Mad Martial War Emperor

Seeking Divine Sect and the Qin Hai Dynasty together, intelligence was provided by Agarwood for 100 miles. Enemy information was exposed in front of Two Great Influences.

A gust of wind swept the East, and Two Great Influences concentrated their forces and began to fight, like the thunderbolt 10000-jun overwhelms all the forces in the East, and established the East unification, which took less than 2 100 years.

The vastness of the Big World, even if it is only the territory of the Holy Kingdom, is not something that this group of ants can look down on. In 2 100 years, the speed has been quite fast.

Ye Qinghan waited silently for the end of the war, and even the spies and 100 miles of Agarwood searched for the whereabouts of the holy chess master.

But Sheng Qizun seemed to disappear, and even Xiangxiang could not find him for 100 miles.

Ye Qinghan was sitting at the site of the Holy Mountain in the year, and was also looking for the soul of the 100-year-old dragon immortal, but the times have changed. In the summer, the position of the dragon immortal in the morning sun seal 100 has changed. It is difficult to find his soul again. Heaven, like a haystack.

Times have changed. Although human beings are a lot weaker, they have evolved quite quickly. In 1000 years, masters have sprung up and constantly rushed out of the world ’s attention. Even powers such as the Qin Hai Dynasty and Xun Divine Sect were out of control.

The King of the Soldiers alone surpassed the dynasty, and some evil spirits have rushed to the Realm Master cultivation base and are approaching the lower position. Unless Ye Qinghan or Agarwood 100 miles shot in person, no one will fight against it.

Two Great Influences are often covered in dirt by these young demons. The army is frustrated. The young masters take the first level of the general in the 1000000 army, such as searching for things, and the road to World unification is blocked.

Emperor Qin Hai and Liu Wenshen could only ask Ye Qinghan for help.

Ye Qinghan looked at the two world overlords who were kneeling in front of him, leaning on the chair, and stroking his head with his big hands. He definitely wouldn’t be able to take his own shot. If Shen Xiang took a 2-mile shot to help one side unify the World, it would inevitably cause World awareness.

“Set up camp on the spot, consolidate the forces, help me dig the ground 3 feet to find the saint fossil, and send it to me immediately after finding it.” Ye Qinghan whispered.

Emperor Qin Hai respectfully asked, “God of Supreme, what about the masters? They hit our city and barracks everywhere. Old slaves couldn’t stop it. Asking Mr. God to take his own shot may not be their opponent.”

“Choose a batch of gifted children and send them to me. I will choose a few to train.” Ye Qinghan lightly saying.

“Yes! Many thanks Supreme’s Spiritual God!” Two people are overjoyed, this time is a good opportunity for Guangzong Yaozu, and they will definitely send their direct descendants and close ones to cultivate for Ye Qinghan.

However, Ye Qinghan quickly broke their minds. Divine glow stared at the 2 people and said coldly, “Don’t be selfish. What I want is a child with first-class will and talent and temperament. If there isn’t one child sent by you two, If I am satisfied, I will think about the replacement of Big World. “

“Yes, yes …” The two kept scratching their heads, like chickens pecking rice, how dare they have a little selfishness.

“Go on.”

Ye Qinghan said coldly in a chair.

Today’s Ye Qinghan has a beard full of face. How could there be the heroic and domineering of that year. The vicissitudes are like a late old man. Perhaps people of that era may not recognize him.

Watching the two of them leave, Ye Qinghan was a little silent, secretly whispering to himself, “The times are developing too fast. In a short period of less than 2 years, how could a Realm Master be born? Could anyone be behind?”

Ye Qinghan can’t be sure, and he can’t be sure who is engaging in ghosts. If the holy chess master is okay to say, if the World consciousness is promoted, it will be difficult to kill. Killing them will inevitably start the World consciousness tracking and will find themselves.

咚dong dong! !

Ye Qinghan hit his chair with his fingertips. He has n’t been idle for 1000 years, but concentrated on closed-door cultivation fleshy body, hoping to fully fit the fleshhy body with the soul. The soul is too strong, and the fleshhy body is too weak, only restricting His strength.

In 1000 years, he lifted the fleshhy body a little bit, but far below the standard required by the soul.

Every step of the Holy Jinshen is a big progress, not so well evolved.

Ye Qinghan was lightly sighed, and was about to retreat again. At this moment, the fragrance in front of him was covered by Qi of Immortal Spirit. Numerous petals gathered and gradually formed a woman who looked like an immortal.

“Good news, I found the sacred tomb and looked at the scale. At least dozens of saints’ bodies were buried in it, but I didn’t dare to alarm the World consciousness, so I came back to inform you first.” Chen Li was excited in 100 miles, as if inviting merit .

Holy tomb!

Ye Qinghan flickered, and clenched his fists, “Where?”

“Very Northern Snowfield!” Agarwood replied quickly at 100 miles. “The snowfield of that year has become Desolate Land. The remains of the last civilization have disappeared, and ordinary people cannot survive there.”

Wow ——————————

Ye Qinghan silhouette flashed, and the afterimage had not disintegrated yet. He took 100 miles of agarwood to appear a few ten thousand li away. This was the result that he didn’t want the World consciousness to find himself and deliberately suppressed himself.

xiū xiū xiū ——————————

Ye Qinghan and 100 Miles Agarwood shuttled through the World without any slight spatial fluctuations. It appeared in the Northern Snowfield of the year a few months later, but snowfields were not in everywhere, and there were barren mountains and cliffs, let alone ordinary person. None of the higher places can come here.

A hundred miles of Agarwood pointed to the end of the North, where there was chaos and silence, and desolate aura was immense.

“Keep going deeper, there is a huge holy grave formed there. It should not be the saints who died of human burial at that time. It may have been made by World consciousness.” Chen Xiang whispered 100 miles.

Ye Qinghan took 100 miles of Agarwood to continue to shuttle, galloping to the north desert, only to see a huge tombstone, full of the coercion of the Tao, even the big grave has fairy marks all around, really if you rush to open the holy grave Really alarmed World consciousness.

Ye Qinghan understands that World consciousness cannot keep staring at the world, just as he is impossible to explore his Tiny World when he is okay. All of them evolve and develop by themselves, so he does n’t forcibly open the holy tomb, World consciousness will not Discover yourself.

Ye Qinghan looked at the holy grave with his eyebrows. It was really big. I didn’t know how many dead saints were buried inside.

Dong dong dong ……

At this moment, Ye Qinghan was so nervous, he was really afraid that after opening the holy grave, he would find that all the bodies inside were crazy.

Xianwen, it is really difficult to open it forcibly.

Ye Qinghan thought for a moment, and suddenly thought of Zhang Daxian, who opened the big grave in the town of Tianfu. He was good at rune prohibition, and his Spirit Pet was also very strange. This Zhang Daxian has been in his World, he did n’t know he died No more.

Ye Qinghan quickly explored Divine Consciousness into his Tiny World, and after searching for a long time, he found that Zhang Daxian was old, but there were inheritors, and they were passed on for several generations. The Spirit Pet also inherited.

Hua!!

Ye Qinghan reached out and caught the young inheritor.

The young inheritor has been staying in the Tiny World in Ye Qinghan. He doesn’t know that there is a World besides the World. At this moment, he looks at Ye Qinghan with a grim expression, and is full-headed.

“Your Ancestral Master is Zhang Daxian? What’s your name?” Ye Qinghan indifferently asked.

The young young man was nodded in horror, and he would not even speak, and said intermittently, “I … my name is … Shangtian … who are you? Where is this?”