Chapter 4973 (1/2)

However, with the recovery of the universe, the ruins of the universe have already become the holy land of cultivation. The conditions of cultivation are many times better than before, and the speed of cultivation of practitioners is many times faster than before.

It's only about ten thousand years ago, among the elves, there have been several God emperors and hundreds of God kings.

This is unimaginable before. Ten thousand years is just a blink of an eye for the existence of the divine realm.

The existence of the divine realm, any closed door, is more than ten thousand years.

According to this development, it is just around the corner that the elves want to return to the level before they were destroyed.

At the top of the spirit tree, there is a luxurious palace. At this time, Ling Yuwei is having a meeting with the high-level of the spirit family in the palace.

There is no doubt that Ling Yuwei is in the first seat.

Among the elves, Ling Yuwei is the first one in terms of cultivation and identity.

Above the Holy tree of the spirit, Lu Ming's figure suddenly appears.

Ling Yuwei looks up and looks up.

In addition to Ling Yuwei, other elves, no one found.

”Well, let's call it a day.”

Ling Yuwei said a word, others have left.

After the others left, Lu Ming quietly appeared in front of Ling Yuwei.

”You remember to come to me. I thought you had forgotten me.”

Ling Yuwei gives Lu Ming a white look, and her eyes are full of sorrow.

”How can it be? No, I'll come to you as soon as I finish my cultivation. ”

Lu Ming said, he went to take Ling Yuwei's hand, Ling Yuwei's face slightly red, let Lu Ming pull.

”Let's go out for a walk...”

Lu Ming stops Ling Yuwei and walks over the elves.

In the next month, Lu Ming has been accompanying Ling Yuwei, and their relationship is growing rapidly.

...

Yaxian, in an extremely secret basement, five figures are waiting here respectfully.

One of them is the sky.

But now the sky, a little pale, the breath is very weak.

From his breath, the cultivation of the sky is only five fold of God.

At the beginning, the cultivation of the sky was the God's nine fold. Obviously, in the Zixiao cave, the sky used the immortal mark regardless of the cost, and the sequelae was very serious.

Although he was lucky enough to save his life, his cultivation fell sharply. Not only that, he also hurt his foundation. He can't make any progress in his cultivation in the future.

On the side, the other four leaders of the Yaxian clan sighed.

Originally, with the talent of the sky, the future achievements are limitless, but now, the talent has fallen, and there is no possibility of progress.

Suddenly, in the underground secret room, a terrible breath filled out.

This breath is as magnificent as heaven, supreme and immortal.

Five people, such as Tianqiong, are in high spirits, and their faces are full of expectation and excitement.

Did their ancestor, a detached man, wake up?

This breath rose, but it didn't last long. It soon converged. The next moment, the space of the secret room was full of waves, and then a figure emerged.

This figure is very small, only the size of the palm, full of mysterious glow.