Top Level Air Fortune, Secretly Trained For Thousands of Years

Competing for the Holy Feast, the atmosphere changed

Another thousand years have passed.

Han Jue opened his eyes, feeling pleased.

After reaching the final stage of the Free Hunyuan Realm, he still needed to practice non-stop and strive to reach the grand path as soon as possible.

It had to be said that the genius of Demon God Hongmeng was indeed terrifying, even if he reached such a high level today, he could still feel his progress.

Han Jue stood up and headed to the 33rd floor outside the sky.

A few years ago, His Majesty Xuandu told him and agreed that he would go to the Qiankun Hall to gather after the retreat.

After Han Jue entered the temple, His Majesty Xuandu immediately informed the other saints.

Other saints did not have any strange rules like Han Jue, and could be summoned at any time. As for the breakthrough, it was stronger than the west, and had forgotten the sense of breakthrough.

For them, the saint was already the limit, it was difficult to ascend.

Pan Xin also came.

When he saw Han Jue, he was shocked.

Han Jue had shrunk his divine light, revealed an incomparable face, and his temperament was aloof against the backdrop of Shen Dao's robes for many years.

"That's you!"

He remembered Han Jue When he was in the long river of swordsmanship, he felt that this son was talented and even wanted to accept him as a disciple.

It turned out that the owner of the hidden door was this kid.

and many more!

At that time his cultivation ...

Pan Xin was surprised and smiled on the surface.

The two had not met for a long time, If not what they saw today, Pan Xin could not even remember Han Jue.

Han Jue smiled and nodded. In those boring years, Pan Xin had given her a lot of pleasure.

She still remembered Pan Xin facing her in the long river of kendo, her shoulders saggy, and she had no idea what she was doing with her hands.

Pan Xin said with emotion: "I didn't expect you to be the Ruler of the Hidden Door."

Han Jue said politely: "Senior's return is a blessing from Heaven Dao. In the future, the Heavenly Dao will have more protection from Senior."

Pan Xin's smile was even worse, thinking that Han Jue was pleasing to the eyes.

His Majesty Xuandu did not speak.

Emperor Xiao thought.

Antarctica Tianzun glanced at Lord Tianjue, and when he saw that he had not changed his face, he stopped thinking about it.

The reason why Pan Xin was happy was because Han Jue showed her kindness He started fantasizing about conquering Han Jue and uniting Heaven.

He knew a little about Han Jue's actions after Dao, and the saints naturally wouldn't say much, however, it was rather embarrassing.

Han Jue's position was not obtained by courting, but by his fists.

Unable to go to heaven, ask the west, heavenly saint of the east, Li Muyi ...

They were all stepping stones for Han Jue!

When the sage arrived, His Majesty Xuandu said: "With the addition of Pan Xin, the heavenly path and wealth greatly increased. Now there are two more holy seats, and today is a discussion of the sacred position."

The position of the saint was very important, and the Xuandu saint should not determine it himself, even if he did not say it, other saints could also sense it.

As the path of heaven becomes stronger, the circle of saints in the future will definitely form a circle, and they will go against the ritual.

Emperor Xiao took the lead and said: "It's time to give me a holy place for the Devil Race. From ancient times to the present, whenever the Dao Dao faced the collapse of its internal order, it was my Demon Race that stood up and became a public target, he said, so that all the heavenly and Taoist beings can unite and resolve cause and effect."

Han Jue sighed with emotion.

In this way, the devil becomes a scapegoat.

It was not a scapegoat, to attract hatred, the Devil Race had indeed committed a lot of crimes.

Qiuxlai hummed: "Our Western Church has had two holy seats since ancient times. To appease your demons, the Taoist ancestors have cut the sacred seat of the Buddha. Should you pay it back?"

Pan Xin domineeringly said: "Two more holy seats because of me. I am already a free saint and should be divided into one holy seat!"

There was no doubt about his tone of voice, and no room for negotiation.

Other saints also began to scramble.

Han never spoke.

He no longer needed to reach the sacred position.

All the saints started fighting, fighting.

Han Jue, Xuandu Shengzun, and Shi Dudao did not interrupt, and even Li Daokong and Fang Liang started fighting.

Li Daokong wants to fight for the hidden door. Li Xuanao had approached him before and complained that he was a saint, but he did not pay back the hidden door. Be careful that Han is completely dissatisfied.

Fang Liang also struggled for the hidden door. If he doesn't want a hidden door, then give him the Taoist religion. Anyway, he has to fight for it.

Han Jue listened for a while and felt bored, so he got up and left.

His Majesty Xuandu did not stop him, and Han really did not take it, but it was a good thing.

After walking out of the Palace of the Universe, Han Jue did not return to Baiyue Xianchuan, but wandered outside the 33rd floor. Wearing the Supreme Treasure of Chaos, he was not afraid of being attacked.

While passing by Li Daokong's dojo, Han Jue saw two people kneeling before the gate, and one of them was Han Yu.

Han Jue appeared behind them and asked, "Over time don't meet."

They were both shocked, and subconsciously turned to look.

When they saw Han Jue's first glance, they were all amazed.

Tian Yong turned his head to look at Han Yu, and suddenly discovered that Han Yu looked like Han Jue.

Han Yu also discovered this, why did this person like him so much?

He asked carefully: "You?"

He couldn't understand Han Jue's cultivation base, so he naturally lived in future generations.

Han Jue smiled and said, "Can't hear my voice?"

Han Yu seemed to be thinking of something, his face drastically changed, he knelt down and said excitedly: "Our ancestor!"

Seeing Han Yu kneel, Tian Yong knelt down with him.

Han Jue glanced at Tian Yong and found that this son's eyebrows were somewhat familiar, and he was actually Emperor Tian'e's son.

Han Yu asked excitedly: "Why are you here?"

So so!

He looks so much like his ancestors!

No wonder the ancestors would save him, no wonder Li Daokong would accept him as a disciple, no wonder he discovered so many great abilities to treat him well for no reason.

Han Yu had always been very confident with his appearance Today, compared to Han Jue, he realized that he had only inherited three or four out of ten.

Han Jue's face was extremely charming, and his words were indescribable.

“Come and take a walk, how are you?” Han Jue smiled and looked good.

For some reason, after breaking through to the age of 200,000 years, Han Jue's mentality began to change.

Let alone looking at his descendants directly, the mood became blissfully blissful involuntarily.

Han Yu was flattered and started talking about his own experience. He unintentionally talked about those difficult things. With Li Dakong, it was indeed difficult for him to deal with a major crisis.

Tian Yong remained silent, very curious about Han Jue's identity.

After speaking for a while, Han Jue left.

Han Yu was still very excited, and the smile on his face could not stop at all.

He knew the whereabouts of the ancestors, but this was the first time he had seen the ancestors with his own eyes, and this feeling was extremely overwhelming.

Tian Yong asked curiously: "Master, who is your ancestor?"

Han Yu said, "Don't ask if you shouldn't ask!"

Tianyong poking his mouth~www.mtlnovel.com~ Ha ha.

What a mystery, my mother is a saint who proves the way with great power, am I pretending to be like you?

Tian Yong changed his mind to think that he was indeed hiding this.

There were many practitioners sitting in the wise dojo, not as cold as before.

An hour later, Han Jue returned to the Taoist temple.

I have to say that going out for a walk in person really improves my mood.

But it can only be limited to heaven.

Even though Shen Daopao could withstand an attack from the street, what if he were to meet an existence off the road?

Don't be afraid of ten thousand, just in case!