"The ancestor of the undead is still alive." Zhao Yun said that he would not stop dying without being surprised.
"Impossible." Before the gods could be surprised, they heard Di Feng's words.
Recalling back then, he was present at the battle between Taiyu and the ancestor of the undead. He saw that man with his own eyes. How could he still be alive when he was reduced to ashes?
"check it out."
Zhao Yun flicked his sleeves again and created an illusory water curtain.
The scene performed in the water curtain is exactly the ancient forest where the ancestor of the undead claimed to be, including the altar and the sarcophagus of the undead, all perfectly presented.
"this.."
When the gods saw this, they were stunned for a moment.
After being stunned, they all looked at Di Feng again.
Di Feng's eyes were slightly narrowed, and the light in his eyes was uncertain.
Did he see that battle wrong? Is there another hidden secret?
"Aren't you going to say a few words?" The Barbarian God and the Ape God poked at the candle sky. The meaning of their words was also obvious. You were once the ruler of the mortal world. Now that you know that the ancestor of the undead is still alive in the world, for
Why don’t you say it!
"Once upon a time, I might have known."
Zhukong stroked his beard, and the few words he said were meaningful and meaningful.
The gods can understand it, especially Wudao and Hades, who are most sensitive to it.
Are the gods so stupid? When every sanctioner abdicates, many of their memories will be erased. It is normal for Zhukong not to remember.
"Since they are alive, let's work together to kill them."
The ancestor god shouted loudly, and a cold fire flashed in his eyes.
There was no need for him to do pre-war mobilization, and all the gods were filled with murderous intent, because the undead lineage had never done anything to human affairs. Looking back at the time of our ancestors, more than 90% of the people present had a grudge against them.
As the saying goes,
There is hatred and revenge, and there is hatred and hatred.
Is it possible to keep that guy for the New Year?
The ancestor of the undead?
Kuang Yingjie, who was healing in the eternal world, was confused and confused.
Beside her, Yue Xin didn't know why. She only knew that the ancestor of the undead must be a terrifying existence. Otherwise, how could it happen?
Attracted so many great gods.
"Where's Luna?"
Zhao Yun asked while swallowing the pill.
"I haven't returned yet, I'm afraid I'm still recovering from my injuries in reincarnation."
"Don't worry, the Huang Shen soldiers will blow themselves up and it won't kill her."
"I can't see my heart at all." Zhao Yun tried his best to reshape his body.
"I'm looking for you in the turbulence of time and space again." The ape god wiped it again and again with a stick.
"Again?" Mr. Zhao heard this and raised his eyebrows again.
What do you mean, she ran back and forth several times?
But it's right to think about it. His wife is a peerless master in the field of time. The turbulence cannot trap her. If it were Tai Xi, it would be easier.
"I've been trapped in the turbulent flow for nearly a thousand years, why haven't I met you?" Zhao Yun muttered, but the old Taoist who was chasing him had bumped into him several times.
Mentioning the old Taoist, he looked at the gods again and asked tentatively,
"There is a kind of bloodline in the world that is born with the power of pseudo-heaven."
"Of course this exists, the legendary body of pseudo-heaven."
"According to legend, this bloodline is closely related to the origin of the universe."
"Well, it has something to do with the way of heaven. His body is extremely strong."
As the topic changed, the gods began to chat, some touched their chins, some stroked their beards, and the tone of their words became deeper than the other, just saying: I have rich experience, and I am nicknamed "know-it-all" by others.
"You can recognize him."
Zhao Yun opened the Chaos Eye and projected a picture in front of the gods.
It was a turbulent scene, and the figure of the old Taoist could be clearly seen. The power of the pseudo-heaven was like a vast sea, accompanying the whole body, and every strand was dyed with the color of time and space.
Seeing this, the whole place fell silent.
Those old guys who think they know everything are embarrassed
color.
Apart from being embarrassed, there was also an expression called surprise in his eyes.
They were embarrassed because they didn't recognize the person in the painting.
And surprise is unconcealable disbelief.
In this world, there is actually a pseudo-heaven inheritance, hidden in the turbulence of time and space.
"Pseudo God." Di Feng said vaguely, breaking the silence of the scene.
"Is he a fake god?"
"I have little knowledge and have never heard of it."
"Have you heard of Yinquan? One of the supreme inheritances declined because of his gift. Back then, one man and one sword slashed the eighteen god kings of Yinquan, causing great damage to the foundation of the restricted area, and he was self-proclaimed for who knows how many years.
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The gods were all talking and it was noisy again.
Zhao Yun was a listener, and the more he listened, the more he felt that the old man's strength was unreasonable.
After killing eighteen divine kings in a row, that was just what Taiyu Divine General was doing back then!
"Did he send you out of the space-time turbulence?" Di Feng said with a smile.
"Almost." Zhao Yun coughed dryly and opened another water curtain.
This time, the scene that appeared in the water curtain was the scene of Young Master Zhao being raped by the fake Taoist priest. After hammering and hammering, Young Master Zhao disappeared.
"What do you call this?" Zhukong glanced at Zhao Yun.
"If it weren't for his time and space, I wouldn't have had an instant enlightenment."
"If you think about it, there's nothing wrong with it."
The ancestor god put his hands in his hands and looked at Mr. Zhao seriously for a few more times.
The expressions of the gods are basically the same, and this guy is awesome! In the turbulent flow of time and space without the suppression of the universe, he was able to escape against a top-level fake god, and he was still alive. It is really shocking.
.
"Invite him into the group?"
Wu Dao touched his chin, took a moment, and glanced at Di Feng.
As soon as these words came out, all the supreme beings also looked at each other, what is Taiyu Divine General! He recognized the false Taoist priests and could not maintain friendship with each other. At the worst, he also sympathized with each other.
, if he can fool the gods into coming, he will have a fighting power that is incomparable to the heavens.
"When you see him again, don't say that you and Tai Xi are a couple."
Under the attention of the gods, Di Feng said this.
The words were spoken to Zhao Yun, and they were said with sincerity and sincerity.
"Why." Zhao Yun was puzzled.
"Back then, he chased the queen."
The God-killing General, who had never woken up from his sleep, suddenly interrupted.
"Chase and kill?" Zhao Yun asked tentatively, his imagination was very strange.
"Who gave him the courage to chase and kill the Queen?" The God-killing General looked disdainful.
"If it's not a pursuit, it's a love rival."
God Ancestral is not the only one who is hiding his hand.
The old guys present all stuffed their restless hands into their sleeves, and looked meaningfully at Shen Chao's handler, turning around in a big circle. It turned out that the fake
God is right! You have conquered the goddess in other people's minds. It's strange that you are pleasing to the eye.
If a man of Ming Dynasty doesn't speak secretly, I don't like him.
Zhao Yun's expression as he gradually gets better is particularly deep.
You can meet your love rival in turbulence, and they are indeed destined to be together.
"It doesn't matter. When beating a dog, it still depends on the owner?"
The ancestral god is the ancestral god, and speaking means being knowledgeable.
"Ninth World Shinhwa's little temper is really good."
"If the Fairy Queen gets mad, she will be very scary."
Once the elders get together, they will talk about a lot of truths. In short: Just eat the soft rice honestly. If you really can't swallow it, just howl, and leave the rest to your wife and your teacher.
respect.
Zheng!
Mr. Zhao carried Long Yuan and sat cross-legged, immersed in peeling apples.
He is as leisurely as if nothing has happened, but silence is better than sound. Let's talk about whether this is the mortal world, or whether he is a divine dynasty. A wise and powerful leader, these idle and miserable old guys are in particular need to be dealt with.