The Age of Mythology: The Coming of the Divine Tree (Evolution from the Big Tree)

"This is the Lord of Eternity..."

"Isn't it terrible? Just the pressure makes me crawl, and I can't control my body?"

"How could it be so scary? ?"

"The father of the little witch Mengyao was actually such a great being, but besides such a great being, whose descendants could be so defiant?"

Amidst repeated exclamations, many geniuses could not help but lower their heads lower. With eternal divine power, all living beings prostrate themselves.

No one dared to raise their eyes....

Even the few geniuses standing quietly among the crowd lowered their eyes.

Big drops of sweat keep falling down

"Roar, roar..."

There seemed to be something suppressed in the continuous roars.

But it came from a figure as dark as ink.

This is a body less than two meters tall. The body is not big, but it is covered with dark green scales. The scales are glowing with light, which is extremely dazzling. On the head of the triangular beast, there is a pair of golden eyes..

The golden eyes contained endless coldness, and in the depths of the eyes there was the terrifying innate ferocity of ferocious beasts. The gaze was focused there, making one look at it as if they were seeing a river of blood.

The most eye-catching thing about this beast is the arms that support the ground...

There are eight arms in total!

And each of these eight arms makes people feel cold inside.

Extremely sharp!

The eight arms are more like eight extremely sharp swords. These eight swords bend to support the ground, and there are already eight faint scratches on the ground.

This peerless ferocious beast stood quietly, and an astonishing evil aura filled the air. This evil aura alone was enough to make ordinary practitioners lose the courage to resist.

And this is the legendary eight-armed sword demon.

An unimaginably terrifying clan.

It is said that once this clan is killed, blood and death will spread throughout the world.

They live to kill.

Although, many peerless ferocious beasts have emerged in countless eras.

But the eight-armed sword demon clan is definitely on the list.

Moreover, it is still among the top few.

Of course, the current eight-armed sword demon is definitely not as good as Zi Si.

Zi Si is an alien from the Void Royal Family.

It is another level of existence.

The eight-armed sword demon clan is a ferocious race as a whole.

Life is endless and killing continues.

Moreover, one thing is certain, that is, the first ancestor of the eight-armed sword demon clan is estimated to be able to compete with Ziyan.

However, the first generation has long since left.

Nowadays, most of those left behind are unsatisfied descendants.

And now, the Sword Lord standing here quietly, although he is very impressive, he is still less than half of his first ancestor.

"You look a lot like one of my men."

While speaking softly, Yu Ziyu also looked at this eight-armed sword demon.

He is the young master of the eight-armed sword demon clan - named Daojun.

In him, Yu Ziyu saw the shadow of Zi Si.

If there is With great opportunity, he may not be able to compete with Ziyan in the future.

It’s just that...

Will there really be such a day?

Yu Ziyu is looking forward to this.

The purple sickle he cultivated with his own hands is the sharpest knife in his hand.

It is an existence destined to become a saint and become an ancestor.

Let's put it this way, only when the most legendary beings from each of the nine tribes in Xianxiang come out can they compete with Ziyan.

And that is only possible.

And this is Zi Si.

An extremely low-key, yet terrifying existence that was highly praised by Yu Ziyu.

But now, Yu Ziyu actually saw the shadow of Zi Si in Dao Mo.

This is very interesting

"Are you interested in becoming a mentor to someone?"

Amid a playful voice, Yu Ziyu also looked at Dao Jun.

"Apprenticeship?"

In a voice that was extremely hoarse, as if he hadn't spoken to anyone for a long time, Master Dao slowly raised his eyes, with a hint of confusion deep in his eyes.

However, the next moment, he straightened up and said bluntly:

"Who in the world can be my teacher?"

"Forehead...."

For a while, Yu Ziyu was stunned.

What a crazy little guy.

These are the nine tribes of Xianxiang, which is quite interesting.

However, at this time, if you pay attention, the sweat on the foreheads of each of the nine geniuses in the fairyland is like raindrops.

The leader of the eight-armed sword demon clan even said in fear.;

"Great Lord of Time and Space, please forgive me for not being strict with my subordinates."

"fine."

Waving his hand, Yu Ziyu didn't care.

It's a good thing to have a temper.

It's not beautiful if someone smoothes your temper.

"You will recognize him, and when the time comes, you will most likely ask him to be your master."

With a chuckle, Yu Ziyu also planned to assign this sword master to Ziyan.

As the sharpest sword under his hands, how can he be busy practicing.

This does not cultivate successors.

Pass them on from generation to generation.

Only then can we usher in the real The glory...

With a smile in her heart, Yu Ziyu was already looking forward to the appearance of 'the second Purple Scythe'.

At this time, Yu Ziyu also raised his eyes and looked at the other geniuses.

Among them, the one that concerned Yu Ziyu the most was the red elf that was less than the size of a palm.

Xian Ling'er is a person with both good looks and talent.

As if aware of Yu Ziyu's appraising gaze, Xian Ling'er also shrank and said cautiously:

"Great Lord of Time and Space, my master, you can arrange whatever you want, and I will never refuse."

"What a smart little girl."

With a loud laugh, Yu Ziyu couldn't help but shake her head.

There was a sense of cleverness in these words.

What a lovely little girl.

"I heard that you and Mengyao have a good relationship?"

Yu Ziyu also asked in a somewhat joking voice.

"Well, well."

Nodding repeatedly, Xian Ling'er also said bluntly:

"Mengyao is my best playmate...I usually take her on sightseeing tours. Wherever she goes, I go."

Listening to Xian Ling'er's words, Yu Ziyu couldn't help but feel speechless.

This is the truth.

When Mengyao was growing up, Xian Ling'er was an indispensable role beside her. She was no bigger than a palm and extremely beautiful.

But she was. He has the cultivation of the third level of Tianmen.

It can be said that he is the best guardian of Mengyao.

And Xian Ling'er did not disappoint Chaos Bell Zhenling and took good care of Mengyao.

So.....

"Here, as your father, I would like to express my gratitude to you..."

"And you can also make a request of yours...I try to be content."