I, Who Created The Fantasy World, Became The Supreme Villain

039: The founder of Taiyan Holy Land! What does the young master command the old slave?

Soon, the ink master discovered that this was not his illusion, but a fact.

Under the shocking gazes of all the creatures in the ancient continent, the phantom of the old man in blue shirt standing above the Nine Heavens gradually shrunk, and finally descended on the Taiyan Holy Land with the shocked expressions of Zhao Gou and Master Mo.

“Gudong~”

Zhao Gou swallowed his saliva. Although he is the suzerain of Taiji Sect, he can be regarded as a figure in the Northern Territory, but looking at the ancient continent, he can only be regarded as an ordinary powerhouse. I have never seen it before, and I have never seen the mighty power of a God King Realm expert.

Incarnate as the bright sun, illuminating the world.

This kind of scene that only exists in the ancient myths and legends, Zhao Gou never thought that one day it would become a reality.

“Ancestor!”

Qin Haotian looked at the phantom in the blue shirt in front of him, with an excited look in his eyes, and knelt down on the spot.

As the suzerain of the Taiyan Holy Land, he has naturally seen countless portraits of the patriarch.

And the old man in the blue shirt in front of him is exactly the same as the portrait of his ancestor who has bowed to him countless times.

“The founder of the Taiyan Holy Land?”

Lord Mo was shocked. Such a big thing happened in Taiyan Holy Land this time. When he was looking for the information of Wuxuan Saint Son, he also learned about Taiyan Holy Land by the way.

Taiyan Holy Land, looking at the entire ancient continent, although it seems to be not well-known, but in fact it has a full 100,000 years of inheritance, which is older than the inheritance of many ancient families.

And the founder of Taiyan Holy Land, Leng Aofeng, was an amazing and brilliant figure who once lived through an era and beheaded three godless people.

However, it was also because Leng Aofeng was too amazing and talented, and he offended many forces during his lifetime. When he was there, no one dared to move Taiyanzong. The Taiyan Holy Land led to the decline of the entire Taiyan Holy Land in a short period of time, migrating from Zhongzhou to the Northern Territory, far from the center of the world, and became a second-rate sect.

But now, 100,000 years have passed, and the Leng Aofeng who has been in the first place has not died. Instead, he has returned from the ancient road of the starry sky. Combined with the previous visions, Leng Aofeng’s strength may far exceed him. imagination.

Leng Ao didn’t take a second look at his disciples and grandson’s kneeling.

It’s not that he is cold-blooded and ruthless, but that he truly understands how noble the young master’s identity is. He is just an old slave by the young master’s side. He can handle his private affairs after he is free. The most important thing at present is to obey all the instructions of the young master.

Leng Aofeng bowed respectfully towards Ji Wuxuan and asked slowly.

“Young master, may I ask you to order this old slave?”

“Old… old slave???”

Looking at Leng Aofeng’s respectful appearance, and then hearing the other’s old slave claim, Zhao Gou, Master Mo, and the rest of the headmasters were completely stunned by these words.

In their limited vision, they have always known that Ji Wuxuan is very noble, probably from a powerful family in the ancient road of the stars, and can completely overlook their existence.

But until this moment, when the supreme powerhouse, who was completely beyond their imagination, called himself an old slave in front of Ji Wuxuan.

Only then did they realize how ridiculous their original guess was?

It turned out that Ji Wuxuan had never looked down on them, he and others, from beginning to end, if it wasn’t for special reasons, maybe he didn’t even have the qualifications to enter the other party’s line of sight.

“Leng Lao, these bloodlines will be wiped out within ten generations.”

Ji Wuxuan took out a vial of warm jade from his arms and threw it towards Leng Lao.

Inside this warm jade vial is the blood that Ji Wuxuan collected from the candidates for the Son of God.

“Big… lord!”

Lord Mo now fully understands what Ji Wuxuan said about the meeting ceremony, although there are some secret struggles between the Temple of the God of War and several ancient families, it is not so harmonious.

But at this moment, hearing Ji Wuxuan’s casual tone, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of sadness in his heart.

However, before he could say his pleas, he felt stiff all over, his whole body seemed to be stared at by some ancient beast, and he couldn’t help shaking.

“Leng Lao, don’t scare him!”

Ji Wuxuan looked at the horror on Master Mo’s face, waved his hand, and said slowly.

“Follow your orders, young master!”

Leng Lao heard the sound and covered his breath, but his eyes were still fixed on the ink master, the over-the-top ants.

Without entering the ancient road of the starry sky, these people will never understand what a noble existence the young master is.

That is the future emperor in the starry sky, destined to dominate the existence of the starry sky ancient road.

In the face of such an existence, the ink master can explain to the other party that it is a blessing that has been cultivated in several lifetimes, and he still wants to ask for it.

“All right!”

“Leng Lao, go and complete my task, let our lovely palace master understand some truths.”

When Ji Wuxuan said this, although his demeanor was elegant and his temperament was still like an exiled immortal, Lord Yingmo only felt that he was terrifying like a demon.

“Old slave obey!”

Leng Lao slowly retracted his gaze from the ink master, and opened the jade bottle given by Wuxuan Shengzi. *