His body swayed slightly, and Zheng Haotian had returned to his human appearance.
The moment he regained his human body, the golden luster on his wings suddenly dimmed, and flowed to his legs and feet like mercury.
This mysterious and powerful leggings once again chose the most suitable place for its existence based on the characteristics of the race.
Glancing towards the human camp in the distance, Zheng Haotian flashed and flew over quickly.
However, this time his speed was far from what it was before.
Because he was getting closer to the human camp, he not only put away his Sky Suit, but he also didn't even use the roc transformation, and just used the flying speed of an ordinary spirit to move forward.
Half an hour later, he could vaguely see the distant mountains and a hint of green lake light.
The human camp is right in front of us.
However, at this moment, Zheng Haotian, who was flying, stopped suddenly. He opened his eyes wide and looked around cautiously.
Although there was nothingness around him, a creepy feeling arose in his heart.
For some reason, he had a premonition of extreme danger in his heart. It seemed as if there was a powerful being watching him in this void. Moreover, this powerful being had infinite power and could easily crush him.
Like broken pieces.
Zheng Haotian's true energy circulated around his body, and even the air trembled slightly.
All the swords in the cyclone were ready to go, and they held the warm gourd with their hands.
However, what made Zheng Haotian feel suspicious was that although he detected the aura of a terrifying existence, he did not feel any strong malice from this aura.
This was the biggest reason that allowed him to stay here with peace of mind. If this aura contained strong murderous intent, he would have turned around and escaped desperately.
"Wow..."
The space in front of him suddenly tore open, and then a giant hand stretched out from it.
Zheng Haotian's eyes narrowed, and he immediately recognized the origin of this giant hand.
When he fought with Hao Ming, he used the three thousand sword condensation skills. Just when he was about to kill Hao Ming with the sword, this giant hand suddenly appeared and rescued Hao Ming.
However, it only rescued Hao Ming, but did not harm Zheng Haotian.
With a shiver in his heart, Zheng Haotian did not release the demon kings, nor did he use his true energy and tens of billions of swords. Instead, he bowed deeply to the giant hand and said, "Junior Zheng Haotian pays homage to my senior."
The giant hand stopped in mid-air and made a roar like thunder: "Do you know who I am?"
"I don't know, junior. I was just about to ask for advice." Zheng Haotian said respectfully.
Although he didn't know who the other party was, he maintained enough respect.
This is the Great Spirit World, a world where the strong are respected. As long as you have enough strength, you will win the respect of others.
"Haha, this is the human camp, and it is also the territory I guard. Who do you think I am..."
Zheng Haotian's mind raced, and he suddenly remembered a terrifying figure. He raised his head in surprise and said, "You, are you Master Jiuyou?"
He secretly thought that his reaction was indeed a bit slow.
As Jushou said, this is the territory guarded by Master Jiuyou, and in this territory, the only one who can use the ability to tear apart space unscrupulously is probably Master Jiuyou.
Master Jiuyou gave a long laugh and said: "Yes, I came here today because I have something to ask you. Come with me."
The giant hand stretched and contracted, and it had already escaped into that space.
However, although the giant hand disappeared, the space did not close, but rippled in front of Zheng Haotian like water waves.
Zheng Haotian naturally understood what Master Jiuyou meant, he wanted to let himself into it.
After a slight hesitation, Zheng Haotian finally took a step forward and entered the space.
His move seemed reckless, but it was also carefully considered.
What kind of person is Jiuyou Zhenren? If he wanted to deal with him, how could he use these unsightly tricks? And more importantly, Zheng Haotian did not sense any hostility in him.
Not just him, but also the nightmare inside the cyclone.
Nightmares are one of the most outstanding races among the demons. Their sensitivity to hostility far exceeds that of any other race.
This is already a kind of power that is almost innate, so Zheng Haogen has the courage to make this seemingly gambling move.
Moreover, after obtaining the Babel suit, he was already deeply confident in his speed. Especially when the roc bird transformation and the Babel suit were combined, he could not think of any power that could stop him from going far.
Escape.
The light in front of his eyes suddenly brightened, and Zheng Haotian had appeared among the beautiful mountains and rivers.
As soon as he turned his eyes, he felt slightly dissatisfied because he could vaguely see that this beautiful scenery contained an incredible power.
Under the blessing of this power, the entire space seemed to be blocked.
If he wanted to escape from this place, he would have to spend more effort and more time.
"You're still a little brave, come and sit."
A familiar voice suddenly rang in his ears. Zheng Haotian immediately calmed down, responded respectfully, and followed the direction of the voice.
After a while, he had gone deep into the mountains and rivers, and saw a middle-aged man wearing a high crown sitting proudly in a pavilion on the lake.
This middle-aged man does not have a strong aura of a strong man, but rather looks like a Confucian scholar who has read many scriptures.
Zheng Haotian was slightly startled. He didn't expect the world-famous Jiuyou Master to look like this.
But he reacted immediately, stepped forward quickly, bowed deeply to the ground, and said: "Junior Zheng Haotian has met the real person Jiuyou."
"No need." Master Jiuyou waved his hand gently and said, "Sit down."
"yes."
Zheng Haotian sat down respectfully. However, the moment his buttocks sat down, his heart suddenly woke up.
Unknowingly, his spirit had been captured by Zhenren Jiuyou, so he had no resistance to the words of this master.
Just let him sit down, then what if Master Jiuyou asked him to die?
Once this terrifying thought came up, he immediately became a little frightened. However, after all, Zheng Haotian was no longer an ignorant boy. His face was calm and he suppressed this terrifying thought.
"You are a disciple of Wanjian Sect."
"yes."
Master Jiuyou sighed softly and suddenly said: "Hey, Master Zui is doing well now."
Zheng Haotian opened his mouth and said with a wry smile: "Master Jiuyou, Master Zui has been in seclusion for several years, and this junior has never seen him before."
"Never seen it before?" Master Jiuyou said in surprise: "You have received the inheritance of Master Zui's mantle, how come you haven't met yet?"
When Zheng Haotian and Hao Ming fought and easily released three thousand swords into one, Master Jiuyou had already identified the relationship between this son and Master Zui.
Unless the old drunkard personally guided him, how could he possibly train such an outstanding junior.
Zheng Haotian smiled more and more bitterly and said, "I don't dare to tell lies. I really have never met him."
Master Jiuyou looked at Zheng Haotian carefully, and slowly, his expression became strange: "Since you have never seen Master Zui, then... under whose guidance did you achieve the unity of ten thousand swords?
One?"
Zheng Haotian blinked twice and said honestly: "No one gave me any advice, I figured it out myself."
The corners of Master Jiuyou's mouth twitched slightly, his eyes flashed with a strange light, and he stared at Zheng Haotian, as if he wanted to tell whether his words were true.
However, after a moment, he put away his frightening electric gaze and slowly closed it.
However, Zheng Haotian could never imagine that the same waves were surging in Master Jiuyou's heart at this time, making it difficult for him.
Wanjian Sect is considered one of the eight super sects in the Piaomiao Continent, but its ranking among the entire human race is not very high.
However, no one dares to underestimate this sect.
Because there is a powerful grandmaster in this sect, and this grandmaster has proven his strength with a nearly invincible record in his life.
Wan Jian Zong, Condensing Sword Technique...
This is a name that makes all masters tremble with fear.
After Master Jiuyou saw the information about Zheng Haotian, he thought that this boy had gained the favor of Master Zui and trained him at all costs, so he finally created a peerless man who had successfully condensed ten thousand swords at the cultivator stage.
genius.
However, after this conversation, he realized that this young man had never even seen Zuizhen's face.
What's even more frightening is that his unity of ten thousand swords was actually figured out by himself.
A person who can figure out the unity of ten thousand swords, how much of a genius does this have to be...
After a while, he quietly exhaled a long breath and suppressed the emotion in his heart.
"Zheng Haotian, your talent is really amazing, no wonder you can get the inheritance from Master Meng." Master Jiuyou said slowly.
Zheng Haotian raised his eyebrows, and this time he was really stunned.
Meng Zhenren?
Although he didn't know what kind of person this Meng Zhenren was, since he could be called a real person, he should never be underestimated.
He bowed deeply and said: "Senior, this junior has never met Master Meng."
Master Jiuyou laughed and said: "It is true that you have never met him, but there is nothing wrong with getting his inheritance."
Zheng Haotian frowned, but the figure of an old man suddenly flashed in his mind.
Could it be that the former Grandmaster Chen was Master Meng?
However, although Grandmaster Chen has given them guidance, it would be too childish to say that this is inheritance.
Master Jiuyou slowly shook his head and said: "You little guy, have you forgotten who left the nightmare control skills and cultivation methods to you?"
Zheng Haotian was shocked. He suddenly raised his head and looked at Master Jiuyou with a horrified expression. Even his words were trembling.