Xuanhuan: I can see the script of life!

"Saint, I got news ahead that the blood of the real dragon has been taken away!"

The Holy Lord of Ten Thousand Buddhas said respectfully.

Hearing this, the sage remained silent, as if he had already known about it.

The True Dragon Emperor came to the saint with the extreme emperor's soldiers. In the Eastern Wilderness, unless those ancient immortals who had been frozen for thousands of years took action, no one could keep him.

And those ancient immortals have their lives hanging by a thread, and they won't come out until the world is destroyed.Therefore, even if the blood of the True Dragon is extremely precious, they will not commit the crime of offending the Emperor of the True Dragon and revive them.

"True dragon blood."

The sage murmured a few words, and finally said: "Forget it, that's all! The matter of the true dragon's blood is over! Now that we have been brought to the True Dragon Dynasty, we should not think about anything else. Terrible, we are not allowed to think otherwise!"

The Holy Lord of Ten Thousand Buddhas listened and nodded again and again, with fear of the True Dragon Emperor in his eyes.That was an imperial dynasty, and there were emperor-level powerhouses in the ancestors, with endless background, far surpassing these holy places like them.

"For now, focus on the upcoming ancient battlefield!"

The sage said: "In the ancient battlefield, there is something lost in our Holy Land of Ten Thousand Buddhas. Concentrate all your energy on finding that treasure! Understand?"

"Yes!" The Holy Lord of Ten Thousand Buddhas said respectfully.

Suddenly, the sage seemed to have thought of something, with a look of contempt on his face, he laughed: "But this trip is not without benefits."

The Lord of Ten Thousand Buddhas and the disciples of the Buddha are all confused, what is the benefit?
The saint said: "Before, more than 20 saints joined forces to strike, which definitely seriously injured the old immortal in Ziwei Holy Land! Before, he was approaching his deadline, and his time was running out, but after this fight, how long can he live?!"

As he said that, there was endless murderous intent in the saint's eyes, and the murderous intent immediately surfaced from the secret realm and went straight in all directions.When the saint makes a murderous move, the world will be turned upside down, and the stars will change places!
Around the world of the Holy Land of Ten Thousand Buddhas, a terrifying murderous intent could be felt.

"It won't be long before that old immortal will return to the west!"

The saint smiled coldly: "At that time, it will be the day when the Ziwei Holy Land will be destroyed, and all the treasures in the Ziwei Holy Land will belong to my Holy Land of Ten Thousand Buddhas!"

The Lord of Ten Thousand Buddhas and the disciples of the Buddha also showed murderous intent when they heard the words, waiting for that day to come.

"Dutian, prepare well. After the opening of the ancient battlefield, your main task is to find that treasure, and your second task is to kill the holy son of Ziwei Holy Land!" The saint said lightly.

"Yes!" Du Tian nodded and said, he was already building the image of the son of Ziwei in his heart, and hoped that he should be stronger, otherwise, if he was crushed by himself and killed with a single palm, it would be meaningless.

At this time, not only the Holy Land of Ten Thousand Buddhas, but also other transcendent forces such as the Holy Land of Absolute Beginning and the Linglong Holy Land, all heard the news that the blood of the real dragon had been taken away.

Although they felt very sorry, they could do nothing but treat it as the past.

Next, they have to look forward, because the ancient battlefield is about to open, and all holy places must prepare for this matter!
The secret treasures in the ancient battlefield are hard to count. I don’t know how many saint-level giants have fallen in it, and even the legendary emperor-level powerhouse has fallen there!
It's just a legend, and no one can prove it.

At this moment.

Lagerstroemia Holy Land.

In the small fairyland of the Ziwei Holy Land, the saint, the Lord Ziwei and Qin Yang are here.

The deepest part of Little Fairyland is the dusty place where the Ziwei sage usually lives.

At this time, he brought Qin Yang and Lord Ziwei here, as if he had something important to tell.

Looking at the two people in front of him, one is the Lord of the Holy Land, and the other is the new generation of the Holy Son, the Saint Ziwei couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

Both Qin Yang and Lord Ziwei waited quietly for Saint Ziwei to speak.

Saint Ziwei sighed, and said slowly: "I am running out of time."

The first sentence surprised the two of them!

The pillar of the Ziwei Holy Land, a sage who reaches the sky, now says that his time is numbered?

Lord Ziwei's heart trembled, and she couldn't help saying: "Old Ancestor, you"

The saint said calmly: "The more than 20 saints joined forces to attack, and their joint attack made my injury worse."

Hearing this, Qin Yang's eyes were fixed, and he didn't know what to say for a moment.

He is now the holy son of the Ziwei Holy Land. If the saint dies, the Ziwei Holy Land will be destroyed. It is impossible for him, the holy son, to get away with it!
"Old Ancestor, what should we do?" Holy Master Ziwei couldn't help but ask.The holy land cannot be without saints, once lost, it is tantamount to entering the end!
The saint was silent for a long time, and finally said leisurely: "I have about the last year of my life. After one year, I'm afraid it will be difficult for me to persist."

Even though life and death were approaching, the sage Ziwei spoke in a free and easy manner, as if he was not restricted by life and death.

Lord Ziwei's face was touched when he heard the words, and he was at a loss at this moment!
At this time, the saint suddenly looked at Qin Yang and said, "Now, the only hope is the Son!"

The saint continued to stare at Qin Yang, and said: "The Holy Son himself is the pride of heaven, and today he bathed in dragon's blood, which is a terrible improvement!"

"In order to preserve the continuation of the Ziwei Holy Land, we must accumulate a saint in a very short time!"

Hearing this, Holy Lord Ziwei only felt that it was a fantasy, it was incredible.

A saint, what a terrible existence a saint is, how can it be piled up when it is said to be piled up?
Even if it is the Venerable Realm, it is very difficult to advance to a realm every time.After the Venerable Realm, the requirements for the aura of the heaven and the earth are not high, but to understand the rules of the heaven and the earth to advance.

Within a year, Qin Yang has a high probability of being promoted to Venerable, but a saint? !

How is this possible!
However, everyone knows that there is only this way.

Only by accumulating saints can the Ziwei Holy Land continue in Donghuang, otherwise it will be destroyed!

Being stared at by the Saint and the Lord, Qin Yang also felt a little more pressure.

Within a year, be promoted to a saint?This is a very absurd idea!
"Holy Son, from now on, you can use all the resources in the Ziwei Holy Land, the massive spiritual stones, you can use them, and all the exercises, you can browse them!"

The saint stood up suddenly, and said solemnly: "In less than a month, the ancient battlefield will open. Before the ancient battlefield comes, you must first improve your strength again!"

"Yes." Qin Yang nodded.

"Let's not talk about being promoted to a saint within one year, no matter what, let you get through the crisis of the ancient battlefield first!"

The saint said: "Holy Master, take him to the treasure house and let him practice in the treasure house until the ancient battlefield opens."

Under the order of the sage, the Lord Ziwei took Qin Yang to the treasury, where there were endless and massive resources for Qin Yang to plunder and practice.

The spirit stones here are like a vast ocean, seemingly inexhaustible in a lifetime.

After Qin Yang is placed in the treasury, his realm will be improved quickly, and the most important thing is that his 28-week celestial constellation formula will be greatly improved!

Watching Qin Yang and Lord Ziwei leave, the sage Ziwei suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and said in a low voice helplessly: "One year...? I don't know if I can last for half a year."