It is a pity to accept the envoy. Li Wangxian once revealed his cultivation level in the late stage of the Saint King Realm. Coupled with the double forbidden realm, even if he has not yet entered the Great Saint Realm, he is definitely a Great Saint Level. The combat power is enough to increase the strength of the human race.
If he had not disappeared back then, he would have been there when the seven magic wells were opened. Not only would he have helped the human race gain more of the Taoist Treasure Liquid and win more fortune, it would have also allowed the human race to lose less of its strength.
In order to compete for the Holy Spirit Treasure Liquid, Heaven-Mending Technique, and even scriptures refined by Taoist Master, various tribes overturned the sky. God-refining pots, Holy Spirit Stone Tokens, or ancestral weapons close to the imperial weapons were born one after another. In the universe, There was a fierce battle, which turned the world upside down, and even some of the main clans were completely destroyed.
Of course, although all races suffered heavy losses, they also gained great gains. Whether it was the Holy Spirit, the Light Race, or the Human Race, they all received the fairy liquid.
Dao Zun suppressed the Holy Spirit from the mythical age, and finally brewed some supreme treasure liquids, which were found in several ancient wells. They were priceless to all races.
What is a pity for the envoy is that these treasures are too precious and Li Wangxian has no contribution. If they are given to him, it will be difficult to convince the public. But if he is not given, although it is a bit of a waste of worry, he feels that It shouldn't be.
After all, this qualification is really too scary. If the human race wants to create a great emperor, who will they train if they don't train him?
"It doesn't matter. Now that I have reached this level, and the treasure liquid refined by Taoist Master is not completely successful, it may not be able to transform me!"
If it was fine before, now his combat prowess is not only comparable to that of a quasi-emperor, but his physical body also has the power of a quasi-emperor. The incomplete Dao Zun Baoye may not really have any effect, so Li Wangxian has no regrets.
"Although we all know that your potential is endless, it is good to increase your potential!" the guide said solemnly.
Obviously, this old man has great expectations for Li Wangxian and completely regards him as the future of the human race.
Li Wangxian heard what he was thinking and did not refute. He said with a smile: "Isn't there still a magic well that has not been opened? There is still a chance for this treasure liquid!"
The guide cheered up, yes, as long as the banished immortal can make contributions to the human race this time, some old guys will not be stingy with the treasure liquid.
Because the immortal liquid left by the Taoist Master can only be taken once, one drop is enough for anyone, and it will be ineffective if used again. Therefore, even if there are only a few dozen drops of the precious liquid, the human race guardians will never be reluctant to part with it. Give this banished immortal, the first great emperor, a drop of his seed.
After a brief communication, Li Wangxian did not delay, sat on the altar of this city, and started to return to the way forward.
Because although it is foreseeable that the so-called Dao Zun Baoye will have little effect on him, but he is going home, how can he not bring some gifts?
His younger brothers and sisters can all use it. It is definitely the best choice to use the treasure liquid refined by the enlightened Holy Spirit to strengthen the bones.
Although the universe is vast, now, Li Wangxian has too many ways to cross the starry sky. Whether it is the Divine Light Platform or directly tearing apart the space-time channel, it is very fast.
Li Wangxian passed dozens of levels in the shortest time, and rushed back from the 70th level to the human race's 30th level.
After arriving here, after more than ten years of bloody battles, the human holy city on this ancient road has collapsed, with broken walls and rubble floating in the universe. Everything is in pieces.
This made everyone in Ditian look shocked, and they had a clear understanding of the bloody and tragic level of this ancient road.
"Let's go. According to what the guide said, the last magic well is in the star field near the twenty-third level!" Li Wangxian had already expected it. After all, he had read the script.
The Ancient Road of the Human Race had actually been prepared for this calamity and had taken a lot of precautions. Although the losses were not small, it was an indispensable effort to fight for good fortune and maintain the ancient road.
Soon, Li Wangxian tore open the void and rushed to the star field near the twenty-third level.
The seven magic wells were opened one by one, like opening the gates of hell. This was a catastrophe, causing all life to be devastated.
In the star field near the 23rd level, in front of a floating broken continent, armies of all races have been conquering here endlessly, and there are people shouting for death everywhere.
Voices.
Now this is the last magic well. No one can really tell whether the legendary Holy Spirit Clan's Sky-Mending Technique has appeared or who has it in its hands. Coupled with the temptation of Dao Zun's treasure liquid, the feuds of various clans are entangled. Wait, let the entire starry sky be filled with blood, and the killings and calamities are overwhelming and fierce.
"Kill..."
There were shouts of killing everywhere in the sky and the earth. The battle was extremely fierce. The corpses in the sky were densely packed and kept falling down.
This was the first scene Li Wangxian and his team saw after they appeared. Armies of all races were fighting and killing in the starry sky on the broken continent. Blood and bones dyed the starry sky red.
Because to open the magic well, a large amount of life needs to be accumulated and sacrificed to break the seal, otherwise it will be difficult to break the seal of the Taoist.
Therefore, every opening of a magic well is a bloody murder.
At this time, the last magic well was opened, instantly triggering a huge bloodbath, because half of the Holy Spirit's torso was buried inside, and a stone scripture was hidden inside. It caused a great sensation, and various tribes killed each other and conquered each other. The evil gods all turned against each other.
In order to obtain this scripture, all races went to war, and even the human race that originally retreated had guardians peeping in secret, planning to take action at the critical moment.
"Well, it's better to come sooner than later. The Holy Spirit Stone Book, a good thing, is mine!"
In the blazing divine light, Li Wangxian and his party appeared, and saw that in the monstrous blood mist, the gods and ghosts raised in the devil's well were killed by the emperor soldiers of the Guangming clan, the Shiling of the Holy Spirit clan, and the strongest ancestors of the Yuan Demon clan. The weapon was smashed into powder.
Then, all the tribes turned against each other and attacked each other, all trying to compete for this stone scripture. The fight broke out and the star field turned into dust.
"Keng!"
Li Wangxian didn't waste any words. When he landed and saw this scene, he drew out his fairy sword and struck him with a killing blow. His unparalleled murderous intent soared into the sky, and his sword energy spanned a hundred thousand miles and struck at the God Refining Pot.
"when!"
The God-Refining Pot let out a cry after being hit, and its luster instantly dimmed. It flew straight across the sky and cut through the sky for hundreds of thousands of miles. At the same time, the stone scriptures that were about to be included in the God-Refining Pot were also shaken out.
"Who knocked away the ancient emperor's weapon refining pot?" People were shocked and all looked back.
"Who is this? Another great sage has arrived from the human race. What is this sword?"
The first reaction of many foreign sages when they saw Li Wangxian was doubt, and they were shocked. The dark red fairy sword was too eye-catching, and the aura was too cruel, as if it had killed hundreds of millions of creatures with blood, and it possessed boundless murderous intent. , it’s hard not to attract attention.
"I want this stone scripture. Who is in favor and who is against it?" Li Wangxian held the fairy sword and pointed at all the great saints of the foreign races. His eyes were menacing, from the peerless fire spirit of the Holy Spirit Clan to the leader of the Guangming Clan and the Yuan Demon Clan. The demon gods, the evil gods of the Winged Clan, etc. swept over one by one.
In an instant, the faces of all the foreign great saints sank.
