Mysterious God-level Scan

What surprised people was that his eyes were actually completely red, as if they were inlaid with two flame gems. Between glances, even the air felt warm.

"Patriarch!"

After seeing this middle-aged man, all the old people around were whispering.

The middle-aged man's eyes twinkled, and he spoke in a low voice.

"Stronger than me, or even better than Gu Yuan? Could it be that the Spirit Emperor failed?!"

The middle-aged man at this moment has a solemn expression.

Following the middle-aged man's words, all the old people around took a deep breath. The Spirit Emperor has not existed for so many years. Until now, only one Spirit Emperor has been recorded, and the rest of the Spirit Emperors have all lost their records.

"good."

At this moment, two gray-haired old men also agreed.

Faced with the sudden appearance of the Spirit Emperor, this ancient race has been unable to react.

Even they couldn't digest this huge piece of news.

"Senior, who are you, and why did you appear in my Yan clan?"

After the middle-aged man was unable to move, he took a deep breath.

Impressively, this is the flame world where one of the eight ancient clans in Dou World lives.

As the middle-aged man's words fell.

The corner of Ye Cang's mouth, who incarnated like a god's mansion descended into the world, raised an arc.

A loud humming sound resounded like a shocking copper bell.

"Descendants, I am your ancestor."

Chapter [-] Heaven and Earth Collapse?

Ye Zi Cang's voice fell.

Everyone present was stunned, ancestors?

"You are the first generation of the patriarch."

Without waiting for everyone to reply, Ye Zicang asked the next question.

Between the words, the breath of life rolled like a curtain of a galaxy, shaking the sky and the earth.

This space may be strong for others, but it is weak in front of Ye Zicang.

This side of the world, after all, is much weaker than the world of God, and the barriers to space are countless times thinner. It only needs some "low-level" to walk through the void at will.

As early as Ye Zicang observed this Fangdongtian, he discovered it.

This is the area where the Yan world, one of the eight ancient clans in the world of fighting, the Yan clan is located.

That patriarch is the patriarch of the Yan Clan, Yan Jin.

In the face of Ye Ye Cang's words, many old people all had strange expressions on their faces, and they were uncertain.

This seemingly unreasonable reason is extremely reasonable.

After all, as early as countless years ago, the Spirit Emperor had long since disappeared, and this sudden appearance of the Spirit Emperor, apart from those Spirit Emperors who disappeared [-] years ago, who else is there?

"I am the eighty-fourth generation patriarch of the Yan Clan."

Yan Jin's eyes flickered, wanting to see through the blurred silhouette of Ye Zicang, he spoke in a deep voice.

"My Yan clan has declined, how can you be the only one who is a little eight-star spiritual saint to become the patriarch?"

As Ye Zicang's voice fell, Yan Ji and the Yan clan elders all twitched at the corners of their mouths.

Little Eight-star Spiritual Saint

"Senior, are you really the ancestor of my Yan clan? I don't know if there is any evidence?"

Yan Jin took a deep breath to calm the waves in his heart.

Their Yan clan has stood on the mainland for countless years, and it is impossible to blindly recognize their ancestors just because of a single word.

"Very well, at least this point is still responsible, and there is no humility in the face of me."

Ye Zicang's face bloomed with a smile, but he said with an old idiom.

In an instant!

A breath of deterrence flows.

The many elders of the Yan clan all suppressed their qi, and the suppressed breath filled their hearts.

And at the same moment, a huge wave of soaring flames overwhelmed the sky and washed up on the cemetery.

The boundless flames cover the sky and the sun, wanting to cover the world.

What followed was a domineering aura that dominated the world.

"My name is Yanba!"

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