Chapter 1121: Five thousand years, the dream comes back

Chapter 27: Five thousand years, the dream comes back
In the distance, in the forbidden area of ​​Xianyang, suddenly, a clear whistle came out.
"The soul is coming back~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~!"
"Boom!"
Over the Xianyang Forbidden Land, a cloud of overcast air suddenly soared into the sky, and a gust of yin wind swept away from all directions toward the Xianyang Forbidden Land.
The Yin Qi raged, and even formed a storm.
You know, at this moment, Julu Academy and Ten Thousand Confucian Sacred Sects have infinite awe-inspiring righteousness, and Haoran righteousness has a strong restraint effect on Yin Qi.
But now, it seemed as if it could not be restrained, countless Yin Qi gathered, and the awe-inspiring righteousness in all directions was shocked!
Billowing gloom, darkening the distant sky.
One after another, Yin Qi rushed under the earth, Xianyang forbidden ground, and for a moment, the evil spirit was pressing.
"How could this be?"
"Then Xianyang Forbidden Land, why is there such a big movement?"
"What a heavy Yin Qi!"
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The Quartet Cultivator showed a dazed expression.
Hu Yan Boyu also suddenly felt a little bad.
Turned his head to look at Wanru Sacred Mountain.
There are hundreds of immortals on the sacred mountain of thousands of scholars. It is the immortal that Huyan Boyu brought down from the immortal world.
"Go and see!" Hu Yan Boyu shouted.
"Yes!" A group of immortals flew away.
In addition to this group of immortals, among the countless powerhouses in the Quartet, there are also many flying up to the Xianyang Forbidden Land.
The huge movement has already affected everyone's hearts.
Under the Julu Academy, countless cultivators were struggling, and under the sacred scroll, there were continuous deaths and injuries.
On the front line of life and death, even some people are desperate and will not even surrender? Does our insistence on Dazhen really make sense? Countless strong men showed bitterness and despair.
Meng Lingtian was also anxious, suddenly Xianyang forbidden, Yin Qi was soaring to the sky. A dragon roar shook the sky.
Meng Lingtian's eyes suddenly brightened.
"Everyone, hold on, your sage is back, Dazhen sage is back, and they are all back!" Meng Lingtian roared.
"Sage Dazhen is back!" Several other immortals exclaimed in ecstasy.
A few immortals called out, and the strong men who had been desperate suddenly jumped wildly in their hearts.
The Lord is back?
"Really? Has the Lord really come back?" A fairy said in ecstasy.
"Yes, the Holy Admiral will come back from the Xianyang Forbidden Land, so it was only sealed as a forbidden land. Looking at the Xianyang Forbidden Land, everyone is back!" Meng Lingtian shouted.
Everyone looked. Sure enough, the Xianyang Forbidden Land has undergone earth-shaking changes.
In an instant, everyone seemed to have been beaten with a heart booster, all bursting out power beyond the limit.
"The Lord is back!"
"Long live holy!"
"Long live holy long live long live long live!"
"Long live Da Zhen, long live long live!"
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The struggling powerhouses screamed wildly, roaring with excitement.
Years of depression and despair at this moment seem to be vented out all at once.
One goes down and the other goes up.
Millions of Confucian cultivators, who set up the sacred scroll, were about to win. Suddenly there was a dramatic change in the distance, and the bottom shouted that Yan Chuan was back?
Yan Chuan is back? Dazhen strong heroes, are you back from the fairy world?
Countless Confucian cultivators suddenly trembled in their hands, and the original fierce holy scroll array suddenly became unstable.
"The Great Sage is back? How is it possible?"
"It hasn't been seen for five thousand years, how come back at this time?"
"Fake, it must be fake!"
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Some Confucianists are even more panic-ridden.
Hu Yan Boyu who commanded the campaign also changed his face.
Meng Lingtian shouted, Yan Chuan is back? real or fake?
"Quick, you trash, go and see!" Hu Yan Boyu screamed at the flying immortals.
For a while, the hearts of countless cultivators all around were beating wildly.
Those strong in the wait and see are even more heartbeat.
Yan Chuan is back? For a time, countless emotions were brewing, unbelief, panic, ecstasy, excitement, and despair! All kinds of emotions broke out at this moment.
Xianyang Forbidden Land? Is Xianyang forbidden?
Countless strong men rushed towards the forbidden ground, and in a blink of an eye they reached the forbidden ground.
Countless Yin Qi billowed from all directions and went straight into the ground.
A group of strong men looked at the underground, looking a little ugly for a while. Everyone knew that there were problems and big problems in this underground. And looking at this underground, countless powerful people suddenly felt a sense of fear.
Just looking at the earth has a breathtaking feeling.
A group of strong men looked at each other, and the immortals didn't know when to do so.
"Destroy the forbidden area for me, completely destroy it!" Huyan Boyu's voice came from a distance.
"Yes!"
Hundreds of immortals shot at almost the same time.
"Roar!"
An overwhelming huge force came out from the hands of the immortals and hit the Xianyang Forbidden Land. The mighty power, destroying the heavens and the earth, seemed to be able to crush this land into dust in an instant.
"Ang～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～!"
Below the earth, a huge dragon chant came.
Long Yin soared into the sky, and suddenly the earth exploded from below to the sky.
"boom!"
The Xianyang Forbidden Land exploded in an instant, and the endless soil and rocks rose up into the sky accompanied by an eighteen-claw golden dragon.
The golden dragon of Qi Luck, with golden light all over his body, with a fierce light on his face, wherever he passed, the giant palms shot by the immortals melted and opened, and countless rocks and mud rose to the sky.
The entire Xianyang Forbidden Land was filled with huge rocks.
The golden dragon roared and wagging his tail, the crowds of immortals that had been surrounding him crashed out.
A large amount of mud flew in all directions in an instant.
A vast area, the land, mountains, and rivers were instantly thrown away into the distance.
Yin is raging. The billowing black mist covered that place extremely mysteriously.
"Ang～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～!"
The Eighteen Claw Qi Luck Golden Dragon made another roar.
The nine golden dragons in the sea of ​​luck and luck and the nine nine-clawed golden dragons in Julu Academy are all cowering.
At the same time, there are five great continents in the world.
Over some cities, the air luck has disappeared, and in some cities, there are still the air luck and a small golden dragon that Yan Chuan used to disperse in the past.
"Ang!" "Ang!" "Ang!"………………
For a time, there was a golden dragon in the city, and the golden dragons roared in excitement, looking up to the sky and roaring like a golden dragon of eighteen claws from Xianyang.
The sky appeared, and the whole world was in an uproar.
It has been five thousand years, and these lucks have not moved for five thousand years.
Suddenly roaring? what happened?
Many people don't know why, but some ancient families and family ancestors all walked out of their houses.
East Shenzhou, outside the original Yanjing, in a manor.
An old man walked out of the main hall of the manor.
"Old ancestor, what's the matter? How could Yanjing have Longyin?"
The old man was tearful in his eyes.
"Five thousand years, five thousand years, the Holy Master is back, the Holy Master is back!" The old man trembled with excitement.
"Old ancestor?" a group of children asked in surprise.
The old man suddenly bowed down in the direction of Long Yin.
"Caomin, welcoming the return of the saint, long live the saint!"
The old man bowed down, and all the disciples of the clan could only follow along.
This scene appeared in countless places in the world. The ancestors of countless families bowed down in the direction of Long Yin.
"Congratulations on the return of the holy Lord, long live the holy Lord!"
"Congratulations on the return of the holy Lord, long live the holy Lord!"
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The sound of countless adoration seemed to give back to the Golden Dragon of Eighteen Claws.
The Eighteen Claw Qi Luck Golden Dragon did not restrain this voice.
For a time, the sky over Xianyang was full of worship.
"Congratulations on the return of the holy Lord, long live the holy Lord!"
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There are endless sounds of worship, endless sounds of worship.
The powerhouses around Xianyang were shocked for a while.
The struggling strong men in Julu Academy cheered: "The Holy Master is back!"
"Welcome the return of the saint!"
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The strong in Julu Academy respectfully worshipped, but the million Confucian scholars were not so calm, and even frightened.
In the distance, the dragon yin soared into the sky, and countless bows came from the world. As if the disaster of extinction had come.
Hu Yan Boyu's breathing also increased.
"Asshole, what Yan Chuan, I'm not afraid!" Hu Yan Boyu yelled as if to cheer himself up again.
In the distance, Yin Qi slowly entered Xianyang. Yin Qi slowly reduced, and the distant scene was slowly exposed to all the strong.
High in the sky, above a small sea of ​​fortune clouds, the eighteen claws fortune golden dragon roared, showing the dominance of the world.
Below, a huge crypt, at a glance, is extremely vast.
Above the huge cave, there are countless palaces. At this moment, there are countless sculptures standing densely.
Around the countless sculptures, it seemed as if a stream of soul rushed into his body.
In the center. A huge palace, the book "Chaotian Temple".
Chaotian Temple? Dazhen Dynasty, Chaohui Hall? Countless strong men are terrified.
On the Chaotiandian square, there are countless officials standing at this moment, from high to low grades, everything.
Numerous official sculptures, in their posture at this moment, are worshipping respectfully to the center, a huge coffin.
A huge bronze coffin.
Inside the bronze coffin lies a man wearing a black dragon emperor robe, a dragon robe, majestic to the sky, with a flat crown on his head, covering all directions, and a black jade talisman sticking to the center of his brow.
Looking from a distance, an overwhelming breath came to his face.
Countless strong men seemed to have their heart caught in an instant.
"Yan Chuan?"
"Dazhen?"
Countless strong people shouted dryly in horror.
"Crack!"
At the center of Yan Chuan's eyebrows, Mo Yu Fu Lu slowly flew up. Yan Chuan's eyes suddenly opened, and two golden lights of fourteen colors suddenly burst out from Yan Chuan's eyes.
Yan Chuan wakes up?
As countless strong men swallowed their saliva, there were countless sculptural officials and soldiers in all directions. Many people suddenly opened their eyes.
"Om!" "Om!"……………………
Eyes opened one after another, and different rays of light were ejected from each eye.
"Crack, click!"
Countless stiff bodies are slowly twisting, twisting to the same stiffness.
Including Huyan Boyu, all the strong seemed to have a feeling that they couldn't breathe, and that kind of oppression seemed to out all the air in the square.
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