"Can you know this person..." The old man's whole body was as dry as a dead tree, but his hands were as crystal clear as jade, as if all the vitality was condensed there.
The person he pointed at was the strong man with muscles that were several times stronger than the emperor, giving people a feeling of power and destruction.
The moment he pointed his finger, the man's weak vitality suddenly became strong, and after a moment, he slowly opened his eyes.
"roar----"
"Qishan is fighting here, who dares to fight with me!!!"[
The man opened his eyes and let out a roar like thunder. He shook Hanbei Song and took a few steps back, and then looked at the strong man in front of him who had been sleeping for a long time in shock.
"Haha... Which little baby are you? Your body is so weak! I'm afraid I haven't practiced the holy martial arts skills of my Mengyu clan!!!" The man saw the cold monument that he stood back several steps, and then hahaha He laughed.
"War, don't preach the holy martial arts you have practiced there... The most powerful magic trick in my Mengyu clan should be the Fantasy Mantra!" As soon as Qishan Zhan finished speaking, the enchanting limit seemed to not exist in The woman in this world actually woke up from her sleep and directly squeezed out the strong man.
Seeing the young man with a shocked face several feet away, the woman actually temptedly gave the latter a charming and seductive look.
Hanbei Song was stunned and almost lost in these thousands of charms... But in a flash, a sense of arrogance and madness in his heart rose up.
Even if you want you, I will conquer you. What virtue can you dare to seduce me!!!
This belief actually shattered the thousands of charms and the charm of poverty at first glance.
Hanbei Song's eyes stagnated, as if he didn't know what had happened just now... But the woman trembled slightly. The boy in front of her had such a firm will.
"Battle, Ruoying..."
The old man's voice suddenly rang out at this moment, and the woman and the strong man were shaking loudly, as if he had noticed the thin and old man beside him at this moment.
"Great Prophet!!!"
Although Hanbei Song didn't know what the Great Prophet was or whether there was any powerful leader of the tribe, he saw unconcealed deep respect in the eyes of the woman fighting with Qishan, which clearly saw it.
"Um..." The old man nodded, and ignored the two of them. It seemed that he had just spoken, just to calm down and not make noise.
"Do you know this person?" The old man pointed his finger at Qishan Zhan again, and then he asked the boy again.
Hanbei Song was silent for a moment. He didn't know him just now, but now he knows him... But he knew him not what the old man asked about was not such a simple understanding or not.
After a while, Hanbei Song slowly shook his head.
The Qishan Zhan, who was originally smiling, looked at the young man, and heard his answer, a raging anger suddenly burst out from his eyes.
Which little doll is this? I haven’t even heard of the name of my war madman. I should beat you!!
But in front of the great prophet, he didn't dare to be presumptuous... so he just planned it in his heart. Should he throw this kid down from the stairs and scare him later, or beat him up.
Even the enchanting woman had an unbelievable look. When it comes to the title of Zhan Kuang, I am afraid that there are not many people who don’t know about the entire Northern Ice Field.
The old man ignored all this, nodded as if it was, and then pointed his finger at the woman again, and then asked again.
"What about her? Do you know her? Have you heard of Qishan Ruoying's name?"
The expectation in the old man's voice still existed, but it disappeared a lot.
Hanbei Song did not hesitate anymore this time, but instead shook his head directly. He didn't know, he didn't know, he had never heard of it, and he didn't want to pretend to be famous for a long time.
This time, the anger and disbelief in the eyes of the strong man and the woman disappeared. After hearing the Prophet's two inquiries, they also realized something was wrong.
After looking at each other in confusion, he did not express his doubts.
The old man put down his hand, then thought for a while, and said a person's name.
"Qishan Mo, have you heard of this person's name?"
The boy shook his head again.
"Qishan Hengyu, where is this person?"
Shake your head.
"So, where is Qishanshu, you don't know?"
Still shaking his head.
The old man's expression became increasingly ugly, and the expressions on Qishan Zhan and Qishan Ruoying's face also became shocked and unbelievable.
After asking more than a dozen people's names one after another, the answers I got were all shook my head.
The old man's brows were tightly locked together, and after thinking for a long time, he seemed to remember the name of a junior again, but he pronounced it out with some uncertainty.
"Qishanjin...have you heard of his name?"
Han Beisong suddenly raised his head, and then stared at the old man with an incredible, even scared silly look.
When he heard about those names before, he was a little puzzled. Although the Mengyu clan had indeed had all the small surname Qishan before it split, he had never heard of those people, and even the genealogy was not recorded, so he naturally didn't care.
But when the old man said the three words Qishanjin, the Hanbei Song finally guessed how prominent the name the old man asked about was in those unknown years.
When the old man touched his gaze, his whole body shook and then he spoke again anxiously.[
"You know him, do you know Qishanjin?"
Hanbei Song finally nodded slowly, and Ruoying and Zhan couldn't help but focus their eyes on him, as if they were unwilling to miss any word.
"who is he?"
Although the question was inexplicably asked, Hanbei Song knew that the old man was asking what the relationship between Qishanjin and himself was.
"The genealogy records... Qishanjin counts, he should be my distant ancestor! (Note: 1)"
The old man's figure instantly collapsed to the ground, and he sighed for a long time.
"It's been so long...it's been so long..."
His voice was dull and full of the charm of twilight and vastness.
"Where guarding this throne, I don't know that time has changed, the world has changed... Where should we, who have been abandoned outside of time?"
The old man was crazy and murmured some inexplicable words.
Among the meanings that are faintly revealed between the lines, the Cold Monument Song has produced some simple things.
The three of them are the guardians of this huge throne...
My distant ancestor was probably extremely vague in the old man's memory, but it was not because of his longevity, or because his seniority was too different from these three people at that time and the distance was too different, so he could not attract his attention at all.
So I didn't think for so long before I could say this name uncertainly.
So... how many years have the three of them protected this throne? How long have they been?
After the old man sighed, Hanbei Song raised his head thoughtfully... At this moment, he almost collapsed to the ground.
The young man who was frozen in the throne opened his eyes and looked at him with a smile. But when he looked at it, it was still as before, and the young man was still frozen inside without any movement.
"Child... Although your surname is not Qishan, you are a member of my Mengyu clan after all!"
After a long time, the old man woke up from that crazy state, and then looked at the song of Hanbei and said hoarsely.
The boy felt a soreness in his heart when he heard this, but nodded heavily.
Na Ruoying and Zhan looked at each other and sighed faintly at the same time, as if they knew something.
"Since I am a member of my Mengyu clan, I will make the former glory of my Mengyu clan reappear!!!"
The old man's eyes were clearer and full of expectations and affirmation of the young man.
Han Beisong stammered for a moment, but he didn't say anything after all. He felt the vitality in the old man's body disappearing quickly, and he couldn't bear to say something to refuse.
"The one sealed in this frozen throne... is the only emperor of my Mengyu clan."
The old man changed his voice and shouted loudly.
"Meng Yu Emperor!!!"
The Cold Monument Song recalled the inexplicable glance of the young man again, and then looked at the figure inside the throne with a palpitation, but in the end, the situation he had not appeared like before again.
When the old man saw the Cold Monument Song, he laughed loudly.
Then his hand suddenly reached into the frozen throne, and when he poked it out, he held something in his hand.
But as he entered and exited, the old man's hand was instantly covered with a thick layer of white frost... The things he took out into the throne were a spear.
The gun body was dark and deeper than the night. There was no red tassel hanging on the spear, and the tip of the gun was straight, and a cold and domineering intention emanated from it.
The tip of the gun was so white that it was dazzling.
The contrast between black and white is so trembling, and the aura emitted from the gun is so thrilling.
"This gun was originally a weapon of Qishan Youjue under Emperor Yu's throne. Then Emperor Yu used his strength to condense his ice field from the northern region, frozen himself in this throne, and suppressed it..."
"Qishan's savage gun was also enfeoffed into the throne! This gun was originally killed tens of millions, enough to move the heaven and earth, but it has been accumulated in the frozen throne for thousands of years, and the murderous intent is restrained----"
"This time I will take it to you to give it to you, so that you can take this gun and go to Tianyuan Benlu to my Mengyu clan to find the dream soul lost in Tianyuan Benlu!"
After the old man said that, he threw the spear in his hand towards Hanbei Song and instantly stabbed into the latter's body. But strangely, there was no wound on the young man's body.
"The gun is real, but it comes from Youjue, and I have spent all my years in the throne... The soul in this gun is afraid it is old!"
"Since that's the case, the name of the gun is called... You Jue Tian Ruo Lao!"
"Tian Ruo Lao... There is love? The heavenly love? Don't care about the love between heaven and earth, and you will hold this Youjue Tian Ruo Lao in your hand, and find the lost dream soul for me, the Dream Yu clan!"
The old man's hand suddenly raised high, spread his five fingers, and then shouted at the cold monument that was still in a daze. The sound was vicissitudes and eternal.
"You... can't see the world after the frozen throne!!!"
"Song of the Cold Monument, this prophet... will entrust everything to you!"
"Go to the original continent of Tianyuan Realm and dream of the emperor of the Yu clan for me!" The old man's voice almost broke through the sky, as if he was about to tear the world apart, containing the power that made the world tremble. .
"Reverse Yin and Yang!!!"
The sky and the earth burst open, and a huge crack swallowed the Hanbei Song. Then the ice and snow steps, which were as high as 10,000 layers, began to tremble violently, dissipating little by little from below.
The old man collapsed to the ground with a bang, and the blood in his mouth dyed the ice red.
"The Great Prophet...we..." Ruoying and Zhan said with some concern at the same time, but they immediately went to ask about the Great Prophet's injuries.
"We? We have no more of us... Heaven is old, are we... still here?" The great prophet laughed in a daze, "The power of the emperor has isolated life and death. Now Qingtian Mountain is born, this time, we can't escape. No! Can't escape..."
Ruoying and Zhan stood there in a daze, and were immediately excited to ask something.
But the 999th floor that carried them had gradually turned into void... Ruoying and Zhan, and the body of the great prophet, slowly disappeared into ashes.
The great prophet's eyes were filled with wisdom and fear.
"...The future king of Mengyu clan! This time... it depends on you..." After the words, the Great Prophet seemed to have weathered trees, which directly turned into bits of dust and drifted between the world.
His words seemed to be to the young man who had no idea where he was, and seemed to be muttering to himself.
The king of the future!
Because... there is always only one emperor in the Mengyu clan! It is called Emperor Yu------Under Mengyu!!!
After the 999th floors turned into ashes, the irresistible power of the rules of heaven and earth gradually dissipated. In this void, there was only a frozen throne that was hundreds of feet high, blue and crystal clear. The frozen figure seemed to be telling something in this void.