Zhongzhou.

Located in the center of this continent, it has abundant inspiration, extremely rich resources, and a large area, far exceeding the other four areas. As a result, countless talented people with beautiful scenery have been born, and many have ancient heritage and are terrifyingly profound.

The forces of this place are also entrenched here.

Luoheng Holy Land.

It's one of them.

Deep in the west.

A huge mountain range is located here in the shape of a tiger standing in the sky, with green mountains and misty clouds and mist, and it has its own fairy spirit.

In the mountains.

A man walked slowly.

Take the blame.

A sharp knife with waist insertion.

There was a faint look of fatigue on his face.

It is Zuo Yang.

"arrive."

Looking at the green water and green mountains in front of him, he gently exhaled his breath and opened his hand to form an ancient seal.

Buzz!

The space trembled slightly.

A portal came out in an instant when the empty place was empty.

No hesitation.

Zuo Yang took a step in.

Not far from the portal.

An old man with a leisurely demeanor was cross-legged and closed his eyes, quietly looking at him, sensing movement, gently lifting his eyelids, and then... he stared at the boss directly!

"Left……"

He spoke incoherently and lost all his demeanor.

"Zuo Yang!"

"Old Wang."

Zuo Yang seemed to be familiar with him and nodded.

"you……"

Take a break.

Mr. Wang stood up in an instant with excitement.

"You are back! OK, OK, OK! Hahaha... Happy events, happy events, great events!"

Laughing.

He quickly made a message.

This Luoheng Holy Land is naturally much larger than the Wanhua Holy Land.

For a moment.

Those who were close to each other rushed over immediately.

Those who are far away are still trying their best to come.

Zuo Yang left and returned.

It's like a dream to them!

“Get out of here.”

Zuo Yang was a little unhappy when he saw that he was surrounded by others.

"I want to see the Holy Lord."

"Are you Zuo Yang?"

Suddenly.

An angry shout came from the air, but it was a young man, followed by dozens of people, and instantly landed in front of Zuo Yang.

"You still have the face to come back!"

It's different from the joy of others.

All the people behind him looked bad.

"who is he?"

Zuo Yang frowned.

"this……"

The old man at the gate was a little embarrassed.

"After you leave, this is the new Holy Son."

“…”

Zuo Yang was silent for a moment, looking straight at the young man, his face calm.

"From today, you're not."

"What did you say!"

"I come back."

Zuo Yang thought about it.

"Continue to be the Holy Son."

"presumptuous!"

The young man was furious.

"The position of the Holy Son is the foundation of the holy land and needs to be tested many times. How can you just take it as long as you want..."

"Hahaha……"

Sudden.

A burst of laughter came.

The sound is huge and distant, and it actually resonates with the great way.

"So you're serious?"

Silently.

An old man with a red face, covered in veil clothes, and white hair and barefoot fell in front of Zuo Yang.

"Holy Lord!"

Everyone saluted.

"Zuo Yang!"

The Holy Lord Luoheng ignored them at all, just stared at Zuo Yang, and the ecstasy in his heart was not concealed. "Do you know, I have been waiting for you for so many years. I just have a lower cultivation level back then.

When you leave, it will be the realm of heavenly tribulation..."

“Busy cooking.”

Zuo Yang interrupted him.

"No time to break through."

"It's not hard, it's not hard."

The Holy Lord Luoheng dared not force him.

"It's good that you can come back. Breaking through this kind of thing is never a problem for you. When do you want..."

"besides."

Zuo Yang interrupted him again.

"Be a Son, have the conditions."

"Though say it!"

"I want that soul-absorbing fruit."

"Give!"

The Holy Lord Luoheng waved his hand.
To be continued...