Taishang patriarch crawled out of the tomb

Chapter 88 Are My Descendants Calling Me (Part 2)
Southern Wilderness, Qingzhou.

In the wild sky tens of thousands of miles away from Qingyang Mountain.

When Yang Heng set foot on the Great Emperor, his cultivation base and strength skyrocketed, the body of the Great Emperor was filled with the energy of chaos, and the power of heavenly magic was mighty.

At that moment, he sensed some vicissitudes and majestic eyes from all over the wilderness.

Some of these gazes came from the human race, some came from the depths of the wilderness, and some were from the life forbidden zone with the famous reputation.

But these existences are extremely ancient, and all of them are emperor-level creatures.

Their eyes were indifferent and profound, and Yang Heng could clearly feel the unscrupulousness of their gaze, as well as the trace of indifference and contempt, even across hundreds of millions of miles of wilderness and space.

They became enlightened early, and Yang Heng, the newly promoted emperor, was just an extra glance for them.

In the eyes of most of them, there is no concept of race, only Dao and longevity.

This may seem ruthless, but it is the most real.

Yang Heng snorted coldly, the air was blurred, and all prying eyes were blocked.

Up and down Qingzhou, the voice of the "Red-haired Emperor" resounded through the void like a tsunami.

"The Red-haired Emperor?!"

Yang Heng pondered, feeling that this title of Emperor was too petty and casual, so his majestic voice spread across the sky: "I am the Immortal Emperor!"

Countless human cultivators in Qingzhou fell silent when they heard the words.

"Grandpa, Immortal Emperor, doesn't sound as good as Red-haired Emperor!" On the street, among the crowd, a four-year-old child bit his finger and said in a childish voice.

"Snapped"

Grandpa slapped the kid and reprimanded him, "What do kids know?"

Then, the neat shouts resounded through the sky again.
"Immortal Emperor, Immortal Emperor, Immortal Emperor."

The corner of Yang Heng's mouth twitched slightly, this title of emperor is in line with his identity, worthy of his pair of immortal hands.

at this time.

Yang Heng suddenly felt a slight restlessness in his blood, as if some people who had a causal relationship with him were calling him.

"who is it?"

He sensed it for a moment, then turned his head suddenly, and looked to the north with his deep eyes, and two purple beams shot out from his pupils.

With a glance of ten thousand years, the eyes reflect the sun, the moon and the universe, and everything in the vast land is in sight.

at last.

Yang Heng saw the source of the restlessness in his blood
On the land of northern Xinjiang, a group of people are running for their lives in embarrassment, with powerful enemies chasing after them.

While fleeing, they cried and shouted: "Old ancestor, help, where are you, come and save us, we are going to die!"

Same scene.

It also happened in other places in northern Xinjiang, where brutal pursuit and encirclement were staged.

Some people were hunted down to death, some were forced to jump off a cliff and fell into flesh, and some even drew their swords and killed themselves.

Of course, there are still a small number of people who are full of vicious eyes, and they are extremely calm even when being hunted down. They lie in ambush and attack the chasing enemy head-on. After killing a bloody river, they disappear in the distance covered in blood.
Under the sky, Yang Heng saw through the void with his deep eyes, and saw all these scenes clearly.

He sensed that this group of hunted people were actually connected with his own blood, some were strong, some were meager, and the sense of blood would not deceive him.

"This group of people turned out to be my descendants?!"

"It's actually my descendants who are calling me."

"But, when did I sow the seeds in northern Xinjiang?!"

Yang Heng recalled that it seemed that his predecessor had spent a period of time in the Tianmo Sect thousands of years ago.

At that time.

All the female disciples of the Tianmo Sect are former harem beauties, and the saints of the Ten Kingdoms were also captured and some indescribable things happened.

"Maybe, it's the seeds left at that time."

Yang Heng pondered, his eyes reflected the sky again, saw the group of descendants fleeing in northern Xinjiang, and also heard their desperate and sad cries for help through the void sensor
"Old ancestor, where are you, please save us!"

"The enemy is brutal, we are going to die."

Yang Heng's face was indifferent, suspended under the sky, the air of chaos lingered, and the magic of the sky flowed, like an ancient demon god.

Hearing the cries for help from his descendants, he was unmoved and murmured to himself:
"The wilderness is dangerous, and nature selects the fittest to survive. If any of you can escape the siege and come to the southern wilderness in the future, then you are qualified to be my descendants."

"Otherwise, what is the difference between such a waste descendant and a blob of liquid on a paper towel."

"It doesn't matter!"

Yang Heng looked away.

At this time, two figures flew over from a distance, and they knelt down in the void ten feet away from Yang Heng, bowing and prostrating.

"Junior Heavenly Sword Holy Land Xiang Changsheng, pay homage to the Great Emperor!" Sword Ancestor said.

"Junior Qingguo God Chao Mo Hetoma, pay homage to the Great Emperor!" said the old god.

They were very respectful. Facing Yang Heng at close range, it was like facing a piece of chaos, as if standing in front of him was not a single person, but a sea of ​​chaotic universe.

Can't feel the depth, can't see the aura, only the terrifying Great Emperor's aura is ups and downs.

When Yang Heng's eyes fell on them, both of them couldn't help breathing, their bodies and souls tended to be cracked.

This is the majesty of the great emperor, every move has a terrifying aura.

The two were horrified and even more awed.

"Is this the great emperor who cultivated the ancient body and proved the Dao? It feels much stronger than the Qing emperor back then!"

Both of them had listened to Qingdi's Dao, so they were even more shocked by the comparison.

In their hearts, they still regarded Yang Heng as an amazing and brilliant ancient physicist who was born in the present age.

at this time.

Yang Heng looked at the two of them and recognized them. It was the time when he was crossing the catastrophe, helping him to stop the two quasi-emperors, the second and third beast kings.

"Just now, the emperor promised that this matter is over, and I will give each of you a compliment. Now, are you ready?"

Yang Heng's majestic voice sounded.

Both Jianzu and Shenlao were startled, not understanding the meaning of this ancient physique cultivator.

But the emperor's heart is unpredictable, and every word and deed has great meaning.

They knelt in the void, lowered their heads and pondered for a long time, and even quietly used secret methods to deduce and analyze what the so-called "like" meant.

However, to no avail.

The two said dejectedly and ashamedly: "The great emperor's Taoism is profound, and the younger generation has thought hard, but can't understand what is praise."

Yang Heng smiled and said: "There is no need to comprehend, you are all ready, just let this emperor hit you."

Jianzu and Shenlao were stunned and said: "Great Emperor, what do you want to do to this junior?"

The two felt a little hairy.

They suddenly remembered that there were records in some secret books, saying that some old monsters had cultivated in seclusion for many years, and they had developed some strange hobbies.

"Could it be that what the great emperor said is that kind of thing?"

Their hearts trembled.

At the moment when they were thinking wildly, Yang Heng gave them a thumbs up with his left hand, raised his head to the sky, and then shouted: "Jian Zu Xiang Changsheng, this emperor rewards you!"

"Old God Mo Hetoma, this Emperor deserves you!"

As soon as the words fell, Jianzu and Shenlao were shocked for a while, but immediately, their expressions changed drastically.

Their qi and blood suddenly surged, and they quickly rose up. They were stuck in the bottleneck of cultivation for thousands of years, and they immediately loosened, hitting the perfection of Zhundi peak.

This time, they saved thousands of years of penance.

And in the dark, they felt that their physical aptitude and understanding seemed to have improved a lot.

The mysteries of exercises that were not understood before, are now being understood one after another.

Vaguely, they touched the threshold of the Great Emperor's Realm, and as long as they wanted to, they could immediately attack the Great Emperor's Realm and prove the Dao of the Great Emperor.

but.

The Great Emperor's Heavenly Tribulation was extremely terrifying. Before they were ready, they hurriedly suppressed the restless blood and cultivation fluctuations in their bodies.

Looking up again, when the two looked at Yang Heng, their eyes were already full of shock and shock, and there was still a hint of disbelief.

"Is this the majesty of the ancient body cultivator? It's too terrifying. Just a simple sentence, let me wait for my strength to increase and my cultivation to be perfect!"

They were shocked to the extreme.

In an instant, their eyes had turned into infinite awe and gratitude, and they looked at each other, as if they had made some kind of determination.

then.

Prostrating deeply, he choked with sobs and said, "Thanks to the great emperor for preaching. In this life, I am willing to be the saddle for the great emperor, and regard the great emperor as the preacher's benefactor!"

As he said that, he immediately swore the oath of heaven, and the law of the void manifested.

This is to swear to the emperor, it is not a child's play, once there is a lie, there will be no progress in this life.

Feeling the sincerity of the two, Yang Heng nodded slightly.

Jianzu said respectfully: "Great Emperor, you have proved the Tao, the Daoist Temple is indispensable, and the younger generation is willing to share your worries."

The old god also hurriedly said: "The same is true for the younger generation."

Yang Heng narrowed his eyes slightly.

The Great Emperor Dojo is indeed imminent, this is the status symbol of the Great Emperor.

The Xisui Sect of Qingyang Mountain is too low-level, without any visions, and there are often "baa baa baa" sheep, which seriously lowers its invincible image.

Thinking in this way, Yang Heng's eyes turned to the god capital of the Beastman Kingdom, and then to the Holy Land of Mingyue.

These two places have the dojo of the ancient emperor.

And it's readily available.

Yang Heng's eyes turned cold immediately, and a majestic voice resounded throughout Qingzhou.
"It is an unforgivable crime for the Mingyue Holy Land to collude with the Beastman Kingdom. All senior officials above the elder level will be executed. The rest of the disciples will be assigned to guard the frontiers. The crescent moon stick, the extreme magic weapon, will be kept by this emperor for the time being!"

"The Beastman Kingdom has been a disaster for Qingzhou for many years. It has enslaved the human race as a human race, seriously undermining our purpose of harmonious coexistence of all spirits in the wilderness, and should be exterminated!"

"Pass down the emperor's decree and attack immediately!"

(End of this chapter)