Chapter 928

On the top of the mountain, the blind young man with black cloth on his eyes seemed to be aware of it. A pair of invisible eyes looked at the ink path in the void. His ancient clothes floated with the mountain wind, as if they were integrated with the whole heaven and earth. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would almost be unaware even with the divine sense of the ink path.

"Who stepped on the horse again?!"

Mo Dao's eyes twitched and he wanted to curse his mother. From the blind young man with the anti blood color sword, he felt a strong sense of threat, which was not much weaker than the guy with white hair and red robe before. This made him start a storm in his heart and his face suddenly looked ugly.

Mo Dao couldn't imagine that it was just a desolate and abandoned wasteland. How could one after another appear to threaten the strong men of the same generation of the son of God, and these guys didn't have the blood of God flowing in their bodies.

You should know that even with the vast sea of stars, there are only a few people like the son of God. After all, the stronger the realm, the lower the possibility of leaving blood, even the supreme sage, let alone the supreme existence of saints into God.

But at present, there is only a wild world, but there are two fellow practitioners who can threaten the son of God in a short time, which makes Mo Dao doubt whether he has entered a wild world or the top ancient stars of life in the star sea.

WOW!

In the silent confrontation between Mo Dao and the blind young man, Ye Hao in the smoke and dust ruins also rose into the sky, with blood stains on his body, his face dignified and solemn, and stared at Mo Dao. However, when he saw his look, he subconsciously looked at the mountain top not far away, and saw the blind youth, his look was a little stunned.

The young man on the top of the mountain, tall and straight, with thick black cloth over his eyes, was dressed in incomparably ancient clothes. It seemed that he did not belong to this era, but he did not have the slightest corruption. It was obvious that he was not those old monsters with a long face and skill.

What surprised Ye Hao most was that the young man's shoulder resisted a blood colored huge knife, which was almost the same size as his body. It was really exaggerated. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he couldn't imagine that someone would use such a huge blood knife as a weapon.

Who is this strange young man who appears silently?

Ye Hao couldn't help but wonder. He had seen the most amazing monsters in the world. He didn't have the blind young man in front of him, but his eyes fell on the blind young man. Even his heart was trembling, no less weak than when he faced the ink road.

Obviously, the strength of this blind young man is extremely terrible, and he will not even be weaker than the ink way of God's blood.

Of course, if Zhang Sheng was here, he would be able to recognize the blind young man on the top of the mountain at a glance. He walked out of a mysterious and dangerous historic site in Donghuang after he banned the world.

That historic site is a traditional relic, which once belonged to the ancient holy King sect. However, in the mysterious upheaval sweeping through ancient times, the holy King sect was completely destroyed and disappeared.

"Hehe, no wonder you can take the Kirin sacred tree from Li Mier. Although his strength has not been completely restored at that time, it is enough to prove that you are good. I can't imagine that people like you can still appear in the world when the cultivation environment is declining."

In the dead of heaven and earth, the blind young man on the top of the mountain suddenly turned his head to Ye Hao and smiled with interest.

Hearing the speech, Ye Hao was slightly stunned. He suddenly recalled that when he first entered the eternal land, the common King saint and the ancient spring and autumn Sutra, he saw the birth of the Kirin divine tree, which attracted the competition of Tianjiao from all parties. One of the people who claimed to be Li Mier's reciter was a descendant of the ancient six desires divine sect. His power was terrible. Even Yun miaoxuan couldn't win with all his strength.

Looking back now, Ye Hao finally found that Li mi'er's clothes were as old as the blind young man in front of him. They didn't seem to belong to this era.

Moreover, according to the meaning of the former, Li Miaoer, who was able to fight with Yun Miaoxian, the saint of yaochi at that time, didn't use all his strength?

"You... Who are you?"

In the bottom of his heart, Ye Hao was also surprised and uncertain. For this, the blind young man pulled the corners of his mouth and said faintly: "with your talent, you may be comparable to us in ancient times. You are qualified to know my origin."

"Saint Wang Zong, Mo beixuan."

As the words of the blind youth sounded, Ye Hao was slightly stunned at first, and then his eyes shrank fiercely, and there was a storm in his heart.

How could he not have heard of the holy King sect? It was like thunder. This was an ancient Taoist tradition. The sect also had saints. They were incomparably brilliant and powerful, but in the end, they fell apart and disappeared in the mysterious upheaval in ancient times, and were completely buried by the long river of time.

As for Mo beixuan, he once saw him in an ancient book. He knew that he was the most amazing Tianjiao of shengwangzong. He was known as a saint, a natural vision and incomparably powerful.

How can an ancient Tianjiao appear in this world?

Did you live from ancient times to this world?

How is this possible?

In ancient times, millions of years ago, even saints such as cangzu cut themselves with a knife and self styled with the supreme secret method. It is very difficult to live until now. Even if he is amazing, how can he survive such a long time, not to mention the sage field, even the supreme field?

"You... Are you kidding?"

Ye Hao's face was stiff for a while, and even his words stuttered. All this was so unexpected that he almost subverted what he had known before.

The supreme longevity is only ten thousand years.

Although saints have a long history and have a life of 100000 yuan, they also have an end.

Of course, with the supreme means of saints, they can endure so far after cutting a knife.

But how can Mo beixuan compare with the real sage?

"Hehe, is it interesting to pretend to be an ancient?"

On the top of the mountain, Mo beixuan smiled bitterly and sighed: "don't feel shocked. I can live to this day, all because the master exhausted the details of the Holy wangzong and asked for a long piece of biomass to seal me up to now. Now the opportunity has come, and I wake up in time."

"Immortal substance?"

Ye Hao's eyes shrank suddenly, and waves of waves appeared at the bottom of his heart. He once heard two supreme masters of the school palace mention that ancient saints such as cangzu have survived against the sky. In addition to cutting themselves, they must also rely on the power of an immortal material.

This kind of immortal material is rare in the world. Even in the ancient practice environment, it has not appeared much. It can be said that it is harder to find than the divine material mother gold or the legendary immortal medicine. It has long disappeared in the world and can't be seen at all.