storm..."
"That's nonsense! If there is a divine furnace to suppress the Jiang family, which ancient ancestor would dare to come?" A clan elder retorted.
"We have the Divine Furnace, but the ancient tribes don't have the ancient imperial soldiers? We are short-sighted! Our ancestors must unite with the Holy Land of the Human Race to fight against the ancient tribes!" Jiang Yi said loudly.
Jiang Taixu nodded approvingly, "Don't say that the Holy Body has friendship with me. Even without this friendship, it cannot help the ancient clans to dominate!"
"Ancestor... think twice!"
Jiang Taixu said in a deep voice: "I have made up my mind!"
After everyone in the Jiang family dispersed, Jiang Taixu's eyes showed a bit of determination, and he immediately left the Jiang family.
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Purple Mountain.
The long sound of the bell has rippled through the ages, shaken the past and present, and resounds throughout the earth.
As soon as the bell sounded, the whole world was in awe.
It is like a ray of divine light from the beginning, cutting through the vast land, making all living beings, including all the ancient tribes, worship it.
At this moment, countless human beings knelt on the ground and worshiped in the direction of Zishan.
"Darkness and turmoil are coming, and the beginningless clock wave will determine the world!"
The era of Emperor Wushi was the most glorious era for the human race. It suppressed the Eight Wastelands and Liuhe, swept across the outside world, and reached its peak of prosperity.
Any turmoil in the restricted area or any immortal creature that dares to show up will be killed!
But after Emperor Wu Shi, the world changed drastically, and the human race was deteriorating...
The bell waves continued, and in the Purple Mountain, Ye Fan was facing off with a creature covered in red hair. A pile of mummies raised ninety-nine and eighty-one flags, trying their best to resist the bell waves.
"Ah..." A painful voice came from the banner, "I... I am Zhang Lin!"
After a long time, Zhong Bo disappeared, and a lonely figure came to Ye Fan.
Ye Fan looked pale, looked at this figure, and uttered two words, "Grandmaster!"
At this moment, Zhang Lin was covered in red hair, half a foot long, and looked like a fierce ghost.
But his eyes became much clearer, and his anger and gloominess were shaken away by the Wushi Bell, making him briefly sober.
"Grandmaster, what happened? Why did you become like this?" Ye Fan asked.
Zhang Lin said calmly: "That night, I met the previous generations of Yuantian Masters..."
Ye Fan was shocked, "Previous generations? Are they really the same as the ancestors of the Cai family?"
He thought of the ancestor of the Cai family who was liberated by Hao Jian in the ancient Qinling Mountains. He was the third generation Yuan Tianshi.
"Have you met the third generation Yuantian Master?" Zhang Linqi asked.
Ye Fan briefly talked about the Qinling Ancient Land.
Zhang Lin nodded slightly and said immediately: "Since you have inherited the original technique, you must be careful to make the same mistakes as me! Back then, I was almost clairvoyant and saw countless strange things, such as Yin soldiers borrowing passages and so on. What did I do? I couldn't help but go to Shenxu and Xianling Tombs, and I was so confused that I didn't even know what I had done for ten thousand years..."
"Why would something like this happen to our lineage?" Ye Fan said sadly.
Zhang Lin sighed: "Our lineage has cut through too many strange stones and stolen all the secrets of heaven. Perhaps, it was destined... I just hope that you will never meet other Yuantian masters from previous generations..."
After a long silence, Zhang Lin asked again: "Why did you enter Zishan?"
Ye Fan said in a deep voice: "When thousands of races were born in the ancient times, dark turmoil is coming. I want to use the Beginningless Bell Wave to shock the world and delay it for some time."
"Dark turmoil...is it coming again?" Zhang Lin suddenly stood up and said in a deep voice: "Let me use my last remaining heat, as a member of the Yuan Tianshi lineage, I will control the Northern Territory with you!"
"Just...the two of us?"
Zhang Lin pointed behind him, "There are still them. Although they only have one night to live after leaving the Purple Mountain, they will be scattered with the wind when the morning light comes and become the dust of history..."
"But...that's enough!"
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In the following time, the sound of the Wushi Bell resounded through Zishan and spread throughout the world.
One day, two days, three days...
Two full months have passed, and the Wushi Bell is still ringing, and the ancient tribes are terrified.
The Northern Territory is peaceful, and no ancient creature dares to come out to kill!
"Why is this happening? Who can stop the passage of time? Who can survive the eternity! The Immortal Emperor has disappeared, why is the Emperor Wushi still alive?"
In the Valley of the Spirits, a terrifying ancestral king roared, making the entire Valley of the Spirits tremble.
"This is a conspiracy! I don't believe there is a human emperor who can live to this day!"
"King Ancestor, why don't we send some people to test whether Wu Shi is alive or dead..."
"I agree! It's impossible for Wu Shi to still be alive. There must be fraud in this!"
In the next few days, the Northern Territory became restless again.
"It is impossible for Wu Shi to still be alive in the world. He has been dead for tens of thousands of years!" In the divine city, the Prince of Heaven stood up and expressed his views to all the ancient tribes.
One sentence caused an uproar!
Because he is the prince of heaven and comes from the ancient emperor mountain!
He hates Wu Shi the most, because Ancient Emperor Mountain was originally his father, the Immortal Emperor, but was occupied by Wu Shi, and even allowed him, the Immortal Queen and countless other powerful people to be suppressed...
"Wu Shi is dead. If we talk about gods, there is only my father, His Majesty the Emperor!" the Emperor said firmly.
Just when he was instigating the Valley of the Gods to capture Ye Fan, outside Zishan, in the night, Zhang Lin had already embarked on a journey with a group of gods of death.
As for Ye Fan, he used Yuan Tianshi's unique technique to cut open a huge piece of the divine source!
"The Patriarch is indeed brilliant. He still has the last glimmer of vitality left... He can't even detect it through the divine source. It can only be felt at this moment!"
Ye Fan thought in his mind, and hurriedly took out the True Dragon Immortality Potion and poured a few drops into the woman's mouth.
A round of brilliance bloomed like a bright moon, and Yang Yi, the saint of Yaochi Holy Land ten thousand years ago... came to life!
Under the moonlight, her eyes changed from confusion to clarity. Then she stared forward thoughtfully and said with tears in her eyes: "Zhang Lin, is it you? Why don't you look back at me?"
Zhang Lin did not look back, wearing a large cloak that covered his red hair, and strode forward with a group of death gods.
"I know it's you...Zhang Lin!" Yang Yi cried bitterly and chased forward.
Zhang Lin did not look back and said hoarsely: "Girl, you have recognized the wrong person. Ten thousand years have passed. Zhang Lin disappeared with the wind on a rising morning!"
"Zhang Lin, come back! Come back!"
"Zhang Lin asked me to tell you, live well!" Zhang Lin did not look back, but just shouted, full of tragedy.
Ye Fan and Yang Yi chased after each other, and said quietly: "Grandmaster, it would be the biggest regret if you never look back!"
The haze covered everything, and Zhang Lin slowly stopped in the dark sky.
Finally, Yang Yi saw a man with red hair on his face. She caressed his face with tears in her eyes, "No matter what you become, you are still Zhang Lin! No matter where you go, I will follow you..."
Zhang Lin felt great grief in his heart and hissed: "At dawn...I disappeared! I...I'm sorry for you!"
Yang Yi resolutely followed the team.
Zhang Lin took off his cloak and turned into a red-haired monster, accompanied by a beauty in white and a large number of death gods behind him.
The wind is rustling and the water is cold, and the god of death will never return once it is gone!
Ye Fan looked at this scene with unspeakable sadness!
"If Brother Bitch was here, how could all the ancient races dare to be so rampant? Brother Bitch, where are you..."
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The place where old Taoist priests transformed into Taoism, Xiao Taoist Temple.
Hao Jian has lived here for a long time after returning to this place.
There are no years in the mountains, and years are not counted in cultivation.
He put away all his cultivation, just like the most ordinary little Taoist priest, not caring about the overgrown weeds in the Taoist temple, and just living here haphazardly.
Every night during thunderstorms, Hao Jian would discuss Taoism with the old Taoist priest's photo in the air;
After practicing, he would meet woodcutters who went up the mountain to chop wood and fishermen who went down the river to catch fish. Hao Jian would interact with them and teach them some new Taoist songs.
Little Ji Xu is running around in the mountains all day long. As a dream-level divine marrow, it has the potential to transform into a holy spirit.
As the place where the old Taoist priests transformed into Taoism, Xiao Jixu had a natural fondness for this place. He couldn't explain why, but he just felt that it was very comfortable here!
Especially the ancient pine in front of the Taoist temple is Xiao Jixu’s favorite place!
On this day, Xiao Jixu ran around wildly in the mountains, and when he came back, he lay down on the knotted branches!
In just a blink of an eye, it fell asleep sweetly.
The breeze blows slowly, and a faint halo appears around Xiao Jixu's body, blending into the ancient pine trees.
The ancient pine swayed slightly, and the originally yellow needle-shaped leaves slowly showed a touch of new green. Little green light floated out, and penetrated into Xiao Jixu's body with his breathing.
One animal and one tree, natural and peaceful, form an indescribable wonderful cycle.
At this moment, two figures approached the low mountain from far away.
"Senior, you said Brother Hao is here?" The figure in white stared at Gu Song and Xiao Jixu with shock in his eyes.