Global Reincarnation: Beginning as the Prince of Heavy Eyes

Chapter 146;
The news of the ancient tomb passed down by the emperor appeared in the middle reaches of the wasteland, and it spread to three thousand states in the lower reaches of the wasteland, and even the travelers on the World Channel started talking about it.

There are also many people who initiated a team mode, wanting to explore the emperor's ancient tomb together, Bo Yi made good fortune.

Of course.

There are also some people who, year after year, breathe out fragrance, name and name insults and curse the existence of someone Chen.

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Wasteland, Xuandu Heaven.

Empress Da Xia, who had confirmed her position, tore apart the space avenue, and was able to move thousands of miles across with a few people in an instant.

Even if this is the case, it will take ten or eight years to get from Xuandu Heaven to Da Chitian where the emperor's tomb stands, and there must be no stops and obstacles in the middle.

But if it takes ten or eight years to reach Da Chitian, I'm afraid there will be no chance of getting a share of the pie.

Fortunately, there are many space formations in Xuandu Tian that can be used. Xia Changqing came to Da Chitian by using the space formations in a certain ancient city.

As far as the eye can see, the sky of Dachitian is actually dark red.

The sky was covered by dense, endless red clouds.

It seems that a long time ago, there was an earth-shattering battle here, which caused the world to be dyed red.

Without stopping, more than 20 days later, Xia Changqing appeared outside the emperor's tomb.

In all directions is an endless wilderness.

An ancient tomb palace showing a corner of its outline, shining with obscure light in the hazy forbidden fog.

Outside the hall are innumerable inscriptions of the Great Emperor, with various shapes and shapes, like real dragons, fairy phoenixes, red birds and basalts, and each ancient inscription of the Great Emperor contains the astonishing mysteries of the Great Emperor.

The supreme aura gushing out from the temple also presses across thousands of miles of rivers and mountains. It is formless and formless, but it has a will and soul oppressive force on all living beings.

The banners and flags are flying among the mountains and fields, and there are many people.

Xia Changqing gasped, more than a million monks gathered here!

Great supernatural beings with resolute demeanor and boundless mana emerge in endlessly, everywhere.

Take the lineup not far away as an example. There are more than a hundred people, each of them looks like a dragon and a tiger, and they are full of vigor. The leader is a middle-aged man and a rickety old man. They are undoubtedly standing in the realm of the holy way.

There is also a man standing on the hill on the left, elegant and handsome, tall and tall, with traces of "Tao" and "Dharma" turning all over his body, and there are mysterious symbols evolved from the myriad ways of heaven and earth in his eyes.

There are also many younger generations, and Xia Changqing saw a young man in black with a feeling.

The black-clothed boy who was less than 20 years old carried a long knife on his back, elegantly out of the dust, and exuded an aura, like a heavenly knife out of its sheath, opening up the world, breaking everything, and threatening Xia Changqing from a distance of several thousand meters.

Surrounding the young man in Tsing Yi were hundreds of monks, and there were also three old monsters with unfathomable cultivation.

Empress Daxia's voice sounded, "There is no long-lived family in the middle reaches of the barren land, but there is an ancient immortal blood family.

There is no immortal dynasty in the middle reaches of the wasteland, but there are various schools of thought.

The world is very big, you have to keep in mind that there are still many outstanding and invincible little bastards in the younger generation. "

Listening to Empress Daxia's voice, it still seems that whose child is more outstanding than my child, he is nothing.

Xia Changqing sneered, "Mother's teachings, my child will keep them in mind. But what kind of orthodoxy does the ancient immortal blood clan have, is it more prosperous and glorious than the eternal holy land and the immortal dynasty in the lower reaches of the wasteland?"

The Holy Maiden of Qinglian glanced at the girl, and took the initiative to open her mouth to answer the description: "The various schools of thought are the most powerful ancient teachings in the middle reaches of the wasteland, and each one has a history dating back to ancient times.

Perhaps it was not created by the ancient emperors.But in the current world, it must have the power and influence not weaker than that of the eternal holy land and the immortal dynasty downstream of the wasteland.

The Xianxue Ancient Clan is the master of the middle reaches of the wasteland, namely the Feng Clan, Qing Clan, Sheng Clan, and Yun Clan.Each of the four ancient immortal blood clans has a foundation of immortality, and the blood of "immortals" may also flow in their bodies. "

Xia Changqing was moved.

"Real or fake? After the Immortal Ancient Era, the Immortal Realm was closed. If these four ancient immortal blood clans had the blood of Immortal Dao creatures flowing in their bodies, and had the foundation of Immortal Dao, wouldn't they have dominated the Desolate Territory long ago?"

"This is not something you can consider." Qinglian Saintess looked at the emperor's ancient tomb palace standing in the mist with fluttering robes.

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Days passed.

There are giants of the holy way one after another, and the mighty camp has come to the outside of the emperor's tomb.

Finally.

The Four Great Immortal Blood Ancient Clans also came.

First, there is a golden avenue, which seems to be poured with gold, lighting up the sky, and floating in the sky across millions of miles of rivers and mountains.

After that, he saw a white tiger beast with a pure white body and a fierce and turbulent aura, dragging bright lightning, and running blazingly on the golden road that runs through the sky and the earth.

After approaching, the monks outside the emperor's ancient tomb could see clearly that on the back of the majestic and rare white tiger beast, there was a heroic young man who was extremely expensive and dominated the world.

A young man around 20 years old, with arrogance overwhelming the mountains and rivers, and he is the only one who is the only one. The qi and blood in his body are like a real dragon and giant beast, and his mana is majestic.

"It's the Saint Invincible of the Saint Race!"

"Terrible! With such a twist at such a young age, I have invincible power! My cultivation has also reached the level of terror and reached the level of divine fire."

"This is the heaven-defying potential that is expected to stop in the realm of the holy way before the age of one hundred. In any era, it is an invincible hero who can dominate an era."

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The whimpers ebb and flow.

The domineering young man in ancient robes riding on the back of the white tiger came from the saint clan among the four ancient immortal blood clans in the middle reaches of the wasteland, and he was the taboo arrogance of the saint clan.

closely followed.

There are hundreds of monks of the holy clan, among whom there is no lack of powerful giants standing in the field of the holy way.

A wave of waves has risen again.

The Qing Clan, Feng Clan, and Yun Clan of the Four Great Immortal Blood Ancient Clans arrived outside the ancient tomb of the Great Emperor one after another.

The three tribes each have their own style, but when Xia Changqing saw a woman in the Fengzu lineup, he was stunned on the spot as if struck by lightning.

The woman in front of the Fengzu lineup has a peerless temperament and a peerless appearance. Outside the graceful fairy body that has just taken shape, there is a lingering mist of the avenue.

In terms of age, the girl is only fourteen or fifteen years old, but her appearance and temperament, given time, will not be inferior to Qinglian Tiannv.

Noticing that Xia Changqing's eyes were firmly locked on the outside of the Wind Clan girl's body, Qinglian Saintess sharply raised her eyebrows, and said in a somewhat cold voice: "Does it look good?"

"Don't get me wrong, the Crown Prince knows him." Xia Changqing had recovered, and murmured with a dumbfounded smile:
"I didn't want to meet you here. This is the second hometown person that the prince has met."

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(End of this chapter)