Chapter 1520 Are You Senior Qingniu?

The middle-aged Emperor Hongmeng was shocked and looked at the golden horn calf in disbelief.

Is it?

"You, you are Senior Qingniu?!" The Great Emperor Hongmeng murmured, his voice moved uncontrollably.

Senior Qingniu!

Listening to Emperor Hongmeng's name for the golden horn calf, Xiang Xun, whose legs were a little soft at first, stumbled and fell from the sky, but fortunately everyone reacted in time, and it was stable when it fell to the ground. Stay in shape.

The Golden Horn Maverick saw Xiang Xun and the others react, but he held his head high and said aggressively: "Hongmeng boy, I haven't seen you for hundreds of millions of years, I didn't expect your strength to improve greatly, your Hongmeng Parasitic Art is afraid to break through the first. Is it the eighth floor?"

After the Great Emperor Hongmeng confirmed the identity of the golden horn calf, his expression completely changed, and he was no longer as casual as before, and respectfully replied: "Yes, Senior Qingniu's eyes are like torches, and Jiang Hong indeed broke through to the eighth by luck thousands of years ago. Floor!"

Jiang Hong is the real name of Emperor Hongmeng.

Golden Horn Maverick's eyes lit up, and he said old-fashionedly: "Not bad, with your current strength, there are not many people in the heavens and the world that are your opponents."

Emperor Hongmeng quickly said: "Jiang Hong's strength, how dare he be praised by senior Qingniu." At this time, he finally understood why this black-haired young man had cultivated the Hongmeng Parasitic Art. Back then, senior Qingniu and his master Hongmeng Zhi Wang made a bet and won all the tricks of the Hongmeng Parasitic Art.

It's just that Senior Qingniu taught this Hongmeng Parasitic Art to this black-haired young man. I don't know what his relationship with Senior Qingniu is?

However, this black-haired young man actually possesses the Dark Supreme Godhead! It is no wonder that Senior Qingniu took a fancy to him.

Since the other party has successfully cultivated the Hongmeng Parasitic Art, then in a sense, it is his? !

Junior Brother!

"Boy Huang, what are you still doing there? Your senior brother is here, why don't you go up to meet your senior brother." At this time, the Golden Horn Maverick said to Huang Xiaolong.

Huang Xiaolong woke up from the fact that the middle-aged man in front of him was the Great Emperor Hongmeng.

"Senior brother." Huang Xiaolong stepped forward and called, somewhat restrained, after all, this person in front of him was the number one person in the realm of the gods who controlled the number one imperial palace in the realm of the gods.

Jiang Hong, the Great Emperor of Hongmeng, smiled and stepped forward to help Huang Xiaolong: "Junior brother, don't have to be more polite, I didn't expect that after hundreds of millions of years, a third person finally succeeded in cultivating the Hongmeng Parasitic Art. If Master knows, he must be very happy, very Happy." Speaking of this, Emperor Hongmeng moved in his heart.

He is really happy. He and his master, the King of Hongmeng, have been looking forward to a third person who can successfully cultivate the Hongmeng Parasitic Art, but this expectation is how many billions of years! How many millions of years, even he can't remember.

Now, someone finally succeeded in cultivation!

And he has a close relationship with Senior Qingniu.

"Senior Qingniu, I don't know who my junior brother and you are?" Hongmeng Emperor Jiang Hong couldn't help asking the Golden Horn Maverick. He was very curious about the relationship between Huang Xiaolong and the Golden Horn Maverick.

"He's my master." The Golden Horn Maverick didn't hide it, he said sullenly.

"Lord, master?!" When Emperor Hongmeng heard this, he was dumbfounded, stunned, and then looked at Huang Xiaolong with a strange look.

Is his new junior brother, the master of Senior Qingniu?

This, this, this, this? !

"I said Hongmeng boy, there is nothing to be surprised about.

"The Golden Horn Maverick said angrily: "Ben Niu Zu had an accident back then, so he was reincarnated and rebuilt. He was accidentally beaten by this kid, and he was subdued by the method of blood pact. He is your junior brother, whatever you want to call him. how to call it. "

The Great Emperor Hongmeng was startled, then looked at Huang Xiaolong with a complex mood, speechless, this junior brother was lucky too.

He understands how amazing the identity of Senior Qingniu is.

There are not many people in the heavens and the world who can sit on an equal footing with his master, the King of Hongmeng, and this senior Qingniu is one of them.

"Hongmeng boy, how has your master been in recent years?" At this time, the Golden Horn Maverick asked.

Jiang Hong, the Great Emperor of Hongmeng, replied respectfully, "Senior Qingniu is concerned. Master, he has been retreating and attacking the tenth floor of the Hongmeng Parasitic Art in recent years. It is difficult for me to see his old man." Speaking of this, his tone changed: " However, if the master knows that the younger brother has successfully cultivated the Hongmeng Parasitic Art, he will definitely be happy to go out to see the younger brother."

However, the Golden Horn Maverick said: "The old Hongmeng has not given up after so many years? How can it be so easy to break through the tenth floor of the Hongmeng Parasitic Art, otherwise he would not have been stuck at the peak of the ninth floor for so many billion years."

When Emperor Hongmeng heard the words, he smiled bitterly.

If someone else said that, he would have wiped out the other party long ago.

However, he also knew that what the Golden Horn Maverick said was true, the tenth layer of the Hongmeng Parasitic Art was too difficult to break through.

Just like him, he was lucky enough to break through the eighth floor thousands of years ago because of the great opportunity of heaven.

"However, it is difficult for your master to break through the tenth floor, but Huang Xiaozi, it should be possible." The Golden Horn Maverick pointed at Huang Xiaolong.

Jiang Hong, the Great Emperor of Hongmeng, was stunned, this junior brother can cultivate to the tenth floor of the Hongmeng Parasitic Art in the future? He wondered if he had heard it wrong, this Hongmeng Parasitic Art was created by his master, and even his master could not break through, so this junior brother could?

The Golden Horn Maverick didn't get angry when he saw Hongmeng Emperor Jiang Hong's suspicious look, but said, "Do you know how long it took for Huang Xiaozi to successfully cultivate the first level of the Hongmeng Parasitic Art?"

Emperor Hongmeng was stunned. His master, the King of Hongmeng, successfully cultivated the first level. It took more than a thousand years. Hearing this senior Qingniu mean that this junior brother spent less time than his master?

"Senior Qingniu, do you mean that it took only a few hundred years for junior and junior brother to successfully cultivate the first level of the Hongmeng Parasitic Art?" The Great Emperor Hongmeng couldn't help asking.

Hundreds of years? how can that be.

The Golden Horn Maverick smiled: "Hundreds of years? You look down on your junior brother too much. It took less than a hundred years for Huang Xiaozi to successfully cultivate to the first level."

"What? Less than a hundred years!" The Great Emperor Hongmeng was shocked. Although he knew that he would not joke about this as a golden horn calf, he still couldn't believe it.

He looked at Huang Xiaolong and wanted to get confirmation from Huang Xiaolong.

Huang Xiaolong nodded in embarrassment.

After being confirmed by Huang Xiaolong, the Great Emperor Hongmeng was even more shocked, and then his heart moved abnormally. He understood what this meant better than others.

"Actually, it took less than fifty years for him to successfully cultivate to the first level." The Golden Horn Maverick said again.

Less than fifty years!

Emperor Hongmeng's eyes widened even more.

At this time, the Golden Horn Maverick continued: "He is the second-tier peak now, how long do you think it took?"

"Could it be that it only took ten thousand years?" Emperor Hongmeng was short of breath.

The golden horn calf shook his head: "It's only a few hundred years, to be precise, less than three hundred years!"

Less than three hundred years! Emperor Hongmeng's mind banged loudly, and he was completely stunned. 〖To be continued〗