"Why don't you just agree to him and kill him while he's sick?" Someone secretly sent a message to his friend.
"I think it's feasible. Now that the monument doesn't exist, the Heaven's Heart Seal can't be condensed at all. This kid is simply wishful thinking in wanting to attain enlightenment." Someone murmured something, and immediately spoke first to show his loyalty to Zhao Wuji: "Fellow Daoist Zhao!
This emperor is willing to help you attain enlightenment!"
Seeing someone speaking, the others looked over and saw that the man was covered with six wings and had an eagle nose and a human mouth. He was the rumored ancestor of the Six-Winged Tianpeng Clan!
It is said that the ancestors of this ancient family gave birth to two great emperors hundreds of thousands of years ago. They were of a veritable bloodline of great emperors, and they also gave birth to clansmen with the blood of Cangtian Ba. They once used the quasi-emperor of the Nine Heavens to defeat two supreme emperors.
"Good fellow, Lao Pengzi, you're not dead yet." Someone recognized him and spoke immediately.
"Shameless Snake! It's you!" Peng Gaozu heard the sound and looked over. He was also an acquaintance! Ancestor of the Xuan Snake lineage! The two of them were top figures of their generation!
"I'll go, it's the Ancient Black Snake Clan!" Someone was horrified.
Both of these two major families have profound backgrounds. There have been great emperors and emperors, and there should be imperial soldiers in their families. However, as they became more powerful, they wanted to refine their own magical weapons, so they did not carry them with them.
They came this time and suffered the loss of not bringing the imperial soldiers with them. If they had brought the imperial soldiers with them, maybe the situation would be a little... better.
They didn't dare to vouch for it. After all, they had foresight and the imperial soldiers were useless and couldn't hurt the young man!
"Little friend, I'm here to help you." At this moment, someone who had never appeared in the Southern Territory quickly appeared in everyone's sight.
The source of the voice was a man whose appearance was unclear and only a shadow was reflected, but many people felt extremely oppressed and intimidated!
Zhang Deshuai, in particular, knelt down on the spot when he saw this voice: "Disciple pays homage to Lord Gaozu."
The transition of this scene really left everyone stunned.
You want to know who Zhang Deshuai is? He was the top Yuantian Master of the generation ten thousand years ago! He outlines the mountains, rivers and earth and uses his Yuan Technique, which can definitely match the attack of the Ji Dao Emperor's soldiers!
Now in this era where great emperors don't appear, this handsome man is truly the best in his era!
However, due to his unknown old age and red hair, in order to avoid this curse-like disaster, he disappeared and left the Yuantian Grand Sect.
And even he had to call the other person Gaozu, which shows how terrifying the phantom that appeared this time was!
"Avoid disasters and treat the people you hide like dogs, making no distinction between good and bad?" The phantom said to Zhang Deshuai with a slight scolding: "What others say is evil is evil. When did you learn to be so adaptable?
The temper of the rudder.”
"Disciple... I admit my mistake." Zhang Deshuai was sweating profusely and very frightened. Even though his vitality was stronger than before, it was still difficult to disobey the reprimand of the person in front of him.
When Zhao Wuji saw this change, he was also confused. He admired this phantom very much. Zhang Deshuai was considered to be one of the most outstanding people in the world. He didn't expect to be so afraid of this person.
"Little friend! It's me!" At this moment, in the sky, someone was waving towards Zhao Wuji. It was none other than Wu Shengtian, the old Source Master from before: "I invited the leader. He saw you and gave it to me.
The source book came out and manifested immediately..."
Hearing this, Zhao Wuji was slightly pleasantly surprised. He didn't expect that Mr. Wu was such a good friend. He almost cried. Then he was moved and cursed in his heart: "I thank you, the eighth generation master, the situation is already chaotic enough."
Well, you still invite such a heaven-defying existence. According to what you just said, he didn’t come out of seclusion just for the Yuan Tianshu on my body. Then there is a ghost! What a fool..."
Of course, he was just muttering in his heart, but on the surface he still maintained his basic qualities and smiled brightly: "Thank you, Mr. Wu, for your love for me, I can't thank you enough!"
There was a pause.
Zhao Wuji looked at the phantom that appeared in the void. The feeling of oppression was indeed stronger than that of any quasi-emperor of the Nine Heavens present. If he guessed correctly, the leader of the Yuantian Sect, the great ancestor of Zhang Deshuai, was definitely a presence comparable to the great emperor...
That is the consensus of monks, an alternative way of enlightenment!
"Master Yuantian has lived for who knows how long. It is said that he was a contemporary of the last Emperor Pingtian who lived for 100,000 years!"
"What the hell? The news is so exciting?"
"Grapevine news, most people don't know it at all!"
"It was accidentally leaked last time when Zhang Deshuai and I were drinking." A skinny Taoist priest murmured.
"Wang Nimad, don't spit blood! Is this a man who talks nonsense after drinking?" Zhang Deshuai immediately became anxious when he heard this. Doesn't this mean that he is selling him out?
Unexpectedly, there were groups of three, five, and four or six here, all of whom were quasi-emperors of the same generation. Zhao Wuji was also a little speechless about this. No wonder they were hiding and holding back, otherwise he would have fought this battle.
It will take more time, at least it won't be as easy as now.
"Gaozu, please listen to my explanation!" Zhang Deshuai grimaced and was about to start making up random things.
"It doesn't matter, I am indeed a person from a hundred thousand years ago, and I am still a close friend with Emperor Pingtian. It is a pity that immortality is not allowed. Time will eventually come to an end, and the emperor is no exception." It seems that even the Great Ancestor Yuantian is a little annoyed with him.
The most proud disciple interrupted him and spoke, sighing a little, as if he knew some secrets.
When everyone was confirmed, everyone was stunned.
You know, the average lifespan of a person who attains enlightenment and becomes an emperor is only 20,000 to 30,000 years. For 30,000 years, he has to rely on elixirs to extend his life and stretch to the extreme... They did not expect that the great ancestor of the Yuantian Sect in front of them was actually ten years old.
Thousands of years ago! Still alive! Lived for a hundred thousand years!
"The Great Holy Body, an alternative way of enlightenment, the furthest one can only live for seventy thousand years..." Zhao Wuji thought of the ancient Holy Body Great Masters in the Zhetian Realm. There was indeed one who was not an emperor but lived for seventy thousand years.
Thousands of years.
But there is still a big difference between 70,000 years and 100,000 years. This can be seen from the great ancestor of the Yuantian Sect! He definitely has the means to extend his own life!
"Could it be...could it be that you are the ancestor of Yuantian, Chen Changsheng?" someone exclaimed!
"It is rumored in unofficial history that Emperor Pingtian did have an old friend who was proficient in Source Technique! At that time, Chen Changsheng had been named the Patriarch of Source Heaven! Also known as Chen Budie! The only one who was not afraid of his old age even though he was a Source Master.
Because of its unknown existence, one hundred thousand years ago there was still a name that was resounding in the contemporary world - the red-haired monster!" Some people became more and more excited as they talked about it.
"I've also heard that at that time, the word "red-haired monster" was by no means a derogatory term. On the contrary, in that era, these three words were synonymous with the oppression of an era. Emperor Pingtian was suppressed by him before he became enlightened.
It wasn't until he became emperor that he tied with him! That's why he was called Emperor Pingtian!" A quasi-emperor from the Taikoo tribe stared! Apparently there are some unofficial histories passed down from his ancestors!
"What kind of person is this? It's a pity that he seems to be here to help Zhao Wuji. If he is here to kill this little devil, it should be easy." Although some people were convinced by Zhao Wuji on the surface, they still didn't bow their heads and murmured to themselves.