The three heavenly kings under Emperor Haotian are the most dangerous, and the Emperor Donghua is the one who knows what it is. Yang Fanhai doesn’t know, but the Arrow God King made him quite interested and wanted to meet him.

He moved his heart and looked at Ziyi again and asked, "Queen, do you know why the spies sent by the king could not bring back the news?"

Ziyi shook his head: "I don't know, in the early years I did whatever I wanted to do when I walked around the world. Over the years, those saints and others began to supervise the world, so I couldn't do whatever I wanted. Like your master, hiding in a cave and doing nothing is the best, so I feel at ease to be the queen."

"However, there are only two reasons for this situation: First, the Heavenly Court does not want to negotiate terms with the human race. Second, some people do not want the Heavenly Court to negotiate terms with the human race, it is that simple. But I don't know who is the one who takes action. It may be Penglai, the Witch Clan, and even the supreme saints. Of course, it is not ruled out that it is the Heavenly Court itself..."

"If I knew everything, Xuanyuan would not need to let you go to the heaven. In short, that's it. Don't mess with these three heavenly kings easily, otherwise you will be in trouble."

"Thank you, Queen, I understand!" Yang Fanhai nodded, moved his mouth, and stopped talking.

Zi Yi saw what he was thinking and smiled slightly: "Actually, the main reason why I came here is not just to tell you this, but to remind you that no matter whether your mother is Yao Ji or not, you should not think about going to Jiuzhongtian to find Emperor Haotian to ask for someone. Xuanyuan doesn't know about you, so he won't remind you."

Yang Fanhai moved his mouth again and finally didn't say a word. He was thinking about this. This time he went to heaven to inquire about the affairs of the immortals, but also his own affairs.

"Emperor Haotian is not an unreasonable bastard. Regardless of whether your mother is Yao Ji or not, since he wanted to capture your mother back then, it must be a cause. If you don't find out the reason, you will rashly ask for someone, and the result will be that you will not even be able to go to heaven."

"Xuanyuan thought you were the most suitable for going to the heaven to find out the news, but I actually think it was the opposite. If you were impulsive, not only would you not be able to get out by yourself, but it would also affect other things. I took Qianhuang outside yesterday, and I only found out the news when I came back today."

"He is the king, and the decision cannot be changed, so I can only stop you and remind you."

Yang Fanhai nodded: "I understand, thank you for the queen's reminder."

"Go, Xiao Qianhuang seems to be going to bed!" Zi Yi patted the baby in his arms, and jumped and landed lightly on the back of the phoenix that had been flying in, turning into a ray of light and shadow towards Zhengcheng.

He bowed to the back of the Ziyi family and then Yang Fanhai set off again and left for Jianmu.

He let out a long sigh and sighed in his heart that Ziyi came to remind him, otherwise he would have done many irreversible things.

However, this heavenly court is indeed extraordinary, far from what you think. As Gongsun Xuanyuan said, if you are just strong, you will not be a king if you are strong. The king's affairs are not only strong, but also like-minded companions to help you control the world.

There are three heavenly kings under the world, all of which are immortal kings. No wonder the rumor is that the supreme saint dare not regard himself as transcendent in front of Emperor Haotian. However, such strength was defeated by Xing Tian back then, which indirectly shows how fierce Xing Tian was and how powerful the witch clan was in the past.

Now, the human race may have to oppose these two races. Yang Fanhai’s heart is unimaginable in his heart. But the success of the king and the defeat of the enemy, and the world has not taken a step back and the vast sky is wide open. He and Gongsun Xuanyuan can only do their best.

Yang Fanhai, who was calm, couldn't help but have various thoughts in his heart because of the words of Zi Yi. His thoughts fluctuated along the way and thought a lot. His wings helped each other, and his speed was much faster. Unconsciously, a black shadow that was connected to the sky appeared in front of him.

From a distance, it looks like a thin rope hanging from the nine heavens, strands, and like a fishing line. It is the bait hanging from the sky. When fishing for the prehistoric land of the nine states, no matter how strong the storm is, it cannot be blown off.

Gradually approaching, watching the fishing line gradually become thicker and bigger, gradually turning into a stick, and then becoming like a waterfall, getting bigger and bigger, and finally becoming like a wall, blocking ahead, making people unable to cross.

After getting closer, Yang Fanhai dissipated his thoughts and looked up. His involuntary heart tides surging and it was difficult to calm down.

You can pick stars and moons above, and you can overlook mountains and rivers below. You can be like Buzhou Mountain, and you can completely conquer Jiuzhou.

If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I could not believe that there would be such a big tree in this world. At first glance, it would be difficult to see both sides, as if I were standing in front of the long river of heaven and earth.

A strand of roots is like a giant dragon, entangled between them and inserted into the earth, and is invisible. Yang Fan spreads his wings and his body falls gently like a wild geese.

Unlike ordinary big trees, the roots of Jianmu are as soft as iron and stone. When you stomp a few times with a purple spear, you can hear a thud of thunder. Your feet are stepping on it, thick and solid, just like stepping on the ground.

He bent down and stretched out his hand to touch it gently. The rough bark was like armor. Although he had never tried it, Yang Fanhai intuition told him that not to mention other weapons, he would probably be difficult to even harm the treasure.

Someone once said that once upon a time, if the greatest existence in this world was not the Taoist ancestor Hongjun, but Buzhou Mountain. Since the beginning of heaven and earth, this sacred mountain of heaven and earth has existed, witnessing the origin of this world, witnessing the replacement of one era after another, and even witnessing the battle of Taoist demons. It was not until the final battle of lich that collapsed.

If the wars that happened around again and again had exhausted the vitality of the sacred mountain, no one could have destroyed it.

Now that the universe has changed, the greatest sacred mountain has fallen, and a new sacred tree has stood up. Without the magical martial arts like Buzhou Mountain, this sacred tree of heaven and earth has chosen to use another way to arm and protect itself.

After the Lich War, the world was bleak and there was no peace in the prehistoric world, let alone the first battlefield of the heavens. No one wanted to go over and see what happened in the heavens until the arrival of Emperor Haotian.

I don’t know what kind of mood Emperor Haotian arrived here that day. Maybe he looked up like himself at the first time, and walked forward step by step with a sense of admiration.

It was a pilgrimage, worshiping the magic of the world, and it was also a hero who was once taken away by the times in batches of times.

Yang Fanhai stepped on the roots and walked step by step towards the trunk of Jianmu, as if he was going to meet an extremely great saint, and his heart was surging.

Seeing the huge tree trunk slowly approaching, Yang Fanhai suddenly had an alarm in his heart, and the purple spear in his hand shook and swung it round. Hearing a "ding" sound, dozens of snow-white silver lights were swept down. Looking closely, it was clear that thin needles were snow-white all over, as if they were made of ice and snow. After landing, they turned into a pool of water, and then vaporized and disappeared, and the speed was very fast.

There is a clear odor in the air that turns into it, and there is no doubt that it must be poisonous.

Yang Fanhai glanced around and saw a large amount of silver light flying over, like a heavy rain. He immediately flashed his wings and soared into the air, with the bow of the universe in his hand, looking down below.

In this way, I could see it very clearly that within a few thousand meters of his body, there were several figures in black.

He was surprised in his heart. As he walked, his spiritual sense had already dispersed. His spiritual sense was covered with more than 100,000 meters in radius, but he failed to find that these people around him were really strange.

What is the origin... Yang Fanhai thought to himself, but his hands were not slow. He opened his bow and condensed arrows, and arrow lights shot out.

I thought the other party was weird and extremely extraordinary, but after several arrow lights shot out, I found that they were not as powerful as I imagined. The men in black could not block the power of the Qiankun Bow. After the arrow lights killed them, they all screamed and fell to the ground and died.

After falling to the ground, the man in black did not quietly act as a corpse, but turned into a ball of blue smoke in a burst of mysterious light, disappearing without a trace.

"Qiankun Bow, damn it, Yang Fanhai is here. This guy is back alive! Go away!" A man in black screamed and reminded his companions.

Yang Fanhai used to use a black spear, but not many people have seen it before, and with that pair of wings, he was not recognized. However, there is only one in Qiankun Bow in the world, so it is naturally easy to recognize.

With such a wariness against himself, this man in black must be the one who would block the connection between the Heavenly Court and the human race. Yang Fanhai felt aroused in his heart, and he tapped the arrow again, hitting one by one. This time he did not kill, but left a living mouth.

However, the man in black obviously had no intention of letting him capture him alive. After his hands, he used some exercises without hesitation. He immediately heard a burst of painful howlings, and in the blink of an eye it turned into blue smoke and disappeared without a trace.

When Yang Fanhai flew closer, there was no trace of usefulness left.

What is the origin of these people? Such decisive and unscrupulous methods are definitely not an ordinary monk?

Yang Fanhai was secretly shocked and glanced around. After feeling that he had no idea about the search, he flew towards Jianmu.

After getting closer, I suddenly felt a dizzy turn and my whole body lost balance. I couldn't help but feel shocked and thought it was a plot.

After stabilizing, I realized that I was stepping on a thick and hard thing. After scanning around, I realized that I was standing on a green ground.

At first glance, the green earth is boundless in three directions, and there is no head to see. The other direction is cliffs, which go straight into the sky. The cliffs are covered with green roots like dragons, and you can see big trees growing on the cliffs.

Roots...Big Tree...Cliff...

Yang Fanhai's heart skipped and suddenly realized that it was not a cliff, it was clearly the land of Jiuzhou, and the green land he was stepping on at this moment was not a land, but a tree trunk of Jianmu.
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