Yang Jian has been to Huoyun Cave a few times, and this is the first time he has seen the scene of the Three Emperors and Five Emperors taking the initiative to go out to greet them.

In addition to the Three Emperors and Five Emperors, there are also several Dao Masters with extraordinary Dao Rhyme, none of them seem to be simple characters, but Yang Jian has never seen them before.

Those who came out of the cave to greet them, Fuxi and Shennong were in the front, the other five emperors were slightly behind, and several other great powers were also tied with the five emperors.

"I've seen all the seniors," Yang Jian said from afar.

Knowing that today's protagonist was not himself, Yang Jian wanted to take two steps back and let Xiao Hei pass by himself, but Xiao Hei hid behind Yang Jian step by step, and didn't seem to want to see anyone.

The scene suddenly became a little awkward.

"Cover it up," Yang Jian said in a low voice, and the Black Spirit Lord snorted coldly, but he still dispersed the illusion of the black flame around him.

The ghost face is still there, still a stranger.

Fu Xi stepped forward, made a gesture to Yang Jian, and said with a smile: "Xiaoyou has not been in the flood in recent years, I never thought that it would be so rapid and progressive, and the cultivation of Xuangong is enough to be called a strong person." ”

"The seniors are serious," Yang Jian hurriedly returned the salute, exchanged a few polite greetings with Fu Xi and the Shennong clan, and greeted several Terran sages one after another, and then looked at a few old men who had never seen him.

Yang Jian couldn't see through these old men.

"Poor Dao Wuzhuang Guanzhen Yuanzi, and Zhenjun should be the beginning. ”

Yang Jian was amazed in his heart, imprinted the demeanor and charm of the ancestor of the earth immortals into his heart, and said busily: "I don't dare to call the seniors like this, please call the juniors by their names." My teacher respects my predecessors very much, and often uses them as a benchmark to teach me, and I can finally see it today. ”

Zhen Yuanzi immediately laughed, but he was quite free and easy, "Everyone is a little friend, you are rebellious, why do you have to see such a backward person who knows etiquette today? I will definitely get drunk with the poor road later, hahaha!"

Yang Jian naturally agreed, and also explained: "The juniors are just an incarnation here, and the real body is a little inseparable, I hope the seniors don't mind." ”

"Unharmed, unharmed. ”

Zhen Yuanzi led, and Yang Jian greeted several other major repairs, but they were quite harmonious.

Except for Zhen Yuanzi, several other Yang Jian had never heard of their names, but the Dao rhyme flowing from these powerful people made Yang Jian impressed in his heart.

In fact, there are many such masters in the flood wilderness, and they are not visible on weekdays, just like the real people of Yuding before accepting apprentices.

Yang Jian has been able to intersect with these characters unconsciously, but it is also a recognition of Yang Jian's strength in disguise.

Finally, this group of seniors who were at least a dozen yuan at the earliest, somewhat tentatively set their eyes on the ghost mask of Hei Ling Chu Qi.

Zhen Yuanzi sighed lightly, with a little memory and vicissitudes in his eyes, and said in a deep voice: "Chu Qi, don't you recognize the poor road?"

The Black Spirit Lord's body trembled, and he turned his head away, avoiding Zhen Yuanzi's gaze.

"I'm not Chu Qi, she's been dead for countless years. ”

"Alas......" Zhen Yuanzi was stunned, but he just waved his hand and didn't say anything more.

Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor smiled on the side: "It's better to go into the cave and say, this is not a way of hospitality." Yang Xiaoyou, I have prepared a pot of good wine for you, why don't you go and drink together?"

"Okay, I just have something to ask senior. ”

Yang Jian nodded in agreement, and he walked forward, but was grabbed by the arm of the Black Spirit Lord.

The incarnation of Yang Jian, which was grasped by the delicate fingers, almost fell apart, Yang Jian turned his head to look at her, and read a little hesitation and annoyance in her eyes, as if he was angry that Yang Jian had left her alone.

"Senior, it seems that it can only be later," Yang Jian bowed his hand to Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor and said apologetically.

Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor had a loving expression that he understood quite well, and he seemed to see himself when he was young in Yang Jian......

"The younger generation wants to see the Suihuang. ”

Fu Xi said: "Come with me, the emperor has been waiting for Princess Chuqi for a long time, please." ”

In terms of generation, if Xiao Hei was still before Fuxi in her previous life, the Five Emperors were only her juniors, or the kind that had been separated by many generations.

The other monks from ancient times could not be compared with the three emperors and the five emperors at all, and Chu Qi was the princess of the largest part of the ancient human race, and her status was noble, and they had to go out to greet each other according to the number of etiquette.

As for Zhen Yuanzi and several other powers, they just came to join in the fun, wanting to meet the ancient princess of the human race.

Entering the Fire Cloud Cave, the Black Spirit Lord still followed behind Yang Jian, and Yang Jian's incarnated arm was really about to be crushed by the Black Spirit Lord.

When they arrived at the familiar fork in the cave, the seniors stopped and motioned for the two to go to the most marginal fork in the road alone.

I could clearly feel the subtle changes in the eyes of the Black Spirit Lord, and even though her state of mind was as solid as a rock, there was a little wetness at this time.

The fork in the road was surprisingly long, all the way down, covered with moss everywhere, and there were unquenchable spiritual fires fluttering everywhere.

The Suiren clan, the only emperor among the Three Emperors who was purely from the human race, is also the Terran sage who led the Terran to slowly rise from the wreckage of the Lich War.

Most of the stories that are circulating in the world today are allusions to the flint people making fire.

Fire, the source of enlightenment, the beginning of civilization.

The Suiren fire is actually an allusion to the vital role played by the Suiren clan on the road to the great prosperity of the human race.

With these thoughts circulating in Yang Jian's heart, a little fire appeared in front of him, and a stone door was quietly erected in front of him.

As soon as the two of them stopped, a somewhat old shout came from inside.

"Come in. ”

Yang Jian frowned, because he heard weakness and weakness in this shout, heard the dying twilight, and a little suppressed excitement.

Moreover, the stone door did not move at all, as if it was asking them to push.

"Junior Yang Jian...... Offended. ”

Yang Jian took two steps forward, raised his hand against the stone door, and with only a slight force, the stone door slowly opened.

The gloomy stone cave, the sound of dripping water, and a beam of light shining down from far above, illuminated the stone platform in the center of the stone cave.

On the stone platform, an old man with almost only skin and bones left sat cross-legged, his body pierced by dozens of black iron chains, which extended to all parts of the stone cave, and disappeared in a stream of dark aura.

"Ahh

The Black Spirit Lord suddenly let out a low roar, shook off Yang Jian and rushed into the cave, two bright lights flashed, and slashed directly at the iron chains.

But useless, these chains seem to be invisible, the black spirit lord's scimitar can easily cut the chains, but the chains will close in the blink of an eye.

"Why!"

"Why!"

The Black Spirit Lord was like an out-of-control beast, the scimitar in his hand kept slashing, and the entire stone cave was filled with her rapidly flickering afterimage in the blink of an eye.

Useless, useless, these chains will quickly put together when they are cut.

Those two scimitars are the magic weapons of the saints of the Taisu era, and the cultivation of the Black Spirit Lord is considered to be the top existence among the quasi-saints, but still, there is nothing to be done about these iron chains.

Whose handwriting this chain comes from is naturally revealed-Daozu Qianhong.

Yang Jian watched this scene with his fists clenched, and an inexplicable surge of anger swelled in his heart, but he quickly noticed that every time Xiao Hei's scimitar was chopped, the thin figure would tremble lightly once, enduring great pain.

It's just that the old man who seems to be dying still shows a little smile, and his eyes follow Xiao Hei's figure, with a little love.

"Enough!

Yang Jian rushed forward directly, risking that his incarnation would be split apart by the Black Spirit Lord, and with his experience in fighting with the Black Spirit Lord for one or two hundred years, he easily grabbed the Black Spirit Lord's shoulder.

The Black Spirit Lord turned his head and glared at Yang Jian, his eyes glowing with blood.

"He can't stand you like this!

Yang Jian's voice finally made the blood light in the eyes of the Black Spirit Lord gradually retreat, but her eyes were bloodshot, and she squatted on the ground and cried bitterly.

Such a superb master, a siege order can make countless Chaos Spirit Clans desperately Chaos Sea overlord, cry helplessly at this time.

"Alas," said the thin old man, too, with tears in his eyes, and a sigh on his face.

"Chu Qi...... Come over and let the third uncle take a look...... "The old man read the sentence 'third uncle', and couldn't help but have two lines of turbid tears, "It's good to be alive, it's good that you're still alive, don't cry......"

Chu Qi kept roaring, like a wounded beast, struggling.

Yang Jian looked up at the top of the stone cave, turned his back with his hands, and couldn't bear to see the two real powerhouses, crying like mortals.

After a long time, the cry of the Black Spirit Lord gradually stopped, and he knelt on the stone platform, wanting to reach out to touch Emperor Sui, but he could only keep trembling.

The Black Spirit Lord gritted his teeth and said, "How can I save you from your predicament?"

"The third uncle is fine," Emperor Sui smiled, although he was a little weak, but he was still free and easy, "I can't die after all, and I am used to living here." Don't spend too much time on me. Compared to today's prosperous age of the human race, what is the third uncle like this? We finally survived. ”

The Black Spirit Lord gritted his teeth and scolded, "Why are they! Who are they? I'll go to them to seek justice!"

"No, there is no need," Emperor Sui was still laughing, but there was a lot of embarrassment in his laughter, "The person who imprisoned me here has been killed by this little friend over there." ”

"Yang Jian?" The Black Spirit Lord was a little stunned, with a little hope in his eyes, he turned to look at Yang Jian, "Save my third uncle, I will listen to you in the future, and I will never disobey you again!"

Yang Jian turned around, with a little apology in his eyes, "I can't do it at this time, Dao Ancestor is a Great Dao Saint, and he also imprisoned Emperor Sui's predecessors here with the origin of Heavenly Dao." Unless, one day, I can transcend the cultivation of Qianhong. ”

"Don't lie to me! You can kill that man, why not!"

"I killed Dao Ancestor, there was a battle between the Sanqing Master Ancestor and the Dao Ancestor, and there was a strange person who recruited thousands of Chaos Bells to suppress the Dao Ancestor, and I also used the power of the Taiji Diagram, the Chaos Bell, and the Pangu Banner to condense the ...... of the Open Heaven Axe with Xuangong Dao Rhyme."

Yang Jian said truthfully, the Black Spirit Lord sat there, and she could still see her gloomy sadness through the ghost mask.

"It's okay, don't worry about the third uncle," Emperor Sui was still comforting her gently, "The third uncle can see you, there are no regrets in this life." ”

Syllable.

Suddenly there was a snap of fingers from the corner of the stone cave, and Yang Jian and the Black Spirit Lord became vigilant at the same time, and their eyes and divine sense locked on the figure walking out of the corner at the same time.

Yang Jian didn't have much guard after a glance, but the Black Spirit Lord was like a great enemy, the more he couldn't see through it, the more vigilant he became.

"Why are you here?" Yang Jian asked calmly.

"The princess of the ancient people who came to meet," the visitor chuckled, and took off his cloak, revealing a face that was too impressive to impress.

The corners of Yang Jian's mouth twitched, "You come here and go to the Three Treasures Hall without anything, if there is someone who can save the Emperor Sui from trouble at this time, it should be you...... By the way, Xiao Hei, this is the strange person who recruited thousands of Chaos Bells to suppress Dao Ancestor, Tianyan Daozi. ”

Xiao Hei's eyes were suddenly full of suspicion, but there was also more hope.

Tianyan Daozi shook his head lightly, "Every time I come to you, I want to remind you of something, when you can think about it, I will be able to spend less time." ”

Yang Jian suddenly frowned, "What's the matter?"

"I'm afraid you don't want to hear the news I said. ”