Chapter 1341 Yuehua Palace Master

The mottled wheels seemed to have rolled over endless years, filled with the breath of ancient vicissitudes, and in the blink of an eye, they crossed the gate.

The driver said respectfully: "Palace Master, we're here."

"Yes." A clear and pleasant female voice came from the chariot.

A moment later, a young woman who was as beautiful as a fairy in a painting walked out.

She looked about 20 years old, with a slim figure of 1.75 meters, a waist like a willow, a pretty face like white jade, and especially a pair of snow-white and crystal long legs, like two sections of rare jade, reminding people of endless sinking.

The young woman looked up and saw that in the hall, on the seats, including the cushions behind the seats, there were statues sitting cross-legged. These statues were men, women, monks, or Taoists. Each of them was lifelike, as if they were alive, but they were sculptures. Although they exuded an extremely profound aura, they were still sculptures.

The woman waved her hand gently, and suddenly an infinite force swept over, as if three winters were warm and spring was coming, and as if peach blossoms were blooming, gently brushing over. All the statues seemed to be activated in an instant, and they opened their eyes one after another. In an instant, everyone looked at each other, touched their familiar cheeks, and said in horror: "We are alive again!"

"Yes, we are really alive!"

"What's going on? How did we fall asleep? Did the Palace Master save us?"

Many people looked at each other and looked at their fresh palms, which was hard to imagine.

On their palms, some have a white moon, some have a golden sun, and some have diamond-shaped stars. No matter what it is, there is a mysterious and immeasurable deep breath in it, ancient and sacred, as if they are gods from the distant past, inviolable and inviolable.

And the clothes on their bodies are not ordinary clothes. Each one is a golden Taoist robe, or a silver moon Taoist robe, rolling with a rich Taoist rhyme, mysterious and incomparable. A random wisp of Taoist rhyme is enough to shake the sky and the earth.

The woman is not wearing a Taoist robe, but a thin white gauze. Her white skin is faintly visible, just like the white palace wall, fascinating.

All the people here are supreme beings. Every one who walks out is earth-shaking and trampling the past, but a long time ago, they were sealed here, and no one could escape. They were all sealed as statues, and they would never be untied until a certain moment.

At that time, one person escaped. It was their palace master, named Yuehua Palace Master. The tragedy took place in the hall at that time, causing countless casualties in this powerful tribe, but no matter what, some people still escaped. The remaining living people were frozen into statues, and the dead were buried directly on the spot, or chopped into countless fragments, with miserable deaths.

And this Yuehua Palace Master, the origin is not trivial, he is the blood descendant of a top powerhouse in the origin world, and the name of that powerhouse is, the demon clan supreme!

The tragedy that year, in the final analysis, was caused by the Terminator.

When the catastrophe came that day, the Terminator came here and annihilated all the ancient powerful tribes, leaving no one behind - it was originally like this, but later because the key figures escaped, he only slaughtered some, and the others were all frozen into sculptures. Now, the palace master has returned. I don’t know what opportunity he has gained during this period. His strength has greatly increased, and he can unlock all these people and make them alive.

During her years of hiding, she had used a strand of her soul to replicate another self as another means of saving her life. Later, that strand of soul became a separate individual and practiced life-management.

"Palace Master, how did you successfully escape from the hands of the Human Race Supreme in that battle? We were so worried about you at that time. Why..." said a tribe member, with a panicked look on his face.

He was still immersed in the slaughter at that time and could not come back to his senses. At that time, the Human Race Supreme was so powerful as a terminator. With a casual blow, the sky almost collapsed and the earth split. It seemed that the entire Canghai Realm was about to be split in two. Even the stars in the sky exploded, the sun and the moon were shattered, and the sky was directly cracked into countless black holes under that terrifying sword. Endless strong winds flowed out. The aftermath alone killed countless people, but even in such a terrifying situation, the Palace Master actually escaped.