Chapter 440

Golden Dragon forbidden area.

Towards the depths of the forbidden area.

A group of eight people are heading to the depths of the Golden Dragon forbidden area.

In the void, Han Yun sat in the master's chair with fruit snacks beside him. He was very gentle. Yu and Chi stood not far away. They looked at Han Yun indifferently, and their eyes glittered.

And under Han Yun.

On the ground of Jinlong forbidden area, xuanyuanchen and dark night wolf walked hard.

"I didn't expect the undead women to be so gentle..."

Han Yun enjoys the most gentle service and is very comfortable in his heart. As for Chi Heyu next to him, Han Yun just ignores the past.

"Jue, how many disciples do you undead awaken now?"

Han Yun looked at Jue next to him and suddenly asked.

"The awakened disciple of the undead?"

Jue gave a little pause and then whispered, "like the war clan, the stronger the blood of the disciples in the gate, the stronger the combat power. All three of us are just disciples of five blood lines!"

Looking at Han Yun, Jue said slowly.

"Five sections of blood..."

Han Yun's eyes flashed.

Worthy of being an ancient race, five sections of blood can enter the realm of the great emperor. If six sections and seven sections of blood can become a saint, or even a legendary heavenly strongman.

"How many years did it take you to reach such a state?"

Han Yun asked in a deep voice.

"Seventeen thousand years!"

Absolute silence.

"Seventeen... Ten thousand years..."

Han Yun grinned.

These ancient races are really old monsters. They always use ten thousand years as the counting unit.

But

Han Yun looked at Jue with a smile in his eyes.

Although the present Jue has lived for 170000 years, this mentality is like a 17-year-old girl. Compared with humans, the ancient races have stronger talents, but they also spend most of their time on cultivation.

As for human sophistication, it has been ignored.

"It's good to cultivate level 6 emperor for 170000 years..."

Han Yun looked at Jue and said with a smile.

"Just good!"

Hearing Han Yun's words, Yu and his naked eyes were not happy.

Chi stood up and looked at Han Yun's eyes and asked, "how many years has it taken for your cultivation?"

"How many years have I used it?"

Han Yun smiled. Chi was the last to meet Han Yun. Chi naturally didn't see Han Yun's terrible combat power.

I don't know.

Now Han Yun is already a great emperor and a strong man.

"Chi, don't forget your..."

Hearing Chi's words, Jue's face changed and stood up to scold Chi, but Han Yun stopped him.

"Out of the way!"

Han Yun waved his hand and looked at Chi with a strange smile.

How long did he practice Han Yun?

This time can be short enough to make others doubt life!

"Do you really want to know how many years I have practiced?"

Han Yun looked at Chi and asked with a smile.

Han Yun doesn't want to destroy a talent like this. The talent in front of him is good, but it's a little sorry to hear that Han Yun's cultivation time has been hit.

"Is it not that the talent of adults is still stronger than that?"

When Chi heard Han Yun's words, her eyes showed a slight contempt.

Although Chi didn't say it, Han Yun already felt it. Chi is very confident in his identity as an undead!

"Since you want to know, I'll tell you!"

Han Yun sighed. Sometimes it's not that he wants to pretend to be forced, but that he doesn't like others to pretend to be forced.

Hear Han Yun's words.

A touch of pure light suddenly rose in his bare eyes.

Han Yun's words raised a touch of surprise in his heart.

Is Han Yun's talent really stronger than Jue?

Last time I saw Han Yun, Han Yun was just a little emperor, which made Chi, as an ancient race, naturally look down on Han Yun.

"You're right to guess. My talent is really a little better than Jue. Calculate the time. In a few months, Han Yun will be seventeen, alas..."

Han Yun looked up at the starry sky with a touch of solitude in his eyes.

Seventeen.

In his previous life, he was still immersed in his lost youth at this time, but in this life, he has become the existence that countless people look up to!

"Seventeen..."

Red eyes opened wide, looked at Han Yun's face and asked, "you're not talking about 170000 years, but seventeen years old?"

"Yes, it's seventeen!"

Han Yun said with a smile.

"How is this possible?"

Chi exclaimed, and the feather and Jue beside him looked at Han Yun with an incredible face.

Become the great emperor at seventeen?

It's impossible!

On the Xuanling continent, all martial artists have a process to go through, that is, Nirvana in the realm of the little emperor. The absolute talent is very strong, but the disaster of Nirvana can never be avoided. Only by going through Nirvana can they become the great emperor.

But Han Yun became emperor at the age of 17

It's against the rules!

When he became the great emperor at the age of 17, what about Han Yun's nirvana!

"Do you want me to show you the rings?"

Han Yun looked at Chi with a smile in his eyes.

Little level five emperor.

Dare to ridicule him, Han Yun. If it weren't for the sake of Chi's undead disciples, Han Yun wouldn't talk to him so politely.

"I don't believe that even the God of war can't become the great emperor at the age of 17. Since you are the strong emperor, let me see your rings?"

In the naked eye, the light soared.

"Presumptuous!"

Han Yun's eyes flashed cold.

"My Lord, I have offended you!"

Red Korean cloud slightly saluted and clawed Korean cloud.

"Chi, stop!"

Feather and Jue see red hands, and his face suddenly changes.

The two of them know how terrible Han Yun is. Even the terrible fire spirit bead was subdued by Han Yun, not to mention a red girl who was chased by the fire spirit bead.

"Die!"

Seeing chichao do it himself, Han Yun was a little angry.

He Han Yun has a good temper.

But not anyone can bully.

"If you want to see my rings, you are not qualified!"

Han Yun's eyes are chilly.

"Not qualified? I'm a disciple of the undead clan. Who else in the world is more qualified than my undead clan disciple, boy, get down!"

Naked eyes are shining, and one claw becomes a palm. Since you want to suppress Han Yun.

"Han Chengzhu..."

Feeling the fluctuation of war Qi, the dark night wolf and xuanyuanchen quickly appeared in front of Han Yun.

"I'm fine!"

Han Yun smiled coldly and dared to do it. Then he should be ready to die.

What about the undead disciples?

In his Han Yun's eyes, as long as it is an enemy, there is only result, death!

"Immortal palm!"

With the rolling war spirit, Chi Yizhang directly photographed Han Yun's head. The space was surging, and the terrible war spirit on his bare body rushed into the sky.

"The fifth level emperor also wants to see my rings. He simply doesn't know whether to live or die!"

Han Yun looked at Chi's palm, and his smile became colder and colder. He started at him. This is definitely the stupidest thing Chi did!