Five hundred years, a lot of changes! Xiao Yun felt a little uneasy and frightened in his heart. Five hundred years is really a long time. Who knows what the situation is outside now.
What is the current situation in the Chaos Holy Land? Xiao Yun is very worried.
You know, there are many old people in the Holy Land of Chaos who are nearing the end of their lifespan. Will they still be alive after five hundred years? Fortunately for Lei Zu, after all, he was promoted to quasi-emperor and his lifespan has been extended by a thousand years, which is only half of it.
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But it seems that there are only so many of the Immortal Ancestors left. I wonder if he has been promoted to quasi-emperor? And his parents, whose cultivation level is not high in the first place and have not reached the extraordinary realm, may not survive the five hundred years.
"Little friend, what evidence do you have to prove that you are Dugu Qiubai?" Dugu Shengtian's words pulled Xiao Yun back.
Xiao Yun searched his little world and took out Dugu Jian's identity token and Dugu Jian's magic sword.
At this time, he was no longer prepared to hide Dugu Shengtian and Dugu Qitian.
"Senior, my real name is actually Xiao Yun, and I am the Holy Son of the Holy Land of Chaos.
"Back then, my avatar changed my name to Dugu Qiubai and entered the battlefield of ten thousand monsters. I accidentally entered the graveyard of senior Dugujian and obtained his inheritance."
"...Xiao Yun was very sincere and told these things one by one.
Now, he no longer needs to hide the truth.
After all, his strength is already invincible and he is not afraid of his identity being exposed at all.
"Xiao Yun?" "The Son of God from the Holy Land of Chaos who has long since fallen in the Holy Land of Taichu?" After hearing this, Dugu Shengtian and Dugu Qitian and his son were both dumbfounded.
Compared to Dugu Qiubai, Xiao Yun's name is too loud.
Even though five hundred years have passed, the name Xiao Yun is still remembered by many people.
Firstly, Xiao Yun's original talent was too strong.
Secondly, Xiao Yun's death was too heroic. He broke into the Holy Land of Taichu alone, rescued the Holy Land of Chaos, and caused heavy losses to the Holy Land of Taichu.
Third, Xiao Yun's follower Zhao Wuji is now famous throughout the world, dominating the imperial road, and is one of the most powerful people in the world.
When people talk about Zhao Wuji, they cannot ignore that Zhao Wuji was once a follower of Xiao Yun, so they naturally remember Xiao Yun.
"I didn't expect that my little friend is actually the peerless Son of God from the Holy Land of Chaos!" Dugu Shengtian looked at Xiao Yun across from him with a look of disbelief on his face.
He did not doubt Xiao Yun's words. After all, the identity token and magic sword Xiao Yun took out showed his identity.
What's more, Xiao Yun has just surpassed him, the great saint, with his semi-saint cultivation. This shows that his talent is so strong that it is the best in his realm. Only the legendary Son of God from the Holy Land of Chaos has such talent.
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"Wait, let's put it this way, Xiao Shenzi can be regarded as the descendant of the ancestor Dugujian, and the ancestor Dugujian is my grandfather's generation, then I..." Dugu Qitian next to him suddenly started to coo.
Dugu Shengtian's face froze.
Nima, what kind of seniority are you still worrying about at this time?
Wait and see if I don't beat you to death.
However, since Dugu Qitian mentioned ‘seniority’, Dugu Shengtian could no longer ignore it.
Looking at Xiao Yun opposite, Dugu Shengtian smiled bitterly and said: "In terms of seniority, you and I are the same generation, I... I should call you junior brother.
"Xiao Yun: "..." He was speechless. Now it's better. Bai Tian's father has become his eldest nephew.
Dugu Qitian on the side looked up at the sky, looking like he was about to cry without tears.
Then shouldn’t I call him Uncle Master? At this moment, Dugu Qitian felt extremely regretful.
When his Qilin son Dugu Baitian recognized Xiao Yun as his uncle, he was very angry and beat his son more than once.
Thinking about it now, it would be better to recognize this brother then than to be one generation higher than Xiao Yun now.
Now it's better, we could call each other brothers and sisters, but now we can only call them uncle.
"Ahem!" Xiao Yun was choked by the brainstorming of the father and son. He said with an embarrassed look: "You two seniors don't have to be like this. Although I have received the inheritance from senior Dugujian, I have not officially become a disciple after all. We still have our own ways.
Let’s talk about each.
It's fate that I met Bai Tian...nephew, so you two can just call me Xiao Yun.
"How can that be done?" Dugu Shengtian immediately shook his head after hearing this and said: "You can't mess with the seniority. You have the inheritance of Uncle Dugujian, and you are my junior brother."
Qitian, call me Uncle!" Dugu Qitian on the side suppressed his blush and said nothing. It was not until Dugu Shengtian glared at him and saw his father's clenched fist that he shouted unwillingly: "Master
...Uncle!" Xiao Yun smiled awkwardly.
"Come, junior brother, we hit it off right away, come to my place for a drink first.
Qi Tian, hurry up and prepare the food and drinks.
"Dugu Shengtian was very happy, pulled Xiao Yun and left.
Dugu Qitian looked at the backs of the two of them with some resentment, feeling bitter in his heart.
At first he didn't let his son call him uncle, but now he wants to call him uncle.
Alas, how should we deal with this? He is my son's uncle and my master's uncle.
Wait!!! Then am I not the same generation as my son? Dugu Qitian fell into a daze, and certain images appeared in his mind——Dugu Baitian came back from outside, and when he saw him, he shouted: "
Dad, brother!" Dugu Qitian looked at Dugu Baitian and said with a smile: "Son, brother!" This scene is really scary.
Dugu Qitian shuddered, shook his head, and quickly went to prepare the food and drinks.
...The Dugu family lived a very simple life, and the houses they built were very simple.
Even a great sage like Dugu Shengtian only lives in a bamboo house.
The cool bed outside the bamboo house was filled with wine and food.
Xiao Yun and Dugu Shengtian were drinking and chatting, and their nephew Dugu Qitian was helping pour the wine.
Xiao Yun glanced around, looked at Dugu Shengtian opposite, and sighed with admiration: "Senior brother's family has lived a very simple life, it's like returning to nature. No wonder the Dugu family's swordsmanship dominates the world and is known as the Sword Saint Family.
"He admired him very much. Such a family lived in seclusion in the mountains and forests, lived in poverty every day, and devoted themselves solely to the art of swordsmanship. They were really a model for practitioners in the world.
"Ahem, it's easy to talk about, it's easy to talk about, my junior brother is so impressed.
"When Dugu Shengtian heard this, he choked on his wine, coughed, and then said awkwardly.
Dugu Qitian next to him also had a sarcastic look on his face.
What simplicity! How glorious and majestic the Dugu family was back then. The buildings like pavilions and pavilions and the magnificent palaces are nothing compared to the pile of rags now.
However, all of that was destroyed by Madman Jun. This bastard inexplicably attacked their Dugu family and destroyed their Dugu family. Now these buildings were rebuilt later and can barely be occupied.
Fortunately, Kuangren Jun was killed by a strong man from the Chaos Holy Land, which helped the Dugu family breathe a sigh of relief. Now that I think about it, it must be related to the 'junior brother' in front of him.
Dugu Shengtian couldn't help but feel grateful to Xiao Yun.