In a trance, Qingyang Huan understood why the old man in front of him suddenly seemed to have changed as a person, as if he had been reborn, from the inside to the outside, flesh and spirit.

In the past, an obscene old man, deceived and abducted, that was self-paralysis, he was escaping, wanting to forget everything he had been, so he disregarded his image, and was willing to endure the contempt and become the object of ridicule from others.

Bao Puzi has been promoted to the realm of kings, and he can make an indelible memory of a king, you can imagine how terrifying it is.

What kind of indelible is it on that ancient continent outside the sky, with blood as a book and life as a guide, is there no animal skin and pen and ink on the vast earth, and it is necessary to write with life.

"The generations of torches set foot on the outer continent, even if they did not have the ability to turn the sky, but they were worthy of the race, with blood as the book, life as the guide, a drop of blood after the silk, for the future generations to open the way!"

Hug Puzi, who stood up with a straight backbone, had a withered face, but it was difficult to hide the rising flames in his eyes.

Looking at Hug Puzi, Qingyanghuan clenched the leather in his hand, and the scorched black and blood stains on the leather were a little dazzling at this moment.

"I'm old, I'm old, the experience there interrupted my will, made me timid, if it wasn't for the chance to be promoted to the king realm, maybe I would have to be buried in that continent, the old man is a coward, and I am the only one who dares not die. ”

"I'm afraid of death, I'm afraid of death, I"

"Fire, the old man is not worthy, haha"

Turning into a rickety appearance again, hugging Puzi's body shrunk into the shabby and wide beast robe, as if he was like a shrunken turtle, shrunk his body, as if he was very unwilling to be exposed to the sun, he staggered up and grabbed the broken bowl on the side.

"The world laughs at me for being crazy, but they don't know that I want to be crazy. ”

Under the bleak words, Hug Puzi put the broken bowl in his hand towards Qingyang Huan, and said: "This is the spiritual resources I have obtained from the hands of martial artists from all sides over the years, give them to you, what qualifications does the old man have to enjoy these spiritual objects, I am no longer a torch bearer." ”

"This"

This scene made Qingyang Huan a little sluggish, and what was standing in front of him at this moment was no longer a king, but more like an old man in his last years, he saw a glimmer of hope from the depths of the cloudy pupils holding Puzi, from the silence and turbidity.

It was a long-awaited hope.

He even saw a plea for him to accept these spiritual objects, and a king begged him to accept the spiritual objects that he had begged for years. 、

No matter how absurd you think about such a scene, but at this moment, Qingyang Huan can't detect the slightest funny.

However, the next moment, without waiting for him to agree or not, a mighty spiritual light stirred up in the broken bowl, turning into a huge waterfall like a big river, falling towards him, and there were no less than 100 pieces of various spiritual objects, which made people dazzled.

Then he staggered around and turned around, staggering away like an old man in his twilight years, and disappeared into the mountains and ravines, leaving Qingyanghuan in a sluggish state.

"Front"

His throat swelled, and the words came to his mouth, but Qing Yanghuan couldn't say it for some reason.

The map of the small barren continent drawn by the skin blood book, densely packed with spiritual objects like a hill, staggering and pretending to be crazy and stupid.

What kind of Longtan tiger's den is on the Xiaomang Barren Continent, which actually makes the king's spirit silent, and he is ridiculous and crazy to the world.

Putting away a lot of spiritual things, all of them were included in the Xin Realm, Qing Yanghuan clenched the human skin scroll in his hand, his fate was mysterious, and the road ahead was elusive, and he didn't expect to come to this point.

Drift!

When can he control his own destiny, but after a while, he fell silent, as if this world wants to control his destiny, incomparably ethereal, even if it is the human emperor is also running for the entire race.

Martial Arts Hidden Dragon Monument, after Qingyang Huan left, it set off some waves again, but I didn't expect that this time Fengwang Road would become the most prosperous in the past three thousand years.

Xiao Xingchen ranked 31st on the Hidden Dragon List, and Qiongwanli ranked 39th on the Hidden Dragon List. 、

However, it is a pity that if there is no him as the leader of the hidden dragon list, these two people will inevitably shine on the hidden dragon list, and the existence of the hidden dragon leader will make the two lose their brilliance.

But even so, for the entire southwest land, the hidden dragon list that has not changed in the last few sessions, this time not only the leader has moved, but there are also three people on the list at the same time.

This made some of the older generation of martial artists who were secretly observing constantly wonder if the luck of the southwest land was about to skyrocket. 、

However, for Qing Yang Huan, after talking with the previous generation of torch bearers, he became less interested, and returned to the palace where he had been resting, and he was exploring the human skin scroll in his hand.

After digging deeper, he realized the mystery of this human skin scroll, which first needs to be opened by the inheritor of the flame of the human bloodline, and the leather scroll is branded with a bloodline curse belonging to the human race, and if the warriors of other races peep, the curse will be stimulated.

A small scroll of human skin, which contains all the flesh and spirit of dozens of Terran burners, and even the souls have been turned into cursed mediums.

Under this kind of ridicule, Qingyang Huan's will exploration made him feel more and more heavy in his mind, and the small human skin scroll was more like the tomb of the Southern Wilderness Burners, and their blood and bones were condensed on the thin leather scroll.

The spirit penetrated into it, Qingyang Huan suddenly felt that the world was spinning in front of him, and his spiritual will entered a reckless land of mountains and rivers, and there was a faint blood in the void here, and the air was even more inferior.

The generations of torchbearers have used the blood soul as an introduction to the place they have reached, and constructed such an illusory space-time kunyu, which is incomparably clear as a grain of gravel.

After a long time, Qingyang Huan withdrew his mental will, looking a little tired, and in a trance, he felt a little like the state of mind of his predecessors who hugged Puzi, they were all dead, and he was alive, and he was tortured by his soul all the time.

Moreover, the Xiaomang Wilderness Continent is in the extreme east of the Eastern Wilderness, and there is a vast and boundless East China Sea in the middle, how did he return, although he did not say it, it is enough to imagine how dangerous it is.

In the next few days, he went to the Flame Tower one after another, and as for the other young Tianjiao gathered in the palace of Emperor Dayu, some of them returned to their respective tribes, and some of them embarked on the journey again, heading towards the Southern Wilderness.

Although there is no chance of the martial arts hidden dragon monument, but the martial artist's fate is elusive, there is no chance here, maybe there will be a great creation in the next moment, and the young battle blood with the momentum of the Quartet embarked on the journey again.

Of course, the road ahead is not only about organic creation, but also about killing and robbery, and the road ahead is ill-fated, and it is more bloody and corpse-ridden.

Before leaving, the two brothers Qianhualuo, Long Heitian, Xuanguyang, Youqiang, and even Qiankun Mountain and Qiankun Sea came to visit him, and only left after a while.

Everyone has their own way forward, regardless of form.

"It's all gone, the middle region of the Southern Wilderness, from there and the Tianjiao of the entire Southern Wilderness Quartet gathered, across the distant void, towards the ancestral land of the human race, for generations, the warriors of all domains who can cross to the ancestral land, there is not one in a thousand. ”

On the Flame Tower, the old white ghost sighed in his eyes, he was once like these young warriors, and embarked on the road to the king, fortunately, his chance was not bad, he did not die on the way, and his strength continued to be promoted over the years, and now he has become the guardian of the Southwest Flame Tower.

Qingyang Huan also stood on the fire tower, he already knew that although the fire tower jumped in the palace of Emperor Yu, it was actually an independent existence, directly obeying the orders of the ancestral land of the human race, and the palace of Emperor Yu had the responsibility of guarding, but there was no ability to interfere.

"Hug Puzi, you see, don't blame him, even if he was buried in the Outer Heaven Continent back then, it didn't help at all, but he wasted his life in vain, and he was able to cross the void and bring back the blood scroll with blood, it was not easy, but it was a pity that a king of my human race was so downtrodden, he still couldn't escape the blame of his own heart. ”

After a while, the old white ghost turned his head, looked at Qingyang Huan, and said: "You are also ready to prepare, in a few days, we are going to the Eastern Wilderness, and if we want to cross the East China Sea and enter the Xiaomang Wilderness Continent, we will inevitably have some conquests." ”

"Good. ”

"The conflict between you and the Youchao Ancient Clan has been suppressed, but it is only suppressed, if you are alive and your strength continues to be promoted, it is naturally nothing. ”

Qingyang understood. ”

Bai Lao Ghost's words, Qingyang Huan naturally understood, but he didn't care much, he used to be alone, but now that the Sword Emperor Palace has found him, there is a black-armored sword guard, even if he stays in the Xiaomang Continent for a long time, it will not be too much of a problem.

This is his intuition, and it is his confidence!

Next, instead of leaving the Flame Tower, he found the Black Armor Warrior.

"I want my family's holy face to join the Sword Emperor Palace and practice the top swordsmanship!"

Hei Jia still had that cold look, and he didn't show any fluctuations in the face of Qing Yanghuan's words.

This was a decision he made when he thought about it, originally he wanted the Holy Face Heavenly Maiden to return to the Wanqiong King Domain, but since there was a better place to go, it was naturally better.

He believed that the black-armored martial artist had a way to go directly to the Ancestral Land Sword Emperor Palace with the Holy Face, instead of needing to break through step by step like many Tianjiao who had embarked on the road to the king.

"This"

Black Armor's eyes fluctuated, a little hesitant.

"There are so many of this, or I wouldn't have gotten there. ”

Seeing the hesitation in Hei Jia's thoughts, Qing Yanghuan directly came to look like a scoundrel, and he was naturally fearless.

"Do you want me to take out the Sword Emperor Order?"

After a few breaths, seeing that the martial artist in front of him still did not fluctuate, Qingyang Huan couldn't help but have thoughts in his heart.

"Okay, the old man will take the baby to the Ancestral Sword Emperor Palace to practice the supreme sword, but you must cover her identity and ensure that you go to the Little Manghuang Da safely. ”

"Okay, that's it. ”

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