Wisterias fell from the sky, and everywhere were beautiful buds, rippling with fragrance. Everyone present had a serious expression. Such a tragic past had taught them a lesson.
Although that bloody scene only happened in a corner of the old universe, it was enough to touch everyone's heart.
This is not the end, it will continue to happen in the future. Even someone as powerful as Chao Jue Shi is not enough. The aliens still died tragically, and the Taoist partner of the first ancestor of the Black Peacock Clan was shot dead.
In general, the Black Peacock Holy Mountain was very tough. None of the seven descendants of the alien were left. None of them felt that they were special, so they took the initiative to kill and all died in battle.
In the distance is Qizi Mountain, silent and covered with vines and plants.
"I thought my past was miserable enough, but I didn't expect the past of my ancestors was even bloodier. The past is too hard to recall, and we should be self-reliant." Wolverine said with his head raised.
I don't know if he is serious or just wants to show his presence out of habit.
In the past, Wang Xuan did not have such a sense of crisis and urgency, but it is different now. After seeing a bloody corner, he looked particularly solemn.
He must strictly implement both long-term and short-term goals, so starting from now, he should first learn the top scriptures of the Black Peacock Holy Mountain.
Then, the strange bone on the grand altar in the distance that was once again submerged in flowers would be the target he needed to refer to and learn from.
On the road to becoming a master, you must be steadfast and keep going, start early and strengthen yourself.
As for the long-term goal, at present, although Yiren can overlook the starry sky, it is not infallible yet, and he needs to become more comprehensive in his control of the Dao.
There is no doubt that the legendary True Saint, a terrifying existence beyond this world, probably doesn't have to worry about the struggle for crossing. If there is no mortal enemy who is determined to risk his life to stop it, the True Saint should have no problem leading the tribe away from the extraordinary center and migrating there.
However, there are signs that confrontation is also taking place at this level, and competition is taking place in unknown places.
Wang Xuan will never forget the old man with a leather coat on his upper body, bare buttocks, and half of his head smashed, who was still chasing birds in a daze, whom he and Wu Tian saw in the chaotic sea of time and space.
And in the chaotic sea of time and space, in the floating boat pure land, the crazy teenagers summoned by Bai Hong, Jin Yao and others who played the flute and used the giant axe were all extremely powerful.
But these characters were probably killed by True Saints.
At the same time, Wang Xuan was sure that he would not take the path of relying on one or several tribes to bless himself. Although they could complement each other and strengthen the tribe, they could also help the aliens transform themselves and improve their Taoism, but doing so was really tiring.
Ever since Wang Xuan experienced the death of some of his relatives and friends in the mother universe, he didn't want to experience that kind of separation again.
When migrating with a group or several groups, they would be blocked on the way, and countless people would die tragically.
If you can't protect them, then don't take them on the journey to risk their lives. It's better to let them end up ordinary and dull in the old universe, become mortals, and reproduce naturally.
The Peacock Clan also left behind many of its members in the original universe. Those who set out on the journey were all extraordinary people who voluntarily followed, but in the end 90% of them died.
Even Wang Xuan, who stayed out of the matter, felt distressed.
He didn't want to get involved in such a tragedy or such a thing.
"Without the support of the tribe, will the road be difficult?" He pondered. He had to think of more ways to improve himself. Now his cultivation level was improving rapidly, but it was hard to say what would happen in the future.
In general, looking up, above the vast starry sky, there is brilliance, as well as blood and fire. If one wants to have a bright future, he needs to be strong enough and he has to fight for it.
"Okay, let's go to the Chuan Kung Fu Mountain and get ready." The three peerless masters led the team personally, and several old peacocks followed behind.
On the horizon, there are a group of mountains, all standing up and down, very steep. There are many scratches on each mountain, reflecting the insights of the predecessors.
Of course, the most majestic one is naturally the giant mountain in the center. The most important secrets must be passed down here, and then you can go to other mountains to sit and meditate.
"Lightning, how was it this time? Did you enjoy taking care of those troublemakers?" A rough-looking man asked the Lightning Giant on a tall mountain.
Anyone who dares to speak like this is definitely a troublemaker. Ordinary people would not speak like this. In fact, he is indeed the most unruly among the "old men", but his strength is also outstanding, ranking first.
But he had no problem with his sense of belonging to the Black Peacock Holy Mountain. He went to the mountain since he was a child and was raised by an old peacock. His demon bloodline continued to transform, especially after he came here and retreated, he has become a six-eyed golden cicada, a top-level demon species.
The Lightning Giant frowned, didn't want to pay attention to him, and said nothing.
"You lost?" The burly man, Six-eyed Golden Cicada, looked over here in surprise and said, "The newcomers are stronger than the last. It's good that I can go to the event with such teammates. Maybe I can really gain something. Otherwise, how long can I hold on by myself?"
He is quite confident.
People from other nearby mountains were also looking over.
A black-haired young man, when his blood began to flow, it carried with it some special scene fragments, which appeared in his flesh and blood, passing through it, with secret power protecting his body.
Wang Xuan guessed that this person might be the descendant of an alien. His bloodline had revived and he was gradually returning to his ancestral state. The vitality within him was indeed extremely powerful.
However, he did not think that this was incredible or impossible to resist.
These days, who doesn't have a strange person in their family? He thought to himself.
Of course, if someone heard his inner thoughts, they would probably want to punch him in the heart.
Wang Xuan was born when his parents became mortals, and indeed he did not inherit any special bloodline, nor did he inherit any fragments of the Dao of a strange person.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content!
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
