Reborn 80,000 Years

Biquge www.xbiquge.cc, the fastest update of the latest chapters of 80,000 years of rebirth!After no less than ten vibrations, the bricks and tiles on the roof of the Mian Sun Palace were shattered a lot, and the condensation of the large array finally came to the final stage.

"Are you coming out? Which one of the Eight Sage Guards is it?"

The lord of the Mian Sun Palace can't help but think about it.

This time the gods will lower the realm, the holy lord has dispatched three of the eight guards-Yan Modo, Shelanga, and Ling Niansheng.

Of course, Nasumi's strength is not to be underestimated. If he had not violated the rules without authorization and was removed from the position of the Eight Sage Guards by the Holy Lord, the lineup of the lower realm this time is simply the most luxurious team since the Tianrendao expedition.

It's such a team, with hundreds of thousands of heavenly soldiers on the list, if they can't catch the Asura Dao in one go, the palace owner can't think about it.

The phantom of a god general slowly condenses in the center of the large array after the magnificent holy voice descends.

The principle of the large array of transporting the body is completely different from breaking the space barriers and carrying out the shuttle of the plane.

After all, this method that can span any distance and any time, the Holy Lord has only taught a few people in the entire heaven and human path. It can be said that without sufficient strength, it is impossible to do such a thing.

The body was shattered, and then reorganized in the big formation. This way of fantasy will only appear after the Holy Lord arrives. It is no wonder that everyone is looking forward with the Holy Lord's head.

——

The picture in front of me gradually became clear.

Breath, heartbeat, meridian, everything is like a new life.

With a tremor of his mind, Yan Modo felt as if he had escaped from the water and breathed into the fresh air.

thump--

He staggered and knelt on the ground, supporting his newly formed body with both hands.

"Did you succeed...this body..."

"Yan Moduo" was shocked to find that this body of his body had recovered as before, just as healthy and complete as when he was traveling with the crowd.

Of course, the rebirth of "Yan Moduo" actually represents the rebirth of Emperor Long Yan.

"If it's a little bit later..."

Emperor Long Yan gritted his teeth, and some did not dare to imagine how desperate he would be at the moment when his arrangements for so many years were in vain if he really died in the Asura Way.

However, there is no if.

The fact is that at the last moment, he seized his own opportunity, not only regaining a new life and saving everything about him, but also killing two gods who were very likely to get in the way.

Adapted to a brand new body-this teleportation array has such a powerful effect, reshaping the body, and even repairing broken meridians.

Although his body was empty at the moment, and his divine power was exhausted by the previous actions, it was not important.

Standing up, Emperor Long Yan finally let out a comfortable smile. His comfortable laughter spread throughout the Mian Sun Palace, causing many unsuspecting Yan Yang guards to chill in their backs.

But soon someone interrupted Emperor Long Yan and walked to his side:

"But... Yan Lao used the big formation?"

Yan Modo, standing naked on the spot, made the palace lord of the Mianri Palace somewhat afraid to confirm. When he was approaching and saw the iconic face of Yan Modo, the palace lord breathed a sigh of relief.

"Well, who should I be? It turned out to be the Lord of the Palace of Coronation..."

Emperor Long Yan hurriedly closed his smile. He knew that the use of the big formation would definitely cause confusion in Heaven and Human Dao, so he should be more calm now, at least not on the surface.

"Lao Yan...what happened below, you actually used this teleportation formation, and... where are the other gods at this moment?"

The Palace Master was a little scared, there was already a result in his mind, but it was hard for him to believe it.

Having said that, Emperor Long Yan finally showed sorrow on his face——

"Palace Master, please hurry up and lead me to see the Holy Master. I have urgent matters to report..."

Emperor Long Yan can be said to be a performer. At this moment, he deliberately put on a look of sorrow, and the feeling of wanting to cover up made the palace lord finally confused.

"Lao Yan, don't worry, the holy lord is already on the way...I'll check it out now, do you have anything else to tell?"

"No, this seat is already here, coronation sun, you can withdraw."

Suddenly, echoes came from the sky above the Mian Sun Palace.

A voice full of majesty descended on everyone's heads, making many Yan Yang Guards stand unstable.

The same is true for the palace lord of the Mianri Palace. Hearing the familiar and majestic voice, he directly bowed to the sky with respect, and then retreated from the palace without saying a word, leaving the empty space in front of the palace to Yan Mo Dohe Holy Lord.

"Holy Lord..."

Emperor Long Yan's face was a little twitchy. He didn't expect that the person called the Holy Master by everyone would come so soon. He was walking in a hurry, and he hadn't figured out how to explain some of the rhetoric.

But there was a pair of clouds walking down in the air, and the majestic figure had already arrived in front of the palace.

With a ghost in his heart, Emperor Long Yan hurriedly knelt on one knee, without clothes on his body and didn't want to cover it up, expressing his respect with all his heart.

"See the Lord..."

"Yammodo, you used the holy decree, but now you are the only one to return, but things are as I thought?"

The matter of the holy order, the Lord definitely has a sense here.

That was the sacred order that Sheranga had sent before in order to defeat the Asuras and recruit thousands of troops, but was swallowed by the colossus of the descending demon in an instant.

The only poor people left were also turned into ashes under the indiscriminate attacks of Emperor Long Yan. However, since the Holy Master asked, Emperor Long Yan could not fool around at will.

You know... the person in front of you...

Emperor Long Yan raised his eyes to meet the eyes of the Holy Lord. This extremely young man had a sharp light in his eyes.

It seems to be able to see through all the disguise.

This also put great pressure on Emperor Long Yan.

The Holy Lord...no one knows when he was born, or when he was in charge of everything in the whole celestial being, as if the whole celestial being should be run in his hands, such a terrible feeling, Emperor Long Yan I feel that even in his heyday, it is difficult to compete with him.

Therefore, if he wants to deceive the other party, he can only cheat by relying on the other party not knowing his situation.

The Holy Lord only gave a very casual look, but divine light shot from his eyes.

The dazzling light was only a moment, and it fell into the eyes of Emperor Long Yan.

Another moment passed, and Emperor Long Yan trembled all over, as if he had experienced some stimulus, and he squatted on the ground quite painfully.

"vomit……"

Emperor Long Yan had a splitting headache and even spit out the contents of his stomach unbearably, but he smiled secretly.

The holy lord snorted and took a deep breath, as if reminiscing about everything he saw.

"Are they all dead..."

This is not a question, but an exclamation.

The eight saints guarded the three, and the hundred and eight gods took the seven, and they brought hundreds of thousands of heavenly soldiers to annihilate the entire army-the colossus of the descending demon was completely destroyed, and even the wild ancient demon snake of Yamamodo and the nine desolate gods of the gods...

Rarely, blue veins raged on the forehead of the Holy Lord.

"Yammodo, get up."

"Yes……"

Emperor Long Yan responded, knowing that he was out of danger, he couldn't help laughing, and he believed that the Holy Lord was nothing more than that.

It was simply deceived by the spirit of the original owner of the body he had held hostage.

However, at the moment he looked up.

The palpitations almost shattered all the disguise of Emperor Long Yan.

In front of him—the Holy Master’s extremely hollow and angry eyes, those eyes wished to drain blood from them.

The faces of the two were only three inches apart.