Chapter 647: The imprisoned emperor, Tianyan is looking for

Yang Jian has come to Huoyun Cave several times. This is the first time he has seen the Three Emperors and Five Emperors go out to greet him.
In addition to the Three Emperors and Five Emperors, there are also several Taoist masters who live in extraordinary Taoist rhyme. They all seem to be not simple characters, but Yang Jian has never seen them before.
When coming out of the cave, Fuxi and Shennong were at the forefront, the other five emperors were slightly behind, and the other great powers were also tied with the five emperors.
"I have seen all the seniors," Yang Jian said, Yaoyao said.
Knowing that today's protagonist is not himself, Yang Jian wanted to take two steps back and let Xiao Hei pass by himself, but Xiao Hei followed suit and hid behind Yang Jian, seemingly unwilling to see anyone.
The scene suddenly became a little awkward.
"Let's cover it up," Yang Jian said in a low voice, the Black Spirit Lord snorted coldly, but he still dispersed the illusion of Black Flame around him.
The ghost face is still there, still a stranger.
Fuxi moved forward and said with a smile to Yang Jian, "The little friend has not been in the land in recent years. I never thought that it would be such a rapid advance. The profound arts are enough to be a strong one."
"The predecessors are serious," Yang Jian hurriedly returned the courtesy, making a polite greeting with Fuxi and Shennong, and seeing the courtesy with several sages of the human race one after another, and then looked at a few elders whom he had never seen before.
These elders, Yang Jian was a little bit unaware.
"The Yuanzi of the poor Taoist Wuzhuangguan town, and the true monarch should be the beginning."
Yang Jian was surprised in his heart, imprinting the charm of the ancestor of the earth immortal into his heart, and said hurriedly: "Don't dare to call the younger generation like that. Please also call the younger generation's name. My teacher respects the elders, and often teaches me the ancestors. I will finally see it today."
Zhen Yuanzi suddenly laughed, but he was quite free and easy, "Everyone is a little friend, you are so awkward, why are you such a courteous latecomer today? I will have a drink with the poor later, hahaha! "
Yang Jian naturally agreed repeatedly, and also explained: "This junior is just an incarnation here, and the real body is a bit inseparable. I hope seniors don't mind."
"No harm, no harm."
Zhen Yuanzi led, and Yang Jian met with several other overhaulers, and it was quite harmonious.
Except for the Zhen Yuanzi, none of the other Yang Jian had heard of their names, but the Taoist rhyme flowing from these Da Nengs made Yang Jian convinced.
In fact, there are many such masters in Honghuang. On weekdays, there are no mountains or dews, just like the real jade tripod before accepting disciples.
Yang Jian has been able to interact with these characters unconsciously, but it is also a disguised recognition of Yang Jian's strength.
Finally, this group of seniors, with a minimum of more than ten yuan, some tentative eyes fell on the ghost mask of Hei Ling Chuqi.
Zhen Yuanzi sighed softly, with a little memory and vicissitudes in his eyes, and said in a deep voice: "Chu Qi, do you not recognize Pang Dao?"
The Black Spirit Lord's body trembled and put his head away, avoiding Zhen Yuanzi's sight.
"I am not Chu Qi, she has been dead for countless years."
"Oh..." Zhen Yuanzi was stunned, but just waved his hand and didn't say anything more.
Xuanyuan Huangdi smiled and said: "Why don't you go into the cave? This is not the way to treat guests. Yang Xiaoyou, I have a pot of good wine for you, why don't you go and have a drink?"
"Well, I happen to have something to ask senior."
Yang Jian nodded and agreed, he walked forward, but the black spirit master raised his hand and grabbed his arm.
The avatar of Yang Jian grasped by those delicate fingers almost fell apart. Yang Jian turned to look at her, and read a little hesitation and irritation in her eyes, as if she was angry that Yang Jian had left her alone.
"Senior, it seems that I can only wait later," Yang Jian arched his hand to Xuanyuan Huangdi and said apologetically.
Xuanyuan Huangdi had a loving expression that he understood quite well, as if he saw himself in Yang Jian when he was young...
"The junior wants to see Emperor Sui."
Fuxi said: "Follow me, Suihuang has been waiting for Princess Chuqi for a long time, please."
In terms of generation, if Xiao Hei was still before Fuxi, regardless of her previous life, the Five Emperors were only her juniors, or the kind that had passed many generations.
The other monks from the ancient times could not discuss the seniority of the three emperors and five emperors; Chu Qi was once the princess of the largest clan of the ancient human race, with noble status, they had to go out to meet each other according to etiquette.
As for Zhen Yuanzi and several other great abilities, they came here to join in the fun, and wanted to meet the human princesses from the ancient times.
Entering the Fire Cloud Cave, the Black Spirit Lord still followed Yang Jian step by step, and the arm of this incarnation of Yang Jian was really about to be crushed by the Black Spirit Lord.
At the familiar fork in the cave, the seniors stopped and motioned for the two to go to the extreme fork alone.
He could clearly feel the subtle changes in the eyes of the Black Spirit Lord, even though her mind was as solid as a rock, she was also slightly moist at this time.
This fork road was surprisingly long, going all the way down, covered with moss everywhere, and immortal fire fluttering everywhere.
The Flintlock Clan, the only emperor of the three emperors of pure human origin, was also the sage of the human race who led the human race to rise slowly from the wreckage of the Lich War.
Most of the allusions that people circulated today are allusions of Sui people making fire.
Fire is the source of enlightenment and the beginning of civilization.
Suiren making fire is actually alluding to the vital role that Suiren plays on the road to the great prosperity of the human race.
With these thoughts circulating in Yang Jian's mind, a little fire light appeared in front of him, and a stone gate stood quietly in front of him.
As soon as the two stopped their steps, there was a somewhat old cry from inside.
"come in."
Yang Jian frowned, because in this shout, he heard weakness and weakness, and he heard a bit of suppressed excitement.
Moreover, Shimen didn't move at all, seeming to want them to push.
"Junior Yang Jian...offended."
Yang Jian took two steps forward and raised his hand to put his hand on the stone gate. With a little force, the stone gate slowly opened.
The gloomy rock cave, the sound of ticking water, and a beam of light shone from far away, illuminating the most central stone platform of the cave.
On the stone platform, an old man with almost only skin and bones was sitting there cross-legged, his body was pierced by dozens of black iron chains, and the iron chains extended to all parts of the stone cave, digging into a black aura and disappeared.
"what--"
The Black Spirit Lord suddenly let out a low growl, and dashed away from Yang Jian and rushed into the hole. Two bright lights flashed, directly on the iron chains.
But it's useless. These chains are like invisible things. The black spirit master's scimitar can easily cut the chains, but the chains will close in a blink of an eye.
"why!"
"why!"
The Black Spirit Lord is like a beast that is out of control, the scimitar in his hand is constantly cutting down, and the entire cave is filled with her flashing afterimage in a blink of an eye.
Useless and useless, these chains will quickly join together after being cut.
Those two scimitars were the magical tools of the saints of the Taisu era, and the cultivation base of the Black Spirit Lord was considered to be the top existence among the quasi saints, but still, there was nothing to do with these iron chains.
It's natural to see whose handwriting this iron chain came from-Dao Zu Qianhong.
Yang Jian watched this scene with his fist clenched, an inexplicable anger surged in his heart, but he quickly noticed that every time Xiao Hei's scimitar cuts down, the thin figure trembles once, enduring a great deal pain.
It's just that the old man who seems to be about to die still shows a little smile, his eyes follow Xiao Hei's figure with a bit of kindness.
"Enough! Stop!"
Yang Jian rushed forward directly, risking the avatar being split by the Black Spirit Lord, and with his one or two hundred years of experience in fighting with the Black Spirit Lord, he easily grabbed the shoulder of the Black Spirit Lord.
The Black Spirit Lord turned his head and stared at Yang Jian, his eyes glowing with blood.
"He can't stand you like this! Calm down and find a way!"
Yang Jian's throat finally made the blood in the black spirit master's eyes gradually recede, but her eyes were bloodshot, and she squatted on the ground and cried bitterly.
Such an outstanding master, one siege order could allow countless Chaos Spirit Races to desperately fight for the Chaos Sea Overlord, and at this time he cried helplessly.
"Oh," the skinny old man also sighed with tears, but there was a kind smile on his face.
"Chu Qi... come over and let San Shu take a look..." The old man chanted the phrase "San Shu", and couldn't help having two lines of turbid tears, "Just stay alive. Just stay alive. Don't cry..."
Chu Qi kept roaring, like a wounded beast, struggling.
Yang Jian looked up at the top of the cave and turned his back with his hands. He couldn't bear to see two real strong men, crying like mortals.
After an unknown period of time, the cry of the Black Spirit Lord gradually stopped. He knelt on the stone platform, trying to reach out his hand to touch Suihuang, but he could only tremble constantly.
Black Spirit Lord gritted his teeth and said: "How can I save you from your troubles?"
"Sanshu is okay," Suihuang laughed a little weak, but still free and easy, "I can't die anyway, and I'm used to living here. Don't spend more time on me. Compared with today's human race, San What's so uncle? We finally got through."
Black Spirit Lord gritted his teeth and cursed: "Why are they! Who is it? I'll go to them to beg for justice!"
"No, there is no need," Suihuang was still smiling, but there was a lot of sigh in his smile, "The person who held me here has been killed by this little friend over there."
"Yang Jian?" The Black Spirit Lord was a little surprised, with a little hope in his eyes, and turned to look at Yang Jian, "Quickly save my third uncle, I will listen to you in the future, and I will never defy you at all!"
Yang Jian turned around, a little apologetic in his eyes, "I can't do it at this time. Daozu is a sage on the road~EbookFREE.me~ and imprisoned the predecessor of Suihuang here with the origin of heaven. Unless, I can cross it someday. Qian Hong’s cultivation base."
"Don't lie to me! You can kill that person, why can't you!"
"I killed Daozu because there was a battle between the Three Qing Masters and Daozu, and a strange man brought in thousands of chaotic clocks to suppress Daozu, and I also used the power of Taiji diagrams, chaotic clocks, and Pangu flags to condense the open sky with the rhyme of the Taoist Taoist ax……"
Yang Jian told the truth, the Black Spirit Lord fell and sat there, and she was still sad to see her through the ghost mask.
"It's okay, don't worry about Sanshu," Suihuang was still comforting her warmly, "Sanshu can see you, there is no regret in this life."
Snapped.
Suddenly there was the sound of fingers snapping from the corner of the stone cave, and Yang Jian and the Black Spirit Lord became vigilant at the same time, and their eyes and spiritual consciousness were locked in the shadow of the figure walking out of that corner at the same time.
Yang Jian glanced at him and he was not very alert, but the Black Spirit Lord was like a big enemy, the more he couldn't see through, the more alert.
"Why are you here?" Yang Jian asked calmly.
"Come and see the ancient human princess," the visitor chuckled lightly, took off his cloak, revealing the face that made people unable to leave much impression.
The corner of Yang Jian's mouth twitched, "You come to the Three Treasures Palace, if there is someone who can save Suihuang out of trouble at this moment, it should be you... By the way, Xiao Hei, this one has brought thousands of Chaos. The strange man Zhong suppressed Daozu, Tianyan Daozi."
Xiao Hei's eyes were suddenly full of suspicion, but there was also more hope.
Tianyan Daozi gently shook his head, "Every time I come to you, I want to remind you of something. When you can think about it, I can spend less time."
Yang Jian frowned suddenly, "What's the matter?"
"I'm afraid you don't want to hear this news."
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