Chapter 1187: Go to One of the Holy Places of the Human Race

This is news that is enough to shock the entire fairy world. There are eight transcendent beings in heaven and earth. They have been in the world forever since the ancient Nine Emperors era and are invincible in the world.

This is a group of powerful beings who control life and death and the immortality of all realms. Some people will question the life and death of the Nine Emperors, but no one will doubt that the eight transcendent beings will also perish.

Do they represent the strongest and eternity? In the whole world, except for the Nine Emperors, who else can kill them? This is impossible!

But now, as the founder of the Daye Immortal Sect and the pioneer of the Immortal Way, Hongmeng Sanren has unexpectedly fallen!

But what the Golden Holy God said can still be false? Moreover, the Hongmeng Sanren just now had already acquiesced.

The transcendent one has really fallen!

"The detachment has fallen, this is impossible..."

Lord Taixu stared blankly at the starry sky. Even if he could argue with the Transcendent before, he lost all his strength and collapsed completely.

The fall of Hongmeng Sanren was like the collapse of his lifelong faith, and even his flawless state of mind could not bear it.

"No, no... Grandmaster, he also fell down..." The monks belonging to the Daye Immortal Sect fell to the ground as if they had lost their souls at this moment.

"Oh, I didn't expect that even those who are as strong as transcendence will fall one day. Isn't there true eternity in this world?"

"I can't believe that there is any power in the world that can put the transcendent people to death. The only ones who can make them fall are the powerful ones of the same level."

The Holy Master of the Taoist Sect felt sad and inexplicably sad.

"Donors be careful!"

The Holy Master of Buddhism quickly reminded him from the side and lowered his voice: "Those kinds of existences are not something we can speculate on. It doesn't matter what is right or wrong. The facts are already in front of us."

"It's a pity, it's a pity..." The Supreme Intention Master of the God Clan also sighed several times. Immediately, he suddenly changed his face, looked up to the sky and smiled, saying: "It's a pity that he died too late, otherwise it would be a great blessing in the world!"

In comparison.

After the monks from the Golden Saint Clan and God Clan were shocked, they were ecstatic and felt that they had never felt so comfortable. Including other races that have nothing to do with the human race, there was also a burst of joy in their hearts.

The fall of the Hongmeng Sanren, wouldn't it mean that the influence of the Daye Immortal Sect has plummeted, once falling from the top human race holy land to the same level as other top sects.

The Daye Immortal Sect has occupied the position of Holy Land for too long, and some people have long wanted to pull them down, especially those sects that think they have enough foundation and have been suffering from the lack of transcendent guardians!

The most important thing is that when the Golden Holy God personally announces this news, the Daye Immortal Sect, which has lost the protection of the transcendent, will probably be looked at by many jackals, tigers and leopards.

When we lose our respect for the Holy Land...

Daye Xianzong will be in a worrying situation in the future!

From the beginning to the end, Lin Lang stood quietly, his expression calm, but his heart was full of unwillingness, and moreover, he was still shrouded in endless sadness.

Hongmeng Sanren, this sage of the human race whom Lin Lang had never really seen from beginning to end, gave Lin Lang all his life's accumulation without reservation.

What is flowing in his body now is the Dao blood of Hongmeng Sanren!

It is not him who is immortal, but the godhead of Hongmeng Sanren!

Including his cultivation, without the Jiuxiao Immortal Code, he would not be where he is today!

Compared to the sages of the human race, Lin Lang was more willing to regard him as a respected elder. He was without resentment, selfless, and wholeheartedly cultivated him as the hope of the Daye Immortal Sect.

"He never taught me or said a word to me, but he truly gave me everything he had."

Lin Lang's expression remained unchanged, but tears were already dripping down his cheeks.

Snap!

Snap!

It's touching, but also remorseful.

Hongmeng Sanren gave everything to Lin Lang, and even in the end, Daye Xianzong even asked him for the last ray of Hongmeng Sanren's consciousness in the world.

But he...is powerless to do anything about it!

"I'm sorry, it was my incompetence that made you disappointed." Lin Lang unknowingly burst into tears. No matter how strong a man is, it is impossible to control his tear ducts in this situation.

"Don't blame yourself too much. You've done a good job." Chen Miaoxuan stepped forward and gently held Lin Lang's hand: "It's not your problem, it's time."

Jiang Xinyue also walked up to him, seeming to feel the endless sadness in Lin Lang's body. She comforted him softly, but to no avail.

This kind of thing can only be calmed down by Lin Lang himself.

After a long time, with the comfort of the two girls, Lin Lang finally calmed down and let out a long sigh: "No matter how incompetent I am, I will spend the next half of my life uncovering the real culprit who killed Hongmeng Sanren."

"The first thing is to take you out of here safely. I don't want more people to die because of me."

While saying these words, a wisp of white mist floated out of the statue launched by Daye Xianzong and disappeared silently into Lin Lang's body.

Lin Lang suddenly raised his head, his blood boiling all over his body, and countless waves of Dao were vaguely emitting from his body. They were the Dao that had already existed in Lin Lang's body before he was enlightened.

Every drop of the Dao blood left to him by Hongmeng Sanren contained his lifelong insights. Every drop of blood represented a kind of great path. Even if Lin Lang lost his limbs many times and was reborn, it never dissipated. In the past, they were sealed. of.

After the statue squeezed out the last bit of power to help Lin Lang dissolve the Dao blood in his body, it suddenly turned into powder.

This is the most precious thing Hongmeng Sanren left to him

A gift!

"Time! Time! If I have enough time to improve my cultivation, I can definitely do it!" Lin Lang clenched his fists.

What he needs most now is time. Even if he has half the cultivation time of other transcendents, it is enough to reach the level of fighting against transcendents.

As if sensing Lin Lang's determination, Wu Daozi on the side also put his palm on Lin Lang's shoulder and said, "You are so fussy, like a woman. Put away the reincarnation tablet, I am here to protect you and leave safely."

"You..."

Lin Lang raised his head and looked at the simple and plain middle-aged Taoist beside him, opening his mouth to speak.

Wu Daozi knew what he was going to say, and smiled, "I am not like you who can't weigh my own weight. Until today when I met the Golden Saint, I finally realized one thing."

"What is it?"

Lin Lang asked subconsciously.

"The Transcendent is just like that." Wudaozi laughed loudly: "I have no relationship with you, so I naturally cannot die for you. Tens of millions of years ago, I was no match for Hades."

Speaking of this, Wudaozi also showed a cold and strange smile at the corner of his mouth: "The power of Wudao is too much for Transcendents."

Lin Lang also suddenly realized that Wudaozi beside him was a fierce man who had fought with Transcendents in the past, but he didn't know which Transcendent Wudaozi was fighting against before.

Hades!

The messenger of the underworld, the end of the six reincarnations, the ruler of the underworld!

According to Lin Lang's guess, even among the eight Transcendents, Hades is likely to be one of the strongest. Wudaozi fought with Hades in the past and was able to retreat unscathed, which shows the latter's strength.

With the power of Wudao, maybe Wudaozi will be able to escape if he encounters the Golden Saint.

Outer sky

The battle between the Golden Holy Spirit and the incarnation of Hongmeng Sanren also came to an end. The Golden Holy Spirit floated down from the sky, and a cold voice came first.

"From today on, one of the holy lands of the human race will be gone!"