V6.Chapter 213

Huang Quan's words stirred up thousands of waves like a stone, which made Yan Feicheng and Hao Xue stunned.

Artifact, that's a real Shinto object. In this era when people in the Shinto disappeared, if you can hold the artifact and have the strength to play some of its power, then it's enough to run around the world.

It is for this reason that the masters of dashenyu family and Dongtianfudi will never forget the five element ring in he Yiming's hand.

However, Huang Quan's words completely overturned their understanding of artifacts, which naturally made them puzzled.

Seeing the suspicious color on the two faces, Jimo fanshu smiled and said, "he Yiming once came to the land of Jiuyou and was chased by me all the way to ghost crying ridge. During this time, he did not use the artifact Jiulong stove."

Yan Feicheng and Hao Xue's eyes lit up at the same time. They looked at each other. Yan Feicheng said, "master, is this news false?"

If he Yiming really has the artifact Jiulong stove in his hand, how can he be so embarrassed when facing the strong at the peak of humanity.

As long as he takes out the Jiulong stove, even if only one of the fire dragons is released, the ancestor of huangquan is afraid to flee at the sight of the wind.

Jimo fanshu gently waved his hand and said, "the battle between Jiulong stove and tree god is such a big event that our spies would not have spread it unless they witnessed it with their own eyes, so it is true in all likelihood."

He has great confidence in the intelligence network he has established. Since the news came from Dongtianfudi, it will never be false.

Yan Feicheng was slightly stunned. He was really puzzled. Since he Yiming had the artifact Jiulong stove in his hand, why did he hide it.

In the face of the pursuit of the strong at the peak of humanity, as long as there is a trace of power, it will not hesitate to display it. If there is an artifact hidden, it will be chased and killed by people. Isn't that going to make people laugh.

Hao Xue's expression suddenly moved and said, "ancestor, can he Yiming still not control the artifact Jiulong stove?"

Jimo fanshu laughed and said, "the artifact is the thing of the divine way, and it's not so easy to control." He sneered and said, "even if the Jiulong stove fell into my hand, I'm afraid it's powerless to control it, let alone a mere he Yiming."

Hao Xue and Yan Feicheng suddenly realized.

A moment later, Hao Xue frowned and said, "old ancestor, but this time in the blessed land of the cave, he really used the Jiulong stove."

Jimo fanshu gently waved his hand and said, "the artifact is a spiritual thing, which is beyond the reach of ordinary divine soldiers. If it is not in the blessed land of the cave, then it will definitely not appear."

Hao Xue hesitated for a moment, and his heart was extremely puzzled, why did the old ancestor make such an assertion.

"The Jiulong stove is an artifact, and the tree god in the blessed land is the peak achievement of wood power. Although it is not an artifact, it is not inferior to any artifact in the world." Jimo fanshu said slowly, "when the two gods meet, it's not surprising that there is a collision."

When he said this, a strange light flashed in his eyes.

The reputation of the ten thousand year old tree of Dongtianfudi is so great that even he once paid a special visit to Dongtianfudi.

That time had a great impact on him. It was precisely because he felt the boundless life force as far-reaching as the sea that he took a key step and finally advanced to the peak of humanity.

But now, thinking about it, he can feel that power more and more huge and incredible.

That is beyond the scope of humanity and definitely belongs to the realm of Shinto. That's why he was so sure that the artifact Jiulong stove was not controlled by he Yiming, but was attracted by the divine tree.

If he Yiming heard these words here, he would be surprised beyond measure.

He learned the truth from Baozhu's mouth, but the ancestor of the yellow spring had guessed the truth just by virtue of his insight.

Although Hao Xue and Yan Feicheng were muttering in their hearts, they also had inexplicably strong confidence in huangquan's ancestors. At this time, I nodded one after another.

However, if these words did not come from the mouth of this strong man at the peak of humanity, they would definitely not believe it.

Jimo fanshu raised his feet and took a few steps towards it. Looking at the sinking sunset in the distance, he sighed a long sigh and said, "although he Yiming can't use the artifact, since the Jiulong stove is in his hand, it is always a hidden danger."

Hao Xue's heart suddenly accelerated. Among them, he was the only one who had an inextricable death feud with he Yiming. Now, hearing the tone of the old ancestor, it seems that he is going to deal with he Yiming, which naturally makes him overjoyed.

However, Jimo fanshu pondered for a while, but said, "I still can't come forward with this matter."

Hao xuena's high breath suddenly vented.

With the strength of he Yiming now, except for the strong at the peak of humanity, others are afraid that they are simply not good enough.

Perhaps, on that day, the divine calculating son on Chi mountain set up a game with his unparalleled computing ability, and you can try it, but he Yiming is under the Tianchi gate. It is great that the divine calculating son does not help. It is impossible for him to take the initiative to murder he Yiming.

In a trance, Hao Xue's eyes were full of flowers, and the ancestor of the Yu family unexpectedly stood in front of him like a ghost.

Hao Xue's heart was cold, and he looked at the ancestor of the yellow spring in surprise.

Jimo fanshu's voice sounded faintly: "the power of this puppet has been extremely powerful. Even if it competes with the top masters of humanity, it's not a big deal. Take him down the mountain. But you should remember that if he Yiming is with the white horse, you must not touch it."

Hao Xue's face suddenly turned red, and his heart was full of great surprise.

Although in the past, the ancestors also had a little bit of tone, it seemed that they wanted to kill he Yiming with the help of a puppet. But until now, Hao Xue believed that the old ancestor really had this worry.

A puppet equivalent to the peak of humanity, how powerful it is. Once he thought that he would control the puppet, the excitement in his heart could be imagined.

He bowed deeply to the old ancestor and said, "I will obey you. I will never fail to live up to your old expectations. I will give you the artifact Jiulong stove."

Jimo fanshu's mouth swings a smile. As long as there is no white horse, he Yiming will definitely not escape the strong pursuit of the peak of humanity. Similarly, as long as this person did not die at his own hands, even if the emperor Shi Tian kissed him, there was no way to get him.

On the continent, the white light flashed and disappeared instantly at a speed unimaginable to ordinary people.

With a gentle clip on the horse's belly, the white horse thunder and lightning stopped again. He Yiming looked up and looked at the huge landmark Tongtian Pagoda in the distance. Of course, the most famous undefended city on the mainland also came into sight.

He Yiming smiled gently and said, "thunder and lightning, let's go slowly. Brother Jin certainly didn't expect us to leave the northwest so early."

The white horse hissed, and it also had a very deep good impression of the golden battle.

He stepped away and ran slowly towards the front at the speed of an ordinary horse.

However, in a moment, they had caught up with a group of people. He Yiming glanced at them and immediately included their costumes in his eyes.

Although the costumes on these people are different, many people embroider a symbol of Tongtian pagoda on their shoulders, which shows that they are all disciples of Lingxiao temple. Judging from their dusty appearance, it was clear that they had rushed for a long time before returning to the Lingxiao temple.

However, even though the LingXiao palace was in sight, they still dared not let go of their horses and galloped, but moved forward at a speed almost like a snail compared with the fast horse.

He Yiming knows that this is the regulation of Lingxiao temple. Within a certain range of the city, running horses are not allowed.

At this time, seeing the white horse galloping, these people's faces showed a trace of bad expression. Especially when they saw that there was no sign on he Yiming's shoulder, they were even ready to move.

He Yiming sighed in his heart. For white horse, this speed is equivalent to a slow walk. If you really increase the speed, these people will see a white light at most.

After hesitating for a while, he Yiming finally patted the back of the white horse. Thunder and lightning slowed down again and moved forward at a speed only slightly faster than these people.

He Yiming will do as the Romans do in Rome, even in the face of Hao Dong and Jin battle.

However, when the white horse slowed down, these people immediately focused on it, especially the single horn on the white horse's head, which attracted everyone's attention.

He Yiming immediately found that the atmosphere here seemed to have changed subtly.

Originally, when these people saw themselves, their expression was quite bad, and it seemed that they would come forward to intercept at any time. But soon after he took the initiative to slow down, the expressions of these people began to become colorful.

These expressions include admiration, fear, ecstasy, fear and worry, etc.

He Yiming frowned slightly, and his heart was extremely dissatisfied. Anyone who was suddenly watched by a group of strangers would not feel good.

However, these people are disciples of Lingxiao temple after all, so he Yiming can't take it out on them anyway.

Suddenly, a man raised his whip and madly whipped the horse under his crotch.

The horse ran frantically towards the Lingxiao temple, and its speed was far faster than usual.

He Yiming looked slightly stunned. He didn't understand what the guy was doing, but he didn't mean to ask, so he walked slowly in silence.

The fast horse quickly entered the city. Just a quarter of an hour later, the distant bell rang on the pagoda.

He Yiming's eyes were slightly raised. He silently counted in his heart, and his face changed with it.

Eighteen.

Eighteen bells pierced the sky and echoed in this empty place.

Later, he Yiming saw that a large number of people came out in front of the city.

At this point, he finally understood that these people actually recognized their origins from white horse!