Chapter 418 (1/2)
Jiang Chuan sighs. Seeing this familiar world, he knows that it's not a coincidence. In addition to Jiutian, there is a world like Jiutian, Shengyu and zhantian Xingyu. On this continent, there is also a family surnamed Jiang. Different things happen.
Weiguo has become a super empire on this continent. Far away from Weiguo, there is a sect. Weiguo is also under the leadership of this sect.
River water has been cultivated for millions of years, and Jiang Shang, old man Jiang and Mrs. Jiang are dead.
The ancestral hall of the Jiang family is guarded by powerful little saints. Seeing the flowing water of the river coming back, one by one they crawl on the ground. They are very devout!
”Laozu!”, The descendants of the Jiang family are so excited that their ancestors, who have disappeared for hundreds of thousands of years, have come back!
For these descendants of the Jiang family, the river can't lift any feelings. The feelings of blood have been diluted in the long river of time.
”Put on the incense.”, Jiang Chuan said.
River water nodded, lit the three pillars of incense, respectfully toward that piece of trump card worship three times!
Jiangchuan also knows the river and flowing water. He looks at the distant mountain and asks, ”where is that? Is it occupied by power? ”
”Misty mountain, misty clan.”, The river and the water said without expression.
In those days, it was not that there were no powerful monks who came to defend the country to visit Jiangshui. However, Jiangshui was determined to understand the great Confucianism and ignored the monks on the misty mountain.
Go and have a look, Jiang Chuan said.
River water step out, came to the misty mountain.
Jiangchuan looks at the misty mountain, a familiar feeling rises from the bottom of his heart.
”The patriarch of this clan is Ye Wentian?”, Jiang Chuan murmured.
You know that, Jiang Shuishui said that his doubts were swept away. Even if Jiang Chuan was a great power, it was impossible to expect that there was such a small clan on this small continent, and it was impossible to know that there was such a person as ye Wentian in this small clan!
”However, ye Wentian died 800000 years ago. Now the leader of the ethereal sect is a man named Mo Chen, who is the first person in the mainland today. His cultivation has already reached the stage of Saint King, which is regarded as the pioneer of this continent.”, Jiang Shuishui murmured that he knew something about this ethereal sect.
Jiangchuan looks at the ethereal hall in front of him, in which there are powerful little saints.
The river water seems to know what Jiangchuan thinks in his heart, and spread out his powerful cultivation!
All of a sudden, the whole misty mountain is shaking, and it seems that it can't bear the powerful pressure of the river!
In the ethereal hall, all people tremble. This kind of pressure has never appeared on this continent, even in the starry sky!
”Holy emperor!”, An exclamation came from the ethereal hall. An old man with white hair and white beard came out from the ethereal hall with a group of little saints and great saints!
”Meet the emperor of the river!”, The head of the old man saw the river water, his face was excited, he knelt down on one knee and bowed down to the river water!
The old man's heart has been overturned, this is the legend of the whole continent! I don't know how many years I have been away from the mainland. Now I come back again, and I have reached the level of Saint emperor, which is almost the strongest in the world! In any case, the old man would not have thought that such characters would come to the misty mountain!