Chapter 625 Huangquan City (Arrival)

This is another existence whose strength is difficult to estimate. At least it is certain that, like Yu Zu, it has surpassed Da Hua Zai Tian.

Wang Xuan observed the time and space he was in at the moment. There was white light all around. In this white light, he smelled a sacred breath, which was similar to the breath of the white light curtain that had descended before to separate him and Yu Zu.

"Sacred breath, could it be..." Wang Xuan thought of an existence, but he was not sure for a moment.

Being able to save himself and Xuan Niao from Yu Zu, such an existence would definitely not be much inferior to Yu Zu.

"Are you... sacred?" Wang Xuan finally spoke after hesitating.

Among the ten first-generation gods, Green Dragon and Red Ghost are only at the peak of Da Hua Tian, ​​and Nine Phoenix can reach Da Hua Zai Tian, ​​but they are far from being able to match Yu Zu.

Among the ten first-generation gods, only the first three first-generation gods can be compared with Yu Zu.

In addition, Wang Xuan felt a sacred breath, and thought of the second-ranked sacred.

"Yes..."

In this white light full of sacred majesty, there was a consciousness fluctuation, responding to him.

The black bird had already fallen down in shock. Facing the legendary god, it was shocked and didn't even dare to raise its head.

Wang Xuan stared at the place where the consciousness fluctuations came from. As the white light gradually gathered there, he finally saw clearly that there was a tall figure sitting cross-legged there, emitting waves of sacred light all over his body. Judging from his face, he was a very handsome middle-aged man.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Wang Xuan would find it hard to believe that this handsome middle-aged man was the god among the ten first-generation gods.

According to legend, nine of the ten first-generation gods have fallen, and only the god is still alive.

"Did you save me just now?" Facing this legendary first-generation god, Wang Xuan didn't dare to be rude and asked cautiously.

The handsome middle-aged man nodded and said, "With the appearance of the ancestor of the prison, the hell army will inevitably provoke a war again. This war is inevitable. You are the son of the mother goddess and have the responsibility to protect the mother goddess."

Before, Wang Xuan only guessed that the black shadow was the ancestor of the prison. Now through the mouth of the handsome middle-aged man, he can be sure that the black shadow is really the legendary ancestor of the prison.

"Guard the Mother Goddess?" Wang Xuan was slightly startled.

"Yes... We are all sons of the Mother Goddess, and it is our duty to protect the Mother Goddess." The handsome middle-aged man shot out two rays of light from his eyes, staring at Wang Xuan, and said: "You are the last child of the Mother Goddess. Your appearance is not accidental, but has important significance..."

Wang Xuan frowned slightly and said: "It is said that in the past, the ancestor of the prison once betrayed the Mother Goddess with half of the guardians and law enforcers, and finally failed and fell into hell, becoming the ancestor of hell... Is this legend true?"

The handsome middle-aged man nodded and said: "Yes, they failed last time, and this time, they will fail as well..."

He just stopped here and looked up slightly, but saw that the space and time covered by white light suddenly became dark above, followed by rolling darkness, pressing down.

"I didn't expect that you could catch up with this." The handsome middle-aged man sighed slightly.

Wang Xuan watched as a black figure appeared in the darkness above him. The black figure descended, and Wang Xuan quickly saw that the black figure was formed by countless black gears, with twelve black wings growing from its back. It was pitch black, and looked like a twelve-winged dark fallen angel.

"Lord God, I didn't expect you to be alive. No wonder you can find my location." The handsome middle-aged man spoke, with a hint of sigh in his tone: "Among the guardians who betrayed back then, I thought you were the least likely to betray, but I really didn't expect... I misjudged you."

The twelve-winged dark angel known as the Lord God spoke, his voice was a little low, and he said slowly: "Holy, you are ranked second among the ten sons of the Mother God, and I am also ranked second among the ten guardians. One of us is the Lord God and the other is Holy. You say... between the two of us, in a fair fight, who is stronger?"

The handsome middle-aged man suddenly smiled faintly and said: "What do you think? We are the sons of the Mother God, and you... are just created by the Mother God... No matter how strong you are, you only exist to protect us. Without us, you don't even have the meaning of existence."

After listening to the handsome middle-aged man, the twelve black wings behind the Lord God were swaying slightly. It seemed calm, but Wang Xuan could sense that the Lord God's inner fluctuations were very intense.

"Because you sons of the Mother God all have such thoughts... that's why we betrayed."

"Holy, do you really think you are nobler than me?" The Lord God suddenly made a terrible sound, and the twelve black wings behind him spread out together, and this piece of time and space was suddenly submerged in darkness.

The handsome middle-aged man said nothing, but raised his hands in the air, and the white sacred light was released from his body, and the two lights, one black and one white, intertwined and confronted each other in mid-air.

One ranked second among the ten guardians, and the other ranked second among the ten first-generation gods. Now they started fighting, and it seemed to be a simple confrontation between black and white light, but Wang Xuan observed carefully and found that the so-called black and white light was actually composed of countless tiny black and white gears.

These gears were so tiny and subtle that they were difficult to observe even with the naked eye.

Wang Xuan's consciousness captured and sensed this scene, and a kind of shock rose in his heart.

They actually control such tiny gears, or in other words, they are originally composed of such tiny gears. Their confrontation is the confrontation between these two gears with different colors.

Although these gears are so tiny that they are difficult to see with the naked eye, in this confrontation, from a microscopic perspective, this is an unimaginably grand war.

In order to destroy the opponent's gears, since these gears fight alone and die together, they will also join forces with each other to defeat the few with more, and kill one of the opponent's gears first with numerical advantage.

Such a war can be considered to be of a grand scale, but from a macro perspective, it is just a confrontation between two different colors of divine light, a confrontation between the combat power of the Divine Lord and the Divine.

In a short period of time, both sides have not exhausted their full strength and are testing the depths.

Finally, the black light gradually became more intense, indicating that the God Lord began to use his true power.

The Holy Spirit was not to be outdone, and the white light became more intense.

Wang Xuan and Xuanniao were protected by the sacred light. Wang Xuan witnessed the confrontation between the two sides and understood that his current strength was not enough to fight them.

"It seems that apart from the leader of the prison lord, the second-ranked divine lord among the guardians is equally terrifying, and can actually be on par with the divine."

Wang Xuan saw this and was secretly shocked. The five betrayed guardians were each stronger than the last. The divine master who caught up could already fight against the divine. What if a more powerful prison ancestor came? Isn't it unstoppable?

Just as this thought came to his mind, suddenly the time and space around him and Xuanniao fluctuated, and the sacred voice sounded in his mind again.

"I know that your destination is Biluo Huangquan, so I will send you there. This Biluo Huangquan is a place that even hell is afraid of. Please be careful when entering Biluo Huangquan."

Following this sound, the space-time fluctuations around Wang Xuan and Xuanniao suddenly became violent, and then he and Xuanniao were swallowed up by the space-time fluctuations.

Wang Xuanneng felt that time and space were passing by. It was conceivable that the sacred general and his black bird were sent into a time and space similar to a wormhole, where space jumps could be made, and unimaginable time and space could be crossed in an instant.

When the surrounding time and space fluctuations disappeared, Wang Xuan saw a white exit. When he and Xuanniao passed through the white exit, the surrounding time and space fluctuations disappeared, and they appeared in a normal time and space.

At this moment, he could no longer see the confrontation between the Divine and the Divine Lord, nor could he see the boundless dark hell, but a piece of green grass.

Looking at the green grass, then looking up, he saw the dark and lightless sky. Could it be said that the dark and lightless sky was the dark hell, and this endless green grassland was the blue-falling underworld he wanted to come to?

"Yes...here...is...Biluo...Yellow Spring..."

As if sensing Wang Xuan's thoughts, a sacred voice suddenly sounded in his mind again.

It's just that this time the sound became extremely subtle and intermittent. It seemed that the Holy Spirit was far away from him in time and space. When it sent the sound over again, even if it was as powerful as the Holy Spirit, it could not maintain the stability of the sound transmitted, so it became intermittent.

Hearing the sacred voice, Wang Xuan was shocked by the power of the sacred and these heaven-reaching methods, and he was even more excited because he arrived at Biluo Huangquan.

Ever since he learned about Biluo Huangquan, Wang Xuan has been dreaming of entering it. He had a hunch that in Biluo Huangquan, he might really be able to find the true bodies of Warcraft and Huangquan.

After seeing the strength of the Prison Ancestor, the Holy One, and the Divine Lord, Wang Xuan became more and more eager to obtain the true remains of these two beasts. He wanted to refine them as soon as possible to improve himself. He wanted to become stronger.

"They have all surpassed Dahua in the Sky. No, they should be more powerful than this... I refined the energy of the space worm, and my divinity broke through into Dahua in the Sky, but the energy in my body is probably even greater than that of Dahua in the Sky." The peak of the sky is not as good as mine, but if you encounter them, you can be crushed."

Wang Xuan believes that no one in Dahua is his opponent in the sky, and his strength even surpasses Dahua in the sky. "Unfortunately... no matter whether it is the Prison Ancestor, the Holy One or the God Lord, it is not as simple as surpassing Dahua in the sky. I We must find the true remains of Huang Quan and Warcraft before we can fight against them."

Wang Xuan glanced at the green grassland around him. According to what the Holy One said, this blue underworld was very dangerous. Not even the Dark Legion of Hell would enter casually. Now that he was sent in by the Holy One, were the true remains of the Underworld and the World of Warcraft there? this world?

Wang Xuan sat down cross-legged and closed his eyes. The power of the underworld and the magical beast in his body was activated, and two phantoms appeared around him, looming.

Wang Xuan closed his eyes and began to concentrate on sensing the aura of underworld and monsters, hoping to find something.

Wang Xuan's current sense of consciousness has a very wide range. With this induction, he immediately captured a faint aura belonging to Huang Quan.

This made Wang Xuan immediately excited.

Unexpectedly, just after entering Biluo Huangquan, he actually felt the aura of Huangquan.

If there is a breath of Huang Quan, there is no doubt that it must be Huang Quan's true body.

"That direction." Wang Xuan's eyes shot out two divine lights. With a thought, he moved an unknown distance in an instant and arrived at the time and space remembered by his thought.

Below is still the endless green grass, and above is the same pitch-black sky, and the aura of the underworld that Wang Xuan can sense has become very close.

"Yellow Spring...city?"