Heavenly Dao Cultivation System

Southland.

The seat of the imperial capital.

Sword slave field.

The reaction of the people in Qingshan was like a fuse, which immediately caused a huge response.

In the void, countless powerful people around the palace are speculating, what exactly is Su Yan's true identity?

What is the relationship between him and Qingzhou Academy?

Just as everyone guessed.

Southland.

One hundred thousand mountains.

In the underground world of Broken Soul Cliff, pieces of heavy snow are constantly falling from the sky.

At this moment.

A small mountain of snow, which looks unusually abrupt.

Because in the entire snowfield world, there is only such a small mountain bag, and other places are full of unobstructed snowfields.

At a certain moment!

Rumble! !

A huge explosion resounded suddenly.

Originally there were snow packs the size of a hill, but it instantly turned into white snow in the sky, bursting in all directions.

After the snow in the mountain bag exploded, the true contents of the mountain bag were revealed.

If anyone saw this scene before him, they would be shocked from ear to ear.

Because, in the snow of this mountain bag, there is actually a person and a blood-colored machete covered.

This is a teenager, with his eyes closed, sitting cross-legged.

If it weren't for the ups and downs of his chest, others would even think that he had been dead for many years.

This young man is no one else but Yang Xieyun's son, Yang Xiaotian!

In front of Yang Xiaotian, a blood-red machete was being inserted at this time.

The blood-red beads on the hilt of the knife gave out bursts of strange light from time to time, which seemed extremely mysterious.

suddenly!

A red glow shot out from the scimitar, and instantly penetrated into the center of Yang Xiaotian's eyebrows at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"what!!"

Yang Xiaotian, who had closed his eyes, suddenly opened his eyes, a flash of pain flashed in his eyes, and immediately screamed.

Immediately!

Yang Xiaotian became dull, and his two eyes became coquettish and blood red.

His two eyes are similar to the blood-red beads on the handle of the knife, making people feel creepy.

Brush it!

Once again, there was a fascinating blood-colored light, which suddenly burst from the scimitar and penetrated into Yang Xiaotian's body.

next moment.

With the appearance of this red light, Yang Xiaotian's clothes began to rise without wind, which looked very strange.

Bang bang bang! !

A muffled sound came out of Yang Xiaotian's body abruptly, like glass shattered, especially crisp.

"Ahhh!!"

Yang Xiaotian roared again, with powerful auras constantly shooting out from his body.

These auras carry powerful power, continuously lasing in all directions.

But Yang Xiaotian's realm finally broke through to the seventh level of the gods, and he hadn't stopped yet.

The aura on his body climbed steadily, and it slowly stopped after the seventh peak of the gods.

At this time, an even stranger scene happened.

The scimitar inserted in front of Yang Xiaotian made a sound of surprise.

"Hahaha, not bad, although the physical body is a little worse, but the talent is okay."

"As long as you build it for a while, you should be able to rush out of this ghost place."

The blood-red scimitar trembled slightly, "Oh, after spending so many years in this ghost place, it's time to go out and see old friends!"

At this moment, if Su Yan were here, he would definitely be shocked.

Because of this voice, he would be very familiar with it. It was the voice of Feng Wutian, the number one scholar in Nanyun Province.

Think of it at the beginning.

When the magic capital of Wuhan University just started school, Su Yan and Feng Wutian were two thorns in the freshmen.

But a year has passed, and now it is nothing but a human being.

Feng Wutian got into the scimitar and turned into a talking monster.

And Su Yan has become a giant in the Southern Territory, holding tens of thousands of gods and respecting soldiers, and watching the world!

......

Southland.

The seat of the imperial capital.

Sword slave field.

In the void, the few people from Qingshan who wept with joy finally stabilized their emotions and looked at Su Yan with excitement.

"Since his old man is still there, then may I ask, where should we go to get him?"

Qing Shan asked cautiously, with a very sincere attitude, as if begging for Su Yan, not dare to be presumptuous at all.

this moment.

Qingshan is no longer a giant in the Southern Territory, nor is it the boss of Qingzhou Academy.

At this moment, he is more like a servile slave, who is too good Su Yan who has changed his style.

This shocking scene once again subverted everyone's cognition.

Especially the elders and disciples of Qingzhou Academy, all of them were shocked, and they could no longer be described as fear.

Oh my goodness.

What is the origin of the yellow-haired boy standing in front of them?

Why can he completely conquer several top senior officials in Qingzhou Academy with a few words of effort?

What is the mystery revealed in this?

The surrounding warriors looked at each other, and they all saw a thick color of consternation in each other's eyes.

The top ten leaders, look at me, and I look at you, but I didn't rush to order Su Yan to kill him.

The scene in the field became more and more weird.

They want to see it.

What kind of trick Su Changsheng is going to play? What is the earth-shattering conspiracy between him and Qingzhou Academy.

The other side.

Above the observation building of the Great Dome Empire.

His brows were frowning, his pupils suddenly shrank, and he hurriedly looked to the side and asked Changsheng.

"Changsheng, according to the secret report of the empire, did Qingzhou Academy still have an ancestor before?"

As soon as these words came out, asked Changsheng to change his color, and looked at Bai Qi with shock.

"You mean that Su Changsheng has a certain connection with the ancestor of Qingzhou Academy?"

Bai Qi's expression changed, and he shook his head slightly.

"I'm not completely sure yet, but the bond between this kid and Qingzhou Academy should be the founding ancestor!"

Asked Changsheng changed color again, his hands clenched tightly, "So, the founding ancestor of Qingzhou Academy did not die, did not go to the prosperous Zhongzhou, but has been hiding in the Southern Region?"

Bai Qi did not speak, this may not be nothing.

As the strongest ruler of the Southern Territory, their Great Vault Empire will surely identify all potential threats.

The ancestor of Qingzhou Academy was naturally unearthed by them.

just.

Because the time was too long, this ancestor never appeared and was in a state of disappearing, which made their empire gradually relax its guard.

But now!

What makes Bai Qihe and Wendao Changsheng feel uneasy.

The founding ancestor of Qingzhou Academy, I am afraid, has not disappeared, but has been hiding somewhere in the Southern Territory.