Fog and fantasy secret realm.
High in the sky, the foundation of the Celestial Race: the majestic and majestic Gouli Palace, which stretches for hundreds of millions of miles, welcomed three uninvited guests today.
Along the way, under the squares, steps, and corridors of the magnificent palaces, there were corpses of powerful Celestials who died in battle everywhere. Their handsome faces were filled with expressions of astonishment, anger, despair, etc., and their strength ranged from Yuanxian to Daluo. There are all those in the realm, numbering in the tens of thousands, and the space is filled with a strong aura of death.
In front of the palace where the Celestial Clan emperors hold daily meetings, more than a dozen Celestial Clan emperors have their heads in different places. Their dim bodies still have the pressure of being high above and overlooking all living beings, and their souls have been extracted by secret techniques. Walk.
In the main hall, the exhausted Emperor Yuanxi and Emperor Baiyuan, together with the last surviving group of strong men from the Celestial Race, were confronting two enchanting and unparalleled figures. Next to them stood a purple-robed and feather-crested figure. A beautiful young man with dragons and phoenixes.
".…how?"
Qingyao Immortal Master's expression was indifferent, and the Hunyuan Sword Box filled with murderous intent was suspended beside him, saying, "Our patience is limited, and we don't want to wait any longer. If you still persist in obsessing, then I will have no choice but to kill all of you, and then I will kill you all." Slaughter all the descendants of the Celestial Race in the secret realm, and this world will still belong to us from now on!"
The pale-faced Emperor Bai Yuan pursed his lips, looked back at the remaining 100 or so powerful Celestials behind him, and remained silent.
After the initial attack on Yunmeng Heavenly Palace failed, she had a premonition that the situation was not good. The female cultivators from Taixu Xingkong would never give up and would definitely find ways to get back afterward.
However, Emperor Bai Yuan never expected that Yunmeng Tiangong's counterattack would come so quickly and with such force! Even the ancestors of the Celestial Race who had returned could not resist it and were all killed by the opponent. .
Now, the opponent has directly attacked the foundation of the Celestial Race. Even though we fight back desperately and use all kinds of secret tricks to suppress the situation, we still can't do anything about these two people who have three corpses in one and possess multiple items at the same time. The enemy who is surrounded by the innate Hongmeng treasure.
Needless to say, the beautiful young man next to them was the genuine incarnation of Qinglian, created by the innate Hongmeng. Under the suppression of his terrifying luck, there was no hope for the Celestial Race to make a comeback.
Emperor Yuan Xi, who was covered in blood and on the verge of exhaustion, took out two pills and stuffed them into his mouth, and said with a sad smile: "Don't be too happy too early. There are still many ancestors of the Celestial Race with outstanding cultivation far away in the depths of the chaotic void. They travel everywhere, and as long as they return, your overthrow will be right in front of you."
Qin Muling smiled and said, "Who are you trying to scare? Do you, the Celestial Race, still have any strong people who can handle it? Even if you do, water from far away can't save fire from near, right?"
Ever since the group of powerful men who hurried back from the depths of the chaotic void were intercepted by the Grand Palace Master, and all the quasi-sages including Daojun Cangbeard died, the Celestial Race has lost its last hope.
In the crowd opposite, two beautiful women were looking at Qin Muling with complicated expressions. One of them had black hair like a waterfall and a beautiful appearance. Her snow-white armor outlines the ups and downs of full curves. Her eyebrows are like crescent moons, and she is full of youthful vitality. The breath rushed towards her face, it was Lingxi whom she had not seen for a long time.
The other woman is dressed in a gorgeous deep purple dress, with pink cherry lips that are moist and crystal clear, and her beautiful eyes are sparkling with cunning light, her eyes are flowing, her aura is unfathomable, she is as beautiful as a dream, she is Lingxi's My best friend and sister, Zihuang, hooked up with the divine envoy of the Divine Palace to patrol the heavens.
Qin Muling obviously felt the other party's gaze. He turned around and gave them a calm smile. The two sisters tried to kidnap her last time, but unfortunately they still failed in the end, just like that Mei Mei. Same as Qing Feng.
Lingxi sighed with melancholy, remembering the time when she first met him. At that time, she still had a good impression of him and gave him a rune stone for protection.
Unfortunately, in the face of racial injustice, whether she wants it or not, the two of them will inevitably end up in a hostile position.
Today, the opponent comes to the door as a victor and unceremoniously tramples the dignity of the entire ancient Celestial Race under their feet. Perhaps this is the destiny that has been predestined for a long time, right?
"Leave it to you
Time is running out, so make a decision as soon as possible!"
The indifferent and ethereal voice of the Grand Palace Master sounded: "Either completely disappear, or let go of your soul imprint and let us plant a restriction. From now on, you can fulfill your duties as a slave and preserve the blood of the ethnic group."
The cold and cold sword energy quietly enveloped the entire hall, and the terrifying murderous intention that was enough to freeze the soul was ready to go out. As long as Qingyao Immortal Master had a slight thought, he could kill all the last elites of the Celestial Race.
Perhaps there are still a few scattered Celestial Emperors in the Chaotic Void who have not returned, but this can no longer change the general trend.
Emperor Bai Yuan and Emperor Yuan Xi looked at each other, their expressions were painfully weighing the balance. In the end, the weakness of human nature prevailed, and they nodded with great reluctance: "We...surrender."
No matter what happens, as long as you are alive, there is still a glimmer of hope; if you die, there will be nothing left to talk about!
Emperor Bai Yuan tried hard to convince himself that all this was done to endure humiliation and to prevent the inheritance of the Miao descendants of the Celestial Race from being cut off. It was not because he was greedy for life and afraid of death that he bowed to the enemy.
"I'll go first!"
Emperor Yuan Xi was a bachelor, so he took a step forward and took the lead in letting go of his soul, allowing the Grand Palace Master to plant the most vicious restrictions in the depths of his soul. If he dared to have the slightest thought of betrayal in the future, he would immediately It will suffer the backlash of the ban and be wiped out.
Then, the remaining strong men of the Celestial Race were successively controlled by Qingyao Immortal Lord and the Grand Palace Master.
"Why don't you just leave those girls to me? It would be nice to use them as maids and maids serving tea and water, folding quilts and warming beds in the future!" Qin Muling said suddenly.
"You pervert..."
Qingyao Immortal Lord blushed slightly when he heard this, and glared at him angrily. Is this guy really... There are so many beautiful and beautiful senior sisters in the sect, and they are not enough for you? Even the beauties of the Celestial Race want to enjoy it. Want to get a few to try?
Qin Muling didn't think there was anything wrong with his idea. He ate from the bowl and looked at the pot. Isn't this the nature of a man? He had no interest in being a sanctimonious hypocrite.
I just like beauties and I never pretend to be so, who has any objections?
The Grand Palace Master didn't take it seriously: "Okay! Then I'll leave them to you. It doesn't matter if you try something new, but don't get too emotional!"
As a result, Emperor Bai Yuan, Ling Xi, Sister Zihuang, and more than twenty other powerful female Celestians who were present were all banned by Qin Muling and became his slaves.
From this moment on, the Celestial Race in the Fog Fantasy Realm completely lost its independence and became a vassal of the Taixu Starry Sky Nuns Alliance. Their glorious history has become a thing of the past.
The next step is to take stock of the Celestial Clan's family assets.
Although it has suffered many major blows and suffered immeasurable losses, the ability of this ancient ethnic group to make money has never disappointed people in this regard. The thick list presented by Emperor Bai Yuan surprised even the Grand Palace Master who was used to seeing massive wealth.
Not to mention the relatively ordinary cultivation resources, elixirs, spiritual herbs, spiritual stones, spiritual crystal veins, cave heaven blessed land, etc., there are thousands of innate spiritual treasures of all levels sealed in the secret palace, and there are also six or seven innate Hongmeng treasures with different uses. There are more innate spiritual beings.
Just because of some unspeakable ancient taboo rules of the Celestial Race, these treasures will be sealed and suppressed in the secret palace after losing their first owners. Descendants who want to inherit them must pass a series of extremely harsh tests. Only after the test.
However, the talents of the Celestial Race are withering now, and there are only a few quasi-sage emperors. How can there be enough elite geniuses to accept the test and inherit these treasures? So now it is completely advantageous for outsiders.
Of course, with Qin Muling here, even if these treasures are taken out and used by the powerful Celestial Race, the final result will not change. At best, it will allow them to survive for a while longer.
So the Grand Palace Master discussed with Qing Yao Immortal Lord and decided to divide the wealth equally. Divine Phoenix Palace and Yunmeng Tiangong each got 30%, and the rest went to Qin Muling. After all, he was the key figure in controlling this world.
"Since this is already our territory, why don't we transport a group of disciples over here?"
Immortal Qingyao asked: "Building more branches of the Taoist temple here can cultivate more new generation elites. If we encounter any disaster that is difficult to withstand in the future, we can also withdraw the sect's main altar here temporarily. Take shelter and recuperate!"
The Grand Palace Master nodded slightly: "It is indeed possible. Let's make arrangements after we return! Anyway, except for Mu Ling, there is no other person who can freely travel through the time and space barrier, but I don't know for sure... there might be someone within those super powers. What a way to keep the bottom of the box under control.”
As one of the few superpowers in the upper world, the Grand Palace Master certainly understands how deep the water is here. Some people who are usually inconspicuous are actually terrifying beings who can compete with the superpowers. It is entirely possible to say that they hide some unknown treasures or have magical powers and secrets that can travel through time and space.
Qing Yao Immortal Lord looked at Emperor Yuan Xi who was standing aside: "Is there any way to effectively prevent outsiders from easily breaking into the secret realm of mist and fantasy?"
Emperor Yuanxi responded respectfully: "What the master said is true. With the help of the forbidden formation left by our ancestors and several innate Hongmeng treasures that suppress the core hub of the formation, we can slightly adjust the laws of heaven in the Mist Fantasy Secret Realm. Make its space-time barrier stronger and prevent all outsiders from approaching. Even those who break in by force will definitely encounter an unprecedented horrific catastrophe, and the senior quasi-holy emperor is no exception!"
The Grand Palace Master nodded with satisfaction: "Very good, let's handle it like this!"
Even if the natural disaster cannot kill the Quasi-Saint Emperor who has transformed into three corpses, it can still cause serious interference to them. When she joins forces with Qingyao Immortal Lord, and has the help of Qin Muling, even if the master of the Origin Star Palace is in person, they can do it. Make sure you don’t fall behind!
In Lingxi's boudoir.
"...Is your mother okay now? We last saw each other, but we haven't seen each other for a long time!"
Qin Muling leaned on the seat, tasting the specialty fruit snacks and spiritual wine and nectar of the Mist Fantasy Secret Realm with great interest, and asked Lingxi who was massaging his shoulders behind him.
Lingxi smiled softly and replied: "Mother doesn't like liveliness. She has been living alone and meditating, and has never participated in the previous wars. So... Master, if you want her to come over to serve, I will send someone to let you know." Will know her."
Qin Muling nodded. When he entered the Mist Fantasy Secret Realm for the first time, he had worked so hard to collect so many magical medicines, herbs, and rare materials. In the end, he only got some trivial benefits from Lingxi and his daughter. Most of them were justified by them. The ground was darkened.
Although this is the norm in the Mysterious Mist Realm, for hundreds of millions of years, the Celestial Race has exploited generations of monks in the Taixu Starry Sky like this. But now Qin Muling is the master of the Fog Fantasy Secret Realm. If he wants to remember this old debt, naturally no one will criticize him.
"By the way, is it true that the origin of the Mist Fantasy Secret Realm is that it was a fragment that collapsed from the legendary heaven itself?"
Qin Muling frowned and asked. He has always been curious about this matter. If it is true, doesn't it mean that the illusory heaven is real?
Lingxi shook her head, and Zihuang next to her also shook her head. Their current status was not high enough and they had no way of knowing the top secrets of the Celestials.
Emperor Baiyuan, who was wearing a thin and transparent dress and a charming face, was half-kneeling under the table and beating his legs for him. He stopped for a moment, smoothed his long black hair, and said in a soft voice:
"Master, this matter is recorded in the ancient scrolls in the Celestial Clan's secret library. It should be true. It is said that the ancestor of our Celestial Clan made a big mistake and was declared to be exiled by the ancestor. This fog The fantasy realm...is actually the prison where this tribe is imprisoned."
"It's just that the content in the ancient scroll is also very brief and unclear, and because it's so long ago, the ancestors of our tribe have all passed away, and the specific inside story is no longer known."
"Is that so?"
Qin Muling pondered slightly, time is the enemy of everything, and since they don't even know the details, I'm afraid I won't be able to find out much useful content.
Regardless of whether the heaven really exists, anyway, now, this tribe in the misty fantasy realm has no relationship with their ancestors. Maybe the other tribe has forgotten that there is another tribe that made mistakes and was exiled in
outside.
"The Heaven Realm...do you have a way to contact it? If not, you should at least know its time and space coordinates, right?" Qin Muling asked again.
Emperor Bai Yuan shook his head: "We only know that the legendary heaven is in an unknowable, unfathomable, and untouchable high-dimensional space and time. After the Mystical Mist Realm was separated from him, it has fallen from the high-dimensional space and time until now. We are at a time-space latitude level similar to that of the Taixu starry sky."
Falling from high-dimensional space and time is easy, but the difficulty of returning to high-dimensional space and time from a low place is not exaggerated, especially for a grand and magnificent world.
Qin Muling thought for a while and said, "Send someone to fetch all those ancient secret scrolls for me to look at later. Maybe I can deduce something different."
Emperor Bai Yuan nodded: "That's no problem. It's just that although Master, you are the innate Hongmeng who created Qinglian, your current cultivation level is still not enough. To be on the safe side, it's better to wait a little longer."
She was worried that if Qin Muling's actions were noticed by the mysterious power in heaven, the consequences would undoubtedly be disastrous. The incarnation of Qinglian created by the innate Hongmeng is probably a treasure that can be encountered but cannot be found in the heaven.
Qin Muling asked: "Then do you think there will be a genuine Hongmeng Saint Supreme in heaven?"
Emperor Bai Yuan shook his head and said: "It's unlikely. If there is a saint, I'm afraid all the heavens and worlds have been conquered and ruled by the heavens, right? How could it be like this?"
"Yeah, that makes sense."
Qin Muling was relieved and instinctively determined that Emperor Bai Yuan's point of view was right. Otherwise, even his own identity would not be able to escape the divine inference of the Supreme Saint of Hongmeng. He was afraid that he would have been captured by such a transcendent existence. .
