1839: C1839 Metaphase

C1839 Metaphase

Hearing the system notification sound in his mind, Xu Haotian's eyes suddenly shot out a sharp light.

"Ancient God Emperor, since you're courting death, I'll let you see why the flowers are so red."

"You can leave first. I, the Ancient God Emperor, will take your life."

Xu Haotian's cold voice sounded out in the spacious hall. Wen Tianxiang let out a sigh of relief to himself.

The news of the Wild Emperor Zhou coming to provoke the Celestial Emperor and getting killed instantly by his subordinates was widely spread among the human cultivators. This made the entire Ancient Sacred Land quickly aware of this news.

"The Celestial Emperor was able to kill even Zhou Kuangdi. As expected of the master of all living things."

"This is getting more and more messy. I wonder where our small powers will go from here. "

"The Heavenly Emperor's interface is too chaotic. It's about time for it to be resolved."

The entire land of the ancient saints was abuzz with discussions. All living things could feel that a chaotic world was coming.

On this day.

"Ding!" Wang Lin successfully completed his recruitment and passed the limit of awakening. Host, would you like to choose release? "

The system's notification rang out, waking Xu Haotian from his cultivation.

"Bring up his attribute list."

This was his second conscript, and he was also looking forward to it.

Wang Lin: From the Chaotic period!

Identity: The disciple of the Celestial Emperor, first generation Demon God Patriarch Gu!

Luck level: Primordial Dao Fusion Stage Middle Phase!

Divine ability: Demon's Body! Heaven and Earth!

Special Attributes: The loyal supporters of the Heavenly Emperor (In the most difficult times, he will unwaveringly protect the Heavenly Emperor's faith, and will never betray) For the sake of the Celestial Emperor, his strength would be doubled.)

Loyalty: 100/100

The middle stage of the Hongmeng Dao Fusion Realm!

"As expected of my disciple, his aptitude is not ordinary." Release it. "

Then, Wang Lin walked out of the black hole that appeared above Xu Haotian's head.

Plop!

"Disciple thanks Master for his grace."

Wang Lin was extremely excited. He had never thought of becoming a master of the Great Dao, but he had never imagined that he would be able to do so with his master's divine ability.

"Alright, get up. "You are my disciple, of course I will promote you."

Then, Xu Haotian called in All-Seer and Li Yuanba.

"Now, I will give you all a mission to unite the powers of the rogue cultivators in the Ancient Sacred Land. I'll give you all a month's time. "

When everyone heard this, their faces revealed their excitement. Especially the Sky Fortune Great Emperor, he would finally be able to make his name known in the ancient sacred grounds.

After everyone left, Xu Haotian once again called in Yang Jian.1

He could not wait any longer. The threat from his Master, Zhou Kuangdi, caused him to feel uneasy, so he decided to take the risk and promote Yang Jian.

"Your Majesty, what orders do you have for this subject?"

Yang Jian came in and asked curiously.

"Erlang, prepare yourself, I want to promote you."

Hearing that, Yang Jian was stunned for a moment, but immediately became ecstatic.

"System, let Yang Jianhong pass his tribulation."

Following that, a purple light shot out from Xu Haotian's forehead, and sucked Yang Jian into it.

I hope that you will not disappoint me when I go through the Hong Meng tribulation.

At the same time.

In the land of the ancient saints, on the seven-colored star path.

An old man with a beard flew over from the distance.

This old man was wearing a colorful robe, his body was colorful, and he looked out of the ordinary.

His face was also colourful. Green, purple, black and red. It could even be described as colorful. It was extremely strange.

"You are truly bold, you actually dared to kill my disciple. How could the disciple of I, Senior Emperor Lu Yun, be so easily killed?" Although that person said that he wouldn't let us take a step into the land of the Ancient Saints, the killing of our disciples cannot be delayed. "Whatever."

The old man muttered to himself. His voice was filled with resentment.

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