The Twin Saints Palace, the dojo of two holy insects, is surrounded by clouds and mist, with towering sacred mountains and sparkling fairy lakes dotted among the mountains.
"Who... is he?" The Karma Silkworm was really scared. His voice was trembling. He stood in front of the huge palace on the top of the mountain with a pale face.
"Have you found him?" Destiny Cicada has been feeling uneasy lately, feeling that his fate is being manipulated by someone and is about to be harvested.
Wang Xuan did not respond to the two supreme worker bugs. He looked at the figure at the end of the cause and effect line with interest. The other party sensed something and followed the track of destiny.
"The origin of the scavengers? There's a rotten smell all over his body, no wonder he left behind this blood mud." Wang Xuan commented to himself.
At the end of the causal line, the powerful creature was unaware of his arrival and could only feel the restlessness and uneasiness of the two holy insects.
Now that the line of fate has been disturbed, the mysterious strong man is ready to set off to collect the fresh "vitality" and obtain the "future" of the gifted.
The Scavenger, the True Saint of the Beast Fighting Palace, is disliked by all parties because, in order to avoid the kill list, he does not hesitate to hunt other scattered saints, etc., seeking a way to die in place of others and be reborn in other people's bodies.
Therefore, even when Wu, You, Dao, Kong and others were pretending to fight, they let the Scavenger to explore the way, but they let him really die, and all the ancestors abandoned him.
Earlier, in order to save the round-faced white tiger girl, Wang Xuan asked Mobile Qiwu, Wu Liuji and others for help, cut up the rotten meat and overturned the Beast Fighting Palace.
Wang Xuan said to himself, "I have heard that there was an old monster in the old saint period who was extremely powerful but was despised by others. He developed a method to absorb blood and the direction of destiny. It was very terrifying. Only the scattered scriptures created scavengers. I never thought that you are still alive. Everyone said that you died, but it was just a rumor.
It was impossible for the other party to sense that he was waiting here, because the True King was beyond cause and effect and fate, and it was difficult to trace him, whether in the past or in the future.
"Boss, have you figured out his background?" asked the Karma Silkworm.
The working bug was used to calling him boss, and now the two bugs shared one body. Not to mention, the young man had a handsome face, but both souls were quite uneasy.
"Zhuo from the Old Saint period." Wang Xuan responded, watching the other party approaching silently from the end of the starry sea and crossing half of the universe in the blink of an eye.
With the return of the ancestors, especially after the battle with the local powerful No. 3 690 years ago, the members of the passionate senior group were naturally the focus of people's attention. After all, even the true king on the opposite side had died.
Therefore, even the vague records of the past few years, such as the Age of Gods, the Dynasty of Giant Beasts, and the reign of the Old Saints, were all dug up, and the famous creatures in history were remembered. Even the two part-time workers made up for it, mainly because they were afraid that they would encounter evil spirits one day and meet the Great Sage without knowing it.
"Zhuo, a Meng man who once defeated the three elders of the Old Saints, but was hated and died by the Old Saints in the years of history, he is still alive?!" The two Supreme Saint Insects were stupefied.
"Hurry up and call for help, and ask the old saint to come and subdue the big demon of the same period!" The two holy insects were anxious.
Although they knew that their boss was an anomaly, very strong, and had a very powerful background, they would never have thought that he was now a true king.
The main thing is that they are rebellious by nature and always think about rebelling and running away. It is impossible for Wang Xuan to tell them the details as his confidants, so he really regards them as workers.
"Wait quietly." Wang Xuan said.
Zhuo arrived along the line of cause and effect. He was wearing a blue and gold battle suit. He looked otherworldly and clear. He had a handsome young face with a red flame pattern between his eyebrows. He had a very good temperament.
However, his inner self could not escape the perception of the True King. It was bloody and entangled with many lines of fate, which intercepted the "future" of many geniuses.
"It's surprising that you two powerful men from ancient times died, but your clone seeds survived in this way." Zhuo smiled and said. He traced the origins of the Karma Silkworm and the Destiny Cicada and knew that their true incarnations in their early years had great origins.
"Intercept your future, we will be together.
He said the cruelest things gently.
Then, he looked at Wang Xuan and said, "The most unexpected thing is you, the rising new saint, the future anomaly. I didn't want to touch you at first, but you are here today, so I can't avoid you."
Wang Xuan looked at him and said, "It seems that you have been dormant and have never gone on an expedition with the Old Saints or joined the Elderly Group. The news is outdated and you are a little behind the times."
The other party didn't know that he was the true king, naturally because he was too far away from the "core circle".
Zhuo Ping said calmly: "I know there are powerful people behind you, Ma, Wang Zesheng and others, so what? I have already concealed the secrets of heaven, and no one can trace it. Not to mention you who are alone, even if Wang Zesheng and others come in person, if I have the chance, I may be able to intercept their vitality and future."
However, the next moment, he lost his composure, his expression suddenly changed, he tore apart the world, turned around and wanted to escape, because he could not trace the fate of this new saint.
As a powerful being who could defeat the three elders of the old saints, he naturally knew what this meant. In a split second, he thought of too many things.
However, Wang Xuan's two eyes fell, locking time and space, making him unable to move. Zhuo, as a single 6-broken power, stood still in the torn void.
He was like a fallen yellow leaf, originally still moving, but instantly became a photograph in the frame, condensed in the picture.
Wang Xuan's eyes were bright as he traced back his past. Suddenly, he saw all kinds of bloody tragedy. The "creatures" he left behind in various places included not only the Hunyuan Divine Mud, but also the Immortal Golden Body, the Red Lotus Demon Fetus, etc.
Even some of the great fortunes in historical legends were created by him and left to future generations. The geniuses competed, and those who finally got it were naturally the ones with the most strength and luck, and had a promising future. "You really committed a sin, your hands are stained with blood." Wang Xuan sighed. This old saint hunted some of the original extraordinary geniuses.
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