Valkyrie Bloodline

Ten days!

Li Ye kept closing his eyes, as if settled.

Old Man Jiang also didn't know when he lost his track, of course he did not leave, but had already floated on the high platform.

His task is only to bring people. As for what happens later, he can't be the master.

There are dozens of guides in holy places like him.

A whole number of ten strong emperors!

How amazing it would be if it were outside! What an explosion?

Even the Emperor Tianzong can't find so many powerful emperors!

How many emperors are there in the seven imperial palaces?

But in the Holy Land, the emperor realm is really breathtaking!

Just as a guide, you need the power of the Emperor Realm to take action, and it also shocks a group of geniuses who call the wind and rain in the outside world, and the power of the older generation.

Finally, Li Ye opened his eyes.

Because he already feels the time is up.

Correct!

No one told him how long he needed to wait here, but at this moment, he seemed to feel the end.

Sweep away, dozens of people.

Are there dozens of people?

a lot of!

But you know, how many people stepped into the holy mountain?

The Three Realms and Nine Regions Dimen's Taoism is hundreds of! Not counting those great teachers and the secluded Sejong gate! Not to mention those rebellious casual cultivators, and some older generations of power!

To set foot on the holy mountain, even if there are not tens of thousands of people, it is not much difference.

But only dozens of people can come here!

Not even a hundred!

Li Ye didn't ask what will happen to those who cannot come here.

Because for millions of years, those who set foot in the Holy Land have only one ending.

Worship into the Holy Land!

If you can't worship the Holy Land, you will live and die! No one has ever left the holy mountain!

"The privilege of the Seven Great Palaces is really enviable."

"In order for the guide of the Holy Land to be selected, I have gone through all kinds of difficulties and stepped into the ghost gate several times, and finally qualified to be brought by the guide."

"No, the people of the Seven Great Emperor's Palaces don't need to experience catastrophe at all, they can come directly to the gate of the Holy Land! It's enviable!"

Among the dozens of people, the Seven Great Palaces accounted for one third!

Doesn't sound like much?

But you know, how many sects are there in the world?

How many geniuses are there?

The Seven Great Emperor Palaces actually occupied one third, even if these people didn't mean they would definitely be able to enter the Holy Land, it was enough to make other geniuses envy and jealous.

Li Ye is really too inconspicuous among dozens of people.

On the contrary, on the Seven Great Palaces, there are a few people standing out from the crowd, just like a lot of attention. Eyes fell on them one after another, marveling and hostile, but more of a deep fear.

…

"Brother Five, when you arrive at the Holy Land in the future, remember to help Junior Brother to see if it is true and rumored, the beauty of Wushen Mountain is like a cloud."

Wang Jianjun was very helpless, very helpless to his sixth junior brother.

But helpless, he still nodded, but in the end he couldn't help it, "Sixth Junior Brother, don't you really work hard?"

"It's boring. Although the Holy Land is good, there is no such thing as freedom outside."

Wang Jianjun was speechless. Although he knew the temperament of his junior fellow for a long time, he still felt it was a pity, "Your talent and understanding are better than brothers, if you are willing to..."

"Don't! Forget it, not interested."

If the words are not too speculative, Wang Jianjun has long been numb to his junior brother. But I always felt that it could be rescued, but I couldn't wait to smoke him every time.

Why did Master accept such a slutty!

Fortunately, the younger sister can make up for this.

Thinking of this, Wang Jianjun looked towards the little junior sister, then the smile on his face solidified and gradually disappeared, finally looking up to the sky.

"Brother Five, Junior Sister is fine."

"I know."

"Are you worried?"

"You don't want to say who is the fate of the little junior sister?"

"Even Master doesn't bother to care about it. Five brothers don't worry about it. This is not very good. Someone can take care of the little sister and at least let us get free."

Ok?

It seems like this is true!

Wang Jianjun was relieved at once, but he sighed, "With the talents of Junior Junior Sister, it is almost a 100% chance to enter the Holy Land. I just don't know if the person who can make Junior Sister cares also has this ability."

It's not that he opposed this, after all, it was the uncle who deduced the secrets himself, and it was impossible to make mistakes. But he still doesn't believe it, and after entering the Holy Land this time, if that person can't enter the Holy Land like the little junior sister, the status of the two will be far apart. Can they really be together in the future?

Thinking of this, he shook his head, and began to worry about the geniuses in the holy land in the future.

He, the younger sister, beat up their brothers with no temper, what if they enter the Holy Land?

He looked forward to it.

Wu Muhua looked at her brother's appearance, and wanted to laugh when she felt it.

"That kid? No one can worry about that kid! I want to know how much trouble the kid will cause when he reaches the Holy Land!"

Think about it, it's a little exciting! And he has heard from his uncle, the sky will change! Even the holy land is hard to be alone!

Or is everything really on that kid?

"Why do you think so much, there is wine now, but now drunk, the sky is falling, and the master is holding it!"

Wu Muhua feels that wandering around without worry is the greatest joy in life.

The pursuit of longevity? Sendo?

Too illusory, and too bitter! It doesn't match him at all.

…

"Nephew Jiang, are you sure?"

"Uncle Master, absolutely no problem!"

On the high platform, old man Jiang was full of confidence, and a ten-year-old boy stood before him.

Oh no, it's an immortal who looks like a ten-year-old child but doesn't know how many years he has lived.

Don't look like a ten-year-old child, but Old Man Jiang is respectful and not disrespectful. Because he knew exactly what the person in front of him represented.

Don't die! It is also famous in the Holy Land! The seniority is very high, the cultivation base is very high, and the morals are high!

Yes, I like to be tender...

Tong Budie was very hesitant. Of course, his real name was not Tong Budie, but as time passed, no one remembered what his real name was. He only knew that he had lived for a long time, longer than the ordinary emperor.

People give the nickname, immortal old man, child immortal!

He knew that if he asked, he was asking for nothing, and at the same time, a few breaths had already arrived.

Feeling those breaths, Tong Wudie still didn't respond much, and he still looked like a child, as if the sky fell and it had nothing to do with him.

But Old Man Jiang's expression changed.

Sure enough, there were a few more figures on the high platform.

The guides of Wushen Mountain, after seeing the visitors, saluted respectfully, and then stepped aside.

You don't need to ask, you know that the person here is one of the two holy places, the strong of Wushen Mountain.

and! It is by no means as simple as the ordinary Emperor Wu!

Old man Jiang took a look and took a deep breath.

There was a trace of refinement and surprise in the eyes! It seemed that something was beyond his expectation.