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Chapter 626

Words:2258Update:22/06/21 13:05:36

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"Young master, my name is Qingru. You can just call me Xiao Ru." The green-veiled woman said.

"Qingru? Good name. Have you been living in the Heavenly Realm? "Sun Hao asked.

"Yes, a thousand years ago, I controlled the Hundred Flower Garden of the First Heaven, but now …"

As she said this, Qingru sighed inwardly.

"What happened in the past thousand years?" Sun Hao asked.

"Yes, young master."

Qing Ru nodded slightly, "A thousand years ago, the Heaven Realm underwent a sudden change. The Grand Dao Laws and energy were all sealed. Suddenly, a new energy appeared, and that was the Power of Heaven."

"All the deities in the division can only cultivate the Power of Heaven. The Celestial Thearch has sent out various deities, but he still could not find the reason for the changes in the Heaven Realm."

"If that's all, that's fine too! One day, the Gate of the Abyss suddenly appeared in the Heaven Realm. "

"Countless abyssal monsters gushed out of it."

"Furthermore, their strength doesn't seem to be suppressed at all. It's unimaginably terrifying."

"War broke out everywhere, and the Heaven Realm army was no match for them."

"The Heavenly Realm was unable to produce immortals, and all of them became food for the abyssal monsters."

"Only an extremely small number of people are able to rely on ancient runes to build fortresses and survive."

"I'm afraid there are less than twenty thousand people left in our First Heaven."

As Qingru spoke, her eyes were filled with tears. She was trying her best not to cry.

"Abyssal monster?"

"Didn't it open not long ago?"

"Could it be that the Way of Heaven has been opened in advance?!"

"That's not possible."

"If that's not the case, wouldn't it have been a thousand years since I came to the Heaven Realm from the Demon Ancestor Realm?"

Thinking of this, Sun Hao's scalp was numb.

He recalled how he had fainted after entering the black hole.

When he woke up, he happened to be here.

Unexpectedly, a thousand years had passed.

"Then where are you taking me now?" Sun Hao asked.

"Young Master, this is our village."

"That location is relatively hidden. The abyssal monsters haven't found it yet."

"Look, we're almost there."

Qingru pointed ahead with a look of joy on her face.

Following Qingru's finger, Sun Hao only saw a desert and nothing else.

"Phew …"

Qingru brought Sun Hao down slowly. She looked ahead and started to form hand seals.

In front of her, the space slowly distorted and rippled.

"Young Master, follow me."

Qingru stretched out her hand and pulled Sun Hao to the front.

"Buzz …"

It was as if he had passed through a barrier.

In front of Sun Hao, there was a small village.

He was now at the entrance of the village.

More than a dozen strong men clad in armor and wielding spears were looking at him warily.

In front of the muscular man, a white-bearded old man with a wooden staff in his hand walked forward with a smile.

He held out his hand in a gesture of friendship.

"Greetings, Young Master. I am Qing Mu. Welcome to Gumu Village!"

"May I know your name?"

The white-bearded old man had an amiable expression on his face, making others feel very comfortable when they saw him.

"My name is Sun Hao." Sun Hao said.

"So it's Young Master Sun Hao. Follow this old man to the Guardian Spirit Temple first!" The white bearded old man said.

"Guardian Spirit Temple?" Sun Hao was puzzled.

At this moment, Qingru walked up and explained, "Sir, the Patriarch is trying to eliminate your suspicion."

"Suspect?"

Sun Hao was even more confused.

Do I look like a bad person?

"Young Master, there are some abyssal monsters that can take human form and hide among us."

"They are the spies sent to gather information. Only the Guardian Spirit would be able to see through the young master's true identity." Qingru said.

Hearing this, Sun Hao nodded slightly.

Right now, all his strength was restrained. In front of them, even if he wanted to struggle, he wouldn't be able to do it.

He could only take one step at a time.

"Alright, let's go then!"

"Young Master, please!"

Qingru pulled Sun Hao's hand and followed behind the white-bearded old man.

The group quickly walked towards the center of the village.

"Little Ru … …"

Halfway there, a bald man quickly ran over.

"I heard that you found a man from the lower realm. Is this true … …"

The bald man, who was originally happy, couldn't help but change his expression when he saw Qingru holding Sun Hao's hand tightly.

The words that came out of his mouth gradually came to a stop.

The corner of his mouth twitched. His anger seemed to be about to burst out of his eyes.

When Qingru saw the bald man's gaze, she quickly let go of Sun Hao.

"Brother Qing Guo, why are you here? Aren't you cultivating? "Qingru said.

"Little Ru, didn't I miss you?"

The bald man scratched his head and grinned. He directly inserted himself between Sun Hao and Qingru.

He looked Sun Hao up and down with obvious hostility.

The corner of Sun Hao's mouth raised slightly. He didn't take it seriously.

"This is the person you found?" The bald man asked.

"That's right!"

Qingru nodded, "He's called Young Master Sun Hao."

"He doesn't have any heaven power in him. It seems that he's still a rookie."

At this point, the bald man raised his head high with a proud expression.

"Qing Guo, you can't say that!" Qingru had a serious expression.

"Little Ru, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it!"

"I'm just speaking the truth!"

Sun Hao turned a deaf ear to the voices of the two people beside him.

Along the way, his gaze swept to the roadside from time to time.

On both sides of the road, men and women stood in place and smiled and nodded at Sun Hao from time to time to show their friendliness.

Soon, under the white-bearded old man's lead, Sun Hao stood in front of an ancestral temple made of stone.

In front of the ancestral temple, there was a five-meter tall female statue.

"Greetings, Lord Guardian Spirit!"

"This is the person from the lower realm that we found. Lord Guardian Spirit, please show yourself and see if he's a spy of the abyss monster!"

The white-bearded old man stood in front of the statue and respectfully knelt down.

"Buzz … …"

Above the statue, there was a sudden vibration.

A woman with golden light all over her body flew out of the statue.

The golden light was like silk, quickly sprinkling in all directions.

It looked like a god descending to the earth, making people worship her.

"Huff … …"

The golden light woman opened her eyes, and two golden eyes, as fast as lightning, swept directly on Sun Hao.

Sun Hao's mind tightened, and his whole body felt uncomfortable.

However, this feeling came quickly and left even faster.

The golden light woman retracted her gaze, and shock was written all over her face.

This appearance, it was as if she saw a monster.

After a long time, the golden light woman retracted her gaze.

"Talent has never been seen since ancient times. Cultivate well!"

After saying this, the golden light woman slowly faded, turned into a golden light, drilled into the statue, and disappeared.

Hearing this, the faces of Qingru and the others showed incomparable shock.

Her whole body trembled slightly with excitement, and she looked at Sun Hao as if looking at a treasure.

"This is impossible? How can a person from the lower realm have a talent that has never been seen since ancient times? "

"Could it be that he was transformed by the abyss monster to deceive us!"

The bald man pointed at Sun Hao and said loudly.

"Shut up!"

Qing Mu shouted softly, pointed at the bald man, and scolded, "Qing Guo, are you doubting the Lord Guardian Spirit?"

"I … … I … …"

The bald man was speechless for a while.

"Such disrespectful words, don't say anymore, quickly retreat!" Qing Mu snorted coldly.

"Yes!"

The bald man glanced at Sun Hao, and there was unwillingness and resentment in his eyes.

… …

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