In the sky.

The magic dragon was flying at an extremely fast speed, and the area of ​​the Divine Burial Abyss had already appeared in the distance.

At this moment, Lin Hao discovered that a group of figures were fighting fiercely in the sky above the mountains outside the Divine Burial Abyss.

Those people were none other than the human martial artists of the Jiuxuan Sect and the pseudo-gods who were the remaining forces of the Tower of Babel.

Lin Hao's eyes narrowed slightly, and he obviously noticed that Wei Jiyuan was also among them.

However, although these pseudo-gods are small in number, they are the backbone of the Tower of Babel, and their strength has reached the level of Half-Step Emperor.

It is not easy for the disciples of Jiuxuan Sect and others to encircle and wipe them out completely.

The two teams were fighting fiercely for a while.

In just a few breaths, several disciples of the Jiuxuan Sect were seriously injured.

"Dragon Fang, go ahead."

Lin Hao's eyes flashed and he gave the order.

"roar!"

Longya roared, and suddenly rushed forward with extremely ferocious momentum.

"Your Highness the Holy Son!"

Hearing the dragon's roar, Wei Jiyuan and others from Jiuxuan Sect couldn't help but be surprised.

Seeing Lin Hao riding the magic dragon and joining the battle, their morale suddenly boosted.

"kill!"

In an instant, a series of fierce martial arts moves, coordinated with the terrifying offensive of the magic dragon, exploded towards those pseudo-gods like an overwhelming force.

After a moment.

The battle is over.

However, all those pseudo-gods turned into bloody corpses and fell into the mountains below. They were soon dragged away and eaten by nearby monsters.

"Your Highness, it's a good thing you're here, otherwise we don't know how long it will take to resolve the fight."

Wei Jiyuan flew to Lin Hao with excitement on his face and said with reverence.

Hundreds of Jiuxuan Sect disciples also gathered around happily, looking at Lin Hao with shining eyes.

"You guys go back first, I have something to discuss with Yuan."

Lin Hao looked at the Jiuxuan Sect disciples around him and smiled.

"good."

Those sect disciples followed Lin Hao's order without any hesitation, flew away one after another, and continued to search for the escaped pseudo-gods.

"Your Highness, what can I do for you?"

After everyone left, Wei Jiyuan couldn't help but ask.

"Do you still remember the first time you met me?"

Lin Hao was not in a hurry to reveal it, but asked with a faint smile.

Wei Jiyuan hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said, "I remember, it was in a small mountain range in the southern part of Dongxuanzhou. His Highness the Saint Son was seriously injured and unconscious, and it was I who saved him."

Speaking of this, Wei Jiyuan felt a hint of pride in his heart.

Because who could have known that the strongest person in the human martial arts world today was the one who was rescued by him several years ago.

"Nonsense, I won't say any more."

Lin Hao said calmly: "Actually, at that time, I fell there from a space crack."

"In more than a year, an unprecedented racial war will break out in the Sky Continent."

"At that time, the head of the Jiuxuan Sect will use the space chaos bead to induce space energy to seal off that piece of land in order to protect the lifeline of the human beings in Dongxuanzhou during that catastrophe."

"At this point, the Jiuxuan Sect began to split into different factions, and then evolved into the Nine Great Hall Sects."

"And you, remember not to join any faction. You can use the power of the sect's guardian team to form a 'Deacon Hall' on Jiuxuan Island to balance and restrain the disputes between the nine major halls and sects."

What?

Hearing this, Wei Jiyuan was shocked and stared at Lin Hao in disbelief.

If the person in front of him was not the sect's saint son, he might have sneered on the spot and called the other person mentally ill.

Because this kind of thing, no matter how you listen to it, it sounds like nonsense.

What about the outbreak of a racial war and the split of the Jiuxuan Sect?

This is absolute nonsense!

"Your Highness, do you know how to predict the future?"

Thinking of Lin Hao's understanding of the concept of time, Wei Jiyuan felt that this statement might be more appropriate.

“Not really.”

Lin Hao shook his head and smiled faintly: "To be precise, I traveled here from the future."

"My real name is Lin Hao, and I am also a deacon disciple of the Deacon Hall of the Nine Great Halls Ten Thousand Years Later."

"But by then, you will be an old man."

Speaking of this, Lin Hao couldn't help but smile jokingly.

What?!

Just like Hou Tiancheng and the others before, Wei Jiyuan was completely stunned when he heard this.

He looked at Lin Hao in disbelief, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong.

"Your Highness, you said you were from ten thousand years later, but how could I possibly live that long without dying?"

Wei Jiyuan frowned and asked in confusion.

"The Law of Time."

Lin Hao said calmly: "Using the law field of time stillness to imprison the body in it can slow down aging."

In the realm where time stands still, the flesh and blood are imprisoned...

Hearing this, Wei Jiyuan's heart was slightly shocked, as if he had understood something.

Recently, because he regarded Lin Hao as his idol, he also imitated and practiced the various martial arts moves mastered by the latter.

However, the concept of time in it made Wei Jiyuan more and more interested. After learning that he had this talent for cultivation, he became more obsessed with studying it.

Therefore, at this moment, Lin Hao's words made him suddenly feel as if he had suddenly realized something.

But one thing at a time, Wei Jiyuan still felt that the matter of future time and space was really unbelievable.

Lin Hao didn't want to continue explaining this.

"I've talked to you so much because I want you to take advantage of this period to bide your time and strengthen the sect's guardian team as soon as possible."

As he spoke, Lin Hao's figure flashed and he suddenly stood on the dragon head, wanting to continue heading towards the Divine Burial Abyss.

However, at this moment, he seemed to have thought of something, and smiled faintly at Wei Jiyuan, saying, "By the way, if you meet me, a deacon disciple named Lin Hao, in the Nine Great Halls in the future, remember to remind him."

"Don't rely too much on the system, remember to strengthen yourself!"

After saying this, Lin Hao couldn't help but laugh.

Immediately, with a hearty laugh, the demon dragon swung its huge body and suddenly turned into a black shadow, rushing towards the depths of the Divine Burial Abyss.

"Don't rely too much on the system, remember to strengthen yourself..."

"What do you mean by this, Your Highness?"

Looking at the black shadow that was gradually moving away, Wei Jiyuan stood there in shock, puzzled.

Little did they know that it would be ten thousand years before they parted again...