Chaos Heavenly Emperor Art

Chapter 382 Heaven?Fate? (18 more)
"It turns out that Xiaoyou came back from 1000 years later?"

Jiang Xuanwu's expression was very calm, as if he was not surprised at Ling Feng's appearance.

Ling Feng pressed his temple. The amount of information was too much, which made him unable to accept it for a while.

1000 years ago?
The blood of the emperor?

Sky Patrol Clan? (PS: Regarding this Skywatching Clan, in fact, I mentioned it in "Chapter 158 The Art of Forgotten Love of the Demon", friends who have forgotten it can go back and recall it.)
All this, is it a coincidence?Or doomed?

What does the blood of the Son of Heaven mean?
"Guest, your thoughts are messed up."

Jiang Xuanwu lightly pressed Ling Feng's forehead, and a majestic aura, like a vast star, poured down from the Tianling Cap, which immediately calmed Ling Feng's heart gradually.

"You seem to have a lot of questions." Jiang Xuanwu smiled lightly.

"No matter where it is, I want to know what exactly is the blood of the Son of Heaven?" Ling Feng pondered for a moment, and finally asked.

"It cannot be said, and there is no way to talk about it."

Jiang Xuanwu looked at Ling Feng calmly all the time, "The blood of the Son of Heaven is the most powerful bloodline in the world, the most terrifying race, and the biggest enemy of the Xuntian clan."

Jiang Xuanwu smiled mysteriously, "That's all I can tell you. Under the law of heaven, everyone is an ant. As an ant, how can you talk about the law of heaven?"

Ling Feng rolled his eyes, these out-of-world experts all looked alike.

The Tianbai Emperor Dharma Aspect in the misty ghost forest also never mentioned the real deity, and when asked by himself, he would only say "the secret of heaven must not be revealed".

It's just that Jiang Xuanwu said that the Nine Heavens Tower, the kingdom of hundreds of millions of gods, bowed their heads to the Xuntian clan.

Although he didn't quite understand the Nine Heavens Que and the Kingdom of Hundreds of Millions of Gods, but listening to this meaning, it seemed that the good sons of the Xuntian clan seemed to be deadly enemies, and the final victors were the Xuntian clan.

In other words, although the "Blood of the Son of Heaven" in his body is very powerful, it also seems to be very dangerous.

This seems to be understandable, why grandpa would be afraid of the opening of the Eye of the Son of Heaven; why his parents would suddenly disappear...

Countless thoughts flashed through Ling Feng's mind. What Jiang Xuanwu said was like a mountain, and he was a little out of breath.

He suddenly understood why Jiang Xuanwu didn't tell him everything, but knowing just a little bit brought him such a huge pressure. If he really knew everything, his Dao heart might have collapsed.

The next moment, Ling Feng's eyes regained their clarity.

No matter who the opponent is, no matter how terrible the enemy is, the only thing you can rely on is your own strength!
"As expected of the Son of Heaven, he really has roots of wisdom." Jiang Xuanwu brushed his long beard and nodded inwardly.

"Excuse me, senior, how can I return to my time and space?"

Ling Feng took a deep breath and asked again.

"Traveling through time and space is not your ability, but your blood, which has inspired the power of time and space of Xuanwu's precious blood. You have not really returned to this time and space, but your divine consciousness has wandered into this time and space."

Jiang Xuanwu smiled faintly, "When the power of time and space of the precious blood of the beast dissipates, your consciousness will return to the time and space that belongs to you."

"Then when can I go back?"

Ling Feng was depressed for a while. Since this Jiang Xuanwu didn't tell himself anything, it seemed meaningless to stay here.

"When it's time to go back, I will naturally go back."

Jiang Xuanwu sat down at the stone table beside him, and said calmly: "Can you tell me, after a thousand years, what will be the fate of the Jiang family?"

Ling Feng pouted his lips and said with a smile: "Then can you tell me more about the Son of Heaven? Just a little bit."

Jiang Xuanwu didn't shake his head or nod, just looked at Ling Feng with a smile.

Jiang Xuanwu looked at Ling Feng with horror, gritted his teeth, and hummed softly: "If you don't tell me, I won't tell you either!"

"With the old man's ability, you only need to use a little method to read everything in your heart. Even if you don't tell me, is the old man really helpless?"

"Fuck you!" Ling Feng's mouth twitched slightly, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Thousands of years later, Jiang's lineage is still living in seclusion in Xuanwu Village, but it's a pity that they were slaughtered by a devil wearing a ghost mask, but they didn't exterminate the family. The good brother Jiang Xiaofan has also got a good one, and he will definitely be able to avenge the Jiang family."

"Really?" A trace of sadness flashed in Jiang Xuanwu's eyes.

"Extreme prosperity and decline, whether or not extreme prosperity comes, this is the reincarnation of heaven." Jiang Xuanwu took a deep breath, stood up slowly, walked to the Xuanwu wall, waved his big sleeve, and six large characters were printed on the Xuanwu wall.

Impressively, it is: Thousands of years of calamity, Xuanwu appears!

"This!" Ling Feng almost jumped up. No wonder the ancestor of the Jiang family can predict the future. It turned out that he was the one who told the ancestors of the Jiang family about the future!
This is incredible too!
Ling Feng couldn't describe his mood at the moment. He contributed to the history of the Jiang family. Could it be that he and Xiaofan were destined to become brothers a long time ago?
Inexplicably, Ling Feng suddenly felt nauseous.

Heaven?

Fate?

What is all this?
Taking a deep breath, Ling Feng breathed repeatedly several times before he calmed down a little, "Senior, the millennium calamity has been fulfilled, so how can we explain the appearance of Xuanwu?"

"Thousands of years of calamity, Xuanwu appears."

Jiang Xuanwu smiled faintly, and his body actually started to burn automatically. After a while, there was only a drop of blood left, suspended in mid-air.

"If possible, give this last drop of Xuanwu precious blood to the descendants of the Jiang family..."

The voice became weaker and weaker, and finally only the drop of blood remained, rolling in front of Ling Feng's eyes.

"Xuanwu Precious Blood!"

Ling Feng put the precious blood into his palm, and the energy emitted from it almost drove Ling Feng crazy.

"The blood of the beast!" Ling Feng's hands trembled a little.

It would be a lie to say that he didn't have the slightest heartbeat. If he refines this basalt blood, wouldn't he be able to practice the basalt combat body just as the cheap donkey said? Against the Emperor, the Great?

However, this is something left to Xiaofan by the ancestors of the Jiang family...

After only a brief struggle and hesitation, Ling Feng gave up the urge to greedy for the precious blood of Xuanwu.

Precious blood is good, but I, Ling Feng, will never break my promise!

In fact, Ling Feng almost walked through the door of hell just now.

This precious blood of Xuanwu was actually made some small moves by Jiang Xuanwu.If the descendants of the Jiang family got the precious blood of Xuanwu, the memory in the blood would guide their descendants to keep growing.

But if Ling Feng was greedy for the Xuanwu precious blood, the lingering spirit remaining in the precious blood would perish together with Ling Feng's spiritual consciousness.

Fortunately, Ling Feng is not greedy.

The next moment, I saw the radiance on the Xuanwu wall, and then the space channel opened again, and Ling Feng was sucked in again...

(End of this chapter)