What caught Chen Xuan's attention the most was the Pangu clan among the five major organizers.
They were a dozen tall men, about three meters tall, with bronze skin. They had strong and perfect bodies, without any flaws. They exuded a wild and ancient coercion, which was very intimidating.
"Pangu tribe?"
Fu Sheng, who has always liked to study ancient secrets, immediately became interested, "According to some ancient books I have read, the real Pangu clan should be more than this high. These giants may not be pure-blooded Pangu clan, or they may just be separated from the prehistoric Pangu clan. Many generations of descendants.”
"If you are not a pure-blooded Pangu clan, with such a strong aura, wouldn't the real Pangu clan be the Saint King of Everyone?"
Mu Feiping was quite surprised.
Bei Gongxian also felt a little surprised: "I didn't expect that there are still descendants of the Pangu tribe alive. It seems that these dozen giants haven't woken up for a long time."
Chen Xuan thought of the ancestral giant in the third floor of the Eight-Bud Pagoda.
According to Fu Sheng, the ancestor giant may be the real Pangu clan.
Perhaps there is some connection between the ancestor giant and these dozen descendants of the Pangu tribe.
The emergence of the Pangu tribe also triggered heated discussions among other forces.
Many people discussed it in amazement and marveled.
Meng Zhiji continued: "Since you all have no objections, let's do it first..." Halfway through his words, a cold-looking middle-aged female cultivator standing on the other side of the high platform suddenly frowned slightly and looked up.
"Fellow Daoist Lianxia, what's wrong?"
Meng Zhiji asked with respect.
This female cultivator is the leader of the Red Dust Immortal Sect, her Taoist name is "Lianxia", and she has extraordinary strength, so both Meng Zhiji and the rulers of other ancient forces must give her some respect.
Lianxia had a cold personality and did not respond to Meng Zhiji. Instead, she looked at Chen Xuan and Qiye who were standing on the highest peak: "How can a few juniors from the seventh era stand at the highest point?
No big or small.”
After hearing what Lianxia said, everyone started talking.
"Isn't the representative of the Seventh Era the Crimson Moon?
Why are there so many more juniors here?"
"They seem to be the disrespectful descendants of the Seventh Era two days ago. They actually dared to sneak into the Halloween Convention. They are simply lawless."
Hearing the reprimands from all parties, Mu Feiping chuckled softly: "We are not here to participate in the Halloween Convention. We are just here to watch you, isn't it okay?"
"Onlookers?"
All ancient era forces felt an invisible insult.
Among the tens of thousands of them, which one of them was not a saint who was once glorious in an era, but was actually surrounded by twelve juniors from the Seventh Era?
Lianxia's face immediately turned cold: "Fellow Daoist Meng, have you sent them invitations?"
"No."
Meng Zhiji was afraid that Lianxia would be angry, so he quickly sent a message, "Those juniors from the Seventh Era, one of them is the Evil Emperor Chen Xuan, and he has the wordless immortal tablet of the Supreme Lord on his body. It is not completely impossible to keep them here." It’s useless.”
When she heard the words "Wordless Immortal Monument", Lianxia's eyes moved slightly.
She thought for a while and said nothing more.
"Everyone, please just ignore these ignorant juniors. The most important thing right now is to discuss how to protect the Ancestral Star."
Meng Zhiji's expression became slightly more serious, suppressing the discussion in the entire Immortal Valley.
"The eternal taboo has been broken, and the Pangu clan in charge of the ancestral stars has awakened. We specially invited the leader of the Pangu clan, Senior Pan Feng, and his descendants to come forward as the organizers of the Halloween Conference. The four ancestral stars that are implicated in the fate of the major star regions are in Pangu. Senior Feng."
Hearing what Meng Zhiji said, everyone looked at the tallest white-bearded old man among the Pangu tribe.
The white-bearded old man looked majestic and solemn. Without saying a word, he turned his palm, and four bright ancient stars slowly rotated in his palm. The incomparably vast and surging aura of chaos emitted, shocking the soul of every saint.
Teru Yuzora, who was still playing chess leisurely, was finally moved.
"Master Hazora Teru, you are truly the ancestral star."
Mr. An's eyes were full of disbelief.
"very good."
Yu Kongzhao said these two words calmly, without saying anything.
Di Yunche's eyes flashed with blazing passion, thinking that if he could absorb the power of the four ancestral stars, he could surpass Yu Kongzhao in one fell swoop and rule the Eternal Era.
"Is this the so-called ancestral star?"
On the highest peak, Xingluo members also showed expressions of surprise.
The moment Panfeng sacrificed the four ancestral stars, Chen Xuan was sure that the aura of the ancestral stars was exactly the same as the aura of the ancestor giants in the Eight Pagodas.
There is indeed a great connection between the two.
Over the years, Chen Xuan has continuously absorbed the origin of the realm for the ancestor giant, just to reshape the prehistoric world.
If he could get these four ancestral stars, Chen Xuan had no doubt that the ancestral giant could help him shape the foundation of the prehistoric world.
Next, Pan Feng said in a tone as thick as a mountain: "These are the four ancestral stars born in the beginning of the world. They, together with the World Tree, the Supreme Immortal Qi of the Absolute Beginning, the Fire of the Absolute Beginning and other major divine objects, are the foundation of the prehistoric world.
; The four ancestral stars are involved in the life and death of countless star fields.
Decay, they can absorb all the stars in the universe and reshape the prehistoric world. As long as one is destroyed by the Burial Immortal, a large star field will fall apart. What we have to do is to use the four ancestral stars to create a new era, and in this process
We need to constantly resist the invasion of the Burial Immortal."
"Everyone should understand, right?
Our mission is to protect the Pangu clan and the four ancestral stars, which are our greatest and last hope."
Meng Zhiji spoke impassionedly.
Halfway up the mountain, a foreign emperor asked: "Can a dozen Pangu tribe use the four ancestral stars to reshape the prehistoric world and create a new era?"
Other powerful people also have this question.
Meng Zhiji looked towards Panfeng.
To everyone's unexpected disappointment, Pan Feng shook his head: "Only the Ancestral Giant of our Pangu clan can use the four ancestral stars to reshape the prehistoric world. However, the Ancestral Giant has passed away with our ancestors, so we must find another way."
Everyone was stunned when they heard this.
"Even you Pangu tribe can't do it, so how can we do it?"
If the emperors and saints present were asked to create a star or even resurrect a star field, they could do it by using various magical powers that have been passed down through the ages.
But reshaping the ancient world is something that even the Holy Kings cannot do.
Even though there are four ancestral stars, these four ancestral stars are only one of several major sources of the prehistoric world, and there are other sources of divine objects that are missing.
For a while, some people frowned, some sighed, and some shook their heads, but no one came up with a useful method.
"You can use the Wordless Immortal Tablet for divination."
Suddenly someone spoke with a smile.
Everyone looked at this person, and it was Yu Kongru who put down the chess piece in his hand.
"Fellow Daoist Yu reminded me!"
Meng Zhiji's eyes lit up, and he turned his gaze to Chen Xuan on the highest peak, "The wordless immortal stele forged by the Supreme Lord can predict and predict everything in the past and the future; Evil Emperor Chen Xuan, at present, you still want to hide the immortal secretly."
