Chapter 8122     Duan Zhenren

It was not an ordinary scorching sun, but it seemed to be the golden wheel of the Heavenly Emperor.

Ye Chen was even more suspicious and surprised when he saw countless believers worshipping the Golden Wheel of the Heavenly Emperor. Could it be that the master behind the voice was like Mr. Huang, who was from the Sanshen Clan?

The voice urged, "Come in, you have my divine objects on your body, and you must be my destined person."

When Ye Chen heard this, he felt shocked. He subconsciously looked at the Chenxi Feng Sword hanging around his waist and thought to himself: "Is it possible that behind this voice is the master of Chenxi Feng, the Xufeng Spirit Ancestor?"

He heard Yan Xingtian say that the morning light wind was the first to be an ancient powerful man named Xufeng Lingzu.

Later, the ancestor Xufeng Lingzhao was defeated by the ancient god Tuo, and the morning wind was also taken away, and finally passed on to the divine heaven.

Now, after going around in circles, the morning breeze is in Ye Chen's hands, and it seems that there is a fate in the dark, pushing everything.

In an instant, countless thoughts flashed through Ye Chen's mind, and then gently recited the inbound spell taught by the mysterious voice in front of the mural.

As soon as the spell was chanted, Ye Chen felt that the mural seemed to be twisted. A powerful force emanated from it, dragging his body into the mural world.

Ye Chen woke up his spirits and was fully alert. After a spontaneous twists, he came to an extremely desolate world.

This desolate world is full of wind and sand, no life exists, no fluctuations of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and it is dead silent.

In the wind and sand all over the sky, Ye Chen saw a trembling old man, dressed in rags, covered in scars, and walking step by step from the sand dunes in the distance.

"Lord of Reincarnation, you are finally here."

The old man looked like he was about to be dead. He was already in his twilight years, and his body was covered with old wounds. His wrinkled face was full of scars from swords. His appearance was ugly and ferocious, and his voice was very vicissitudes.

In the cemetery of the reincarnation, Old Huang saw the old man and his voice suddenly sank, saying, "It's him, the top power of the Santian Clan, the former top power of the Xufeng Spirit Ancestor, unexpectedly, he was worn out and destroyed to this day!" His tone was full of tactfulness and regret.

Ye Chen was shocked when he heard Mr. Huang's words.

This old man is indeed the legendary Xufeng Spirit Ancestor!

"Senior, are you Xufeng Spirit Ancestor?"

Ye Chen bowed to the old man and asked.

"You actually recognize me?"

The old man was quite surprised, and then smiled and said, "It was my disciple Nangong Ling who told you?"

Ye Chen didn't react for a moment and asked subconsciously: "Who is Nangong Ling?"

The old man said, "It is the leader of the Danqing Immortal Sect in the Danqing Realm. His magical powers of landscape and ink paintings are taught by me."

Ye Chen suddenly woke up and felt even more surprised.

The Danqing Immortal Sect is proficient in the magical powers of landscape painting and can evolve thousands of weather with brush and ink. However, Ye Chen did not expect that these magical powers originated from this old man.

The leader of the Danqing Immortal Sect is even more of the old man’s apprentice!

"Senior, your identity is not told by the Danqing Immortal Sect, but..."

Ye Chen hesitated whether to say Old Huang’s name, but the cemetery of reincarnation inside his body had already shaken. Old Huang’s figure floated out, and the vast majesty stirred the void, and his voice said with a hint of vicissitudes and indifference:

"I told him."

When the old man saw Old Huang, he couldn't believe his eyes for a moment, and was stunned for a moment, then murmured: "Yang Zizai, it's you."

He looked up and down at Old Huang, sighing: "I didn't expect that the genius of the former Huang clan would be worn and aging today. Like me, they have become an old man, haha..."

Old Huang said calmly: "The world is full of vicissitudes, and it is inevitable that old age and wear are inevitable. Xufeng Lingzu, I thought you were dead."

Xu Feng Lingzu smiled and said, "My old bones are not that easy to die, cough... cough cough..."

When talking, it caused an old injury, a violent cough, and the scars and wrinkles on the face were shaking, making it look extremely terrifying.

After a pause, Xufeng Spirit Ancestor looked at Ye Chen with a turbid gaze and said, "I felt the breath of the Heavenly Emperor's Golden Wheel on him. Has the highest artifact of our scattered gods already been controlled by him?"

Old Huang said: "No, the person who controls the Golden Wheel of the Heavenly Emperor is Ren Feifan."

Xufeng Spirit Ancestor calculated his fingers and murmured: "Ren Feifan...is the protector of the reincarnation? That is also considered the reincarnation camp. I didn't expect that the supreme of our scattered gods would eventually entrust the supreme artifact to the reincarnation..."

He spoke with endless sighs, because in those days, he was the top power of the San Shen clan and the person closest to the Golden Wheel of the Heavenly Emperor.

When Ye Chen heard his words, he mentioned the supreme of the San God Clan, and immediately felt aroused his heart and asked:

"Senior, is your supreme god clan a woman named Sun Yi?"

Currently, Sun Yi is trapped in the sea of ​​demon stars.

Ye Chen suspected that the person trapped inside was probably Sun Yi's future, not his current body.

Because logically speaking, Sun Yi in the real world cannot run into time and space.

Xufeng Lingzu frowned and said, "What Sun Yi, I have never heard of this person. The supreme of my Sanshen Clan is not a woman, but a famous existence in the real world. He is the leader of the decent Zihuang Immortal Palace and the real person of Chongyang."

Ye Chen was shocked and said, "What, the supreme of the San Shen Clan is the real person of Chongyang?"
Chapter completed!