The Prince of Taiyin Covering the Sky

Chapter 316 Another Wind Clan Branch

"The emperor must have passed away. Not long after he left, I felt that the Tianxin imprint of this universe had become unowned. Although it is sad, life and death are inevitable. I will protect his homeland for the emperor. gone."

The voice of the dragon stele was very flat, but standing in front of the homeland of Emperor Fuxi, Si Xuan could still hear the great sadness deep in his words. It is difficult to define the relationship between the imperial weapon and the ancient emperor. Even father and son.

"My condolences." Si Xuan didn't know what to say, but said.

In fact, he also had a guess in his mind that the earth was a rare place to raise corpses in ancient times, and perhaps Emperor Fuxi buried himself in secret, hoping to form a seal of reincarnation in the future.

However, the cycle of the reincarnation seal of the emperor's corpse is really unpredictable. It took hundreds of thousands of years for Hengyu and Void Emperor, and Daode Tianzun has only succeeded since the age of mythology. There is no basic method to refer to.

"It's just because I haven't been back for a long time," the god of the dragon stele also raised his head and said, pointing in a certain direction, "there are blood descendants of the emperor in that direction. After all, I have a missing weapon, and the time to recover is limited. Please take care of me, little friend, and I will thank you when I wake up in a few days."

"The Wind Clan from another lineage? Well, I'll go and see for you." Si Xuanwei agreed without hesitation. With a wave of his hand, the dragon stele turned into the size of a brick and fell into his hand, and the figure of the god was also blurred.

The Great Emperor will definitely not have only one emperor's son, and these emperor's sons will certainly not have one or two children. By analogy, each heir of the Great Emperor will only need a few thousand years to form an extremely large family, spreading branches and leaves. , Countless descendants.

Just like the Ji Clan of Beidou is not the only descendant of Emperor Void, there are many similar situations, so it is not surprising that there are also branches of the Feng Clan on Earth.

Si Xuan led the Great Sage Zhu Yan through the dense forest beside Lei Ze, followed the guidance of the dragon stele, and stopped in front of a group of villas occupying a large area.

It is very strange that such a group of villas stands here, because this is not a suburb of a big city, but a vast land within the cover of a large formation, and mortals cannot enter at all.

"Tsk tsk, this villa can be considered gorgeous, and it seems that the Wind Clan of Honghuangxing is doing well." Si Xuan couldn't help joking as he looked at these small buildings that formed a large area.

"Well, it is rooted in a small dragon vein, and there is also a broken sage formation to guard the family. It is worthy of being a descendant of the emperor. Even if it is extremely destitute, a lean camel is bigger than a horse." Old Zhu Yan also nodded.

"Don't compare this place with the Big Dipper. It's hard to find such a dragon in such a world. Having such a small dragon is already a great fortune." Si Xuan shrugged and walked towards the villa area with old Zhu Yan.

The moment he stepped into the villa area, the missing saint circle was passively triggered, and thousands of gossip dao patterns emerged, turning into a cage to trap the two of them inside.

"Where did you come from, Fellow Daoist? Don't you know that this is the territory of the Feng family?"

Soon, a clear and majestic voice resounded from the depths of the villa area, and a golden light flashed, flying out of the cage.

Si Xuan narrowed his eyes slightly, and saw the figure clearly under the stream of light. It was a young woman who looked to be in her twenties, wearing a white suit, her eyes were very sharp, and her cultivation was in the realm of perfection.

"Oh, the smell of this bloodline is indeed the breath of Fuxi's descendants. It seems that there is no mistake." Si Xuan saw the golden light in the woman's hand. It was a golden ruler with eight trigrams looming on it. The magic weapon of the Holy Formation here.

"And like the Big Dipper branch, it is also the inheritor of the Great Emperor's Eight Diagrams Dao Blood." Old Zhu Yan nodded.

The two chatted very casually, basically ignoring the woman in the suit who was in the perfect state of four poles, and in fact they did. The difference in cultivation was so great that Si Xuan couldn't bear the look of this little girl.

"Who are you two? Report your identities, otherwise don't blame the junior for offending me!" The young woman in the white suit frowned. The attitude of Si Xuan and the others made her feel a little uneasy, and she couldn't help but grasp the secret treasure in her hand.

"Your Highness, I'm here to break through this formation."

Suddenly, the great sage Zhu Yan who was behind Si Xuan spoke, and he opened his mouth to spit out several holy flames, which turned into eight gossip runes in the air, arranged in a complicated order, and instantly blended into the missing holy formation , dimming its light.

"You! Why did you use my family's imperial law?" The woman in the white suit was startled by such a change. This is a saint's magic circle that has been passed down by their family for more than three thousand years. In such a world where monks in Sendai are rare World level, and now it was easily cracked by this old man.

She was certain in her heart that this red-haired old man who looked very fierce was definitely not from their Fuxi Feng Clan, the difference in blood was too great.

The young female cultivator secretly shattered a secret treasure that was close to her body. Immediately, a black light rose from the entire Fengzu's huge villas, and smashed down on Si Xuan and the two with gossip.

When the black light was about to rush in front of the two of them, Si Xuan stretched out a finger leisurely, fixed the light in the void, and turned it into a precious awl: "A perfect weapon of a saint has a solid foundation. !"

"What's the girl's name? Emperor Fuxi has practiced well, and he is almost turning into a dragon. He should be a first-line genius in this world." He threw the black treasure cone back to the woman in the suit, and asked with a smile.

The woman caught the holy cone in a daze, and stood there for a while, not knowing how to answer.

At this time, golden divine lights rushed out from the group of villas. A group of monks who also had the blood of the Feng clan held various secret treasures and surrounded Si Xuan and the two of them. The leader was a middle-aged man in Tang suit. Young people, cultivated in the second heaven of Hualong.

"Oh, here comes a supervisor," Si Xuan looked at the middle-aged man who was clearly much stronger, and said casually, "What's your name?"

The middle-aged man in Tang suit cupped his hands, looked at Si Xuan and Zhu Yan with fear in his eyes, and said, "I offended you, I am Feng De, and I am the head of the Feng family. This is the little girl Feng Hua. I don't know if you two are here, why?"

Si Xuan smiled and said, "I will recognize an ancestor for you, a real ancestor."

Before the people of the Feng clan could react, Si Xuan flipped his hand, and the half of the Fuxi dragon stele instantly turned into a height of more than one meter, and the blazing golden burst out, making all the people of the Feng clan feel a sense of blood trembling, and even many people He knelt down directly.

"This is... the Dragon Stele? Could it be the Tianbao of our clan's ancestor Fuxi?" The leader of the Feng Clan obviously knew a lot of things, and he recognized the origin of the Dragon Stele just by guessing. Going on, "The younger generation has poor eyesight and doesn't know the front of the ancestors. It's really offended."

"No, I'm not your ancestor, I'm just an errand runner." Si Xuan waved his hand lightly.

"Then you are also predestined to our Feng family, two seniors, please come and talk in the house." Feng De and a group of Feng clan members stepped aside and invited Si Xuan into a spacious villa area.

A moment later, the strongest of the contemporary Wind Clan also came, this is an old man with a skinny face, wearing very old clothes, and his aura is at the peak of the first layer of Xiantai, similar to Liu Yiyi.

Si Xuan nodded to him, and followed him to the tallest villa. Talking with him, he learned that the old man was named Feng Bai, who was born in the Tang Dynasty in ancient China and practiced for more than a thousand years. A rare half-step power.

"The inheritance of Mr. Feng's lineage can be regarded as complete. There are many holy artifacts, holy arrays, and imperial scriptures. They should be living well in this era." Si Xuan said to Feng Bai and Feng Hua behind him. The man laughed.

"Senior, you praise me, but future generations are incompetent, and the glory of the emperor is hard to show. It is just that the dignity of the emperor is barely preserved in this world of absolute spirits." Old man Feng Bai looked at the Fuxi dragon stele floating in the room, and bowed. Decent.

"It's not bad." Si Xuan observed the room full of twenty or so strong members of the Wind Clan. Except for Feng Bai, the weak ones were in the Dao Palace realm, and the strong ones were close to the completion of the Dragon Transformation. It can't be opened, but it is definitely a first-class standard on earth.

(End of this chapter)