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Chapter 1968 Kunlun Patriarch

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    At this moment.

    In a certain place in the Chaotic Star Sea, on a desolate star rich in spiritual jade, there are corpses lying everywhere.

    Zhao Tianyi's primordial soul avatar sits cross-legged at the bottom of the valley, repeating a name in his mouth:

    "Luo Yuan the hero Luo Yuan I hate you so much! I regret it so much! Before you left Middle Earth, I should have united with my brothers and tried my best to kill you in your infancy!"

    "Don't worry, one day sooner or later, I, Zhao Tianyi, will avenge the extermination of the clan and slaughter your whole family!"

    "Um?"

    Suddenly, Zhao Tianyi took out a communication talisman from his bosom, and the light appeared on it, sending bursts of information.

    "Brother Guiyi!"

    Zhao Tianyi was ecstatic: "Great, Senior Brother Gui Yi has finally returned to Chaotic Star Sea, he has also survived the eighth level of thunder tribulation, and cultivated into the void stage! There is hope for revenge!"

    He stood up.

    Not long after, a man with white hair and a long gown came to this place and frowned when he saw the tragic situation where Zhao Tianyi was.

    "Tianyi, what happened? In such a hurry, use seventy-two messenger spells to summon me back."

    The man in the long gown fell into a deep valley and met Zhao Tianyi.

    "Brother Guiyi, if you come back three days earlier, our sect will not be destroyed!"

    Zhao Tianyi's face was covered with hatred.

    Song Guiyi narrowed his pupils: "What did you say?"

    Zhao Tianyi snorted coldly: "Since I heard it clearly, why do I need to ask more questions? Kunlun has been destroyed, and was killed by a"

    He told the ins and outs of the matter.

    Song Guiyi was quite surprised.

    He has traveled the Xuanhuang Great World for so many years, but he never expected that his own sect would be wiped out!

    "Master Xuedao, Peach God, the four ancestors, the six creators put up such a battle, and they all lost? What is the origin of the hero Luoyuan?"

    He gasped.

    Zhao Tianyi gritted his teeth and said: "This son is the son of luck, and he has a great destiny."

    Song Guiyi looked solemn: "If that's the case, it won't help if you call me back."

    Zhao Tianyi said: "Senior brother, I called you back to use your fairy-seeking mirror to communicate with the upper world and contact the ancestor master. Naturally, you are no match for that little beast!"

    Song Guiyi frowned: "Searching Mirror?"

    Zhao Tianyi said: "That's right. Back then, the patriarch reluctantly gave up his love and left behind the Immortal Seeking Mirror just to continue the incense of my Kunlun lineage."

    "This fairy artifact has two major functions. One is to search for fairy roots in Chaotic Star Sea every thousand years, and the other is to communicate with the fairy world and contact the ancestor."

    "Brother, don't you want to avenge our sect"

    Zhao Tianyi's eyes flickered: "Don't forget that you once swore to the Dao of Heaven, eternal life, and loyalty to the sect. If you don't help me, you will betray the sect and violate the oath of the Dao of Heaven in the dark. Do you know what it means?"

    "Hmph, did I say I won't help you?"

    Song Guiyi snorted coldly, very displeased: "Your current avatar of the Tongtian stage cannot activate the Immortal Seeking Mirror, let senior brother come!"

    "Okay, brother, please!"

    Zhao Tianyi smiled and cupped his fists.

    Song Guiyi seemed very unhappy.

    However, after careful consideration, he still took out an octagonal gilded mirror, bit his finger, dripped a drop of blood on it, and smudged it with his sleeve robe.

    "Buzz!"

    Immediately, the precious mirror bloomed with celestial beauty, full of brilliance.

    After waiting for seven days and seven nights, in the early morning of the eighth day, Song Guiyi suddenly felt that the mirror had lost the control of his master, and flew away through the air.

    Five-color brilliance shot out from the mirror, gradually condensing into the image of a young man.

    The young man was in his early twenties, not much older than Luo Yun, wearing a brocade robe, with a majestic expression on his face.

    "Taoyuan Kunlun disciple?"

    "It took a sixty years of cultivation to communicate with me across borders. What happened?"

    It was the first time for Song Guiyi and Zhao Tianyi to see the living Patriarch, and they hurriedly knelt down to pay respects: "The 32nd generation Supreme Elder of the Kunlun Immortal Sect, Song Guiyi/Zhao Tianyi, pay homage to the Patriarch!"

    "Tell me something!"

    The young man in brocade robe is not happy to chat.

    Before Song Guiyi could speak, Zhao Tianyi crawled over from the ground like a dog, crying loudly: "Master Patriarch, Master Changchun, Kunlun is dead, Kunlun is dead"

    "What did you say?"

    The pupils of the young man in brocade robe shrank suddenly.

    Zhao Tianyi cried and told the ins and outs of the matter again."Xiakui LuoyuanLuo Yuanthis name is the same as that popular Internet celebrity recently Forget it, it should be the same name."

    The young man in brocade robe didn't think much about it.

    There are countless people with the same name in the world, let alone tens of billions of people named Luo Yuan.

    "Even Master Xuedao is entangled by his people. Master Xuedao is the peak combat power in the Mahayana period. The lower realm should be invincible. Who can match him?"

    The young man in brocade robe was puzzled, his brows were deeply frowned.

    "By the way, Master Patriarch, Lord Xuedao called that woman Senior Sister, and his words were extremely respectful. Could it be that he is the reincarnated immortal of Jiejiao?"

    Zhao Tianyi added a detail.

    "What? Sister!"

    "Is the reincarnation of the Great Immortal Jiejiao?"

    The spirit of the young man in brocade was shaken, and he suddenly felt that the nature of the matter had changed.

    Next, Zhao Tianyi gave two shocking details.

    "The Great Luo Divine Fetus!"

    "Jietian Qishi?"

    "Zhao Tianyi, are you sure? If you dare to lie to this seat, across the billions of starry sky, this seat can still make you lose your soul, believe it or not?"

    When the young man in brocade heard his words, especially the divine fetus of Daluo, he was immediately stimulated to his nerves.

    "It's true, it's true! Patriarch, grandpa, how dare this junior lie to you?"

    Zhao Tianyi kowtowed a few times.

    "Then why didn't you tell this seat four years ago!"

    The young man in brocade robe was furious, grabbed Zhao Tianyi with his right hand, and was strangled by the throat, unable to breathe.

    "How can it be?!"

    Song Guiyi stood behind, his eyes widened.

    Across billions of starry sky, he can still attack Zhao Tian!  You know, their patriarch is just a projection now, without any soul consciousness and soul power, just a pure image!

    Just imagine, two people are making a video call, and one person suddenly jumps out of the screen and grabs the other person's throat. Isn't it scary?

    "Patriarch, please listen to me!"

    Song Guiyi hurriedly said: "When we found this girl, we immediately called you hundreds of times with the fairy mirror, but you still ignored me, so we"

    "snort!"

    The young man in brocade robe threw Zhao Tianyi back to the ground. Four years ago, he did pass a small test, which lasted almost ten years.

    "During this time, I will pay attention to contacting you. You'd better not play with me and disappear Otherwise, I don't mind changing a group of elders."

    The young man in brocade robe had a threatening face.

    "Don't dare, dare not!"

    "Contact anytime, contact Patriarch Grandpa anytime!"

    Zhao Tianyi kowtowed non-stop.

    The young man in brocade robe looked straight at Song Guiyi, who also knelt down and kowtowed: "Your junior dare not!"

    "Hmph, you don't even have the guts to hang on."

    The brocade robed youth put his hands behind his back, and his tone became sobbing:

    "The Divine Embryo of the Great Luo, reaching the pinnacle, is a collection of thirty-six fairy roots" (Remember the website of this site: www.hlnovel.com
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