Listen to the old man.

Everyone's expression was stern.

A Martial Emperor asked them for help personally. What an honor it was?

"Senior Shang Zuo, please tell me. As long as it is something we can do, we will never refuse!" Qian Junliang said seriously.

This is an opportunity to improve the favorability of a Martial Emperor. It cannot be missed.

Before coming here, he had never thought that there would be a living Martial Emperor in this secret realm of the ruins!

If he knew, no matter what, he would not call Zhao Yu and others to help. Instead, he would report directly to the family and let his father, who had not seen him for more than ten years, come directly.

"In fact, in that battle, Brother Jinglong...did not die!"

"What?!" Everyone was shocked.

Among them, the woman from the Ten Directions Alliance secretly glanced at Zhao Yu. Now everyone knew that Zhao Yu was a member of the Zhao family.

Zhao Jinglong was still alive, so would Zhao Yu save him?

After all, the other party was also the ancestor of the Zhao family.

"You'll know after you see it."

Shang Zuo's hands were filled with spiritual energy, and he began to make seals. Runes the size of a palm were condensed by his spiritual energy.

He made seals very quickly. In less than a few breaths, 360 runes had been condensed. Obviously, Shang Zuo no longer needed the assistance of things like formation flags.

The spiritual energy between Shang Zuo's hands surged again, turning into an aurora that fell into the formation. Then, the formation engraved in the center of the room was activated instantly.

The formation was covered with fog, and the scene inside could not be seen clearly.

Outside the formation, golden spiritual energy surrounded the shape of a hexagram, with restrained light and spiritual mist rolling and rising.

"Disperse." Shang Zuo shouted softly.

The fog dissipated, and suddenly an old man tied up with layers of iron chains appeared in front of everyone.

His existence was like a ray of light penetrating the darkness.

The old man was slightly thin, but he exuded a deep light attribute power. His white hair shone like silver threads, and it was even more dazzling against the light of the formation.

Unlike what everyone guessed, this senior Jinglong had clear and bright eyes, revealing a wisdom beyond the world, as if he could see through all the fog and secrets.

"Shang Zuo, long time no see."

The old man was dressed in a white robe, clean as snow, exuding a sacred and solemn atmosphere. The white robe was embroidered with complex runes and light, which seemed to be a response to the power of light, making people feel a sense of holiness.

For a moment, Qian Junliang and others present had flashing eyes, thinking of the archbishop of the Eagle Country Holy Church.

At this time, the old man looked very similar to the other party.

However, the difference was also obvious, that is, the light aura on the old man was quite strange, as if it was different from his natural constitution, and it was a creation that was forcibly covered by the day after tomorrow.

The old man was holding a cane with a sparkling gem on the top, but the gem was full of blood.

A refreshing and holy bloody smell.

It can be seen that although it is a gem condensed from endless killing, it does not have any murderous or evil feeling, but only holiness and purity.

"Brother Jinglong, it is my responsibility to make you look like this." Shang Zuo looked sad, and then his eyes became firm, "Today, let me free you." He looked at Zhao Yu and others, "I believe you have also seen that his situation is irreversible and has been completely eroded by the power of light." "The reason why I opened the secret realm and deployed the formation soldiers and puppets is to select young geniuses to come." "After sealing Brother Jinglong here, our strength declined together. Later, I saw through life and realized the new formation." "Every life has a special vitality when it is born. After the age of 20, this vitality will disappear. The more talented the person is, the stronger the vitality in his heart." "The so-called youthful vigor refers to this vitality." "And we have been Old people, in their twilight years, will have a sense of decadence, which can be described as lifeless. Even a martial emperor who seems to be in excellent condition cannot escape the passage of time. "

"My formation can gather the vitality of each of you, forming an alternative attack, stimulating the decadence in his body, and completely freeing Jinglong."

"Otherwise, once he escapes, with the remaining light power in his body, I am afraid that those who come into contact with him will suffer a great disaster and force them to believe in him, the self-proclaimed God of Light."

"After the matter is accomplished, my inheritance can be passed on to you. Although I can still talk to you now, in fact, I don't have much life left. Even if you don't come, I can't hold on for a few years."

"Let me leave with Brother Jinglong."

"The path of cultivation, the path to becoming a god, in the end, is still just a dream.. "

Under Shang Zuo's gaze, everyone finally agreed.

Even Zhao Yu did not object.

He carefully looked at the ancestor of the Zhao family. To be honest, Zhao Yu had never seen him. He had not even seen his own ancestor in the martial emperor realm. How could he have seen an older existence?

Zhao Yu's face was very calm. If he was really eroded by other forces, he could not be saved. He would kill him. He did not feel guilty about killing his ancestor. After all, he had traveled through time.

But...

Zhao Yu's eyes fell on a twisted nameplate under the feet of the ancestor.

It was an identity nameplate with three words written on it - Zhao Xinghuai.

This was obviously not the identity nameplate of his ancestor.

The three emperors traveled with a spaceship and also took a lot of people.

However, these three words made Zhao Yu feel familiar.

Everyone walked into the formation according to three directions. There was another reason why they agreed to Shang Zuo.

The other party was really The power has fallen to the Yuanhai realm, and the breath on the soul cannot be faked. This is the result of Xiang Zuo's use of the formation. His own state is obviously worse.

Moreover, if Shang Zuo still has a stronger power, they have no chance to resist.

Take one step at a time.

If the other party really came with malicious intent, a Martial Emperor calculated them to this extent, then they would accept it.

Layers of golden mist covered everyone's body.

Everyone held a formation flag in their hands.

Fortunately, everyone was relieved. This was not the kind of formation flag of the mandatory formation. The formation restrictions were relatively loose. Even the main formation person could not arbitrarily control the formation flag to make them backfire.

Zhao Yu emptied his mind and let the golden mist fall on the formation flag in his hand.

Suddenly, Zhao Yu's eyes flickered.

This so-called vitality is different from the power of luck he thought, but they have the same goal.

Just when Zhao Yu was thinking, Zhao Jinglong, who had not changed after greeting him before, suddenly looked in Zhao Yu's direction!

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