Chapter 38 Millennium Past Reappears

As soon as Jian Feiyu's words fell, everyone followed the sound and saw a shocking scene happening on the field.

The shabby ground, deep pits and cracks are everywhere, which can't be described by pen and ink. At this time, Ji Yifeng and Ye Qianqiu moved at the same time.

Ji Yifeng opened and clenched her fingers, as if she was trying her best to recover.

And Ye Qianqiu was even more horrible. With a loud shout, his whole body stood up straight and stood as tall as a green pine. The momentum that burst out suddenly shook the smoke and dust.

In the end, Ji Yifeng roared, stretched out his body and stood proudly again.

"Will this... recover together?" Gui Guyan looked at the two people who recovered and looked puzzled.

"Who won?" Tianxing asked.

Jian Feiyu shook his head to show that he didn't know.

The two people on the field also stood like this, and no one moved or spoke.

Such an atmosphere made everyone feel depressed. As a result, the stone in their hearts could not fall for a moment.

Liu Tianshu and Shu Hong looked at each other and then shook their heads. They didn't know what the result would be.

At this moment, Ji Yifeng suddenly opened his mouth and said, "You won."

Everyone was shocked that Ji Yifeng actually admitted defeat. Is this kind of thing really something that this seventh prince of China, the new generation of military gods can do?

Ye Qianqiu's face remained unchanged and replied, "It's just half a move, no advantage!"

When everyone heard the words, they learned the final result. It turned out that Ye Qianqiu won half a move and only won half a move!

"In the battlefield, half a move is enough to kill the enemy!" Ji Yifeng put away the black dragon gun and walked to Ye Qianqiu.

Ye Qianqiu sighed, took the Qingyang sword back into the empty mirror, and then walked to Ji Yifeng step by step.

The two walked to the middle and then stretched out a hand. Ji Yifeng punched Ye Qianqiu in the chest and said in his ear in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Kid, well done!"

Ye Qianqiu smiled and finally slapped him back and said, "Next time, see you in Chang'an. You will be the host then."

The two stop and then stand opposite each other. Ji Yifeng smiled faintly and said, "No problem, goodbye, Chang'an."

Ye Qianqiu nodded and stopped talking.

"Is that the result of the war? Two wins and one loss, did we win? Gui Guyan looked around and asked.

Jian Feiyu nodded and looked cold: "If this is not an illusion, we will indeed win!"

Shu Hong smiled faintly and looked at them and said, "We won. This is not an illusion."

Contrary to see Tianxing Tianfeng and others, they don't believe it. They are very confused about this result and don't believe it very much.

In their eyes, Ji Yifeng will not lose to Ye Qianqiu, who is lower than himself, but the result is so, which is unacceptable to them.

"Don't think too much about it. I lost this time!" I don't know when Ji Yifeng has come to everyone.

The light in the eyes of Tianxing and others suddenly dimmed a little, and then stopped talking.

Yunyue and Gui Shenjue also came over. Yunyue nodded to Ji Yifeng, then turned to Ye Qianqiu and shouted, "Qianqiu, why are you still standing there?"

Ye Qianqiu turned around, shook his head, and then slowly came over.

" Mr. Ye... Are you all right?" After Ye Qianqiu came over, Han Xiaoxi asked in such a small voice.

Ye Qianqiu replied with a faint smile and said, "It's okay. Don't worry."

At this moment, the old and majestic voice sounded again: "As a result, I already know that Jinling City has won. Let's take out the holy soldiers!"

The voice of the old saint sounded and asked the commander of Jinling City to take out the holy soldier.

Ye Qianqiu took a step forward, saluted the dark place and said, "Senior, the younger generation is the commander of Jinling City. Before taking the holy soldiers, the younger generation has one more thing to ask for!"

"What's the matter?" The old saint replied in such a way, extremely concise.

Ye Qianqiu stood up straight, looked around and said, "I want to ask about how many people were trapped here a thousand years ago. I don't know if you know?"

Yunyue was slightly stunned. After all, Ye Qianqiu still had to take over the matter entrusted by Mo Lingfeng and retrieve Qin Xue's bones.

"A thousand years ago... Do you mean Mo Lingfeng?" The old saint replied that his voice was still old, but his majesty was a little less.

Several people who knew about it frowned slightly, and their hearts were shocked. The most holy was really horrible. He also knew what happened a thousand years ago. In this way, this old and most holy man was hosting the war of 100 cities a thousand years ago. It has to be said that it was a long time.

Ye Qianqiu was the first to come to his senses and said, "Exactly!"

The old saint hasn't said anything for a long time, as if he was meditating something.

Ye Qianqiu did not ask. He knew that if the old saint didn't say anything, there was nothing he could do.

After a period of waiting, the old saint finally opened his mouth again, and his old voice came again from the depths of darkness: "Mo Lingfeng's party is the most outstanding group of people I have seen in thousands of years, and it is no worse than Er and others!"

The first sentence of the old saint spoke highly of Mo Lingfeng and others, and at the same time affirmed the ability of Ye Qianqiu and Ji Yifeng.

Ye Qianqiu did not speak and waited for the old saint to continue.

"In those years, they can be said to be people with supreme holy posture. He will be sanctified every day, and Mo Lingfeng is also the most optimistic person, just like you now!" The old saint said what he knew one by one, "Although you are a martial arts double practicer who can't survive the holy disaster, I still recognize you. As for Mo Lingfeng, if he hadn't encountered the drastic changes in the Imperial Hall, he would not have died!"

"The upheaval of the Imperial Palace?" Ye Qianqiu frowned and a strange light flashed in his eyes. He knew that there must be something wrong with it.

"I and the other two most holy strongmen did not expect the dramatic change in those years. They came too suddenly, and the strength of the three of us failed to stop it, and more than a dozen ancient heroes with sacred posture fell!" The voice of the old saint came, telling a dusty past.

At this time, the ghost couldn't help interrupting: "Dare you ask the seniors, is the most holy land so easy to achieve? Also, how strong is the most holy?

"..." The old saint pondered for a while and finally said, "The most holy, it can be achieved by cutting off a corpse, but how many people can be killed at this time? The so-called holy posture is just the hope of sanctification! As for how strong the supreme saint is,... The supreme saint who cut off a corpse took action with all his strength. One blow is enough to destroy the whole divine state and kill the two corpses. As for the three corpses, no such person has appeared except Zhuang Sheng's blade for ten thousand years!"

"Cut down a corpse is enough to destroy the whole land of China?" Yunyue frowned. The most saints he and Ye Qianqiu saw in the Xiaotian Demon Temple were not so powerful. The words of the old saint puzzled him.

"Are you thinking about the birth of the demon clan?" The old saint saw through his mind and asked questions like this.

"Yes!" Cloud Moon nodded.

"At that time, due to the coverage of the demon world and the chaos of the laws of heaven and earth, the power of the saint could not be fully exerted, so it was not the real strength!" The old saint explained it this way.

Ye Qianqiu and Yunyue were shocked at the same time. The two of them experienced the incident of the saint's action, and Ye Qianqiu was seriously injured by the aftershocks blow of the young god Lu Lichen, but these were not the real strength of the most holy strong man.

Cut off the supreme saint of a corpse and hit it with all its strength to destroy the whole land of China. How can such a terrible divine power not be shocking?

"If these are predestined in the future, you will see that between the saints, there is usually a war outside the sky!" Finally, the old saint added this sentence.

Then, he continued the topic of Mo Lingfeng and his party and said, "It's not convenient for me to say more about that dramatic change. It involves too much secrets. You know that it was a disaster. At that time, all the people in the Zhonghuang Hall fell, even the people near the Zhonghuang Hall died. The three of us can do nothing!"

"Does the younger generation dare to ask that Qin Xue's bones are still in this imperial hall?" After hearing the old saint's words, Ye Qianqiu said no more and asked like this.

"Qin Xue...Mo Lingfeng..." There was a slight sadness in the voice of the old saint, "Her bones are still here, and..."

Ye Qianqiu frowned and asked, "And what?"

The old saint did not reply, sighed, and then a magnificent force rushed out of the dark and circled somewhere in the hall. Finally, a loud sound shook the surrounding area, and an ice coffin appeared. In the ice coffin, a woman lay flat.

This woman is dressed in a blue shirt, her eyes are lightly closed, and her face is very calm, without any waves. This is obviously a dead person.

The woman is very beautiful, with long black hair, ice muscles and jade bones, thin willow eyebrows, and rosy lips. Although she is a dead person, she is also a beautiful thing, and even covers the demeanor of several women in the field. She must have been a beautiful woman in the world before her lifetime.

"Is this... Elder Qin Xue?" Ye Qianqiu looked at the woman in the ice coffin and asked.

"Exact!" The old saint replied, "At the beginning, because my heart was soft for a while, I left this only intact bone and sealed it in the depths of this imperial palace with a thousand years of mysterious ice. Now you have come here for this, and you must have been entrusted by Mo Lingfeng!"

Ye Qianqiu was slightly shocked and looked into the depths of darkness and said, "How do you dare to ask your predecessors know?"

"Such a trivial matter can't escape my eyes. For thousands of years, Mo Lingfeng has kept an obsession and guarded in the ancient town to find a predestined person to help him get Qin Xue's bones, right?" The voice of the old saint sounded again.

Ye Qianqiu saluted the depths of the darkness and said, "The predecessor is worthy of being the most holy strong man between heaven and earth. That's right!"