Unexpectedly, the rewards in this so-called Saint Disciple Competition would be so generous.
Then, he looked Houtu up and down, and couldn't help but wonder: "Why did you tell me this news?"
"Because I think you should have a good chance to achieve outstanding results, and then you can cooperate with my fellow Wu Clan contestants."
Hou Tu chuckled.
In addition to the disciples of the saint, many races in the ancient world will also participate. It can be said to be the most grand event in the ancient world.
Lin Han made her see great potential, and getting close to such people would also be good for the Wu Clan.
"Okay, let's talk about it then."
Lin Han pondered for a moment and nodded. As a human cultivator of later generations, to be honest, he naturally wanted to see what the disciples of the saints were like from various races in this ancient world.
His current understanding of prehistoric times is still just the tip of the iceberg.
This Saint Disciple Hegemony Competition is a very good opportunity.
Although there are still ten thousand years left, when they reach this stage, time is like running water, and it is the most worthless thing.
Therefore, he didn't think it was too long ago.
"Haha, then I wish us a happy cooperation."
Seeing Lin Han agree, the smile on Hou Tu's face became brighter, and he stretched out his slender hands as white as jade, making a gesture of shaking hands with Lin Han.
Seeing her move, not far away, many members of the Wu clan who were as strong as iron towers were stunned.
This was the goddess in the eyes of their entire witch clan, and she actually took the initiative to shake hands with Lin Han.
This is so jealous.
Many of them were breathing heavily, as if they had a deep hatred for Lin Han, and cast jealous and vicious looks at him.
Although the strength Lin Han showed just now is indeed extraordinary, the witch clan has always been unafraid of heaven and earth. The famous witches among them, such as Descendants, Kuafu, Xingtian, etc., still do not think that they are weaker than Lin Han.
Lin Han had such an honor, which naturally made them feel sad.
The remaining eleven ancestral witches could not be stunned, and immediately looked at each other, with a hint of indifference on their lips, and did not say anything more.
“A pleasure to work with.”
Looking at Hou Tuying's slender hands as white as jade onions, Lin Han was also startled. He smiled softly, very generously, stretched out his palm, and held Hou Tu's jade hands together.
This time he was able to get out of trouble thanks to Hou Tu, and he naturally had a good impression of Hou Tu.
After a quick touch with Hou Tu's jade hand, Lin Han withdrew his palm. Such a polite and superficial gesture undoubtedly made Hou Tu appreciate Lin Han even more.
Houtu's watery eyes curved, staring at the young man's handsome face, and said with a smile: "Then what are your plans next?"
"I'd better go back first."
Lin Han looked around and shrugged.
Although he was very curious about the Great Desolate, he was not a creature from the Great Desolate after all, and he came to the Great Desolate this time just to kill the Great Desolate Sword Lord. Now that he had succeeded, he naturally wanted to go back.
In a true sense, he still belongs to future generations.
"Okay, let's meet again on the eve of the Saint Disciple Hegemony Competition."
Houtu smiled and nodded.
"Um."
Lin Han nodded lightly, and after bidding farewell to Hou Tu, he and Di Jiang and the other eleven ancestral wizards waved slightly to leave. Then with a move of his hand, the void in front of him suddenly rippled like water waves, and then a vast and boundless river of time
, presented from the deep void, every drop of water has countless pictures.
Lin Han did not stop, and with one step, he entered the long river of time. Like a small boat, swimming down the river, he disappeared from the sight of the people behind him in the blink of an eye.
"Tsk, tsk, that's amazing. At this time in the wilderness, it's not easy even for us to summon it. This young man can actually use it like an arm. It's really extraordinary."
Watching the void slowly closing, Zhu Jiuyin couldn't help but admire it.
He is the ancestral witch of time among the twelve ancestral witches. In the prehistoric times, it can be said that almost no one can rival him except the saints when it comes to the operation of the law of time.
But even he can't summon the river of time.
"The prehistoric world is no longer what it used to be. Many of the original laws are being intentionally restricted by the saints. Naturally, we cannot summon the river of time to disturb the prehistoric world."
Hou Tu looked away from the void where Lin Han disappeared, and smiled faintly at Zhu Jiuyin.
In the past, Zhu Jiuyin could be said to be like a fish in water, traveling back and forth at will in the long river of time.
Because of this "somewhat heaven-defying" ability, many saints appeared in the prehistoric era, and several great saints joined forces to seal the origin of the prehistoric world, and the Changhe of Time was one of them.
Only in this way can the prehistoric world reproduce more stably.
In other words, in the ancient times, except for the saints, no one could control the flow of time.
But Lin Han is different. He does not belong to the creatures of the ancient times. The restraints of the saints are of no use to him. Moreover, he can break the barriers left by the saints in the long river of time from the future generations, and travel backwards to the ancient times, which is very unnatural.
Therefore, Lin Han became the only person in the ancient world, other than the saint, who could travel through the long river of time.
This is indeed a very enviable feature.
After all, in the long river of time, you can travel back and forth between the past, present and future at will, and there are many things you can do.
Zhu Jiuyin smiled and nodded. He knew the saint's plan. Even if he was an authentic saint's younger sister, he couldn't change it. Naturally, he couldn't say anything more.
"My dear sister, you admire this young man named Lin Han very much."
Di Jiang was taller than the average ancestral shaman. He looked at Hou Tu with some amusement and chuckled.
Hou Tu smiled faintly, as if he didn't hear the ridicule in Di Jiang's words, and said with a faint smile: "Shouldn't he?
If we get closer to him, our Wu clan will have a greater chance of achieving good results in the Saint Disciple Competition."
She is an authentic saint, isolated and helpless, Sanqing, Ershi, and Nuwa are all saints of heaven.
In previous competitions between saint disciples, the Wu clan was targeted many times, resulting in poor results.
This time, she wanted to fight for the Wu clan.
Di Jiang nodded solemnly, knowing that what Hou Tu said made sense.
The disciples of the Heavenly Saints and all the tribes of the prehistoric times gathered together to exclude the Wu Clan, but they had long been a little bit uncomfortable with it.
"Humph, that's not necessary. You are so close to him. Mr. Houtu, you are also a saint after all. If you can invite him in person, you have given him a lot of face."
Kuafu couldn't help but his face trembled, and he hummed unhappily.
Although in the original prehistoric situation, during the last decisive battle between the witch clan and the demon clan, he chased the ten golden crow princes of the demon clan and died.
