"By the way, the description of reincarnation in Zhetian is very vague, but it seems to exist in the prehistoric world!"
At this moment, Tang Hao suddenly seemed to think of something, and his eyes suddenly lit up.
"As the original realm of all heavens and worlds, the Six Paths of Reincarnation does not know whether it covers other worlds."
"If there is, then it will probably be easy to take ruthless people out of Beidou and go to the primitive world."
Tapping his fingers on the stone table with some uncertainty, Tang Hao decided to wait for this grand gathering of all races to pass before returning to the ancient wilderness to ask the Houtu.
If the prehistoric reincarnation covers other realms, then maybe there is still a slight possibility of finding ruthless man's long-dead brother.
Thinking of this, Tang Hao temporarily put aside the matters at Qinghe and began to concentrate on the scene in front of him.
The ruthless emperor does not kill innocent people indiscriminately, and Qinghe has reached the realm of Xuanxian. Even if there is a conflict, there is still no problem if he can't fight and run away.
After all, the speed of the Qingluan clan is no joke.
At this time, a group of young people were sitting in front of Tang Hao.
This group of people was only a few dozen steps away from Tang Hao, but they seemed to be unable to see him. They all drank and had a good time, feeling very comfortable.
These people are all human race, and Ye Fan and Duan De are among them.
The Divine Silkworm Princess had left before, and after her shock, all the tribes were temporarily at peace.
And Ye Fan also took advantage of this time to get his body back.
The geniuses of the human race also held a gathering and greeted each other.
"Brother Ye, after so many years of separation, you are still as charming as ever."
Hearty laughter sounded in the stone forest, and a young man wearing a golden python robe raised his wine glass and smiled at Ye Fan.
The young man had an outstanding appearance and an extraordinary temperament, and beside him stood a delicate-looking little nun in white.
Who is this guy?
Tang Hao looked at this young man and felt a sense of familiarity, but he couldn't pronounce his name.
"Oh, I wish I would have been more serious when I read the book."
Shaking his head, Tang Hao looked to the other side of the party.
There was also a group of young people sitting there, headed by the Holy Maiden of Yaochi and Holy Son of Light, Li Changqing.
At this time, the Saint of Yaochi was looking at the people in front of her with a smile, showing no pretense of being a Saint.
The people present now are almost all the top talents of the human race.
These people all know each other, and some of them used to have some grievances, but now, those old stories have become a kind of joke.
The recovery of all races has allowed them to put aside their past grievances.
A group of people exchanged cups and cups, temporarily forgetting the confusion of the human race's future.
As the Holy Son of Yaoguang Holy Land, Li Changqing's status among this group of people can be considered relatively high.
It's just that he has kept a low profile for so many years, so not many people talk to him.
At this time, he was sitting in front of a stone table, his expression was calm and profound, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
Not far away, after the Saint of Yaochi once again refused someone's toast, she turned her head and suddenly looked at Li Changqing.
In the memory of the Yaochi Saint, Li Changqing has always been mysterious.
As the Holy Son of the Shaking Light Holy Land generation, he has never been rumored to have fought against anyone.
Except for the Shaking Light Holy Land itself, perhaps no one knows what ability he has that can make him stand out among the many quasi-holy sons.
"Haha, what's going on with Saint Yao?"
At this moment, Li Changqing seemed to have noticed the gaze of the Yaochi Saint, and suddenly turned his head to look at her and chuckled.
There was a hint of subtle meaning in those calm eyes.
Being discovered by the other party, the Yaochi Saint did not feel any embarrassment.
Standing up generously, she walked towards the other party and said with a slight smile: "Holy Son of Shaking Light seems to be very low-key. Now they are all talking about who can resist the banner of the human race in the future. To this, Holy Son, you What do you think?"
At this time, the Yaochi Saint was full of curiosity about everything about Li Changqing.
The source of this curiosity is because of Tang Hao's previous question.
At that time, besides Li Changqing, there were many talented people in Yaochi, but Tang Hao didn't even look at them.
As a person who could be mentioned by a mysterious being like Tang Hao, the Yaochi Saint had an intuition that Li Changqing might be more extraordinary than everyone imagined.
Hearing the Yaochi Saint's words, Li Changqing raised his brows and seemed a little surprised.
"Haha, what can I say? The world's heroes are like crucian carp crossing the river. In today's golden age, geniuses emerge in endlessly. No one knows who will make it to the end."
Li Changqing shook his head slightly, but there was no fluctuation in his tone.
"Oh, is it so?"
The Saint of Yaochi had already walked to Li Changqing's side. When she heard this answer, she smiled, but a strange color flashed in her eyes.
"But I feel that there are different geniuses in the world, but there are very few people like you, Holy Son of Light."
"I'm like this? What do you mean?"
Li Changqing frowned slightly, but quickly relaxed it, which lasted only a moment.
"Haha, the representatives of the major Holy Land families are all eager to become famous all over the world."
Different from the respectful look around Tang Hao before, although the Saint of Yaochi did not put on the airs of a saint at this time, there was an inexplicable charm in every move she made.
Sitting down opposite Li Changqing, she looked at the people present and said softly: "Now the human race is weak, the Heavenly Prince Yuan Gu and others are at the peak of their power, and all races are ready to take action. The human race needs some geniuses to stand up and light the way for the future. "
"Look at these people here. Although they don't say anything openly, they are all competing with each other secretly."
"Holy Son, don't you want to be the representative who lights up the future of the human race?"
"Or..."
The Saint of Yaochi suddenly withdrew her gaze at this moment, looked at Li Changqing again, and said in a meaningful tone: "Holy Son, are you worried about Mu Xiu Yu Lin?"
The trees are beautiful in the forest...
Hearing this word, Li Changqing's eyes suddenly became extremely deep.
He looked at the smiling Yaochi Saint in front of him, and the strange color in his eyes became more intense.
But in the end, Li Changqing didn't say anything more. He shook his head slightly, stood up, and pointed not far away.
"If there's nothing else, I'm going to say hello to an old friend first. Saint, please help yourself."
After saying that, he walked away without looking back, just like when Tang Hao saw him before, still step by step, extremely smooth.
Looking at the opponent's back, the Yaochi Saint sat in front of the stone table without moving.
His bare hands were stroking the wine glass on the table thoughtfully, and the smile on his face gradually disappeared, replaced by a look of contemplation.
Although Li Changqing didn't say anything, Yaochi Saint still noticed that when she said the words Mu Xiu Yu Lin, there was a ripple in the ancient well-free aura around her body.
"I didn't expect that you are the one who hides the deepest."
Looking at Li Changqing who was talking to a certain genius not far away as if nothing had happened, the Yaochi Saintess shook her head and couldn't help but sigh in her heart.
The ancient races began to recover, and a great age emerged in Beidou that surpassed any previous era.
The geniuses of the human race emerge in endlessly, and rare physiques abound, each making them stand out.
Even the ancient holy body that had not been seen for a long time appeared again.
This kind of world is destined to be brilliant, but behind this brilliance, there is also a kind of helplessness.
