Sure enough, the formation was in chaos for a moment.

Han Yang and Jing Xuanji took the opportunity to get up. They looked at each other. Jing Xuanji blushed and looked very unnatural.

Han Yang said, "Time is tight, Your Highness, you offended me!"

He stepped forward and hugged Jing Xuanji's petite body in his arms, but Jing Xuanji did not resist.

At this moment, the huge aura came again.

The two quickly adjusted their postures, and Jing Xuanji spoke out the method of dual cultivation, and the two began to practice according to the technique.

Time seemed to have stalled.

The two maintained a posture, like a statue.

In a blink of an eye, ten years have passed.

On this day, the two suddenly opened their eyes at the same time, and each of them had a smile on their faces.

Han Yang said: "It took ten years for us to refine all these energy. The strength of the ancient gods is really unfathomable!"

Jing Xuanji smiled and said, "Of course, both of us have gained a lot this time. I don't know what I am doing now?"

Han Yang said: "I don't know what level I am, but the nebula in my dantian has long since turned into a whole lot of origin! Perhaps, I should at least become a god!"

"That's for sure!"

At this moment, suddenly, nine heavenly thunder sounded in the sky, accompanied by an extremely powerful sound.

"Those who inherit my strength should be the lord of the world! Specially grant you the honorary throne of gods, protect my country and immortality!"

After the words came to an end, two strange purple-gold tokens flew out from a big hand in the void and floated in front of the two of them.

The two looked at each other and took the two tokens into their hands.

Han Yang smiled and said, "This one just now should be your ancestor. It's really amazing. After being dead for so long, is there such power?"

Jing Xuanji looked proud and said, "That's necessary!"

Han Yang looked at the token in his hand and found that the word "Shen" was engraved on it, and the word "Zun" was engraved on Jing Xuanji's token.

"What does this token do?"

Han Yangdao.

Jing Xuanji's eyes flashed with two rays of light and murmured: "According to the ancient records of my royal family, my royal ancestor has two tokens of the God Lord. If you get it, it will be the orthodox throne!"

"What, so, I've become the emperor?"

Han Yang looked strange.

Jing Xuanji glared at him fiercely and cursed: "What are you thinking about?

You should be the prince consort first. If you want to be the emperor, do you still have to ask if this princess agree?"

Han Yang was speechless, smiled and said, "It has been ten years since then. I am afraid that people from the outside world will think we are dead! I have no interest in being an emperor. Why don't we just hide our names and free and easy world! How about it?"

Jing Xuanji suddenly felt energetic and her eyes were extremely bright.

"Okay, OK, this is so good. I have always wanted to go out and see the outside world?

Since we have become gods, should we go to the upper realm to see it!"

"That's sure. It just so happens that I'm in the upper realm and I still haven't finished anything. Let's go!"

So the two went to the upper realm.

Three months later, the upper realm was overturned, and many gods were beaten to the point of being blue and swollen. Many people were talking about where the two powerful people suddenly appeared came from.

Fortunately, these two people did not kill people, and judging from their appearance, it seems that they were not intentional injuries, but uncontrollable forces.

But except for one person, the Ferris god, this person was slapped into powder with a straight slap.

At the top of the God King Peak, which is as high as 80,000 feet high, there are two figures standing at this moment.

It was Han Yang and Jing Xuanji.

Jing Xuanji looked bored, "It's really boring. I didn't expect that these gods in the upper realm were so weak. I couldn't help but hit them. I crushed them with one hand!"

Han Yang smiled, "It's not that they are weak, it's that you are too strong!"

"That's right! Mr. Han, where are we going next?"

Han Yang's eyes became a little complicated, and a petite purple figure appeared in his mind.

He sighed and murmured, "Go and see the old friend!"

"Old friends, what old friends?"

Jing Xuanji asked immediately.

Han Yang said: "A former friend!"

"Friends, male and female?"

Jing Xuanji looked alert.

Han Yang smiled bitterly, "Is it related?"

“Of course it’s related?

Han Yang, I warn you, you are my wife now. If you dare to have other ideas, believe it or not, I will cut you while you go to bed at night?"

Han Yang felt a chill below and quickly resigned and said with a smile: "What are you talking about, sir, my wife?

Give me a hundred courages, I don’t dare either!”

"You know your appearance! Let's go!"

"Where are you going?"

"Look at your old love, where are you going?"

Han Yang was trembling.

...Han Yang looked at the crystal coffin in front of him and looked at the still vivid face in it. For a moment, he didn't know what to say.

Next to him, Jing Xuanji sighed and comforted softly: "People cannot be resurrected. Even if we become gods, we do not have this ability. Don't worry about it. Maybe this is fate!"

"Yes, it's all fate!"

Han Yang's voice was bleak.
Chapter completed!