Lin Yiyi smiled heartily, but her eyes were inexplicably red.
She knew clearly that Qin Yan regarded her as a relative from the beginning to the end, and there were several confidantes beside him, but... she just felt a little reluctant to let him go.
"Hey! Lin Yiyi, are you reluctant to leave me?"
Qin Yan resumed his usual playfulness, but Lin Yiyi did not smile as heartlessly as usual.
She walked to Qin Yan, hugged him tightly, and was silent for a long time.
Qin Yan did not refuse her hug, but his eyes gradually became heavy.
His Tao cannot be limited to the small city of Suoyang, or even to the land of Kyushu.
And Lin Yiyi was destined not to be the one to accompany him in his battles in the world.
The three-year agreement has come and it is time for him to fulfill his oath.
"Qin Yan, don't worry. I will take care of the Qin family for you. No matter where you are, you don't have to worry about the clan."
Lin Yiyi took a deep breath, and a light suddenly bloomed on her face.
Then, she took out a Qiankun bag from her arms and handed it to Qin Yan's hand.
"Here are some clothes and some spiritual treasures from my city lord's palace. Take them with you and don't embarrass me, Lioyang City, when you go out."
"Yiyi..."
Qin Yan's eyes trembled and he stopped talking.
"Okay, forget about mother-in-law and mother-in-law, let's go!"
After saying this, Lin Yiyi turned around and walked towards Lioyang City without any hesitation.
only!!
Tears still flowed down unsatisfactorily.
Originally, she chased him out of the city because she wanted to ask Qin Yan if he could stay.
But when she saw the light in the young man's eyes, she understood that it was impossible.
In this case, all she can do is to protect the Qin family and silently solve all his worries.
"Thanks."
It wasn't until the moment Lin Yiyi's figure was about to disappear that Qin Yan bowed deeply to that seemingly free and easy figure.
But Lin Yiyi just raised her hand and waved without even looking back.
"Boy, Miss Lin is very affectionate towards you."
A sinister laughter suddenly sounded in Qin Yan's ears, but the young man just shook his head helplessly and embarked on the journey again.
Some people, when they turn their heads, may be... never seen again in this life.
"Jiuxiao, do you think I can win this time?"
"Are you afraid that you look down on me?"
"Okay, stop it, I know you are awesome, so let us... shock the world together."
At this time, the land of Zhongzhou.
This is the most prosperous area in Kyushu.
The Black Demon Clan, the most powerful of the three major gods, occupies this land.
"Buzz!"
I saw today, above the Black Demon Holy Mountain, a ray of rays of light suddenly rose into the sky.
Immediately afterwards, wind and clouds thousands of miles away suddenly gathered together, and a terrifying thunderstorm fell from the sky, covering thousands of miles of mountains and rivers.
even!!
Such movement directly awakened many sleeping ancestors of the Black Demon Clan.
Even the powerful men from other forces in Zhongzhou walked out of the ancient temple and looked in the direction of the Black Demon Holy Mountain.
The tens of thousands of tribulation thunders fell and lasted for a full day before dissipating invisible.
And deep in the Black Devil Mountain, a young man wearing heavy armor walked slowly, with flowing black hair, but there was a trace of vicissitudes in his eyes that did not match his age.
"Congratulations to the Holy Son of Tyrant for coming out of seclusion!"
"Welcome the Holy Son!!"
One by one, the black demon tribesmen walked out of the hall, stood tall on the mountain road, and knelt down to worship the black-armored figure.
even!!
Even those Dark Demon Ancestors who had just come out of seclusion had solemn faces and extremely respectful expressions at this time.
It is unimaginable that the ancestor of this clan would actually bow down to a young holy son.
"Is it finally here? The spiritual energy is revived..."
The young man's eyes were cold and indifferent, and his body was full of confusion.
I saw him looking down at his palm, and then shook it suddenly.
"Buzz!"
In a moment, the entire world collapsed and opened, and the avenue disappeared.
"How long have I been asleep?"
"Hui Shengzi, according to the records of the clan, it has been...one hundred and eight thousand years."
One of the white-haired old men smiled brightly, not hiding the excitement in his eyes at all.
That’s right!!
This Tyrant Holy Son is not a contemporary person at all, but an ancient freak of their black demon clan.
At first, the black demons were suppressed by the Realm Lord and expelled to the lower realm. It would be difficult for them to get ahead again.
And Black Batian, who had just broken through to the holy realm, was completely unable to change the fate of the demons.
However, his talent is recognized as the strongest in the history of the Black Demon Clan!!
Not only did he awaken the Holy Body of Nine Heavens, but he also stepped into the Holy Realm at the age of three hundred years.
Such feats can be said to shock the past and the present.
only!!
In this desolate lower realm, no matter how talented Hei Batian is, he will never be able to step out of the shackles of the holy realm, and will eventually perish in the long river of history.
He is not willing to give in, and the Black Demon clan is also not willing to give in.
Therefore, under the blood sacrifices of countless powerful black demons, Black Batian was sealed with the soul of vitality and fell into a deep sleep.
And he became the only opportunity for the Black Demon clan to return to the upper world and even conquer the world again.
For a hundred thousand years, the Black Demon Clan has been waiting for a turmoil.
But now, with the revival of spiritual energy in this world and the opening of the door to the upper world, this opportunity... has finally arrived.
To put it bluntly, with Hei Batian's talent, not to mention the geniuses and monsters in the land of Kyushu, even in the Qingcang world, who can compete with him!
"It's been a thousand years...I really...miss the opponents I used to have."
Hei Batian raised his head and looked at the sky. His era was also the most turbulent era in Qingcang.
The realm lord pushed across the heaven and earth, and all races attacked each other.
At that time, the level of chaos in Qingcang was far from what it is today.
In troubled times, monsters appear everywhere. Although Black Batian cannot be said to have crushed the entire Qingcang generation, there are only a handful of people who can stand shoulder to shoulder with him.
Now, when he woke up from his deep sleep, instead of feeling excited at all, he felt a sense of loneliness.
In the lower realm, it is impossible for anyone to compete with him.
How lonely would this fairy road be if there were no equally matched opponents?
"In this era, the devil will be respected."
"The Holy Son is mighty!!"
"The Holy Son is awesome!!"
"Has anything big happened in Kyushu recently?"
Hei Batian shook his head. This body had not fought for a long time.
He desperately needs an opponent to inspire the suppressed fighting spirit in his heart!
"Back to the Holy Son, the Jiuzhou Holy Meeting is about to be held. At that time, the heroes of the world will gather in Qingzhou to compete for the best in the world. However... Generally, we, the Black Demon Clan, do not participate in such human race holy meetings, and... many lords have descended from the upper world.
The descendants are now looking for the source of spiritual energy recovery."
"The Kyushu Holy Gathering? Then...let's use this holy gathering to announce my return."
Hei Batian nodded lightly, took steps, and headed down the mountain.
As for the upper realm sect, in a region where the shackles of heaven are only the holy realm, he doesn't need to be afraid of anyone at all.
Seeing that burly and upright figure, countless members of the Black Demon clan bowed down again.
"Holy Son of Tyrant, please show your power to our demon clan!!"