Chapter 1790 Zhuo Yuanhang

Although he entered the Sword God Sect not long ago, he also knew that Zhuo Jianyi, the current master of the Sword God Sect, is a strong man in the realm of the gods, a top existence in the South Zhuoyu, and he has never heard of the name Zhuo Yuanhang.

Most importantly, if he was Zhuo Jianyi's father, how could Zhuo Jianyi imprison him here and use his sword soul to raise the sword?

This is simply outrageous behavior!

Any strong man would probably not treat his father like this, not to mention that his father is still the suzerain of the Sword God Sect, and sooner or later he will pass on the throne to him, why should he be like this?

"you are lying!"

Not only that, Zhuo Yuanhang suddenly roared at this moment: "You lied, you lied, this is impossible, this is impossible, how could you be the prince..."

The old man was crazy at the moment, looking at Muyun, talking to himself.

"Crazy crazy!"

Seeing the behavior of the old man, Mu Yun shook his head completely.

Originally, I thought that I would meet a sect boss who was hiding here in order to survive, but now it seems that I was blind.

This old man, no matter how you look at it, what a lunatic!

Mu Yun also ignored this person.

If this lunatic told him that he was the shepherd prince, he wouldn't believe it, so it was just a joke.

Muyun continued to fiddle with the six sacred monuments.

Now, among the six sacred monuments, only the one that summoned Grandpa and Great-Grandfather can be driven wholeheartedly by him, and he cannot parry the other four.

Therefore, it is too difficult to combine six sacred monuments to help him leave.

And although Biluo Huangquantu's defense is strong, but his strength is too low to resist the squeeze of those strong winds.

It's just that Muyun doesn't want to give up.

If the heart dies, then everything is over!

"try again!"

Mu Yun ignored the insane old man talking to himself, placed six sacred steles around him, looked around, and at this moment, the map of the blue sky rose directly from the ground.

At this moment, the map of the blue sky and the yellow spring is expanded, and the mountains, rivers, water flow, lightning and thunder are fully displayed.

"Blue Falling Yellow Spring Map!"

But at this moment, the old man roared.

This roar almost scared Mu Yun to death.

"What are you yelling about?"

Mu Yun looked at the old man, dissatisfied: "This is indeed Biluo..."

"wrong!"

But suddenly, Mu Yun's face turned cold.

He just told the old man about the six sacred monuments, but he didn't say that it was a picture of the blue sky and the yellow spring.

How did this old man know?

Mu Yun turned around suddenly, his gaze was like a torch, and he scanned the man in front of him.

"Who the hell are you? How do you know that this picture is the picture of Blue Falls and Yellow Springs!"

He held the Void Spirit Sword tightly in his hand, not daring to be careless.

"The Blue Falling Yellow Spring Map, I used to follow Mu Qingyu, the patriarch of the herdsmen, and I was fortunate enough to see the patriarch display this thing. It can be described as a peerless divine map, brat, who are you? Why is this map in your hands?"

The old man also looked indifferent at the moment.

The two are facing each other at this moment, there is a big disagreement, and it looks like they are fighting.

Mu Yun was a little puzzled at the moment.

What the old man just said... Patriarch?

Mu Yun frowned, and said, "Are you... a member of the Mu clan?"

"who are you?"

The old man asked again.

"It doesn't matter who I am. I thought you were crazy, but now it seems that's not the case. It's just that I was being mean and told too many secrets. It seems that I can't get rid of you!"

Mu Yun secretly hated himself for being careless.

Just now I thought the old man was a lunatic, and told the whole story of the holy monument, but now I realize that this old man is not that simple.

Once his identity is revealed, it will be an endless disaster.

Of the top ten ancient clans in the God Realm, apart from the shepherds, which ancient clan didn't want him to die?

"Except for me?"

The old man laughed loudly and said: "Boy, even if the deity is imprisoned here, with your little true god realm, it will be very difficult for you to get rid of me!"

"You are very confident!"

Mu Yun said again: "To tell you the truth, I am Mu Yun, and Mu Yun is me, the prince of the Mu clan. In this life, I will return to the Mu clan and kill all those who killed me in the past. None of the ancient clan can escape!"

"On this road, I will not make any mistakes, and it is impossible for the slightest leak!"

"Are you really the shepherd prince?"

The old man's fingers were trembling at this moment.

"That's right, it's me!"

"impossible!"

The old man raised his long hair, exposed his cheeks, and said, "If you are the shepherd prince, how could you not know who I am?"

"Who are you, fuck me!"

The Muyun Void Spirit Sword is already secretly accumulating power at this moment.

The old guy was right, even if he had been imprisoned here for thousands of years, it would be very difficult to kill him.

A divine monarch who comprehends the soul of the sword, how can he kill it?

However, he still wants to kill!

"Swing the sword!"

A sword was directly thrown out, and Mu Yun was too lazy to talk nonsense at the moment.

"stop!"

The old man let out a cry, and his whole body was shaken. In an instant, those divine swords of Guyuan artifact level all around him flew up one after another at this moment.

Shhhhhhh...

In an instant, Mu Yun's body was surrounded by no less than ten divine swords, and at this moment his body was firmly surrounded.

"Boy, do you still think that you can kill me?"

"Why not?"

Mu Yun snorted, and at this moment, the two sacred monuments behind him exploded.

"Meteor shower!"

"The earth explodes and the sky falls!"

In an instant, the herdsmen's secret skills inside the two sacred monuments were instantly deployed.

Boom boom boom...

In an instant, the whole world was filled with ear-piercing roars that spread.

At this moment, Mu Yun almost mobilized all the power in his body, and at this moment, he crashed away.

"Blood Guard, kill!"

The next moment, three hundred blood guards appeared directly, and all rushed towards the old man.

At the bottom of the cliff, there was a rumbling sound, the ground collapsed, and everything became trembling.

Mu Yun was out of breath, looking ahead cautiously.

At this moment, he can be said to have used all his strength.

If this can't kill the old thing, then it's really over.

"Ha ha……"

But the ashes were scattered, and a burst of laughter suddenly sounded.

Crazy laughter, at this moment, spread throughout the valley.

"Ruined!"

At this moment, Mu Yun's heart was completely chilled.

Meteor showers and earth explosions, at the peak of the true gods, can be said to be very powerful, but they can't kill this old thing at all. Now, it's completely over.

"Ha ha……"

At this moment, the old man was laughing at the size and wanton madness, looking at Mu Yun with excitement in his eyes.

bang bang...

Suddenly, the old man knelt down on his knees and looked at Mu Yun with wild reverence in his eyes.

"Subordinate, Xuan Tianshi, Zhuo Yuanhang, Captain of the Ninth Squad, Eighth Squad, see Your Highness the Crown Prince!"

Mu Yun was completely stunned by those words.

Xuan Tianshi?

Ninth Battalion!

Captain of Team Eight?

At this moment, Mu Yun was a little confused.

"Are you a Xuantian warrior?"

"That's right!"

Zhuo Yuanhang knocked his head three times, and said respectfully: "Your Highness, this subordinate was ignorant of Mount Tai before, offended His Highness, and looked at His Highness, please don't take offense!"

"Uh... that, you get up first!"

"yes!"

Zhuo Yuanhang, dressed in rags, looked at Muyun with ecstasy in his eyes.

That look was even more enthusiastic than when a soldier who had been in the army for three years returned home and saw his wife.

Mu Yun coughed and couldn't help but took a step back.

"Zhuo Yuanhang!"

"exist!"

"Uh, that, I didn't call you!" Mu Yun said awkwardly, "Why can't I remember..."

"His Royal Highness, don't mind." Zhuo Yuanhang comforted: "The patriarch once said that the prince is not dead, he will return, and when the prince returns, we Xuan Tianshi will shine with great brilliance!"

"And the patriarch also said that when the prince comes back, he may experience short-term memory loss. He can't remember me waiting. We can afford to wait!"

"Father really has everything under his control..."

Mu Yun looked at Zhuo Yuanhang, not sure.

"You didn't believe me just now, why do you believe me now?"

Hearing what Mu Yun said, Zhuo Yuanhang knew that Mu Yun didn't trust him.

"His Royal Highness!"

Zhuo Yuanhang pointed to the three hundred blood guards, and said, "Originally, I was skeptical when I saw His Royal Highness take out the holy stele, but I knew it when I saw the three hundred Bone Race warriors!"

"Back then, I was the bodyguard of the patriarch before he became the patriarch. I saw these bone warriors, and later learned that these are bone warriors. The patriarch can be said to regard these bone warriors as his own. life!"

"Now, there is only one possibility for it to appear in your hands, and that is what the patriarch gave you!"

"Who will the patriarch give? Apart from you, his son, I really can't think of anyone else!"

"It's also possible that someone else took it away?" Mu Yun said with a smile: "There are so many masters in the God Realm!"

"impossible!"

Zhuo Yuanhang shook his head and said: "In the God Realm, even if there are as many masters as clouds, none of the patriarchs of the nine ancient clans can match the patriarchs. The supernatural powers of the patriarchs are unmatched among the human races!"

Hearing this, Mu Yun was taken aback.

Unexpectedly, my father is so powerful!

"It's too hasty to confirm my identity like this?"

Mu Yun looked at Zhuo Yuanhang, and asked again: "Since you are the captain of the Ninth Brigade, let me ask you, do you know Ren Shaolong?"

"Shaolong? Where is he? Is he still alive?"

Zhuo Yuanhang suddenly excitedly said: "Back then, our ninth brigade of Xuantian scholars went out with His Highness the Crown Prince, but His Royal Highness was besieged by the ancestor gods of the nine races. We Xuantians fought desperately, but in the end... still failed to save His Highness the Crown Prince! "

Mentioning this, Zhuo Yuanhang burst into tears for a moment.

Mu Yun could feel it, it was out of deep self-blame!

"Nine big captains, dead or alive, eighty-one small captains, dead, wounded, defeated, Shaolong and I are both small captains of the ninth brigade, younger than me, when our two small teams were rushed San, I don't know, whether he is alive or dead all these years, the God Realm is vast and vast, and I don't even know where to find him!"

"Even our herdsman's secret world was breached by the nine ancient tribes, so I don't know where to go, where is my home!"

When Zhuo Yuanhang spoke deeply, he couldn't help crying in grief.

For the herd warriors living in the secret world, the secret world is their home.

But in the First World War, the world was turned upside down, the most powerful herdsman clan was captured by the nine clans, His Royal Highness the crown prince died, his home was destroyed, he became a floating leaf, and he had nowhere to find his home.

That kind of pain has haunted him for tens of thousands of years!

Patting Zhuo Yuanhang on the shoulder, Mu Yun comforted, "He's not dead!"