Long Live Summons!

Iron Gate.

The old iron anchor now understands the fact that this young man, who looks like a little white face, is not a little white face at all, but a super strong man who is extremely unpleasant. Looking at oneself, like an old hunter hunting geese, hunting geese all his life, but finally pecking eyes at geese.

Just one wrong step and the whole picture has led to irreparable and unacceptable failures.

He, looking at Yueyang with a smile on his face, had a huge pain in his heart.

If life can be saved, the old iron anchor will not hesitate to dedicate immediately.

However, it's impossible to look back... No wonder Fuping will look at him. Turns out he really is a man who deserves to abandon all his followers. Fuping is not wrong, she has always had good eyesight and has always been smart!

“What's your name?” The old iron anchor kept as calm as possible, as hundreds of elite guarded corpses did not exist in front of the Iron Gate.

“Name, didn't you know?” Yueyang also seemed calm, completely unlike an intruder who had just killed hundreds of guards.

“And you are?” The old iron anchor asked about Yueyang's identity.

“If you ask me who I am, I can tell you aloud that I am, the new generation of prison emperors in Tongtianta.” Yueyang laughed, and he smiled like a little fox.

“No, but, yes!” The old iron anchor was denied word for word, and he felt that the young man in front of him could be anyone, the Hidden Nation of Heaven, the most outstanding genius hunter of the family of Tongtianta, or someone else. But the only thing is, it can't be the next generation of the Emperor of Heaven Tower. When the last generation of the Imperial Emperor died, the Tower of Heaven had sinked, and its passage with the heavens had been transformed from a semi-sealed seal into a complete seal. No one has been able to travel freely for thousands of years, so no matter how good and powerful this young man is in front of him, he cannot be the new generation of the prison emperor of Tongtian Tower.

“Why can't I be the new generation of Jailhouse Emperor of Tongtian Tower when the old iron anchor who worked hard at the East Gate Pier in White River City during the day can be the Great Marshal of the heavenly realm traitors at night?” Yueyang questioned a little strangely.

“What evidence do you have?” The old iron anchor grinned.

Now, he has 90% certainty that this young man is the strongest hunter that the Heavenly Hereafters have done their utmost to cultivate.

Tianjin family, hoping to use this young man to restore the glory of his people and the old days of Tiantan, so it is not impossible to cultivate this young man as a new generation of prison emperors. But the survivors of heaven, and the young man in front of them, could never imagine how powerful a true imperial was; how majestic a true imperial was.

Close to the Divine Warlord, he possesses at least three artifacts.

Use your own strength.

It's enough to rock the entire West Heaven.

Even under the Palace Master of the Central Shrine and the Three Great Wheel Wars of the Western Sky Realm, you can stand still.

The man who used to shock the whole heavens is qualified to be called the Prison King. Now, you younger generation, what qualifies to continue his position, can you be called the Prison King?

The old Iron Anchor had not fought the Imperial Emperor, but had watched him fight far.

To this day, the fear of the prison emperor in the old iron anchor remains unresolved.

Such a man can truly be called mighty. Only he can be called the strongest man in the Tower of Heaven, the Jail Emperor!

Yueyang kept looking at the old iron anchor.

Smile.

He slowly slipped into the storage ring and entrusted the Imperial God, who truly accepted full recognition of the Lord, to his palm.

As soon as this artifact emerges, how glorious the glory is, it exudes the power, far surpassing all artifacts in the world, as strong as the old iron anchor, the grand marshal of the heavenly family, also has the urge to kneel before this artifact. That seal was deeply and completely dormant in the most ancient curse of the soul, because this majestic imperial god without double deterrence of the heavens stamped it, immediately produced a tremor, seemed to want to echo, even if the old iron anchor was forcibly repressed with the strongest force, there was a state of awakening that could not resist the resurrection.

Yueyang is merely a handkerchief and has not launched an attack.

It's powerful, and it's just as strong as it is.

The old iron anchor immediately turned up a shocking wave, and the noise of the silent shock shook with an uncontrollable tremor: "The Imperial Imperial Seal! ”

“Actually, I don't want to be a new generation of prison emperors, I want to be myself.” Yueyang classmates still have a smile on their faces, like talking to old friends who seem to be missing: “But the people in heaven, even if he meets the death-eye, remember only the Jail Emperor, or only the Queen of Conquest, so that our future generations have no room to develop. It seems that, unlike the Jail Emperor and the Queen of Conquest, no one will know the treasure number of my Lord Yueyang Titan. ”

“Has the passage between the heavenly tower and the heavenly realm already opened you up?” The old iron anchor can't imagine how powerful this young man with the Imperial Imperial Seal can open a passage from the broken void to the heavens.

“No, but I don't need to open the seal. Am I a hereditary heir to conquering the Queen, holding her treasure of the three realms compass, free to cross between the Tower of Heaven and the Realm of Heaven, just returned to the fallen sea of the Tower of Heaven to take a bath, and so on, will I tell you?” Yueyang's words made the old iron anchor completely desperate.

He inherited the Imperial Imperial Seal and was also a disciple of conquering the Queen.

Powerful and unpredictable in its own right, it possesses a three-realm compass that conquers the Queen freely across the three realms.

How can such an enemy be capable of such an enemy?

The old iron anchor regretted it.

If only there was enough time to resurrect the ancestors, even if the ancestors who had just resurrected from the seal were still weak, unable to compete with this Titan son named Yueyang, there was still a chance to hide and slowly recover, until after the peak state, to revive the Cursed Clan. Now, the plan to revive the ancestors, so the emergence of this new generation of the Imperial Titans has been annexed!

It would be nice if I had a few more days.

The old iron anchor is desperate to commit suicide.

“You, kill me!” The old Iron Anchor gave up his resistance, and the young man in front of him, whether or not he was really the new generation of the Emperor of Tongtian Tower, could not compete with him as long as he held the Imperial Seal.

As long as the Imperial Goddess moves, he will wake up the ancient curse and explode to death even if he does not shoot himself on the spot.

Artifact, especially the most powerful artifact like the Imperial Imperial Seal.

It's not manpower at all!

Strong as the three giants who fought the Imperial Emperor back then, they also had to admit in front of this artifact...

“What if I said I could give you a few days to resurrect that distant ancestor?” Yueyang is laughing like a fox who stole a chicken.

“What, what?” Even though the power of the will is comparable to that of an old iron anchor of steel, I couldn't help but cry out loud.

“If I were to interfere with the resurrection of your ancestors, a few days ago, you could have stopped the reproduction of a small steel fortress when you were trying to search for me.” Yueyang said that the old iron anchor suddenly realized that there was nothing wrong with his hunch on the day. There were enemies really mixed in, but his strength was too strong, even he was merely suspicious, but futile to search.

“As long as you give us another ten days, no, eight days, we can resurrect our ancestors...” Old Iron Anchor knows he's not that good of a speaker, but he still holds a glimmer of hope.

Perhaps this young man is a little proud to have the best things in the world.

Do not hesitate to stop the resurrection, and fight the forefathers with all your heart.

That's not impossible!

If that's the case, there's still hope for the Cursed Clan!

There is no need to start a war with this new generation of prison emperors, as long as they hide, return to their peak state, and gather the cursed clans of different factions all over the heavens, integrating their maximum strength, they will surely be able to fight this Titan son.

In a word, as long as the ancestors are resurrected, there is hope.

The old Iron Anchor decided that whatever conditions the young man in front of him demanded of himself, he would give him the opportunity to resurrect his ancestors.

Yet, just as the hope in the old iron anchor burned to its limits, Yueyang casually let him fall from the clouds at high altitude to the infinite abyss. Because Yueyang said, “Don't say eight days, I'll give you eight months, even eight years, and you won't be able to resurrect your ancestors. How can an old man whose soul has long been extinguished be resurrected? Moreover, the inscriptions contained therein are not a resurrection at all, but a seal on the gates of ancient treasures opened. ”

The old iron anchor felt an invisible thunder, blowing down from the top of his head and instantly shattering his soul.

The Red Column of the Resurrection of the Ancestors is simply an energy column that opens the door?

His first reaction was to deny it.

However, the unquestionable look on Yueyang's face left the old iron anchor in despair... this young man did not lie, because he did not have to!

This kid is deliberately telling the truth so he can take a bigger blow!

“Why didn't you kill me earlier?” The old iron anchor growled painfully.

He, for one, could not accept such an end.

How much effort and time did the descendants of the Cursed Clan put into reviving the distant ancestors who could not be revived? Thousands of years have passed without knowing how many of our predecessors, even ourselves, have fought here for centuries in order to revive their ancestors. None of this effort or dedication has yielded any tangible reward, and the truth is so cruel.

If you can, Anchor doesn't want to know the truth.

He would rather die with regret in his arms.

I'd rather let this young man kill with the Imperial God's imprint as soon as I get to the Iron Gate. At least, in my heart, it's not as desperate as it is now!

“I would like to remind you that, as the new generation of the Emperor of Tongtian Tower, I have the right and the duty to try you, the traitors of Tongtian Tower. Everything is done according to my will, and I say," Forgive one of you, and one of you will live and be reborn. "And I say," Judge one of you, "and he will pay the price for what he did.” Yueyang smiled slightly: “Old Iron Anchor, neither as my hard-working sailor at the East Gate Pier nor as the rebel marshal who has been active for thousands of years, you will not be pardoned! Now you can say your last words, pay attention, don't be too long, I don't have much patience! ”

“…” What more can you say about the old iron anchor now?

The old iron anchor raised his hand and was ready to smash his head with heavy palms.

He didn't want to fall into the hands of this young man, let alone try the pain of the ancient curse, before he did it himself.

When I think of the ancient curse erupting, the heart of the old iron anchor suddenly flashed a little face, she, herself unlocked her ancient curse, I wonder, can be in the hands of the Titans, pardon and newborn? If she could survive, perhaps occasionally, she would think of herself as a harsh father!

Bless you, my daughter!

At the end of the day, the old iron anchor sent out a precious message of goodness, then focused on the top of his palm and freed himself of his sinful life.

He did nothing but evil in his life, did all the bad things, was happy to kill, with the ultimate goal of collecting human blood and sacrificing it to his ancestors. If he could barely say that he had done a good thing in his life, then he had cultivated a disciple like a daughter.

* * * * * * * * * (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote on recommendations, monthly tickets (qidian.com), and your support is my biggest motivation.)