Chapter 442 Who are you

"What's going on?" Pan Longji looked up at the big whirlpool that covered a hundred miles.

Several gods of the ancient gods standing with him looked up together.

The whirlpool is at the top of the head, slowly running with the momentum of swallowing heaven and earth. This kind of vision, even if King Panlongyan sits on the Panlong Peak in person, is just such a great spectacle.

And all the spirits of heaven and earth around you are gathering towards the big whirlpool. Isn't it going to absorb all the spirits of heaven and earth in this Panlong Ancient Hall?

"Who is so bold to plunder the spirit of heaven and earth in your Panlong Hall like this?" He couldn't help frowning. He met a cold encounter with Panlong Xiangxue. At this time, he looked at the Panlong Peak from afar and saw the figure of a teenager in the middle of the mountain. It turned out to be the teenager named Liu Xing standing with Panlongyan King. In this shock, he said in his heart that this boy seemed to be getting deeper and deeper in cultivation. Sister Xiangxue is not If you have any idea about him, it's bad.

Pan Longji and a group of little gods have eyesight within dozens of miles. At this time, they also saw the person sitting halfway up the mountain, who was an outsider named Liu Xing. Everyone couldn't help but be surprised.

Panlongfeng, even these gods and sons of their own family, are also a treasure place where they dreamed of the possibility of practicing there. Unexpectedly, what they couldn't get was to let an outsider sit there openly and plunder the spirit of heaven and earth in the Panlong Hall. For a moment, everyone showed righteous indignation on their faces, and they were all angry with the teenager.

"Let's go to the owner's grandfather."

Who called for this sentence? The poor brothers tried their best to add fuel to the flames. A dozen teenagers, with blood surged up, walked towards the Pantian Hall together.

In the Pantian Hall, the atmosphere was stagnant. Several elders in the family, the substitute master Panlong Xingchen, and poor jasper and Panlong Xiangxue, sat around. In the big chair in the middle, they were the dignified Panlong Yanwang.

"He is an outsider, the ancestor of the King of Yan." Pan Longxing frowned and said.

"I've decided..." Panlongyan Wang's face showed a tired look. A strong man with infinite divine power like him, when the tank is really tired, it's just a tired heart.

"Don't say anything. Do I have to explain one by one in this family? Let him practice and let him suck away the spirit of heaven and earth here. As long as he can really become a god-level master, I'm afraid that the spirit here is not enough to support him. ... I just didn't expect that the skills of the nine poles of the world would be so anti-sky. It's completely a predatory way of cultivation. It's really difficult for this boy. Under such a skill, he can not be supported by the spirit..."

Panlongyan Wang shook his head slightly, and even he felt incredible. The cultivation method of the world is as rare as Liu Xing's appearance.

When he said such a sentence, no one dared to raise any objection.

At this time, most of the eyes turned to the poor jasper.

She is the first person in this divine heaven, the first strong man to master the great skills of controlling the world.

She frowned and said, and after a long time, she looked up and said, "King Yan, do you really know the nine-pole skills of heaven and earth?"

Panlongyan Wang was stunned, "What do you mean?"

Poor jasper smiled gently, and a strange smile appeared on her face. She slowly said, "The nine poles of heaven and earth, cultivated later, swallowing the sky and destroying the earth, all things are for sucking and devouring cultivation, and can control the world at will. The great skill of transforming the world you rely on, under the extreme of the nine poles of heaven and earth, he can With an easy wave, the world is divided into nine poles. All the layers of stars and sky are easily divided into nine layers, without hurting any soul, what soul is scattered. This is the final state of the nine poles of heaven and earth, and it is also the realm that Liu Xingxiao will finally reach.

"At that time, he will be our master. He will smile and let us die at will. He will manipulate this world of everything at will, only until he is satisfied. At that time, he is heaven, and he is everything..."

With the words of poor jasper, the Pantian Hall was quiet, and even the sound of breathing was still.

At this moment, someone was shouting outside.

"Grandpa, why let an outsider go to Panlongfeng to practice? We don't accept it..."

More and more people come, and the voice is getting louder and louder. It's just that the family has great rules, and no one dares to step into the house.

Pan Longyan Wang sighed and said slowly, "Biyu, I didn't mean to embarrass you. I know what you're worried about... But how can he practice to that realm at once? I just ask him to achieve a great accomplishment. In the future, after our fall, there will be at least one person in this divine heaven who has the ability to wait. With that bloody eye, he broke the boundary. Otherwise, the way of destruction will definitely come in five thousand years..."

Poor jade was silent for a long time. After a long time, she looked at her husband and said in an astringent voice, "... What's the matter, husband, don't you want to pursue that eternal realm? Why do you say that it's falling..."

Panlongyan Wang smiled faintly and suddenly said, "Jasper, how tired it is. If I say that I'm worse than death, will you think I'm crazy..."

There is silence in the hall.

There is a kind of despair called unbearable weight...

The shock at the bottom of Panlong Xingchen's heart is like a stormy wave.

He said to the deacon beside him, "It is said that my master went out. Liu Xing's little friend is kind to me in my Panlong Hall. Who has any objection? If you go to the back of the mountain for ten years, come to see me again."

With a twitch on the deacon's face, he didn't dare to say more, and turned around and went out.

The poor family has been sitting there motionless.

"You still can't forget them, can you?" She asked softly, but Pantian Hall was so cold that the elders couldn't sit still. They all knew what happened back then.

In those years, poor jasper threatened the king of Panlongyan with the safety of one day's worlds, forcing him to abandon his wife and children and exchange his sacrifice for the peace of the worlds of the gods and heaven. More than 20 years have passed, but everyone knows that it was not completely suppressed by the birth of Panlongji and Panlong Xiangxue, but like the pressure of a day. In the heart of King Panlongyan, it has now reached an unbearable level.

"I think that in the heavens and all walks of life, I can no longer find a person who can be worthy of my poor jasper. As a last resort, I have to tie my life to you. Although I have forced you, I have not done enough in these years. For you, I hurt my brother with my own hands. For you, I suppressed my poor family several times. Let them live aggrieved life all the time. For you, I will follow you to the ancient sky. Have you said half a sentence against your will, but even if I give everything, you still live in pain day by day.

"Yan Wang, you are a real man. Why do you always care about a woman who is less than half of my cultivation and can't let go of the child who may have died long ago? We have children. Can't you see it? It's always been indifferent to Panlongji. People, there is only Xiang Xueer who can make you smile. King Yan, this is unfair to me. That insignificant woman and child, who is qualified to compete with me for you and let you have the idea of suicide? Together with this idea, it is ten times more difficult to practice the way of immortality..."

"I still can't forget..."

Panlongyan Wang smiled, and a line of iron tears slowly flowed down.

"I'm a guilty person, not worthy of Your Highness..."

After saying this, he got up and left.

Not long after Panlong Xingchen's words spread, the younger generation dispersed, and Panlong Hall seemed to have regained calm again.

It's just that in this calm, how many storms are brewing in it.

On Panlong Peak, the thin body has been cultivated. The extremely majestic vortex can only slowly open up. And with his Zhang Da, the spirits of heaven and earth that are as thick as ** in the Panlong Hall become thinner and thinner.

The phagocytosis has never been broken.

And the cultivation of the divine practitioners in the Panlong Hall has not progressed.

At the same time, many families secretly sent people to inquire about the origin of the teenager named Liu Xing.

On this day, Jin Guangzhan, the lord of the Golden Hall, got a fast tube from the mountain in a moment. After he opened it, he stood still for a long time.

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