Why do they always think that I am the hidden immortal emperor?

On the other side of the jade talisman was Jian Chen who was still in Xianjiu Palace.

He fell into a brief silence after reporting the information about Wutong Province to Jian Chen.

But Gu Nansheng, who knew him well, knew that the more this happened, the more it represented that Jian Chen was very angry at the moment.

"Master, should I kill these people directly? They are not strong, I should be able to..."

Gu Nansheng's state is still in the middle stage of the anti-virtual state.

And the sect leader of the Seven Star Sect is only in the early stage of anti-virtual.

Although there is only one realm difference, the magic weapons that Gu Nansheng possesses and the magic skills he can practice far exceed those of his opponent.

As long as Jian Chen gives the order, these people will die without knowing how.

Jian Chen on the other side of the jade talisman pondered for a while and said in a cold tone:

"Keep them here for a while longer. Since senior has hinted that I am not here just for a small sect, you will be investigating for a while to see if you can find anything else in Wutong State."

"I understand master."

After the message transmission ended, Gu Nansheng snorted coldly and turned into a ray of fire to go to the human dynasty below.

Since we want to find out what it is like.

Then start from the most basic place.

There must be a special reason for this Seven Star Sect master to deliberately cause a war among mortals.

Not long after Gu Nansheng left.

The Seven Star Sect Master raised his head.

Looking at where he was just now, he showed a smile full of evil thoughts.

Beside him, the pattern of the small round tripod gradually transformed into a ghost with a hateful face.

If you look carefully, you can see that there is a vague shadow of this ghost and god on the face of the Seven Star Sect Master.

he.

Was taken away.

"A young body with Suzaku bloodline... Hehehehe... But it's much better than this guy with a weak spiritual root."

The ghost and god who spoke, named Blood Ghost Face, lived in the ancient Eight Wastelands.

In that era when immortals were everywhere and there were as many tribulations as dogs, when it was robbing a weak sect, it was separated from its mind by the aftermath of a battle between two ancient human immortals in the sky.

Later, it was sealed in a small cauldron by a passing human monk.

When I woke up again, I came to this weak era.

Although I don’t know why I woke up at this time.

But at this moment, there is only one human race left in the Bahuang Realm that has just become an immortal.

Could it be that this was an opportunity given to him by Heaven to rule the Eight Wastelands?

He must grasp it.

"Hehehe... Without those terrifying ancient immortals of the human race, no one in these eight wastelands can beat me. When I regain my strength, I will first use the fresh Suzaku orphan as my new body, hehehe hey-hey...."

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Zhongzhou, Fozun Mountain.

Thousands of years ago, this spiritual mountain was called Buddha Tomb Mountain.

This is the final destination for the monks who practice Buddhism in the entire Bahuang World.

Later, there was a talented Buddhist cultivator who practiced hard and achieved great perfection in a short period of time.

At that time, many people thought that he could move on and become an immortal.

However, he did not go through the tribulation, but came to the Buddha's tomb mountain and disappeared.

Countless Buddhist cultivators searched for his whereabouts, but they could not find even a single hair of his even after rummaging through the Buddha's Tomb Mountain.

Since then, the concentration of spiritual energy in Buddha Tomb Mountain has skyrocketed.

Many people speculated that it was the genius who did it.

Therefore, in order to commemorate this Buddhist genius who passed by like a shooting star, this Buddha Tomb Mountain was renamed Fozun Mountain.

In this Buddha Tomb Mountain.

There is a group of tombs.

Buried here are Buddhist cultivators whose strength is lower than the Nascent Soul realm.

Not many people come back to worship on weekdays, and few people come to take care of it.

At this time, a tomb mound covered with white flowers began to tremble.

A series of strange sounds sounded from under the mound.

Not a lot of effort.

A hand stretched out from the tomb.

It was a human hand.

Immediately afterwards, the muqiu split open, and a young monk appeared from the tomb.

He sat cross-legged, his eyes closed, and a red spiritual pattern shone slightly between his eyebrows.

He slowly opened his eyes, clasped his hands together, and looked up at the sky.

"Why... would I wake up?"

He is none other than the genius Buddhist cultivator who disappeared thousands of years ago. He is completely different.

But, he is actually not all that he is.

To be precise, he is an ancient immortal who awakened more than 1000 years ago.

Although his power disappeared, he could quickly regain it with his talent and experience accumulated over countless years.

On the day when he reached the Great Perfection of the Tribulation-Transcending Realm, he found that there was no breath of the ancient times in these eight desolate realms, so he felt that it was boring and had no intention of continuing to restore his strength.

Don't think that he gave up because he couldn't regain the power to become an immortal.

Even if the road to immortality in this world is cut off, what is cut off is the current road to immortality.

What does it have to do with him, an ancient immortal?

He just found it boring.

In the ancient Eight Wastelands, there were opponents everywhere that could be fought.

Now, what if I regain my strength?

Is it possible to destroy this world?

uninteresting.

So after Quan Yi understood this, he planned to seal himself here forever and never come out again. Just like that, it was like being dead, so there was no problem.

Can...

Why are you awake?

How could he wake up at this time?

Not right.

"Could it be..."

An idea came into his mind.

Is it possible that an ancient immortal like him was born?

The completely different expressions fluctuated. If that were the case, wouldn't he have an opponent?

Think boldly.

Will the immortals from ancient times reappear in this world?

That's really something that makes people happy.

Say something.

There are also some other factors involved in sealing oneself before being completely different.

He was bewildered.

But what can make an ancient Buddha confused is nothing else.

But how did he come here from that ancient era?

He only remembered that he lost.

Besides him, many people also lost.

Can...

Who did he lose to?

Can't remember.

It's obviously a very important thing, why can't I remember it?

He also tried to recall it, but all he could get was an extremely vague piece of information.

The one who defeated him was a woman.

Quan Yi stood up from the tomb.

Then a pop was heard.

Hearing the sound, he turned out to be a young Buddhist disciple and an older one looking at him.

Making a sound.

It's a long stick held by the two of them.

"Teacher, senior brother, am I dazzled? It seems that there is a corpse standing up in front of me!"

The completely different face twitched slightly,

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Seven Star Island, outside Ye Jiu's home.

Zhao Xueqi, the owner of Hemu Building, was smiling and holding a black and white dress and knocked on Ye Jiu's door.

"Brother! I'm here to give you clothes!"

In the kitchen, Ye Jiu, who was washing vegetables, suddenly showed a bright smile when he heard this. He put down the vegetables and walked towards the door.

"Finally! Maid costume!"

Chapter 122·Maid Outfit

The courtyard door opened.

Zhao Xueqi, the female boss of Hemu Building, stood here with a smile on her face.

It was the maid outfit that Ye Jiu had longed for.

"Hey, I'm sorry, little brother, I've been a little busy these two days, and it took a long time to make clothes."

"It's okay, it doesn't matter if it takes a long time, as long as the things are made."

Zhao Xueqi smiled and handed the clothes to Ye Jiu, "Brother, put it on for your female companion. You will not be disappointed."

Ye Jiu took over the clothes and was very excited.

"Thank you. Why don't you come in and sit down?"

Zhao Xueqi shook her head and said with some regret: "I won't do it this time. I have more and more customers in Hehu Building these days. I finally found time to send you sample clothes. If I don't have any other time, I will definitely do it next time. .”

She tilted her head slightly again and looked towards the yard.

By chance, Sikong Yue was sitting there stupidly.