Today's Yang Junshan is no longer the Wu Xia Amen trapped in the world of Zhoutian. He also knows a thing or two about the gestation of many star realms in the starry sky.
Because of this, he naturally knew what an opportunity this Taichu Xuan Light was.
"Ancestor is extremely powerful, this thing should be refined by Ancestor!"
"Haha, grandson, I already have it, ancestor, and I'm also planning on your grandmother's. Your contribution this time is not small, but you deserve it."
"Then my grandson would be disrespectful!"
Yang Junshan licked his face to please Yang Hongyuan. As for some of his thoughts just now, he was in front of the third level of physical immortality, a middle-grade immortal weapon, and Taichu Xuanguang.
Not worth mentioning! Not worth mentioning!
Yang Hongyuan's ancestors and grandsons did not want to disturb the powerful dragon clan in this star palace. After roughly remembering the location of this generation, they immediately walked towards the depths of the starry sky.
After completely leaving the Aotian Star Realm and returning to the starry sky where Yang Junshan and Murong Qingtian had their final battle, Yang Junshan finally felt the horror of the attack from the one who seemed to be in the Hedao realm.
And Yang Hongyuan also looked solemn, and he lacked the confidence to fight with Hedao Tianzun, especially since he would face the Xingtian Witch Lord in the near future.
It seems that my foundation is still not strong enough. Fortunately, there is still time, and there is still room for improvement in my cultivation and combat power. This time I have also experienced the first or second strength of the Hedao Witch Lord.
The place where Yang Junshan fell was the Hanging Sea in the Beihai Star Palace of the Aotian Star Realm. He had spent several days traveling non-stop before finally returning to the Five Dou Star Palace of the Yuantian Star Realm.
After Yang Junshan's battle, although his cultivation and combat power had improved a lot, he still had to go into seclusion, and the newly obtained immortal weapons had to be practiced, so he immediately ignored them.
In the blink of an eye, several months have passed since the battle between Yang Junshan and Murong Qingtian. The two of them were simultaneously knocked away by a shield wall that evolved from a giant shield.
Moreover, each of them disappeared at the moment of being knocked away. Many monks in the starry sky believed that the two of them had no bones left, and their bodies and souls had disappeared, adding a slight ripple to the already uneasy starry sky.
That's it for the Land of Star Cliff. Yang Junshan's cheap grandson appeared suddenly. Now he is as bright as a shooting star but quickly falls, but it has little impact on the Land of Star Cliff.
When the Lord of Star Cliff was in the Yuanshen Realm, he could defend the Five Dou Star Palace with the support of the Ru clan and Xun Shu and his son, not to mention that now the Lord of Star Cliff has advanced to the Golden Immortal level.
Although the guardian immortal formation of Xingya was defeated by Murong Qingtian, it was in a precarious state, which damaged the prestige of the place of Xingya.
But there are only so many Da Luo Immortal Lords in the entire universe, and how many Da Luo Immortal Lords dare to knock on the door in a brazen name.
Not only did Star Cliff Land officially advance to the Golden Fairy Realm, it also made many of the top forces in Starry Sky lower their guard.
Apart from the loss of Yang Junshan, the cheap grandson of the Golden Immortal Peak, there really wasn't much to lose.
However, Murong Qingtian's disappearance was considered by outsiders to be a death, but for the Heliu Sect, it was a devastating disaster that shook the foundation of the sect.
With Murong Qingtian here, the Heliu Sect is a Daluo force. Without Murong Qingtian, the Heliu Sect will fall into the Jinxian power and cannot maintain its original interests at all.
To make matters worse, in recent years, the Heliu Sect has lost three Chunyang Yuanshen deacons, and then Tang Ruoqing, the second guardian of the middle-stage Golden Immortal.
In addition to the missing Murong Qingtian, the Heliu Sect, a long-established Da Luo force and the overlord of the large-scale star realm Hun Tian Star Realm, has lost almost half of its strength.
Although because of the ten thousand years of prestige of Murong Qingtian and the Heliu Sect, no one has taken action against him yet.
But if Murong Qingtian doesn't show up for a long time, the various forces in Xingkong will probably not let go of the Heliu Sect.
In addition to external troubles, the Heliu Sect also has internal worries.
Although the remaining three Golden Immortal Protectors and the nine Chunyang Deacons are united on the surface, they have their own thoughts secretly.
The battle between Yang Junshan and Murong Qingtian not only affected the two families, but also the ghost clan.
From the information they had already heard, the ghost tribe also speculated like Murong Qingtian that Ghost Ancestor Yu Gui might have obtained the final benefit, and they were a little happy at first.
But as time goes by, there is no news from Yu Yan, the ghost ancestor, which makes the ghost clan more and more uneasy.
However, the two parties involved, Murong Qingtian and Yang Junshan, died in a battle, and now they can no longer even find out the news.
Unless we start again from the Heliu Sect and Xingya, but now that Emperor Yama is in seclusion, the whereabouts of the five ghost ancestors are unknown.
How could the ghost clan with only one Daluo and three golden immortals dare to start the war lightly?
The starlight is quiet, slowly gathering and flowing in the land of Star Cliff, forming a group of deep and misty nebulae.
On this day, sensing the Yan Zheng Confucian Immortal coming from afar, Yang Hongyuan raised the corner of his mouth and called out Yang Junshan, who had been in seclusion for five years.
"Ancestor?"
"My grandson, the excerpt at the beginning of the Great Luo Banquet has reached its final twist. It's time to sing the third act."
Facing the confused Yang Junshan, Yang Hongyuan raised the corners of his mouth and spoke slowly.
"ha?"
"Ancestor, I haven't recovered from my injuries yet. You are willing to let me drag this seriously injured body to sing the last part of the opera.
It's okay that I didn't succeed at the beginning, but if I ruin your grand plan, my grandson will die forever. . . . "
Yang Junshan's hair stood on end as he listened to his ancestor's familiar words. His brain was running rapidly, his thoughts were clearer than ever before, and he spoke with sincerity.
There was really no flaw in that look and tone, and it looked like they had been rehearsed.
"This third scene is a big one, and your three-two-pound bones are not enough to fill it up. The ancestor will go out personally."
Before Yang Junshan could finish speaking, Yang Hongyuan stopped talking and spoke again.
"Ahem, my ancestor has great magical powers. I will have no worries about your fate. My grandson can also rest in peace and recover from his injuries. He will continue to retreat. I wish my ancestor a triumphant return. My grandson will retire now..."
Yang Junshan did not feel ashamed at being looked down upon, and fluently spoke the words he had prepared for him.
"This third scene is your chance to advance to Da Luo."
Yang Hongyuan glanced at Yang Junshan with a half-smile, as if his ancestor was very considerate and would never force you.
"Ancestor, as the saying goes, if you have something to do, the disciple will do your best.
It would be unfilial to your grandson to bother you, old man.
Now that your father and grandfather are no longer with you, how can such a big event be without your grandchildren?
Although your grandson's power is low, he is still willing to be a pawn and stand out, leading the horse and setting the stirrups for you, the old man. "
"Well, dear grandson, my ancestor's love for you has not been in vain!"
In such a filial piety, Shu Sheng Yan Zheng, who had hosted the Great Luo Banquet for Yan Zong Sheng, was welcomed in by Han Zhong.
