Chapter 375: What kind of person is the master you are talking about?

This pair is from the depths of the heavenly race.
　　'S big eyes suddenly opened, and in an instant, they slowly closed again.
　　The body of its owner is an old man who is about to wither, and his clothes are about to decay, which has been weathered by the years.
　　 seems to be an old man.
　　 has been sitting cross-legged like this for millions of years, and the whole body's blood is showing signs of drying up.
　　 but accidentally.
　　The breath that exudes from that thin body.
　　 However, the surrounding eight deserts and four seas, nine heavens, all have a tendency to collapse.
This is about to sit dead, every move, even a little eye-opening movement, will consume the blood in the body, but there is no great in this world, the ancient ancestor, who dares to step into this area with his true body. The old man in the deepest part of the heavenly race.
　　 "Is it an illusion? Master... Master, it should be gone..."
　　 suddenly.
　　 This withered old man, with a hoarse voice, spread around, making the middle-aged man wearing a purple robe with a cold temperament like an immortal king, his body trembled, his face showing helplessness and sadness.
　　'S heart is weak:
　　 "Oh... Patriarch..."
　　 No matter how strong he is outside.
　　 But that is also appearance.
　　 He knows better than anyone.
　　 The danger facing the Celestial Clan at this moment.
　　 can be described as embarrassed on all sides.
　　 There are people who covet this piece of fat from his heavenly clan, especially the holy kingdom, waiting for the old man in front of him to dry up and die.
　　 This way the heavens go up and down.
　　 There will be no one anymore, who can resist the invasion of the holy kingdom.
　　 The middle-aged sighed deeply in his heart, secretly clenched his fists, his eyes sparkling, and a trace of unwillingness and humiliation flashed.
　　 "If it is the kingdom of heaven, let alone the sacred kingdom, it is the king of the gods, and dare not provoke my race!"
　　 hoarse voice.
　　 came again.
　　 was full of weakness and fatigue, and the face with wrinkled old lips was trembling.
　　 "Master...Master, are you still alive..."
　　Rao is a middle-aged person, such a person with such a strong personality. Seeing the old man's dying state at this moment, a trace of tears flashed in his eyes, and he quickly said respectfully:
　　 "Old ancestor, don't talk, but take a good rest, there is still me on the Celestial side."
　　 He also hopes that the master in the mouth of his ancestors.
　　 is still alive.
　　 But is it possible?
　　 If a person so far away can still live in the world, it is estimated that most of them are on the way to the ultimate realm. How can they risk being born for the sake of the heavenly race?
　　 Again.
　　In the hearts of middle-aged people, it is completely impossible.
"Yu Xiu, in this life, if there are any good seedlings, you can just send them up. I hope that before my blood dries up, I can create a world-famous arrogant for the heavenly clan and help my heavenly clan to escape this dangerous situation. "
　　The words of the dry old man.
　　 All of a sudden, the middle-aged man, his face moved, knelt down, and cried at the old man:
　　 "Ancestor!"
　　 "Hey...you get up first. It's also because I'm overwhelmed. I want to break through forcibly, and I can touch the threshold of the ultimate realm as soon as possible. Only then will it become a situation like today's clan."
　　 hoarse voice.
　　 is full of sadness.
　　 I still regret a little.
　　 I think he was a vigorous and energetic, peerless heavenly king. At that time, the Protoss hadn't appeared yet, he was already the strongest of that era.
　　The ancient ancestors of all races are just his descendants, but now they are in such an unsightly look.
　　 This really corresponds to the mortal saying.
　　 30 years in Hedong, 30 years in Hexi.
　　 In this world, there is no one who has been invincible...
　　 middle-aged man with a weak face
Even though he is a great god, he is only an ant in the face of higher-level creatures. The old man in front of him still sits in the heavens. At this moment, the heavens have long been swallowed by the sacred kingdom. Up.
　　 "Ancestor, there is a saying that I have been holding in my heart for a long time."
　　 The middle-aged man hesitated, opened his mouth, and looked at the withered old man hesitantly.
　　 "Just tell me."
　　 "You... what kind of person is the master you mentioned? Is he really alive in the world?"
　　静!
　　 is quiet!
　　 The voice just fell.
　　 The withered old man in front of him was silent for a while, as if he could not give an exact answer. After a long time, he said in a deep voice:
　　 "If in this world, he is the only one who can step into the ultimate realm."
　　 suddenly.
　　 The middle-aged man was silent.
　　 The old man only answered the first question, and he really didn't know how to answer the latter question.
　　 The depths of the heavenly clan.
　　 There was a moment of silence.
　　 No one speaks again.
　　……
　　 And this time.
　　 On the tens of thousands of stairs of the heavenly clan, a white coat, with his hands on his back, finally calmed down and reached the end.
　　 Ahead is where the real boundary of the Celestial Clan lies.
　　 is not so much a boundary.
　　 is rather an island that looks like the top of a pyramid, hung in the air, and exudes sacred air around it.
　　 there are cranes flying.
　　 A huge nine-color halo, like a huge rainbow bridge, connects the exits of various islands, leading to the largest palace in the middle.
　　 just.
　　 The sight of all this.
　　 was blocked by a towering stone statue on the terminal steps.
　　 If this is the first time to come to the Celestial Clan.
　　 Climbing up to the first side of the tens of thousands of steps, what he saw was by no means the island of the Celestial Clan at the back, but this stone statue, carved from a whole mountain and dressed in a robe.
　　 The stone is like a man.
　　 It's just that there is no name on it, nor any text about the stone statue.
　　 The white coat below.
　　 just raised his head to look at the top of the stone statue, and then slowly retracted his gaze.
　　 said lightly:
　　 "It's back again..."
　　Da!
　　Da!
　　Da!
　　 At this time, on the tens of thousands of steps below ~EbookFREE.me~, seven or eight footsteps came up, accompanied by panting dissatisfaction.
　　 "It's too weird to say that this Celestial Clan step is. I thought that the ancestors only respected the Celestial Clan, so that's why I am a little boastful.
　　 "Weird! It's so weird!"
Speaker.
　　 is a man with frosty temples, but his face is extremely young, and he looks only 20 or 30 years old.
　　 But.
　　 The cultivation base of this young man has reached the nine stages of rebellion, and he has opened 2,900 acupuncture points, which is stronger than many of the descendants of the ten major races.
　　 just.
　　 Even people like him, when walking on the ten thousand steps of the Celestial Clan.
　　 also felt the cultivation of the whole body.
　　 has been suppressed seven or eight.
　　'S feet are like two big mountains tied up. They are extremely heavy. Every time they go up a step, the weight seems to increase again.
　　 Tired youth on the spot.
　　 stopped there.
　　 sat on the steps, panting heavily, waved his hand and said:
　　 "No way, no way, you go first, I will take a break, this step is really weird,"
　　 But he is not alone.
　　 The few people who were walking with him, like him, were all in the nine stages of rebellion, and at this moment, they were sitting there tired.
　　 looked at walking at the top.
　　 A tall and elegant woman wearing a black ancient dress, with a helpless expression on her face:
　　 "Sister Xianya is still amazing, she's halfway away, and she's not tired yet."