Chapter 2183: Twenty-two

The Abitata clan, Qin Xuan and Hongyi left.
This tribe, the thirteen great immortals gathered in the highest place of this tribe, the Sky Wraith Tower.
"Master Prophet has already left!"
In the Sky Underworld Tower, thirteen great holy clan immortals surrounded together.
The leader is an old man, his face is full of decay, and his strength is faintly semi-sage.
"prophet!"
The other fairy statues were slightly complicated.
They know very well what this means.
Decades ago, a young boy climbed a cliff and joined their clan. This person, known as saving the clan, came to guide their clan.
In fact, it is true.
For decades, through the fingerprints of this Lord Prophet, the Abitata clan has not weakened, but has grown stronger and prosperous. Many younger generations have broken through frequently, and even more than a hundred people have been killed. .
"I have already transmitted the voice to the Heavenly Prison Shura, but He Tian, ​​Ming Zhan... Twenty-one clan!" The semi-sage of the Abitata clan spoke slowly, looking at the remaining twelve people, "No more than half a month, twenty-one The strong of the clan should gather our clan!"
"For decades, the prophet preached, guided the maze, and blessed the twenty-two races, even if we leave, we should not forget each other."
The voice of Shen Hou slowly filled the Wraith Tower that day.
The thirteen immortals looked even more at the center around them, a thin piece of paper, never opened.
This is left by the Lord Prophet, who has said that it can be opened when he leaves.
The thirteen great immortals slowly looked at each other, and they still remembered the appearance of Lord Prophet when he came.
Looking at them in the body of a child who is more than four feet.
"You said that you have been all night long, in the future, you can account for the good fortune of our clan and repair the inheritance. Who are you on earth!?"
The wind was raging, and dozens of powerful people in the Primal Realm surrounded the child, looking at the immature, gentle, and smiling child.
"Me!? A stick on the wood, a gravel in the mountain!"
They don't understand what they said in the past, but they didn't understand until now.
The prophet who has been admired by them for decades, predicted good and bad for this race, resisted the enemy, and even repaired the inheritance, turned out to be just another person.
When the child turned into a soul and returned to the eyebrows of the white-clothed man, only the creatures of their clan knew how shocking it was.
Just one soul can do this, Enze Twenty-two Mingtu clan, who is the white-clothed person?
...
Ten days later, the twenty-two strong people were almost gathered in one place.
"Taxiaoluo, what are you talking about? The Lord Prophet is gone, this is true!?"
A semi-sage with six arms, eyes like blood, full of evil aura, staring at the strong man of the Abitata clan.
Not only him, the remaining twenty-one Mingtu clans were all dignified, their eyes focused on the old man.
The old man has a burly body, but there are 21 semi-holy eyes gathered on his body.
"Naturally true, why bother to deceive you!"
"Sir Prophet has great kindness to my twenty-two clan, coming and going more freely, not my clan can restrain!"
Ta Xiaoluo's voice was thick, he looked at the other twenty-one people.
Immediately, in his palm, that touch of his hand appeared in front of the other big clan powerhouses.
"My Lord Prophet, all night before the future, this is what the Lord Prophet left in the past, and you should all know it!"
"This thin piece of paper carries the words of the Prophet to the 22 people waiting for me."
"All of you are here today for this reason!"
Ta Xiaoluo's hands suddenly condensed the formula, in his palm, it was not any kind of fairy formula in the underworld, a gray mark exuding an aura of immortality.
Immediately, the seal fell on that piece of paper.
In the many eyes, the piece of paper suddenly changed, the light was dazzling, and from it, a child figure walked out slowly.
"My Prophet!"
Everyone present showed respect and looked at the child's body.
The child had a faint smile, and he had never seen anyone present. His eyes were long and thin, and his thin lips opened without haste.
"Emperor Qing, Qin Changqing!"
Only five characters sounded from the child's mouth, without any rush, but made the 22 strong people all look up and stunned.
They looked at the figure that gradually faded between the sky and the earth, and everyone's eyes were confused.
It seems puzzled, Emperor Qing, why Qin Changqing meant.
...
In the underworld, Qin Xuan shakes his wings, holding the red clothes in his hands.
There was a faint smile at the corner of his mouth, and he muttered to himself: "It's unnecessary to do this, but for decades, being able to cultivate from the first soul to the Hunyuan, and even more faintly, the 22 races, is also considered to be my expectation!"
"The sixth soul, even more than 70,000 former ancient creatures, lest one side of the underworld be slaughtered."
His eyes were leisurely, looking at the distant world, "The other five souls, I wonder if they can follow the thoughts I left."
"You will be out, and you are not immune to your fate. Even if you fail to act according to what I want, it's just in common sense."
Shihainei, the sixth soul snorted coldly, and he stared at the first soul viciously, "Look at what you did well, you have already left him, why not stand on your own!"
The child grinned and said: "Stand up on your own? Do you think everyone is as stupid as you? You and I are him, and you will be one with him, and sooner or later you will return to the Azure Emperor. If you stand on your own, you and I will lose the three souls and six souls. Wandering souls."
"Relying on the memory of past lives, I can only come to this point. If you are self-reliant, even if he doesn't come to find it, you and I cannot be holy, let alone the emperor."
With evil thoughts all over his face, he faintly wanted to do it, wishing to break the hateful smiling face.
Not waiting for him to move, suddenly, the Azure Emperor Hall in the sea shook slightly.
"Damn it!"
The sixth soul roared, and immediately, there were three figures, controlling the Qingdi Palace and suppressing it.
Qin Xuan showed a faint smile, "It's really too ignorant, I really don't want to admit this sixth soul, so I can suppress it directly into nothingness in exchange for his enemy!"
In the knowledge sea, evil thoughts roared, but was suppressed by His Royal Highness, unable to move at all.
The three souls control the Palace of the Azure Emperor, and Qin Xuan's constraints on the sixth soul makes the sixth soul almost powerless to resist.
At this moment, the Five Elements Xuanyi behind Qin Xuan shook slightly.
In the front, endless winds swept across.
"Big Brother Evergreen!"
Qin Hongyi looked ahead, his face suddenly turned pale.
I saw the sky and the earth ahead, the sky was shattering, and the earth was devastated.
There are even more silhouettes, tyrannical to the extreme, watching around, some of these people contain the ancient forbidden atmosphere, which is already very weak, but they can still be identified.
Some, but they are the arrogances of some great clans in the world.
After running for ten days, Qin Xuan had already stepped into the depths of another realm.
And here, in this domain, in recent decades, it is even more famous.
Battlefield of Twin Emperors!