History’s Strongest Shopkeeper - Chapter 1201

[1201.Chapter 1189: The eight ancient treasures are replaced by the puppets of gods? (Seventh update!)]

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“It’s all too late!”

Zhou Yang shook his head, raised his right hand, and slowly put away the black and yellow exquisite pagoda of heaven and earth. All the figures around Kunpeng’s nest, whether they were dead or alive, It was taken into the pagoda by Zhou Yang.

These prehistoric relics are all high-level spiritual flesh. They took the initiative to deliver them to the door. How could Zhou Yang not accept them.

“Are you ready for enlightenment?”

Zhou Yang entered Kunpeng’s nest with a thought and saw that Huo Ling’er and others had woken up from their enlightenment state.

“Senior, the Kunpeng Treasure Technique is too complicated, can you…”

The big red bird walked cautiously in front of Zhou Yang and said slightly uneasily.

They may be called geniuses, but compared with Shi Hao’s talent, they are not at the same level at all.

Naturally, it is impossible for them to comprehend one-third of the Kunpeng magic at once. They need to practice and absorb it.

“Let’s put the Kunpeng bone rune in Huo Ling’er’s place first, and you guys will slowly understand it.”

Zhou Yang heard the words and nodded slightly. The Huo Ling’er and Big Red Bird in front of him had average talents. I’m afraid they are the venerable ones. The greatest achievement in the future.

One-third of Kunpeng’s magic is enough to transcend the gods. For Huo Ling’er and the others, many parts are beyond their comprehension.

“Thank you, senior, thank you, senior…”

Huo Ling’er and the others thanked him repeatedly.

Only when they truly observed the Kunpeng Art, they understood that the various treasures they had learned before were the most basic treasures in front of the Kunpeng Art. The Kunpeng Art seemed to contain all the mysteries of heaven and earth, enough for them to understand in their lifetime.

They originally thought that Zhou Yang would take back the Kunpeng Art, but now that they heard that it could continue to be kept by their side, they were naturally very excited.

“Senior, where are those princes and sages? They are not lying in ambush somewhere, trying to ambush us.”

Zhou Yang led Huo Ling’er and three others out of Kunpeng’s nest, and found that the surroundings were dead silent, not even a single person. It’s so abnormal.

The big red bird found that Zhou Yang was not too difficult to speak, and resumed his out-of-the-box character, and couldn’t help but ask.

“Remember, you haven’t seen any princes and nobles. They didn’t follow you at all.”

Zhou Yang said with a slight smile.

He would not stay in the perfect world forever, and Shi Hao would not be able to take care of Huo Ling’er and the others at all times. If forces such as Demon Spirit Lake and Nanyun Mountain knew that all the princes and sages he sent out had fallen.

They did not dare to seek revenge from Shi Hao, or they would take desperate risks to retaliate against Huo Ling’er and the others.

“Gulu~”

The crimson feathers on the big red bird’s body seemed to explode, standing straight up. He was so frightened by Zhou Yang’s words that his whole body became stiff.

Those hundreds of princes and sages followed them for a long time, but Zhou Yang now told them that he had never seen any princes and sages.

What about the hundreds of princes and venerables?

There is only one possibility: they all fell, not a single one was left, and they all died in Zhou Yang’s hands.

“I’m afraid… there will be chaos in the wilderness!”

the nine-headed lion said with a trembling voice.

Those hundreds of princes and sages represent hundreds of ethnic groups. The princes and sages are the pillars of an ethnic group. Now this person’s pillar has collapsed. In the wilderness of the jungle, if those races are lucky, they can still survive.

If you have a lot of luck, your family will be destroyed and your body will die.

“The human race may be able to usher in a golden age.”

Huo Ling’er whispered.

In the wilderness, the human race is the weakest, and the remnants of the prehistoric era are the rulers of the wilderness. As the daughter of the Emperor of the Fire Nation, he understands the cruel situation of the human race.

The human race in the Fire Nation, with the intimidation of the Fire Nation’s Human Emperor, can still live in a relatively peaceful environment.

In the wilderness, there are tribes of ten thousand people, tribes of hundreds of thousands, and hundreds of tribes every day. Relics from ancient times, food for ferocious beasts.

Because the strength gap between the human race and the remnants of the prehistoric times is too great, hundreds of princes and nobles have now fallen into the Kunpeng Nest.

The ethnic groups to which these princes and venerables belong will probably close the mountains immediately, not only to recuperate and recuperate, but also to avoid being exterminated.

The wilderness suddenly lost so many active peak ethnic groups, and the human race naturally developed in a more peaceful environment.

Zhou Yang originally planned to send the nine-headed lion and the big red bird back to their own tribe, but both of them shook their heads and wanted to live in the Fire Country for a while.

Although there was the reason for Kunpeng’s magic, at the same time, they were also frightened by Zhou Yang’s generosity, and hundreds of princes and sages all died silently.

If it spread to the outside world, it would probably cause earth-shaking changes.

The whereabouts of Zhou Yang and Shi Hao were erratic, so they wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to get into the arms of the Fire Nation Emperor.

If something unexpected happened to their tribe, they would also ask the Fire Nation Emperor to help.

“Please!”

Zhou Yang, Huo Ling’er and the others appeared directly in the Imperial City of the Fire Nation. They sent a message to the Fire Nation Emperor, who hurriedly appeared and greeted them enthusiastically.

His eyes first glanced at Huo Ling’er, and when he found Huo Ling’er who had been reborn, his heart trembled. Zhou Yang and the others had just left for a few days and found the Kunpeng treasure.

The Human Emperor of the Fire Nation felt that he still underestimated Zhou Yang’s strength. Perhaps Zhou Yang was not a simple god, but a disciple of the supreme religion in the upper world.

When he reaches this level, he naturally knows that there is a broader and vast world above the Eight Realms.

There are countless freaks and geniuses in the upper world, and it is very possible for an unbelievable existence like Zhou Yang to appear.

“All the princes and sages who went to Kunpeng’s Nest have fallen.”

After entering a large hall, Zhou Yang sat down and said directly.

He needed to give the Fire Nation Emperor a warning. If forces such as Demon Spirit Lake, Nanyue Mountain, and Xiling Beast Mountain appeared together in the Fire Nation Imperial City one day and threatened the Fire Nation Emperor, the Fire Nation Emperor wouldn’t know what was going on. .

“Everyone… has fallen…”

The corner of the Fire Nation Emperor’s mouth twitched slightly, and soon calmed down. After all, he had seen Zhou Yang’s actions with his own eyes, and he had an idea of Zhou Yang’s strength. Some guesswork.

That is beyond the powerful strength of the venerable ones, and it is not unacceptable to destroy those princes and venerables.

It’s just that the number of people who died was too many, and the top strength of the wilderness has shrunk by at least 30 to 40%.

“Can you help me collect the eight ancient treasures? If you collect them all, I will give you this puppet that is comparable to the realm of gods as a reward.”

Zhou Yang suddenly said, and a golden light flew out of his body, sitting on the side of the Emperor of the Fire Nation. before.

A golden puppet with an indifferent expression and a formidable aura, like a killing machine, roughly possessing the strength of a perfect world god.

He thought of the “famous” reputation of the eight ancient treasures in the perfect world. Each of the eight ancient treasures was not only extremely delicious, but also very tonic to the monks.

How could Wanjielou not put this kind of special dish on the shelves?

The Emperor of the Fire Nation, “·······”.

Huo Ling’er and others, “········”.

Are you sure you don’t want to collect eight kinds of holy medicines, but collect eight ancient treasures?