I woke up after 300 million years

"After two thousand years, Tianyuan City is as lively as ever... The ten of you are the heaven-sent players of my Supreme Palace. There are still twenty days left to start the final Supreme Battle. During this period, don't relax, let alone run around or Indulge yourself, and when the Supreme Battle is over, I will give you the rewards you can apply, and I hope you can win the top three."

The man who spoke was two meters tall, wearing black clothes, with rough cheeks. A piece of jade hung around his waist with the word "demon" written on it. His expression was serious and he looked quite cold and handsome.

He is the current master of the Supreme Palace, Demon Thirteen, the supreme cultivator in the world of mortals.

Yao Shisan is not a pure human being. His father is from the human race and his mother is from the demon race. He is the thirteenth child, so he is named Yao Shisan. He has half-human and half-demon blood and is extremely talented.

"Ahead is Yueshanglou, the most prosperous place in Tianyuan City, providing all services."

Yao Shisan was a little confused as to why Uncle Yaoyao did not live in Tianshan and insisted on leading his elders and disciples to Tianyuan City.

In his memory, Su Yao is a quiet woman who doesn't like to join in the fun, doesn't like crowded places, and doesn't like to be disturbed.

Tianyuan City, especially Yueshanglou, is completely unqualified for Su Yao's long-term residence.

There is another thing that Yao Shisan is particularly concerned about. Su Yao is getting along with an inner disciple! ?

Everyone looked at the tall Yueshang upstairs.

Caixi was dressed in a colorful glazed dress, with three thousand black hair draped down her back, and her lips were pink. She had gained a lot of weight before ascending to the upper world, but now she has lost weight again. Her beautiful face was neither happy nor sad.

Mu Changsheng is still calm and reliable. He walks with an imperial demeanor and is calm and intimidating. The Beihuang Sword at his waist never leaves his body. He is dressed in white robes and has the freedom and ease of a three-point sword cultivator.

Suddenly, Mu Changsheng noticed a woman walking towards him and froze on the spot.

"Meng, Meng'er!"

Meng Chulian, who was thinking about something with his head down, heard a familiar yet unfamiliar voice, and his body trembled.

She slowly raised her head, her clear eyes met Mu Changsheng's cloudy eyes, and she subconsciously shouted:

"Teacher, master!"

But the next second, she realized something, her expression of surprise swept away, replaced by endless indifference, and turned around to leave.

"Wait!" Mu Changsheng rushed over and wanted to grab Meng Chulian's hand, but was stopped by the mysterious man, "Get away! I am his master!"

The mysterious man half-squinted his eyes, snorted coldly, and the pressure as thick as the sky knocked Mu Changsheng flying.

"Eternal Supreme!" Yao Thirteen's expression suddenly changed, and he hurriedly stepped forward to protect the ten people, asking without being humble or arrogant, "Who are you, sir?"

The mysterious man opened the folding fan in his hand. There was a word "天" on the front and a word "holy" on the back.

Seeing this scene, Yao Shisan felt chills running down his spine.

He knows very well what these two represent.

The word "Tian" represents the saints in heaven, and the word "Sheng" represents the saints or saints among the saints.

The mysterious man in front of me is undoubtedly the Holy Son of the Tianxing Clan!

"Lord Holy Son." Demon Thirteen immediately handed over his hand, not daring to offend the Holy Clan.

The man in white glanced at the ten people in the Supreme Hall with contempt, and then pointed at Meng Chulian, "Take care of the garbage in your Supreme Hall. This is the fiancée of this Holy Son. If you dare to touch it, I will destroy your Supreme Hall!"

Ji Hongyuan helped Mu Changsheng up, grabbed his wrist hard, and lowered his voice:

"Brother Mu, don't be impulsive. He is the Holy Son of the Holy Clan. With just one order, he can destroy the Supreme Palace without having to do anything himself. Even if he kills us on the spot, no one would dare to care. Stay calm."

Although one of them calls Ancestor Yan Fan and the other Brother Yan Fan, they all have their own opinions privately.

Mu Changsheng clenched his fists, his eyes were red, and his nasal voice became thicker, "How do you want me to calm down? I came to the Central Continent just to rescue Xiao Meng'er, and now she wants to get married?"

Ji Hongyuan frowned and looked at Cai Xi.

Caixi shook her head slightly, expressing confusion.

They had never seen Meng Chulian. When they followed Yan Fan back to the Wushuang Dynasty, Meng Chulian had been captured by the World Master of Yuhua Shrine and taken to the upper realm.

At this time, Meng Chulian, who had turned his back to everyone, spoke:

"Mu Changsheng, don't be so self-righteous. You have only accepted me as your disciple for seven years. In these seven years, you have not taught me anything except providing me with resources. Our master-disciple relationship was not pure at the beginning. I deliberately approached You, using you, and you... are also using me, I understand all of this."

"After the Supreme War, I will marry into the Holy Clan and become a high-ranking woman. You are nothing more than a sinner in the lower world, and you are not qualified to continue to be my master and disciple."

"It's good to meet by chance today. I'll make it clear once and for all that you... are not worthy of being my master. I'll give you some resources. From now on, we will break up and there will be no more cause and effect!"

After saying that, Meng Chulian turned his back and threw out a space bag with one billion fairy stones in it.

"Holy Son, let's go." Meng Chulian said calmly and did not go to see Mu Changsheng.

The man in white nodded and left with his fiancée.

Under the sun, Mu Changsheng looked at Xiao Meng'er's back, his heart trembling.

Ji Hongyuan sighed and comforted awkwardly, "Brother Mu, don't be too sad, people will change."

People will change!

Just five words, sums it all up.

Mu Changsheng lowered his head and stared at the immortal stone bag without saying a word.

He came to the upper world mostly because he dreamed of his first love, but...

After the Holy Son walked away, Yao Shisan breathed a sigh of relief, turned around, took a deep look at Mu Changsheng sitting on the ground, and said solemnly:

"Changsheng, no matter what your previous relationship was with that woman, you must remember that she is now a member of the Holy Clan. Do not offend her, otherwise... the Supreme Palace will cease to exist!"

Don't you want to offend me... Mu Changsheng smiled bitterly at the corners of his mouth, laughing at himself and making him feel uncomfortable.

The emperor of an unparalleled dynasty was sitting on the street in a state of embarrassment.

......

The moon goes upstairs, the moonlight boudoir.

This scene was watched by Yan Fan, "It seems that this is not a pleasant encounter."

Su Yao nodded, "I don't know what they said. The man in white is the Holy Son. If I guess correctly, he should be the one who is going to marry Meng's first love. Xiaofan, your plan is going to fail."

"Plan?" The soft moonlight was inexplicably nervous, "What are you and your wife planning? Are you going to attack the Saints again? Let me say it first, don't ask me to help, I'm not familiar with you!"

Yan Fan and Su Yao ignored Yueguang.

After pondering for seven seconds, Yan Fan put down his wine glass and rubbed his forehead with his thumb, "It did mess up the plan. I didn't expect that the Yuhua Palace had already handed over Meng's first love to the Holy Son."

"There are only two choices now." Su Yao thought concisely, "First, give up Meng Chulian. She doesn't seem to care about Mu Changsheng. For more than a thousand years, her personality has probably changed a long time ago. She is not the Meng Chulian you know. Secondly, I really want to save her..."

The words paused, and Su Yao's beautiful eyes concentrated, with unprecedented solemnity, "Saving her is equivalent to declaring war on the saints, and there is no chance of winning."

"No chance of winning..." Yan Fan repeated what his wife said, feeling even more stressed.

He didn't understand what was going on for the time being, but he saw that Meng Chulian and Mu Changsheng seemed to have fallen out.

After thinking about it, Yan Fan said seriously:

"Yao Yao, you stay here tonight and I'll go talk to Meng Chulian."

"No!" Su Yao decisively refused, "It's too dangerous!"

Yan Fan held his wife's hand and smiled confidently, "Believe me, no one can kill me."

The couple looked at each other with a strong friendship.

The atmosphere had reached this point, and Yueguang suddenly interrupted, "Hey, hey, hey! Have you considered my feelings? This is my boudoir, don't you ask for my opinion?"

Yan Fan: "You have the Great Emperor Scripture."

"I don't like to be threatened, and I don't like to be in the same room with anyone at night, not even women, do you understand?"

Yan Fan: "You have the Great Emperor Scripture."

"I...brother, eldest sister, don't mess with me! If you offend the saint clan again and get so close to me, I will be implicated!"

Yan Fan: "You have the Great Emperor Scripture."

"...I was wrong, you can do whatever you want."

Moonlight wanted to cry but had no tears. She lay weakly on the table, being pinched to death.

......

At night, the moon is dark and the wind is high.

Yan Fan in black, wearing a hood to hide his aura, climbed over the wall, climbed over the wall again, climbed over the third wall again, and arrived at a separate courtyard.

Looking around, it was dark and quiet nearby.

Yan Fan quietly approached the master bedroom in the other courtyard and opened the door...