Chapter 1678： Luo ancestors

"Yes! Thank you, Emperor, don't worry, we can endure hardship!"

Ji Bo and the others bowed down, their eyes excited.

When they want to come, can the sect chosen by the emperor of the human race for them be bad?

What's more, with the relationship of Luo Xue, they are considered half of the family. Those sect elders can't kneel and lick when they see them?

Brothers, life is at its peak, okay?

See, this is a choice, enough to change fate!

"Let's go."

Ling Xiao raised his foot and stepped into the cloud dome.

I saw a golden dragon and jade chariot emerge out of nowhere, carrying a few people away into the distance.

Just that wisp of dragon might almost crushed Ji Bo and others to the ground, panicking.

"Respectfully send the emperor!"

Everyone bowed again, but compared to yesterday's dazedness, Ji Bo's three people's faces were filled with arrogance.

"follow me."

At this moment, a low voice suddenly came from behind the three of them.

The three turned their heads, but saw a burly figure in a black robe standing in the void, looking at them coldly.

At this time, Leishan's face was shrouded in a glow, and he couldn't see his face at all.

But, for some unknown reason, Ji Bo and the three always felt that this person's body shape and aura were somewhat familiar.

impossible?

impossible! !

"Buzz!"

The wind rang suddenly, and out of their trust in Ling Xiao, the three of them forcibly suppressed their fear and followed Leishan towards the mass grave area.

With their cultivation base and lack of luck, naturally there is no possibility of escape.

Therefore, a day later, a towering ancient mountain appeared in front of everyone.

The mountains are cascading, among which there are many fairy palaces, and the mist rises.

Compared with the previous Thieves Alliance, the current Supreme Immortal Palace can be described as majestic, with the most prosperous Taoism, just like the appearance of a well-known and upright party.

On the square in front of the hall, a group of disciples dressed in white were holding spiritual treasures, practicing and practicing, which was very lively.

"Xianmen! This is the real Xianmen!"

Seeing this scene, Ji Bo and the others' last worries dissipated completely, and they followed Leishan to the front of the hall.

This Immortal Hall alone is a hundred times more magnificent than their Yuzhou Imperial Palace.

And the spiritual energy circulating in the mountains and forests makes people tremble and feel comfortable.

Who would have imagined that the three people who had fled for their lives one day ago have now worshipped such an ancient sect in immortal land.

"Hi...Brother Ji, that person...why does he look familiar?"

The three of them swept across the square, but the more they looked, the more doubts on their faces became stronger.

At this moment, they seemed to feel that the disciples in white clothes in front of them were inexplicably familiar.

Seems like I've seen it somewhere.

"Welcome to the Supreme Asgard."

only! !

Before the three of them could recall, they heard a sneering laughter suddenly coming from behind them.

This voice is even more familiar and can be called a nightmare.

Ji Bo and the three slowly turned their heads, looking at the cold face that was close at hand, their eyes suddenly trembled.

Immediately afterwards, the three of them slumped to the ground neatly, their mouths open, and the feces and urine were flowing! !

is her! !

The devil who imprisoned them! !

I... gan?

Is this the case?

Wait...wait a minute, let's take a swipe.

They were in the upper realm, trapped by people in the devil's way, and almost became slaves.

Then, Ji Fan used Shenshuo to lead them out of the claws and worshipped Momen.

At this time, Momen was slaughtered by demons, and the emperor of the human race descended from the sky, suppressing all demons and guiding them on a new path.

But, when they entered the Immortal Sect, they found out that the one in charge here was the witch who imprisoned them?

What the hell! !

This he... turned around such a big circle, and actually returned to the original point?

"This time, I'll see where you're going."

Yu Hanyan smiled indifferently, the soul light in his eyes bloomed, turned into three seals, and instantly fell into the sea of ​​​​three souls.

At the same time, the southeast of Qingcang.

In the emptiness of thousands of miles, long clouds floated, and I saw a golden dragon and jade chariot streak across the sky, rolling up thousands of wind marks.

"Look! What is that?"

In the Haoshan Sect, countless disciples looked up at the dragon chariot standing above their heads, and there was a touch of fear and shock in their eyes.

Looking at the blue sky, there are countless powerful people, but I have never heard of anyone who dares to use a dragon as a chariot.

After all, the true dragon bloodline is the holy bloodline of the demon race.

Even now, there are still many royals and tyrants flowing with dragon blood in the extreme south.

Therefore, in order to avoid some unnecessary troubles, few people are so arrogant and take the dragon as their chariot.

What's more, at this time, everyone can see that sitting on the dragon carriage is actually a young man!

Black clothes and black hair, immortal face is unparalleled.

Beside him, there were also three women sitting, with peerless looks and detached temperament, each with its own merits.

After Long Nian, the two young men followed closely, like guards, but their auras were incomparably powerful.

"Who is this person... such a big show!!"

"Long Ran, Heiyi, Xianyan, Ling... Emperor Lingxiao!!"

A proud girl from the Haoshan Sect cried out in surprise, her jade legs were tense, and layers of ripples appeared in her beautiful eyes.

And the rest of the disciples were in a mess, at a loss.

After all, although they have practiced for hundreds of years, slaying demons and slaying demons, they have never met such a distinguished adult.

Should I kneel first, or bow first?

Or, just knock one? No, at least nine!

For a time, the Haoshan Sect was in full swing.

And in that hall, several figures immediately walked out, the first one with wide eyebrows and square face, with his own majesty, it is Hu Ba Dao, the master of Haoshan, a well-known powerhouse in Han Yuanyu.

"It turns out that the emperor is coming, and Hu Badao has lost his way, and I hope the emperor will forgive him!"

Hu Badao and other elders of Haoshan Sect walked to the crowd and bowed to Long Ran.

At this time, everyone's faces were full of confusion.

In the identity of this emperor, why did he suddenly come to their Haoshan Sect?

You must know that although the Haoshan Sect is somewhat famous in the Cold Yuan Domain, but looking at the blue sky, it is not a fart, and it is not even a third-rate.

"I don't know why the emperor is here, why?"

"Luo Wufeng, but your Haoshan Sect's lead to the upper realm?"

Ling Xiao leaned on the dragon chariot lazily and asked indifferently.

"Luo Wufeng?"

The elders looked at each other, and their faces became more and more confused.

This elder Luo is from Yuzhou, the lower realm. He has never stepped out of the mountain gate since he ascended. How did the emperor know his name?

"That's right! Elder Luo is my Haoshan Sect's guide. I closed in eight hundred years ago, and I haven't come out yet."

Hu Badao frowned and nodded, "I don't know if the emperor is looking for Elder Luo..."

"It hasn't come out yet? Retreat for eight hundred years?"

Ling Xiao suddenly frowned, instantly causing the entire Haoshan Sect to be silent, and the atmosphere was depressed.

Especially Hu Ba Dao, his eyes are turbulent, and his heart is suddenly tense.

"Yes, Emperor...Is there any problem? Do I need to call Elder Luo to go out now?"

"Miss Luo, what do you think?"

Ling Xiao did not answer, but turned to look at the woman beside him.

"Emperor, I have something to ask to see my ancestor."

Luo Xue pondered for a moment, and finally said solemnly.