Time Travel

Chapter 727

In the Purple Cloud Palace, the big silver eyes manifested by the heavens have completely faded away, and only Hongjun is sitting in the air with a pale face in the same place, his eyes staring tightly in the palm of his hand. Blood-red light ball, relieved.

“Nine heads??”

Below, the seven saints are very confused. They have never heard of this name since ancient times. Who is Huang Jiutou? Is it related to the human race?

Several saints muttered to themselves, and their eyes looked at Hongjun’s direction and their pupils were full of questions.

“Teacher, I don’t know what kind of character this Jiutou Clan is. It’s worth the teacher to personally resurrect him from the past?”

Taoist Tongtian carried four swords on his back and looked up at Hongjun and asked.

The same goes for other saints, although they didn’t ask, the meaning in their eyes was self-evident.

“Nine heads?” Hongjun nodded, “It’s an old friend of mine!”

“It’s just that the Tao is different.”

Hongjun’s old friend?

The faces of several saints were all taken aback? The existence that can be called an old friend by Hongjun Daozu is naturally extraordinary, but why haven’t they heard of it?

Moreover, the aura on the Nine Heads is not so shocking, it is just the realm of the pinnacle of the quasi-sage, how can it be worthy of Hongjun’s old friend!

It’s just that this question lingered in their hearts for a while and then melted away. They also guessed in their hearts that these nine heads probably existed in a certain ancient period, the era when Hongjun had not yet become the ancestor of Taoism.

There are very few records about that era, and there are few legends. Naturally, these saints don’t know it.

Hongjun stood there looking at a few apprentices, shook his head in his heart, raised his palm and tapped it lightly, and suddenly the seven rays of light fell into the minds of the seven saints.

Suddenly there was an additional message in the souls of the seven saints.

…

After a full moment, the seven sages looked up strangely and looked at the blood-colored light ball in Hongjun’s palm with inexplicable eyes.

“It’s actually the legendary Thai emperor?”

Emperor Tai, a terrifying existence in the Primordial Period.

Legend has it that it was born in Xingma Xianshan, where the heaven and the earth were conceived. At birth, there were nine heads, and each head was different, just like the original Pangu god-tier, with nine transformations.

Xingma Xianshan was nurtured in the Primordial Famine and was born in the Far East. It was from there that the King of Thailand rose up and reached the top of one of the strongest of that era step by step.

Today, Taikoo has collapsed, and a lot of history has been annihilated in the long river of time. Even the saints such as Laozi can’t peer into the past under the restraint of heaven.

In that era, the heavens and the earth were first opened, and the innate gods were born, each of which was unparalleled in the world, horizontally and horizontally. At that time, there were no races, only solitary individuals. Every individual was inherently unparalleled and sacred, and each one was extremely powerful. Legend has it that in that era, the center of heaven and earth was not Buzhou Mountain, but located in the west. Somewhere in the region, there used to be a tall wood that penetrates the sky and the earth, supporting the whole sky and the earth like a spine.

At that time, there was no division between heaven and earth, there was no heaven, no underworld, only a whole continent.

It was an era full of myths. Hongjun Daozu was born here, and the same rises here.

The Thai Emperor is also one of the legends of that era.

The messages that Hongjun sent to the seven saints did not introduce the Thai emperor too much, but simply described his origin and past, but the amount of information in it was amazing enough.

“Teacher, are all the records above true?”

“Yes!” Hongjun nodded.

The seven saints were even more shocked.

The Nine Heads of the Emperor of Thailand, one of the strongest myths in Taigu, are born with nine changes, just like Pangu. He ruled the heavens, known as the strongest emperor, and the oldest emperor. In order to prove the way with strength, he also tried to break the famine and break the shackles of the heavens.

Then……

The emperor of Thailand cut through the sky and built wood with his own power, the heaven and the earth collapsed, and the way of heaven manifested.

In the end, he lost a battle with Heaven and fell on the banks of the Yellow River. The blood spread along the Yellow River to the entire wilderness, giving birth to many lives. Among them, the human race was one of the elves transformed by his blood.

There is not much information, but a simple description is enough to shock the saint.

“So that’s the case, is this the reason why the Emperor Tai is called the Nine Heads of the Human Emperor?”

Empress Houtu nodded.

She cherishes the love of the world, and all the worlds are the same in her eyes, and she naturally knows a lot about the human race.

The primordial human race has a large number base and a wide range of reproduction, but the birth period is too short and the number of strong people is too small, so it has always been at one of the lowest levels of many races.

She once traveled to the human race as a common custom. She remembered a custom in the human race very clearly, that is, every festival, the human race will worship the ancestors of the heaven and the earth, saying: “The emperor and the earth are on top…”.

She once asked the ancestors of the human race, Zeng Yun: “The emperor and the earth are the ancestors and gods. It is tradition to worship the ancestors and the gods.”

“It turns out that the legendary Thai emperor is the emperor, representing the ancestor of the human race?”

The Nine Heads of the Human Emperor, the oldest emperor, the strongest emperor, and the strongest emperor, now, with Hongjun’s many calculations and arrangements, he will be resurrected from the past without hesitating to lose both sides.

It is too difficult to resurrect such an existence from under the eyes of Heavenly Dao. If it hadn’t been for the huge amount of merit to counteract Heavenly Dao and hurt its origin, Hongjun would have no way of doing it.

“Teacher, is your purpose in resurrecting him to prove success with your strength?”

“Right!” Hongjun nodded, “And today Dao is hit hard and the restraints are loose, even without my help, he can succeed!”

While speaking, he gently raised his hand and squeezed the blood-red light ball suddenly, and a bloody energy storm exploded, rolling up a terrifying blood-colored Uzumaki in the entire Purple Cloud Palace.

After a long time, the Uzumaki slowly dispersed, and a tall middle-aged man stood there, standing in front of Hongjun.

This is a stalwart and tall person, just a glimpse of it, there is a kind of supreme dignity rushing to his face.

It is a kind of real nobility, which refers to the soul and originates from fate.

He stood there without moving, his eyes were open, but the seven saints felt a different kind of depression.

You know, these nine heads are the pinnacle of quasi-sages, and they haven’t reached the level of saints yet.

“Wake up!”

Looking at the middle-aged man, Hongjun waved his hand lightly, and suddenly a gray light gleamed from his hand.

It was at this moment that the middle-aged man suddenly opened his eyes.

“Hong Jun?”