The Emperor Descending the Heavens

As time passed, another two months passed.

It is late autumn, with yellowish leaves everywhere, just like the scene where Qin Yu returned from a torrent of emptiness a few years ago.

In the realm of cultivation, the north is already snowing.

A group of thousands of disciples seeking out Tianzong gathered in a team, standing neatly and orderly on the dojo, and letting the snow storm rag, as if waiting for something.

On the high platform in front, dozens of high-ranking Tianzong high-ranking people lined up in a figure-eight shape, standing solemnly and motionless.

Behind the high platform, there is an ancient palace, revealing the vicissitudes of vicissitudes.

The giant bronze door closed tightly, as if isolated from this time and space.

The head of Xuntianzong, Li Xuntian, has entered the retreat of the ancient palace for more than a thousand years.

Right now, they just wait for the head of the gate to give them an order, and their group will go to the secular death swamp and wait for the opening of the Temple of Heaven.

Time passed by little by little. At a certain moment, the sound of a movement of the organs alarmed everyone present.

Looking at the sound, the giant gate of the ancient temple slowly moved from the middle to the two sides, cracking a black blizzard, like an entrance to a bottomless abyss.

The vast and mysterious atmosphere swept across the Xuntianzong Waimen Dojo. At that moment, the snow and snow even stopped in the air and stopped!

Stomping ...

The long footsteps, from far to near, seemed like a strong man in the dark, coming across the endless starry sky.

Finally, the sound became louder and hollower.

Guanghua flashed, and saw a young white robe youth who was young and handsome, but not thirty years old, came slowly, wearing an indescribable mysterious atmosphere.

"Meet the head!"

At first glance at the appearance of this young man, the senior officials of Xuntianzong were shocked, and then kneeled down to see the people.

For a time.

Thousands of Xuntianzong disciples also kneeled.

The young man in white robe in front of him is Li Xuntian, the head of Xuntianzong, and also the ancestor of Xuntianzong.

Originally a thousand years ago, he was still a middle-aged man. He did not expect that after a thousand years of practice, his appearance had changed greatly.

"It's been another thousand years, time and space are rotating, everything is changing, what surprises are waiting for you?"

Li Xuntian's eyes swept across the crowd, and a thick voice came from his mouth.

Elder Ren Zichen heard the words, hurriedly got up, took out a brocade box from his arms, and offered it respectfully.

"Head, disciple, paid the price of life, live up to the head's expectations, and finally found the Dragon Blood Emperor Seal!"

"Dragon Blood Emperor Seal?"

Li Xuntian, who was originally indifferent, heard the words of the Dragon Blood Emperor Xi, and immediately moved.

Raising his hand with his fingers, the brocade box originally held in Ren Zichen's hands flew up in the air and unfolded in the air, his blood flashed, and a delicate blood-colored jade appeared in front of everyone.

"It is really the legendary Dragon Blood Emperor Seal!"

Li Xuntian's face gradually looked excited as he watched the dragon's blood emperor's seal dripping in the air.

This thing is the key to opening the Temple of Heaven. Whoever obtains it is equal to the treasure of the Temple of Heaven that can make people live forever.

The senior executives of Zunxun looked at the excitement on Li Xuntian's face and glanced at each other. Ren Zichan then said to him again: "Head, we have arranged candidates to **** the Dragon Blood Emperor Seal to the central area of ​​Tianxun Palace. Open the Temple of Heaven for the head! "

"Okay, good job!"

After Li Xuntian listened to Ren Zichan's words, he immediately became happy again.