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"Xingtian Xuan Zhi?"

Just as he closed his eyes to die, screaming suddenly came, and there was a middle-aged man who was more than two meters tall and burly to the extreme.
Although I can’t feel my own breath only with the help of the virtual body condensed by the wizard array, the wild and sharp eyes are amazing. His imposing manner is like a rainbow, and he overlooks all beings, which is the real imposing manner of a superior person, even though Chen Han has seen the wind of the gods and kings.
Lingwu, who was making the final blow, was motionless. The middle-aged man raised Chen Han like a chicken, and his head was almost in front of him. He shouted, "What did you just say? Who is Xingtian Xuanzhi? But my Xingtian’s junior? Who the hell is your boy? "
Test?
Being in a real palace that is not a magical array somewhere, the remaining spirits represented by the other eleven light groups are all stunned by the scene in front of them. Is this the so-called temptation of Big Brother?
But it’s no wonder that the other party mentioned the eldest brother’s people before he died. It’s strange that he can’t get excited.
It’s a pity that the buildings Chen Han saw, the checkpoints he passed, and the wizard masters he confronted were all arranged wizard arrays hundreds of millions of years ago, which were promoted by Zhou Tianxing’s continuous absorption. Even if there are two people with spiritual wisdom, it is the twelve light groups that control the wizard array and integrate their own consciousness into it.
In other words, there are only twelve living people in the witch tomb, and all the physical Yuan gods have been destroyed, leaving only the weak remnants.
Everything is put to good use by the wizard array, so they themselves have no ability to use some powerful magical powers to search for the memory of Chen Han, and it is even more impossible to forcibly control his Yuan Shen soul. Otherwise, there wouldn’t be so many levels to test. I would have directly explored all his memories and even controlled his soul to turn him into a puppet. How come so much trouble?
"You … who are you?" Chen cold was scared one leng one leng by each other’s momentum.
"You don’t care who I am, now I ask you!"
"Chen cold … my name is Chen cold …"
Chen Han doesn’t know why, but he was frightened by the other person’s momentum and answered all the other people’s questions completely out of control: "Xingtian Xuan Zhi is one of the twelve wizards, a descendant of Xingtian’s, and also my best brother, but … but he is old and dead …"
At this point, his look was helpless, but it made the big fellow shine at the moment: "Xingtian’s descendants?" Is your best brother? Tell me, all you know, how do you get to know witches? What is your training method? What is your relationship with the witch family? "
The other party clearly didn’t use any soul-confusing technique, but Chen Han was so puzzling that he didn’t even know why, and he told all the secrets hidden in his heart’s core that many very close people didn’t know.
From the time he first entered the original core area of the sunset, he encountered many dangers and met Xingtian Xuanzhi. Until he was closed for many years, Xingtian Xuanzhi changed from a young talent of Xingtian’s generation to a dying old man, and finally died in front of himself, and he accepted all the entrustment of the witch family.
Later, they all met with the descendants of the twelve wizard gods and got their strong support, and then there were all kinds of experiences of soaring to the celestial world.
"Will you fight for the witch family?" Middle-aged man tone obviously some excitement.
"Yes!"
Chen Han’s eyes sparkled with incredible firmness, and he said slowly, "I have been in Xingtian clan for more than a hundred years, where there are people I regard as elders, my brothers, and people who call me uncles and granduncles. For the sake of the friendship that is bloodless but more bloody, I must rescue the witch family, let them reproduce the glory of the past, and let them never suffer from illness and death again. "
Suddenly, as if he had recovered, he punched the big fellow with anger: "Fuck! Who the hell are you? Why should I say this to you? "
"My name is Xingtian …"
"Xingtian? Are you also a descendant of Xingtian? " Chen Han was frightened.
"I am called Xingtian, and there is no Xingtian!"
"Punishment … Xingtian …"
Chen Han recalled these two simple words, and his face changed greatly the next moment: "Xingtian? Xingtian, the ancestor of Xingtian’s family and the eldest of the twelve great wizards? You … "
Immediately, he shook his head and stared at each other again and again, sneering: "Are you burning newspapers for the dead and fooling the ghosts?" In addition to the twelve remaining veins of the town sealed by the Xiuzhen boundary, the other people have long been wiped out hundreds of millions of years ago, and all the twelve witch ancestors have fallen. You are Xingtian Laozi or Xingtian’s father! "
"I fuck your ancestors, and you are my father?"
The middle-aged man flew into a rage, lifted his foot and kicked Chen Han to fly thousands of meters. A long-handled tomahawk appeared out of thin air in his hand, and the wind generally rushed over: "Damn it, I was born in HarmonyOS, and I was born to raise it. Are you my father? I won’t teach you a lesson today, you little brat! "
What is that?
Seeing the long tomahawk, Chen Han seems to have 100 million African elephants running wildly in his head. Isn’t that the legendary axe of solidarity?
He skidded to his feet and exclaimed loudly, "Are you … are you really Xingtian? ！”
The middle-aged man rushed to stop in front of him and said slowly, "I’m not Xingtian. Are you? If I had changed my temper, I would have killed you with an axe, little rabbit! "
Xingtian!
The God of War, the first of the twelve Wuzu, the ancestor of Xingtian, and the most powerful existence in the history of Wuzu!
Thinking of being intimate with Xingtian Xuan, and thinking of the amazing record of the cheap master Junlong, it was created by drawing lessons from the mentality of the Wu nationality. He plopped down on his knees: "Disciple Chen Han … Duanmu Chen Han visited the ancestors of Xingtian. Please forgive me for the collision just now."
"Your boy … isn’t this embarrassing for Lao Tzu to get together with you?"
The middle-aged man scratched his head and picked him up: "Come on, I can’t stand this gift. According to what you have said, you are very intimate with my gray grandchildren, and your master also created an extremely shocking record based on his native method. Lao Tzu is taken for granted by your gift visit, but … "
He thought about it, but didn’t say it. He waved and said, "In short, I don’t need to give gifts to Lao Tzu in the future, as well as my brothers and sisters. Just make friends with them as equals. It’s not too late to talk about seniority until that matter is finalized, or it will be a mess in the future. "
"But …"
Chen Han couldn’t figure out what he was talking about. This guy is a real elder, and with all kinds of relationships with each other, it’s natural to give him a gift.
"What’s a no-buts? You can do whatever I tell you. How come there’s so much nonsense?"
"The younger generation knows."
"Still a younger generation?"
"That … what shall I call you?"
"Brother Xingtian or Xingtian, as long as you don’t pretend to be Lao Tzu’s father!"
Xingtian, who was unhappy, didn’t want to pester him about this topic any more, and said, "Next, all the witch array effects will be removed. Just go to the ancestral temple and meet me. This is Lao Tzu’s virtual body condensed by the power of the wizard array. There are still many things to tell you and meet others by the way. "
Xingtian’s body broke into a glow and disappeared, and the surrounding environment has also undergone earth-shaking changes. Yellow sand and more than 90,000 witches disappeared everywhere.
Tall and majestic palaces appear in front of us, which is different from what we saw when we first entered the witch tomb. Although the architectural style is exactly the same, there is no vast palace group. A few sparse palaces, with the flavor of eternal vicissitudes, give people a lonely feeling.
And before seeing all is an illusion, this is the real building of the witch’s tomb, and his every move is also seen by Xingtian and others, so all kinds of behaviors in the second level are not …
Fuck!
You can’t stand being watched by a large group of people for doing that, as long as you are a little ashamed, can you?
Thought of here, Chen Han’s face burned badly, and he finally rushed to one of the palaces with the word ancestral temple written on the plaque.
No forbidden door was kicked open, and the wind rushed into the temple. He shouted, "I don’t care if you are really the twelve witches, let’s not say anything else for the time being. If you watch me do that, I won’t stop talking to you!"
"Brother Chen Han, we didn’t see you do that, really." The sound floated out of an orange light.
"You …"
Chen Han was stunned by the scene in front of him. There was no one in the hall, only twelve light groups with different colors. With his knowledge, he certainly knew that these were residual spirits-all the flesh and Yuan gods were destroyed, even the soul was hit hard, and the residual spirits were incomplete.
How come…
Just twelve rays of light, is this the legendary twelve great ancestors?
However, how can Wuzu, who is above, become so embarrassed?
"My name is Hou Yi." The light group thought he asked who he was and quickly reported himself.
"Houyi … shot the Houyi of nine suns?"
"What?"
The other person looks puzzled. Obviously, the myths and legends have some basis, but there is also some moisture. The shooting of Houyi is likely to be a fake myth. Otherwise, how could he even have a confused tone?