Chapter 2485: Hunting the Lord (1/2)

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Ao Chunqiu stood on an empty tomb that stood thousands of feet long ago, and a pair of eyes looked through the void, as if the entire fairy mausoleum was under his overlook.

Xianling is in a crack in the plane. Although the coordinates have been exposed, it is easy to break in. There are many entrances, but if you want to leave, you can only pass through a specific location.

And this position is the cracked empty grave where Ao Chunqiu sat down.

The first son of the double pupil ancient clan suppressed the exit with his own body and blocked all the alien saints in the fairy mausoleum here!

As Ao Chunqiu killed the Lord of the Stone Spirit, Xianling ushered in a strange silence. All the alien Lords fell silent and did not show up again.

”If the ancient sons of the ancient tribe of my human race would gather in Xianling, it would be a tsunami!”

”The war is about to start, Xianling will become a hunting ground for the first generation of son-level characters!”

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With awe-inspiring eyes, looking at Ao Chunqiu, many strong human races were excited.

The first son of the first generation was created by the ancient clan forces with great energy and cost. It impacted the seeds of the ”divine order” and cultivated the endless years. Every one was terrified to the extreme. It stood at the pinnacle of the human race. There are not many people who have really seen each other.

For example, from the beginning to the present of the reincarnation of the era, these early sons only started to move. Before this, there has been no movement, and only the Jun of the Dayan ancient clan has some movements.

So, how can they not be excited after hearing this news?

”Master Ao Chunqiu, you are the first son of the ancient pupils of the double pupils. I have been in love for a long time...” At that moment, there was a smile from the human saint in the fairy mausoleum, and he stepped forward and wanted to get close.

But Ao Chunqiu had a dull look, and he was too lazy to even open his mouth, so that the holy Lord stepped forward with a stiff expression, with a bitter smile, and he didn't dare to be half angry.

”Holy Son, if they are the first sons of the ancient clan forces, if they really want to come together, it will be very bad.”

Xuan Xiao looked dignified.

Xiao Ye came to Xianling just to hunt for the contribution value. The first sons of the ancient clan forces gathered together, and the holy lords of the human clan will all give way.

Not to mention, no one knows whether the Jun of the Dayan ancient tribe will also come.

”Take a step, take a look.”

Xiao Ye calmed down.

The characters of the first-generation Saint Son level are terrible, but according to the temple information, there are many alien saints scattered around the Xianling, only the tip of the iceberg was shot.

He still has a chance to hunt for his contribution value.

After all, these first sons are definitely not in harmony.

”Go, the immortal mausoleum is very big, we go to other areas to try our luck, maybe we can hunt the alien saint.”

Xiao Ye snorted and took Xuan Xiao towards the other direction.

Now he doesn't want to break into conflict with such characters as Ao Chunqiu. When his realm breaks through again, maybe it will be a battle.

”Huh? Isn't that the first son? He also came.”

When someone saw the figure of Xiao Ye and Xuan Xiao, they suddenly exclaimed.

In the early days, the name of the Holy Son was also in the limelight in the human race, but because of the presence of Ao Chunqiu, the light was completely obscured, so no one noticed Xiao Ye until this moment.

”Is the Son in the beginning?”

Ao Chunqiu felt a sudden feeling, looking at Xiao Ye's back, followed by a bizarre awn in his pupils, a radiance blooming at the corner of his mouth, and then his eyes were taken back.

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At the same time, the other side, Xiao Ye and Xuan Xiao, have already rushed into the vast fairy mausoleum.

From a glance, the immortal mausoleum varies in size, like a mound-like grave, floating in the void, spreading out in sight, full of mystery.