That guy was separated from his own body and had a talented bloodline. Even though he was not as good as his own, according to Zhetian's trajectory, after a long time, he would be promoted to a powerful person in the realm of Immortal King. It shouldn't be a big problem.
It is not impossible to even go one step further and enter the realm of the Quasi-Immortal Emperor. Coupled with the many back-ups he left behind in the Zhetian World, the Yaochi God Son wants to avoid the Dark Tribulation of the Era and cross to the Holy Ruins Era. It's also completely feasible.
But now, the trajectory of the current Holy Ruins has not changed much. Just like the original plot, going down the river, none of the old friends Jiang Yan valued in the past appeared again.
"What exactly is the problem? Why is this happening? Mingming Duan De, Big Black Dog, Jiu Daoyi... I have all met these old guys before." Jiang Yan looked thoughtful, and at this time he thought He was also touched and tried his best to explore and deduce.
Unfortunately, he still failed to succeed. Even now, his combat power can crush the Immortal King giant-level existence, and he can even cross the long river of time with his own strength. However, he wants to explore the years associated with the legendary emperor several epochs ago. , it’s still too difficult.
At the same time, the big bald Huahua was also muttering in his heart, feeling that something was wrong. Of course, what he was thinking about was not like Jiang Yan. He was really worried about a certain elder.
"Eh, that's not right. In such a great world situation, according to Uncle Black Emperor's form and style, he will never stand idly by and watch. Moreover, it is attacking the home base of a peerless enemy like Soul River. How come it still appears!?"
"Did Uncle Chengbai really die late? It should be. According to its virtues and methods, even you survived. Is it possible that it died so early?"
"Besides, today's battle at the Soul River is led by the legendary villain himself. For such a small event, even Uncle Duan De is here. Uncle Bai Huang has reason to come." Huahua's figure also appeared. Behind the Soul River battlefield, I glanced at the figure of the leader, Jiang Yan, and muttered.
"Hmph, even if everyone was dead that day, this dead dog would probably live a bad life. If we talk about the ability to save his life and run away, I'm talking about you. I'm afraid even the Eight Heavenly Emperors have this. A dead dog is very powerful, God knows that guy is hiding in the dark, gearing up, and is preparing to pick up the slack and make a small profit!"
The weaklings gathered together, with such a lineup, even an old antique like Bai Ya who had lived for a long time would feel numb!
It was obviously the aura of someone who had passed the Immortal King Realm, but it carried an inexplicable and tangible pressure that made some old Immortal Kings tremble.
Si Daoyi, the eight old brothers from Shicun, etc. who came at the same time, all spoke for a while. The Yingjies who were rumored to be old friends from the Eight Heavenly Emperors period were really weirder than the last. It was hard to imagine how glorious and brilliant this person was. Little century!
Xiaomei looked like he was ready to take action at any time, but in normal times, the rotten corpse fat man would definitely not have the confidence and courage.
It was just a good fat man, so it paid too little attention to it, but the key point was that there were too few helpers around Fatty Duan now.
Facing the mysterious White Crow at the end of the Soul River, who seemed to have no power behind him, Fatty Duan was not timid at all. Instead, he looked quite weak and directly attacked the White Crow.
"Humph, even if he doesn't have any discernment, all those years ago, you old acquaintances were in Linhun River, and he just came out to deal with a big white crow. Isn't it that he doesn't look down on you too much? "The rotten fat man was holding a pickaxe in one hand and a shovel in the other. His eyes were staring at the white crow behind him, and his tone became more and more kind.
At that time, the rotten corpses also arrived, and they slapped Huahua's little bald head with a slap, making a clanging sound and a bad breath.
"His virtuous fat man..." Seeing Fatty Duan's menacing attitude, Bai Yao became a little frightened.
In an instant, a blazing light emerged and spread from the end of the Soul River. A white figure bathed in sacred light descended behind the small army of the heavens. It was a white crow with snow-white feathers and a mysterious aura.
Although my main soul memory is small, with this fragmented soul light memory, I quickly analyzed the situation and style of this dead dog. This is a top-notch dead dog with a whiter belly and more good manners than me. Dog, how could his voice suddenly become cold?
Boom! At that moment, from the deep end of the Soul River, a terrifying breath of soul light energy was transmitted. Billions of waves of the Soul River surged with overwhelming momentum, causing the faces of the top weaklings in the army to suddenly change. They felt A strong sense of oppression.
Many years and epochs later, before the darkest and most brutal imperial war in the world, all the glorious legends of the Eight Heavenly Emperors were ended. During this period, all the Heavenly Emperors collapsed and fell into pieces, with countless casualties. They were all withered. Fatty Duan Same thing.
"Humph, you damn duck, are you finally willing to give up? He is such a cheap man. Why did he ask me to come out to greet our fellow men!"
Although its words were warm at this time, they were filled with an inexplicable sense of anxiety and urgency. Especially when I noticed the last figure of Fang Jiangyan, the body of the white crow was trembling in a controlled manner. A few on.
The white crow flew out from the end of the Soul River and landed under a ruined palace on a reef beside the Soul River. His eyes scanned the weak troops.
When Bai Ya finished speaking, before Jiang Yan could say anything, Fatty Zhi couldn't hold back and went into a rage.
"At the end of the Soul River, all living beings are in danger. I would like to advise you all to stop fighting here. Otherwise, the world will be turned upside down and the world will be stained with blood!"
"It's him... this good Taoist priest from the past, is actually still dead!?" Looking at the corpse figure, Bai Ya didn't seem suspicious, but soon two frightening beams of light shot out from his eyes, Staring at the rotten fat man, I sensed a strange aura from the former's soul light energy. In the past, I had given it the aura of a small enemy that I hated and hated so much!
Obviously, the white crow is not familiar with Jiang Yan, or in other words, after many years and epochs, its Soul River lineage has had some interactions or small battles with Jiang Yan, so it is not familiar with that ordinary existence. Even if it is said to be it, even these dormant existences in front of it are still fearful and peaceful.
Dragging his rotten and dilapidated body, holding on to his last breath, struggling and suffering in the years, but now it is the same as in the past. The reappearance of Jin Si's old friend made Fatty Duan instantly lose his confidence and his back was hard. .
The number one mountain, Si Daoyi, who is still holding a tattered war spear and carrying the Sky Burial Map, as well as a few old brothers in Shicun, are not as good as this old man who seems to be ordinary but does not have the aura of Time Trail. There is a demon Buddha Huahua with a shiny little bald head and a blood boiling aura of killing. From under the latter, I even smelled a trace of the aura of this peerless and enemy Emperor of the past...
If so, in the early days of Xiaoyang, when the heavens were white and dark, our Soul River lineage would also have spent such a small amount of effort and knowledge, participating and retreating, trying to continuously test its depth and reality.
