Pure Yang Wushen

Chapter 1367 Master Wuming, be afraid!
Lingxing late spring.

This is an ancient star full of vitality, its green trees are like dragons, and its curls reach into the clouds.

A herd of beasts gallops in the wilderness, the Lingjiang River rolls like a dragon lying on a pan, and strange flowers bloom everywhere, and old medicines spit out their fragrance.

In the depths of the wild mountains, there are long roars of all kinds of boundless beasts, and mottled ancient cities are located on the ground, scattered all over the land, and the air is filled with rich spiritual energy. Gatuna, you can absorb ample spiritual energy, it can be called an excellent place of practice.

"What pure divine blood!"

Deep in the earth veins, the young man surrounded by golden flames of glazed glass felt very surprised. As far as he knew, at this point in time, there were not many descendants of revived gods. Even if he was added, it would not exceed ten fingers. The breath of divine blood captured seems to be a first-class existence of the son of god. How could such a son of god be broken at this time? Could it be that the prophecy of the dusk of the gods will really come true in this era?
hum!
At the same time, on this spiritual star, in an ancient stone city, in a huge unknown underground palace, in front of a barefooted old man with white hair and linen robes, a quaint compass the size of a palm trembled like The star-like pointer turned and settled in the southwest direction.

boom!boom!boom!
Almost at the same time, in the underground palace where the spiritual lamp was shining, several pairs of terrifying eyes suddenly opened, more dazzling than the sun and the moon, dimming the spiritual lamp, and trembling in the void.

"Master Wuming!" Someone whispered, but it was like thunder rolling.

Starting with a stone compass full of mottled cracks, the gray-haired old man's eyes were like white paper, without pupils, and said leisurely: "The index of fate, the miracle will finally appear."

……

Thousands of miles away.

The golden flames all over his body were drawn away, and the young man with a pair of golden red eyes was very dignified. At this moment, his face turned cold: "The mouse that stole the power of fate has begun to play with the strings of fate again."

As soon as he finished speaking, a pair of eyes suddenly stared at the front, the emptiness did not waver, but a figure in a rough white robe walked out of it, as if coming from a distant time and space, from far to near, quickly condensed into reality.

"Not a descendant of the gods, but with the charm of divine blood, who are you, blasphemer!"

The young man's tone was very cold, with a boundless charm, showing the taste of the years. His eyes were indifferent, and his golden-red eyes were cold and ruthless, as if he was living in the kingdom of God, overlooking all beings in the lower realm.

A young man in the Open Heaven Realm of the later generations has never been a saint, but it is a bit extraordinary to look at the flesh and blood like a dragon in the wild. The most important thing is that there is residual charm in his body. The young man is sure that he has been contaminated with the blood of the gods. Which unlucky son of a god is this, has the dormant god's lair been dug out?It was desecrated.

"Descendants of the gods."

Su Qinian's tone was very light. Looking at the boy in front of him, he could feel that the sacred blood and incomparable majesty flowing in his body seemed to be resonating with it. This kind of charm was only found in the divine baby back then. seen.

Su Qinian didn't like the so-called gods. In the early years, he used the name of killing gods as a battle name, and he provoked the divine calamity in the dark. Now that the descendants of gods appear in the world, it seems to have come true.

Gods, that is an extremely distant ancient history, and more than one era has passed. Many of today's gods and tribes can be traced back to the ancient prehistoric years, and are inextricably linked with some ancient gods , Just like the gods, who take the name of gods and claim to be the descendants of ancient gods, and they are even more powerful races under the starry sky today.

In the starry sky, there has never been a lack of topics. Many people have had such thoughts. Compared with the gods of the ancient prehistoric years, who are the emperors of the later generations are stronger or weaker?
Compared with the current emperor, the gods have traveled a long way on the road to eternal life. If it weren't for the legendary Twilight of the Gods, the ancient gods even dominated the entire prehistoric era.

"Blasphemer, answer me, do you want to die!"

The young man who is a descendant of the gods is very domineering and fierce. At the same time, he raised his eyebrows and looked to the side of the void: "It's really haunting!"

boom!
The nothingness was distorted, and six figures appeared in the depths of this leyline surrounded by chaotic mist.

These are six sages, whose detached aura pervades the void, and the majestic aura belonging to the peak holy realm shakes the land veins, creating large cracks, and the majestic mountains above the land veins begin to disintegrate amidst the roar.

Su Qinian's eyes moved slightly, and he looked at one of them. Unlike the other five saints from different races, this was a human saint with a faint breath, as if he did not exist in this world, but also seemed to exist in this world In every corner, these two extremely contradictory temperaments converge into one, which is enough to show that it is different and even unfathomable.

"Lightwalker."

The gray-haired Master Wuming was a little surprised, and then showed a bit of thoughtful expression. According to previous inferences, the Starry Sky Martial Arts Conference was almost settled.

It's him!

The gaze that was originally fixed on the descendant of the gods split half of it in an instant, and fell on the young figure in a coarse white robe. This descendant of Suotian actually went to the infinite star sea. He has the appearance of a young overlord. From now on, although he is still in the Open Heaven Realm, his body is dormant, like a holy dragon sleeping. It seems that the rumors are true, even if they are exaggerated, I am afraid Not far behind.

"You are not welcome here, Suotian successor!"

This is a saint of the immortal race, with sky-blue eyebrows slightly raised, and a bad tone, but he didn't make a move immediately, one is to prevent the descendant of the god from fleeing again, and the other is that this person has been ordered by the sword emperor of the human race, Even though the starry sky in the human world is far away from the immeasurable sea of ​​stars, no one dares to underestimate the majesty of a generation of sword emperors, and no one knows whether that one will make a move. trouble.

"Blasphemer, it seems that you are not welcome at all."

The young man who was a descendant of the god race had a playful look on his lips, and said, "Perhaps you can tell these people where the blood of your direct lineage comes from."

Direct blood!

Even Master Wuming, who is in the lineage of the Master of Destiny, is frowning at this moment, and his blank eyes like white paper seem to reflect two ancient millstones, which fell on Su Qinian. Only one can be named as a direct line. kind.

Son of God!

Compared with the descendants of the gods, the descendants of the gods are undoubtedly rarer. They are the direct descendants of the gods. Once the descendants of the descendants grow up, even if there is no record in the current world, they are still qualified to compete for the position of gods in ancient mythology.

In the past few years, traces of the descendants of the gods have appeared from time to time in the immeasurable sea of ​​stars, but how to distinguish the descendants of the gods, even if it is the supreme existence of all races, it is difficult to tell. Only those who are strong can barely capture a trace of their destiny, but if there is nothing, it is extremely difficult to lock.

(End of this chapter)