Chapter 8122

It's not an ordinary scorching sun. It seems to be the Golden Wheel of the emperor of heaven.

Ye Chen saw the scene of countless believers worshiping the Golden Wheel of the emperor of heaven, and his heart was even more suspicious and surprised. Can it be said that the master behind the voice, like Huang Lao, is a man of the Sanshen clan?

The voice urged, "come in, you must be my predestined friend with my divine object."

Hearing this, ye Chen was stunned. Subconsciously, he looked at the Chenxi wind sword hanging around his waist and thought, "is this voice behind the owner of the Chenxi wind, the spirit ancestor of the virtual wind?"

He heard Yan Xingtian say that the wind of dawn first belonged to an ancient power called Xu Feng lingzu.

Later, Xufeng lingzu was defeated by the ancient god of Tuodi, and the wind of dawn was also taken away, and finally passed on to the divine heaven.

Now, the wind of dawn is in Ye Chen's hands. It seems that there is a kind of destiny in the dark, driving everything.

Ye Chen's heart flashed countless thoughts in an instant, and then gently recited the entering mantra taught by the mysterious voice in front of the mural.

As soon as the spell was recited, ye Chen felt that the mural seemed to be distorted, and a powerful force emanated from it, forcibly dragging his body into the mural world.

Ye Chen woke up and was on alert. After a whirl of heaven and earth, he came to a very desolate world.

This desolate world is full of wind and sand, without the existence of any life, nor the fluctuation of the aura of heaven and earth, a dead silence.

In the wind and sand all over the sky, ye Chen saw a trembling old man, ragged and scarred, leaning on crutches, coming step by step from the sand dunes in the distance.

"Lord of reincarnation, you finally come."

The old man looked like a dying man. He was in his twilight years, and his old wounds were all over his body. His wrinkled face was full of scars of knives and swords. His appearance was ugly and ferocious, and his voice was also very vicissitudes.

In the reincarnation cemetery, Huang Lao saw the old man, and his voice suddenly sank, saying, "it's really him, the top power of the protoss in the past, Xu Feng lingzu, who didn't expect to wear and fall here today!" The tone is full of euphemism and regret.

Ye Chen was shocked when he heard Huang Lao's words.

This old man is indeed the legendary spirit ancestor of Xu Feng!

"Elder, are you the spirit ancestor of Xu Feng?"

Ye Chen arched his hand to the old man and asked.

"How dare you recognize me?"

The old man was quite surprised, and then laughed and said, "my disciple Nangong Ling told you?"

Ye Chen didn't react for a moment, and subconsciously asked, "who is Nangong mausoleum?"

The old man said, "that's the patriarch of the Danqing immortal sect in the Danqing world. I taught him all the magic powers of mountain ink painting."

Ye Chen suddenly woke up and was even more surprised.

Danqing immortal sect is proficient in the magical powers of landscape and ink painting, and can evolve thousands of atmospheres with pen and ink, but ye Chen didn't expect that these magical powers came from this old man.

The patriarch of danqingxian sect is the disciple of the old man!

"Master, your identity is not told by danqingxianzong, but..."

Ye Chen hesitated to say the name of Huang Lao, but the reincarnation cemetery in his body had vibrated, and the figure of Huang Lao floated out. The vast majesty stirred the void, and his voice said with a trace of vicissitudes and Indifference:

"I told him."

Seeing Huang Lao, the old man couldn't believe his eyes for a moment, and then murmured, "Huang Zizi, it's you."

He looked up and down at the old man, and sighed: "I didn't expect that the genius of the old man was worn and aged today. Like me, he became an old man, ha ha..."

Huang Lao calmly said, "the vicissitudes of life, old wear and tear is inevitable, Xu Feng lingzu, I thought you were dead."

Xu Feng lingzu laughed and said, "my old bones are not so easy to die, cough... Cough..."

When talking, it affected the old wound, a violent cough, and the scars and wrinkles on the face were shaking, which looked terrible.

After a pause, Xu Feng lingzu's muddy eyes looked at Ye Chen and said, "I feel the breath of the Golden Wheel of the emperor of heaven on him. Has he taken charge of the highest artifact of our Sanshen clan?"

Huang Laodao: "no, the person who controls the Golden Wheel of the emperor of heaven at present is Ren Feifan."

Xu Feng lingzu pinched his fingers and whispered, "Ren Feifan... The protector of reincarnation? That's also the reincarnation camp. I didn't expect that the supreme of our scattered Protoss entrusted the highest artifact to reincarnation..."

His voice was filled with endless sobs, because in those years, he was the top power of the Protoss and the person closest to the Golden Wheel of the emperor of heaven.

Hearing his words, ye Chen mentioned the supreme of the scattered Protoss, and immediately moved in his heart and asked:

"Elder generation, is it a woman named Sun Yi, the Supreme Master of your scattered Protoss?"

At present, Sun Yi is trapped in the demon star sea.

Ye Chen suspected that Sun Yi's future body, not her present body, was probably trapped inside.

Because according to the theory, Sun Yi in the real world can't go to the world without time and space.

Xu Feng lingzu frowned and said, "what Sunyi, I haven't heard of this person. I, the supreme of the Sanshen clan, is not a woman, but a well-known existence in the real world. He is the leader of the upright sect of Zihuang fairy palace, Chongyang immortal."

Ye Chen was surprised and said, "what, the supreme of the Sanshen clan is Chongyang immortal?"