Deep in the chaos, on a broken continent, two groups of practitioners are facing each other.

On one side are the ancestor Xitian, Li Daokong, Shi Dudao and others, and on the other side are Huang Zuntian and others.

Huang Zuntian has more subordinates, more than four times that of the ancestor Xitian.

Huang Zuntian stared at the ancestor Xitian and said, "Old ancestor, I think we have the friendship of heaven, so why should we incorporate it into our destiny? I am the orthodox master of my destiny. I have millions of people under my command. If you take these subordinates, you will be unable to support me."

Shi Dudao and Li Daokong frowned.

They naturally heard about Huang Zuntian's reputation. From an unknown person to a person, they naturally had great methods, at least they were not as good as they could.

The ancestor Xitian smiled and said, "Huang Zuntian, I didn't expect that there were people like you in the way of heaven. Your talents were not in practice, but your potential was as immeasurable as the divine power of the Heavenly Saint."

Huang Zuntian smiled and said, "Thank you for your praise. I just want to integrate the destiny of the destiny and look forward to the future together. Although the chaos is too peaceful, our destiny cannot be escaped. If we cannot unite, we will be defeated one by one. When we become the destiny of the destiny, in fact, we are no longer considered a chaotic creature. If we want to survive in the chaos, we have to restrain ourselves and unite..."

The ancestor Xitian nodded, as if he was agreeing with Huang Zuntian's opinion, but he did not agree to the merger.

For a moment, the atmosphere became severe and silent.

Shi Dudao thought to himself: "What is this situation? Why has the Dark Forbidden Lord not appeared yet? What are you doing?"

He suddenly couldn't see through.

He thought that the Dark Forbidden Lords and the God of Heavenly Saint were all alone. The Dark Forbidden Lords first supported the power of life and promoted the reputation of the God of Heavenly Saint. Now the God of Heavenly Saint has become famous in chaos. Next, it is time to clean up the mess, unite the power of life, and develop into a potential force lurking in the dark.

"Old ancestor, have you figured it out?" Huang Zuntian asked with his eyes narrowed, and his right hand behind his waist quietly gestured.

This is a gesture to prepare for battle.

The ancestor Xitian took a step forward and said with a smile: "We can surrender, but as the master of life, should you prove your strength? The superior means cannot convince the public. If you want to lead the power of life to become stronger, you still have to rely on supernatural powers."

Huang Zuntian smiled and said, "Then please give me advice."

His eyes burst out with a cold light.

The ancestor Xitian suddenly noticed a dangerous aura.

For some reason, he inexplicably thought of Han Jue's sword finger on the world Xuanhuang Breaking Realm.

This kid is indeed not simple!

No wonder he can become the owner!

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Time passes by.

Hundreds of thousands of years have passed.

Under the old tree, Han Qing'er is still meditating and practicing. Now her cultivation level has reached the Hunyuan Daluo Golden Immortal, and she has attained enlightenment for hundreds of thousands of years. This breakthrough speed is already exaggerated.

Qing Luaner had just finished her practice, and she couldn't help but stretch. She glanced at her daughter next to her and couldn't help asking, "Qinger, aren't you tired of it?"

Anyway, Qing Luan'er can't continue practicing, and she will stop and rest every once in a while.

Han Qing'er's eyes didn't open and said, "Why are you tired of getting stronger? Maybe you just can't feel the speed of cultivation."

Qing Luaner blinked and was stunned for a moment before she realized it.

This is mocking her talent for cultivation.

Qingluaner reached out and patted Han Qing'er on the back, but she didn't exert force, for fear of affecting her cultivation.

Looking at Han Qing'er's side face, she felt very emotional.

Whether it is a child or a daughter, they all yearn for cultivation.

She didn't understand before, but now she understands because it was all passed down from their father.

Han Jue's cultivation was even more exaggerated. She had been in seclusion for millions of years, and she couldn't help but feel numb when she thinks about it.

At this moment, footsteps came.

I saw Han Jue coming.

When he saw Han Jue, Qing Luaner stood up in surprise.

"Husband, why are you here?"

Hearing this, Han Qing'er also opened her eyes. She stood up suddenly, moved to Han Jue, and said, "Father, I want to fight with you and have a fight!"

The creatures not far away also opened their eyes. After so many years, they seemed to have only grown up a few years.

Han Jue smiled and said, "Come out and see you."

He glanced at Han Qing'er and said, "I want to compete with me, you are not qualified."

Han Qing'er was immediately dissatisfied when she heard this.

"Impossible! I'm very strong now, none of those disciples are my disciples!"

"They have not entered the Tao, they are just practicing simply, how can they compare to you?"

"So, you can only fight me."

"So that's it, I'll let Jiang Jueshu fight you."

"no!"

Han Qing'er flatly refused.

She is not stupid, Jiang Jueshu is a saint of free time, and the horror that she brought to her at the beginning is still vivid in my mind.

Moreover, Jiang Jueshi is just a disciple, and her father cannot hurt her.

Han Jue smiled, then used the dark nightmare to pull Han Qing'er into his dream.

Dreams are chaotic voids.

Han Qing'er looked around with a look of surprise. She thought she was brought to the void by her father, and she didn't realize that it was just a dream.

Han Jue said: "Since you want to fight, then come."

A demon god magic figure condensed above his head. Each one was lifted to a million feet high, with a hundred demon god magic figures. They all leaned forward and looked down at Han Qing'er.

Han Qing'er was stunned. She had never seen such a scene. She looked up and saw that she was surrounded.

She was so scared that she trembled all over.

Ant!

She suddenly thought of this word.

When she was traveling in the fairy world, she saw many young children like to squat and play with the ants on the ground, surrounding them, exactly the same.

Han Jue said with no expression on his face, "Since you have to fight with me, let me see the power of being a father. Why can you be powerful and powerful to the Chaos? Look!"

The Tiangang Demon God roared angrily, scaring Han Qing'er to shake her whole body. She subconsciously wanted to escape, but was imprisoned by a terrifying force and could not move, so she could not even jump out of her body.

How is that possible!

Han Qing'er's pretty face turned pale, and she could only watch the Tiangang Demon God punching her.

That murderous aura is real!

My father didn't joke with her!

boom!

The Tiangang Demon God punched him, and Han Qing'er's body and spirit were destroyed.

The dream ends.

Han Qing'er opened her eyes, gasped, sweating all over her head, and looked panicked.

Qing Luaner asked concernedly: "What's wrong?"

The dream was too fast. Han Jue was fighting and chatting with her, so she did not notice that Han Qing'er was pulled into the dream by her father.

Han Jue asked with a smile: "Are you still fighting?"

Han Qing'er shook her head wildly in fear, like a rattle.

Qing Luaner saw her so scared, her face darkened and she looked at Han Jue.

Han Jue coughed falsely and said, "It's nothing. He just fought with her in a dream. He didn't hurt her, but was just scared. Alas, with this psychological quality, he dares to challenge me and wants to surpass her elder brother?"

Han Qing'er's face turned red, but when she thought of the scene just now, she couldn't help but tremble.

Too scary!

It turns out that my father is so terrible when he is serious!
Chapter completed!