Traveling through the heavens as a myth

"The time that our ancestors predicted has finally arrived, and the day for our clan to stand up!"

The middle-aged strong man trembled with excitement, and his original deep and thick voice appeared to be somewhat changed.

The lean old man burst into tears. The beast-head wooden staff that had been cherished all the time was thrown aside, prostrated on the ground and prostrated, "I will never die! I will never die!"

Perhaps it was the joy of the lean old man's voice that all the people around stopped whispering, learning the appearance of the lean old man, lying on the ground and shouting.

"I won't kill me!"

"I won't kill me!"

"I won't kill me!"

...

At this moment, the hum of the golden sword in the stone temple suddenly became louder.

"Hey!"

A bright golden light lased out, opening up a spatial channel several meters in radius.

From the perspective of the space channel, the opposite side of the space channel is a wilderness.

Above the wilderness, there seemed to be two groups of people facing each other.

No, it was a confrontation with a group of people.

On one side are more than a hundred monks, dressed in armor, lined up, like an army.

The leader is a middle-aged monk with a serious expression in his lazy expression.

On the other side was a young man holding a spear, and a phantom of a bull's head loomed over him.

It appears that the young man was besieged and killed, at a disadvantage, and suffered serious injuries.

"Emperor Yan!"

"Shen Nong!"

The middle-aged strong man and the lean old man each popped out a title.

The two looked at each other and confirmed each other, both of them saw the ecstasy in each other's eyes.

The middle-aged strong man stepped into the space channel, and the thin old man also got up from the ground and stepped into the space channel.

...

Ning Yang raised his right hand and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were fixed on the middle-aged monk not far away, and the cultivator of the Xuanwu army who were gradually surrounding him.

Shennong's renewed prowess was beyond Ning Yang's expectation and saved his life, but the grim situation still did not improve at all.

The opponent's strength was intact, and the middle-aged cultivator was only repelled without being injured.

On the other hand, even if Shennong's phantom blocked the fatal blow, the remaining power still hurt himself through the phantom.

It seems that this is my end.

Ning Yang calmly said to himself in his heart.

The middle-aged monk glanced at the dim phantom on Ning Yang's body, slowly approached, and his strength was lifted, ready to make the final blow.

More than a hundred cultivators of the basalt army also dispersed quickly, blocking all the escape routes of Ning Yang.

at this time.

"Om"

The spatial fluctuation suddenly appeared, a golden light flashed, and a spatial vortex appeared in the enclosing circle.

The space vortex was only three or two feet away from Ning Yang, and when it appeared, Ning Yang was really frightened, thinking it was the enemy's attack method.

But seeing the middle-aged monk with a look of horror and alertness, Ning Yang recalled that something happened.

The weaker side is always happier with the unknown changes than the strong side.

A middle-aged strong man and lean old man stepped out in the space vortex.

The middle-aged strong man looked around and saw the basalt pattern on the opponent's chest. His expression suddenly became cold.

"Xuanwu Army!"

The lean old man also looked cold, his eyes full of murderous aura when he looked at the middle-aged monk and the Xuanwu army.

Over the years, the Xuanwu Army did not know how many members of their Jiuli tribe had been killed.

Now, these basalt armies actually want to kill the prophesied people of their Jiuli tribe, their hope of rising, they naturally have no good faces.

When the middle-aged monk saw the two appearing, his expression changed slightly, and he asked in a deep voice, "I don't know what the great chiefs and elders of the Jiuli clan are doing in my Xuanwu Dynasty?"

"Humph!" The middle-aged strong man, the great chief of the Jiuli tribe, Li Tan, replied coldly: "It doesn't matter what your Zhong Canghuang is. This young man is protected by the Jiuli tribe."

After Li Yin turned around and said to Ning Yang, "Brother, how about coming to my Jiuli people as a guest?"

"Ning Yang is better off being respectful."

Ning Yang clasped his fist and thanked him, he could hear the kindness in Li Tan's words.

Although I don't know what kind of power the Jiuli are, it is still obvious that they are hostile to the Xuanwu Dynasty.

As the saying goes, the enemy is a friend, and he has enemies with the Xuanwu Dynasty, so going to the territory of the Jiuli is not a bad move at least.

"This young monk is the person that King Xuanwu wants. Do you Jiuli want to interfere?"

The middle-aged monk Zhong Canghuang narrowed his eyes, and there was a smell of danger in his words.

Li Tan didn't mean to reply, but the elder on the side said: "What if my Jiuli clan interfered? The Xuanwu King will get rid of our Jiuli clan a long time ago. We will still be afraid of your mere threat?"

The words were full of teasing and mockery, and Zhong Canghuang's eyes jumped when he heard it, obviously aroused anger.

However, he knew that since the great chiefs and elders of the Jiuli tribe were here, unless his elder brother, King Xuanwu of the realm came forward, he couldn't keep that young monk.

"Then there will be a period later!"

Zhong Canghuang gritted his teeth and dropped this sentence, leading all the cultivators of the Xuanwu Army and left.

"Brother Ning Yang, please follow me."

Li Tan greeted Ning Yang again, and took the lead into the space crisis