War Emperor

Unexpectedly, this so-called saint disciple contest, the rewards would be so rich.

Then, he looked up and down at Hou Tu, and couldn't help but wonder: "Why are you telling me this news?"

"Because I think you should have a lot of opportunity to get brilliant results, and then you can cooperate with my Wuzu contestants for one or two times." Houtu smiled lightly.

In addition to the sages, many races in the prehistoric will also participate, which can be said to be the largest event in the prehistoric.

Lin Han showed her great potential, and getting close to such a person was also good for their Wu Clan.

"Okay, I'll talk at that time." Lin Han pondered for a while and nodded. As a later generation of human race cultivator, to be honest, he would naturally want to see how the disciples of various races and saints in this prehistoric state are.

His current understanding of Honghuang is still only the tip of the iceberg.

This saint disciple contest is a very good opportunity.

Although there are still ten thousand years, but to reach their level, time is like running water, and it is the least valuable thing.

Therefore, he does not think it is too long.

"Chuck, then I wish us a happy cooperation." Lin Han agreed, and the smile on Houtu's face was brighter. He stretched out his wispy white hand and made a gesture of shaking hands with Lin Han.

And seeing her move, not far from the surrounding area, among the witches, many of the sturdy, tower-like members were all dumbfounded.

This is the goddess in the minds of their entire Wu Clan, who actually took the initiative to shake hands with Lin Han.

This is so jealous.

Many of them breathed heavily, as if they had a deep hatred with Lin Han, and cast envy and vicious eyes at him.

Although Lin Hanshi’s strength was indeed extraordinary, the Wu Clan has always been unafraid of heaven and earth, among which the famous great witches, such as descendants, Kuafu, Xingtian, etc., still don’t think they are weaker than Lin Han.

Lin Han had such a great honor, which naturally made them feel sour.

The other eleven ancestral witches couldn't be stunned, and immediately glanced at each other, and the corners of their mouths showed a touch of indifference, and did not say much.

"Happy cooperation." Looking at Houtu's delicate and white hands, Lin Han was also taken aback, smiled lightly, very generous, stretched out his palm, and held Houtu's jade hand together.

This time he was able to get out of trouble thanks to Hou Tu, and he was naturally very fond of Hou Tu.

Quickly contacted Houtu's jade hand, and Lin Han retracted his palm. Such a polite behavior without tasting made Houtu's appreciation for Lin Han even higher.

Yingying's eyes bend like water waves, Houtu stared at the handsome face of the young man, and said with a smile: "Then what are your plans next?"

"I'll go back first." Lin Han shrugged after looking around.

Although he is very curious about Honghuang, he is not a creature of Honghuang after all, and this time he came to Honghuang only to kill the swordlord of Honghuang. Now that he has succeeded, he naturally wants to go back.

In the true sense, he still belongs to later generations.

"Well, we will meet again before the start of the Saint Disciple Contest." Houtu smiled and nodded.

"Yeah." Lin Han nodded softly, and after bidding farewell to Hou Tu, he waved to Dijiang and other eleven ancestral witches, slightly beckoning to leave, and then moved with his palm. The void in front of him suddenly rippled like water waves, and then a huge line The endless river of time emerges from the deep void, and every drop of water has countless pictures.

Lin Han didn't stop, and with one step, he entered the long river of time, swimming like a flat boat, and disappeared into the sight of several people in Houtu in the blink of an eye.

"Tsk tsk, awesome, this long river of time is in the middle of the wild, even if it is us, it is not easy to summon it, this young man can be used like an arm, really extraordinary." Looking at the void slowly closing, Zhu Jiu Yin Ren Ren Can't help but admire.

He is the ancestral witch of time among the twelve ancestral witches. In the prehistoric times, the operation of the law of time can be said to be almost unmatched except for the saint.

But even he could not summon a long river of time.

"The Primordial Land is not in the past. Many of the original laws are intentionally constrained by the saints. Naturally, they can't summon the long river of time and disturb the land and desolation." Houtu retracted his sight from the void where Lin Han disappeared, and smiled at Zhu Jiu faintly. .

In the long river of time, the former nine yin of candles can be said to be like a fish in water, shuttle freely.

Because of this "somewhat against the sky" ability, a lot of people appeared in the primordial land. Several great sage talents united and sealed the original source of the primordial land, and the long river of time was one of them.

Only in this way can the prehistoric multiply more steadily.

In other words, apart from the saints in Honghuang, no one can adjust the time.

But Lin Han is different. He is not a prehistoric creature. The restraint of the saint is of no use to him. Moreover, he can break the barrier that the saint stays in for a long time from later generations.

Therefore, Lin Han has become the only one in the prehistoric, apart from the saint, who can travel a long river of time.

This is indeed a very impressive feature.

After all, in the long river of time, you can freely shuttle in the past, present, and future, and you can do a lot of things.

Zhu Jiuyin smiled and nodded. Knowing the saint's plan, even the little sister of an authentic saint couldn't change it. Naturally, he couldn't say much.

"It's my little girl, you really admire this young man named Lin Han." Di Jiang was a bit taller than the average ancestor witch, looked at Houtu with some playfulness, and said with a light smile.

Hou Tu smiled faintly, as if he hadn’t heard the meaning of the ridicule in Dijiang’s words, he said with a faint smile: “Isn’t he supposed to? Come closer with him, and our Wu Clan will have a bigger chance in the Saint Disciple Competition Opportunity, get good grades."

She is an authentic saint, isolated and helpless, Sanqing, Ershi, and Nüwa are all saints of heaven.

In the past sage disciple contest, their witches were repeatedly targeted, resulting in poor results.

This time, she wanted to fight for the Wu Clan.

Di Jiang nodded solemnly, knowing that what Hou Tu said made sense.

The disciples of those heavenly saints, and the primordial races huddled together, squeezing them out of the witch race, they have long been uncomfortable.

"Hmph, that doesn't need to be so close to him, Lord Houtu, you are also a saint anyway, and you can invite him personally, and it will give him a lot of face." Kuafu's face trembled, and he hummed a little uncomfortably.

Although in the original prevalence, in the final battle between the Wu Clan and the Monster Clan, he chased ten Golden Crow princes of the Monster Clan and died.