“Buzz!”

"Rumbling!"

Half a quarter of an hour later, above the ruins of the Gods Valley, the mottled and ancient Jiulitu was shaking. In the majestic and magnificent scenery of mountains and rivers, illusory small worlds were constantly born and destroyed, and their pressure covered tens of thousands of miles.

Between the mountains and rivers, a feather fan woven by five-color feathers is rioting. It is shrouded in the chaotic fog and turns into an extremely magical five-color fairy phoenix. It actually maintains its own state of recovery and competes with the breath of Jiulitu.

Si Xuan sat cross-legged under the Jiuli Tu, and was in a state of divine forbiddenness. His saint Taoist resonated with the breath of the Emperor Tu, leading the next series of Godless powers to forcibly suppress the revived Emperor's Divine Treasure!

In the memory of the Lake of Reincarnation, the unlucky eldest son of the Immortal Emperor should not have a quasi-emperor weapon. Most of the Taoist sects left by the Immortal Emperor in the Ancient Emperor were cleaned up by Wushi. I wonder where the guy got such a feather fan from.

"scold!"

Suddenly, Si Xuan opened his eyes and spit out a mouthful of innate Yin and Yang Qi from his mouth, carrying the two almost taboo states of Shenzheng and Jizi Secret, and suddenly blessed to Jiuli Tu!

The light on the Jiuli Map became even more dazzling. The five-colored fairy phoenix phantom screamed with a tragic sound and turned into a five-colored feather fan again, completely suppressed in the mountain and river map.

"Brother Si Dao, is this?" Ye Fan came to Si Xuan's body and asked in surprise.

"This fan is extraordinary. Even if it is not the feather refining of the Immortal Emperor's feather, it comes from a quasi-emperor's ninth level of heaven. It is stained with many imperial laws and can actually recover for a moment." Si Xuan looked at the completely silent feather fan, pressed his temple, and sighed.

He can now maintain the state of God forbidden for about a quarter of an hour. At this moment, he has completely recovered Jiulitu twice in this state. The consumption is really considerable. He almost couldn't suppress this extraordinary Zhenhuang Feather Fan just now.

"Who is the descendant of the gods of all races? Are they really the legendary parent-child of the Immortal Emperor?" Ye Fan suddenly remembered that he had cut out a five-colored divine egg from the sacred land of Yaochi, and later the ancient royal family took it away. At that time, they were also called the son of the god.

He stared at the five-color feather fan with a slight uneasy tone. He had seen this majestic and domineering color once in the small world of the Immortal Emperor's Tomb. He came from the Immortal Emperor's skin.

"Ah, that's right, the son of God, the prince of the heavens, is indeed the eldest son of the strongest immortal bird since the myth." Si Xuan put away Jiulitu and shrugged.

"Then you just suppress his father's ancient soldiers like this, will it be..." After the guess was confirmed, Ye Fan couldn't help but worry. The reputation of the Immortal Emperor is really great. Throughout history, few emperors and ancient emperors have been as deeply rooted in the hearts of the people as he did.

"You have to know that guy is not the Immortal Emperor after all, but his son. In my opinion, he is a little kid who has been fooled by all races. I'm afraid of him?" Si Xuan sneered, not caring about the majesty of the so-called son of God.

"Yes." Ye Fan smiled bitterly. As the sons of the ancient prince, no one could submit to each other. Moreover, even if the sons of the prince were of high talent that day, they would not reach Si Xuan's height in a short period of time. It is indeed not an exaggeration to say that he is a little brat.

"But you have to remember that it's okay to underestimate the eldest son of the Emperor, but you must not underestimate the Immortal Emperor lineage. Do you understand?" Si Xuan looked at his protagonist's little brother, and thought that the Emperor would die in his hands in the future, and couldn't help but warn him.

"Is there any difference?" Ye Fan was still confused and asked for advice.

"This is said. The current Emperor Tian is a father who doesn't love stepmothers. The ancient emperor mountain was first washed by Wushi. Later, the elites of the eight gods were taken away by the Emperor Tian. Now the emperor is only two or three big cats, which are far less than one thousand percent of the power of the Emperor's lineage." Si Xuan said solemnly.

"Is it because of... the family's internal struggle?" Ye Fan thought of the Ji family's previous situation and couldn't help but guess.

"Family internal struggle... the hard argument is almost the same." Si Xuan pondered for a moment and felt that what Ye Fan said was really reasonable.

Both the Immortal Queen and the Emperor's descendants wanted to achieve enlightenment. The Emperor gave most of the innate resources, such as the five Creation Sources, to the second son with better talent. The power and fame were taken away by the Emperor, but the eldest son had an Immortal Taoist to protect the Tao, but unfortunately he was suppressed by Wushi.

The two chatted for a while. Ye Fan had heard that the ancient ancestor king was born in the Zishan where Emperor Wushi was located. Now that they connected these things, they realized that Zishan was the ancient emperor mountain that was once the Immortal Emperor.

"The guy Black Emperor knows much more secrets than I thought, this dead dog!" Ye Fan vigorously moved his joints, and his knuckles made a clicking sound.

"Let's talk about this later, that big black dog is thinking about a lot of things." Si Xuan smiled and patted his shoulder, stood up and looked at the fire that was rising into the air in the distance.

"rumble!"

There was a loud thunderous sound, and a tall demon shadow grabbed the golden treasure wheel in his hand, and came to Si Xuan from afar, saying respectfully: "Your Highness, I just noticed the aura of the revival of the Emperor's God, so I came over. Fortunately, you have nothing to do."

"A small question, have those two great saint races been wiped out?" Si Xuan asked with a confident smile on his face.

"The entire tribe of Yinguang and Jinqiu tribe have been razed to the ground, and there are no mosquitoes, snakes and ants that survive." Old Zhu Yan handed the silhouette wheel to Si Xuan and grinned.

"That's it, the Great Sage of Wei and Lao Budhi are probably about the same." Si Xuan smiled and looked into the direction of billions of miles away. The Heaven-Swallowing Demon Can was floating above a demon cave, causing the deep demon cave to collapse and dissipate.

"Boy Wei Yi is using imperial weapons to suppress the quasi-empered weapon of the Thousand-Handed Gods and Demons. The big jar is not too outrageous, and it is about the same level as the sage treasure wheel. But in the end, the two Thousand-Handed Great Sages integrated their magic bodies and souls into the quasi-empered weapons. It is not easy for Boy Wei to suppress it." Old Zhu Yan's great saint-level divine consciousness obviously saw more clearly and far away, and he smiled.

"It's okay. Even if we don't care about the gods of those big clans, we still got three quasi-emperor weapons. Among them, those who can be subdued and those who cannot be subdued will be destroyed and recast. It is always a huge reward."

Si Xuan gently showed off the Nine Li Picture, and the feathered lapis sword and the five-colored immortal phoenix fan floated in front of Lao Zhu Yan respectively.

"Good guy, is this a Holy Spirit companion weapon? The natural emperor pattern on it is a treasure for the emperor. You got it from the stone clan?" Zhu Yan Dasheng was also very knowledgeable. After taking the blue gold knife, the innate emperor pattern on the blade made it unable to escape from its sight.

Ye Fan also leaned over his head and looked at the three-inch long and short immortal gold sword. He also had one such companion divine treasure, but the dragon-patterned black gold sword was born too early and barely considered a powerful weapon, which was completely incomparable to this quasi-imperial weapon.

"The heavenly pattern of creation is indeed a good thing. Although this divine sword and its owner have not reached the great perfection of the quasi-emperor, it has been at least a million years before obtaining this Taoist fruit. It is really precious." In a quiet moment, Wei Yi and Jiang Taixu also came here. Wei Yi held a large black vat four feet wide in his hand and smiled.
Chapter completed!