The Divine Urban Physician Chapter 8122: Chongyang real person

It wasn't an ordinary scorching sun, it looked like a golden wheel of the Heavenly Emperor.

Ye Chen saw the scene of countless believers worshipping the golden wheel of the emperor, and he was even more suspicious and surprised. Could it be that the master behind the voice, like Huang Lao, is a person from the scattered gods?

The voice urged: "Come in, you have my fetish on you, you must be my fate."

When Ye Chen heard this, he was stunned for a while, and subconsciously looked at the morning wind sword hanging on his waist, and thought: "Could it be that behind this voice, is the owner of the wind of morning wind, the ancestor of the ghost wind?"

He heard Yan Xingtian say that the wind of dawn first belonged to an ancient power called Xufeng Lingzu.

Later, the Void Wind Spirit Ancestor was defeated by the ancient **** Tuo Di, and the wind of dawn was also taken away, and finally passed on to the gods.

Now going around, the wind of dawn is in Ye Chen's hands, and it seems that there is some kind of destiny in it, as if it is pushing everything.

In the blink of an eye, Ye Chen flashed countless thoughts, and then in front of the mural, he gently recited the enchantment spell taught by the mysterious voice.

As soon as the incantation was uttered, Ye Chen felt that the mural seemed to be twisted, and a powerful force radiated from above, forcibly dragging his body into the world of murals.

Ye Chen woke up and was on guard. After a while, he came to an extremely desolate world.

This desolate world is full of sandstorms. There is no existence of life, and there is no fluctuation of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. It is dead silent.

In the wind and sand in the sky, Ye Chen saw a trembling old man with ragged clothes and scars all over his body, leaning on crutches, walking step by step from the distant sand dunes.

"Lord of Reincarnation, you are finally here."

The old man looked like he was about to die. He was already dying, and he had old wounds all over his body. His wrinkled face was full of scars from swords and swords. His appearance was ugly and ferocious, and his voice was very vicissitudes.

In the reincarnation cemetery, Lao Lao saw this old man, and his voice suddenly sank, and said: "It really is him, the top power of the scattered gods in the past, the Void Wind Spirit Ancestor, who can't imagine that he has been worn down and reduced to this today!" The tone was full of Euphemism and regret. .

When Ye Chen heard Huang Lao's words, he was shocked.

This old man is indeed the legendary Void Wind Ancestor!

"Senior, are you the Void Wind Spirit Ancestor?"

Marven Ye cupped his hands towards the old man and asked.

"You know me?"

The old man was quite surprised, and then smiled: "Is it my disciple Nangong Ling who told you?"

Marven Ye didn't react for a while, and asked subconsciously, "Who is Nangong Mausoleum?"

The old man said: "It is the suzerain of the Danqing Xianzong in the Danqing Realm. I taught him the magical power of landscape ink painting."

Marven Ye suddenly woke up, and his surprise was even worse.

Danqing Xianzong is proficient in the magical powers of landscape and ink painting, and can evolve thousands of atmospheres with brush and ink, but Ye Chen did not expect that these magical powers came from this old man.

The suzerain of the Danqing Xianzong is also the apprentice of this old man!

"Senior, your identity is not informed by Danqing Xianzong, but..."

Ye Chen hesitated whether to say the name of the old man, but the reincarnation cemetery in his body had already shaken, the figure of the old man floated out, the vast majesty stirred the void, and his voice carried a trace of vicissitudes and indifference:

"I told him."

When the old man saw Huang Lao, he couldn't believe his eyes for a while, and then murmured, "Huang Zizai, it's actually you."

He looked up and down the old man, and sighed: "I can't think of the genius of the old man, but today he has worn out and aged to this point. Like me, he has become an old man, hehe..."

Huang Lao said indifferently: "The vicissitudes of life, old wear and tear is inevitable, Void Wind Spirit Ancestor, I thought you were dead."

Xufeng Lingzu smiled and said: "My old bones are not so easy to die, cough...cough..."

When speaking, the old wound was affected, and there was a violent cough, and the scars and wrinkles on his face were shaking, which looked extremely terrifying.

After a pause, Void Wind Spirit Ancestor looked at Ye Chen with turbid eyes, and said, "I felt the breath of the Golden Wheel of the Heavenly Emperor on him, has he already taken control of the supreme artifact of our Sanctuary Clan? "

Huang Laodao: "No, the person who currently controls the Golden Wheel of the Heavenly Emperor is Ren Feifei."

Void Wind Spirit Ancestor pinched his fingers and murmured: "Ren Feifei... is it the guardian of reincarnation? That is also the reincarnation camp. I never imagined that the supreme **** of our scattered gods would entrust the highest artifact to reincarnation after all. ..."

There is endless sigh in his voice, because in those days, he was the top power of the scattered gods, and the person closest to the golden wheel of the emperor.

When Ye Chen heard his words, he mentioned the Supreme Being of the scattered gods, and suddenly his heart moved, and asked:

"Senior, is the supreme of your scattered gods a woman named Sun Yi?"

Currently, Sun Yi is trapped in the sea of ​​stars.

Marven Ye suspected that the person trapped inside was probably Sun Yi's future body, not the current body.

Because it stands to reason that Sun Yi in the real world can't run into the void of time and space.

Xufeng Lingzu frowned and said: "What is Sun Yi, I have never heard of this person, the supreme being of my scattered gods is not a woman, but a well-known existence in the real world, he is Zi The decent leader of Huangxiangong, Chongyang Zhenren."

Ye Chen was taken aback and said, "What, the supreme being of the scattered gods, is the Chongyang Daoist?"