After rebirth in the wilderness, you can travel back and forth to the earth

"In the 9000 million years of the human race, nine holy bodies have emerged. In the end, they all died and were unable to break through their own shackles."

The red-haired old man seemed to be talking to himself.

Yang Yi was anxious when he heard this. Of course he knew that the path of cultivating the Holy Body was not easy.

You can tell just by the fact that he currently has more than 300 million strength and is still in the cultivation state.

Moreover, the Eucharist is not simple just to hear the name.

But Yang Yi still has no idea what magical functions his holy body has and what magical powers it has.

All he knew was that there seemed to be endless power within his body, waiting to be tapped.

"I don't know either."

The red-haired old man finally answered Yang Yi, but what he said made him stunned.

The unknown sigh made Yang Yi feel nervous and lonely.

"The holy body is born in the sky, and the divinity of each holy body is different. No one can understand it, and no one can deduce its future."

Seemingly seeing Yang Yi's dissatisfaction, the red-haired old man explained.

Born in the sky, Yang Yi was speechless, wondering if the Ancient Phoenix Wutong Tree Emperor and the red-haired old man had admitted their mistake.

He was born to his mother Hong Jiuniang.

"I was born to my mother, not picked up."

Yang Yi whispered, maybe he is not a holy body.

"This is not what I meant."

The red-haired old man glanced at Yang Yi lightly, as if he was looking at an idiot.

"Grandpa, what are the shackles of the Holy Body itself?"

I heard this old man saying to himself earlier that in 9000 million years all the nine holy bodies have died and disappeared, unable to break through their own shackles.

Yang Yi wanted to inquire. Although the red-haired old man said that the divinity of each holy body was different, having a reference and comparison could make him feel more at ease.

"do not know."

"Only you, the Holy Body, know what the shackles of the Holy Body are."

The red-haired old man told him frankly that the Holy Body was different, and he could tell it at a glance when he met a powerful person such as the Emperor.

But when it comes to understanding, all strong people know very little.

I just relied on history books and various secrets, and occasionally learned a few words about the Holy Eucharist.

Know that the Holy Eucharist was extremely glorious before ancient times.

After experiencing a catastrophe of heaven and earth, the Holy Body came to an end, and seemed to be shackled by heaven and earth.

With the shackles, the nine holy bodies, no one can break free.

The three calls for grandpa were in vain, and I didn’t know what to ask.

"Then can you tell me the story of the nine holy bodies of 9000 million years?"

Yang Yi still refused to give up and finally met a strong man who seemed to have no ill intentions.

If you are not diligent and studious, you will not be ashamed to ask questions.

If you miss this village, there will be no such store.

"I only know that the last holy body, with the realm of martial saint, suppressed an era."

The red-haired old man said this with a startling look in his eyes.

Recalling that when he saw the record of the last holy body in the ancestral palace, he was astonished.

Although there were only a few strokes, a lot of information seemed to have been erased.

Everyone was extremely shocked when they saw this sentence of suppressing an era with the cultivation of a martial saint.

A Martial Saint who is highly regarded in the world can make many giants of Martial Ancestors and Demon Ancestors bow their heads.

None of these giants can break through and become emperor.

Countless geniuses and monsters have lived in the shadow of the Holy Body all their lives.

Seeing the old man's misty expression, he stood silently for a long time without speaking.

Old people like to stand in the sunset and recall the past, and he understands.

Yang Yi also became quiet. Hearing the words "suppressing an era", he had endless aftertaste in his heart.

The air became quiet for a moment, one was reminiscing and the other was reminiscing.

"puff!"

There was a sound like a balloon being deflated, breaking the silence.

"This golden ant is given to you as a meeting gift from me, the elder of the human race."

The red-haired old man suddenly had a golden egg in his hand, and he reached out and handed it to Yang Yi.

The golden egg kept beating in the old man's hand, and a small opening was opened, and the life inside seemed to be eager to come out.

How embarrassing it is to give gifts as soon as we meet.

"Thank you grandpa!"

Yang Yi smiled brightly and took the still-beating golden egg with respectful hands.

Golden Ant, this name sounds good at first sight, and I am destined to him. The red-haired grandfather is really a good person, Yang Yi thought to himself.

The red-haired old man couldn't hold back, and his eyebrows twitched.

This holy body is so shameless.

Is it appropriate to give him the golden ants?

Seeing Yang Yi holding the golden egg, he couldn't put it down.

The red-haired old man relaxed his eyebrows and gave it all. If he regretted it again, he would let those old friends know and still not laugh at him for thousands of years.

What happens next depends on the creation of the Holy Body and the Golden Ant.

"When it reaches adulthood, you can tell its mother, the Golden Ant Emperor, to be buried here, and you can come and pay homage."

The red-haired old man frowned and spoke again.

When he came to practice here 100 years ago, he discovered that hidden at the bottom of the magma was a pregnant and dying Golden Ant King.

The golden ant emperor forcibly used a secret method to give birth to this golden egg, and used the last vitality of an emperor to nourish this premature golden egg.

Seeing the golden ant emperor's eyes pleading before his death, the red-haired old man did not kill the golden egg and allowed it to fend for itself.

Until today, the Holy Body has arrived, and the golden egg is about to break out.

The red-haired old man felt that there was a destiny, and immediately decided to meet the holy body and give him the golden egg.

"Yes, when it grows up, I will bring him here to worship his mother."

The son of the emperor, Yang Yi looked at the golden ants struggling to break out of their eggs in his arms, his eyes glowing.

The red-haired old man is a good man. The more elders like this in the human race, the better. Yang Yi felt happy in his heart.

"Zi la la..."

A ten centimeter long, palm-sized, golden ant emerged from the golden egg.

Just like human babies, they made a cry-like sound when they were born.

"Grandpa, what's wrong with it?"

Yang Yi asked hurriedly as he looked at the extremely dishonest golden ant that was sniffing and crying in the palm of his hand.

"It's hungry."

The red-haired old man doubted himself again. Is it right or wrong to let a three-and-a-half-year-old holy body raise a newborn golden ant?

"Then what should I feed it in the future?"

I saw the golden ants in my hand eating the golden eggs and stopped crying.

Yang Yi continued to ask, feeling like he was happy to be a father, and suddenly he had a big son to raise.

"Feed it for a while first, and then you can ask it."

The red-haired old man wants to go back to practice, but this holy body is too shameless and talkative.

Yang Yi also wanted to ask the red-haired old man many questions, but he didn't have time to say them out yet.

"Goodbye by fate."

The red-haired old man seemed to have understood what Yang Yi was thinking, and said something, like an immortal guiding the way, and stretched out his hand to touch Yang Yi's forehead.

Yang Yi seemed to be traveling through a mirror space, passing through the long foggy mountains and the vast sky.

When he opened his eyes, Yang Yi was holding the golden ant and standing at the place where he fought with thousands of monsters when he first broke through the cultivation state.