Eternal Life: My Millennia in the Jiaofang Division

Inside the palace.

Seeing the restrictions that blocked the heaven and earth shrinking, more and more tribesmen died.

Miyu Tianqiong and the other man were so angry that they rushed out, but two quasi-gods came down and entangled them, making them unable to rescue their tribesmen.

The enemy laughed triumphantly!

The tribesmen wailed miserably!

Let despair spread among the Rain People, and many people even gave up resistance and waited for death!

"Miyu Tianqiong, what are you still struggling for? Is it useful?"

A quasi-god sneered: "I think you Rain People should hand over the treasures of the tribe obediently. At least in that way, we can leave you a complete corpse."

"Humph, since we are all dead, what difference does it make whether the corpse is complete or not? Even if I die today, I will drag you down with me."

Miyu Tianqiong roared angrily.

"Humph, you are stubborn and unyielding, and it is not a pity to die. Then I will let everyone in your tribe die without a burial place!"

The quasi-god sneered and was about to join forces with others to completely destroy the Rain People.

But at this moment, a strange and powerful force suddenly erupted from the edge of the Misty Rain Holy Lake.

Boom!

The magnificent force shook the sky, and the vast power shocked everything. It actually blocked the restriction set by more than a dozen quasi-gods in an instant, and stopped the shrinking restriction abruptly.

"What's going on?"

Not only the people of the Misty Rain Holy Lake.

At this moment, even the opponent's troops stopped fighting.

Everyone was stunned and looked in the direction where the powerful force came from.

I saw a young descendant of the Rainman tribe kneeling on the ground and panting violently next to a big tree.

His face was pale, and his hands were struggling to support the ground. Obviously, he was exhausted and was about to collapse.

But at the same time, a terrifying force emanated from his body.

This force was so powerful that even the quasi-gods present were terrified by it.

The emergence of this force firmly blocked the restriction that was close at hand, preventing it from shrinking and even more unable to hurt the young descendant.

This descendant of the Rainman tribe was naturally Zheng Jingren.

Zheng Jingren was also confused at this moment.

He raised his head and looked at the restriction behind him in disbelief, which was less than half a foot away from him, but could no longer approach him. He was horrified.

"This... What is going on? How can there be such a terrible power in my body?"

Zheng Jingren said in disbelief.

In the air, Miyu Tianqiong and Miyu Qingsong also looked at Zheng Jingren in astonishment.

Miyu Tianqiong asked in disbelief: "Is this the descendant of our Rainman tribe? What is his name? How can there be such a terrible power in his body?"

"His name is Miyu Tianluo, the tribe member who was brought back by me and was stranded outside."

Miyu Qingsong had obviously recognized Zheng Jingren.

But his eyes were also full of shock.

To be honest, since he brought Zheng Jingren back, he had never paid attention to this descendant again.

Although Miyu Qingsong did not think that Zheng Jingren was a bastard with impure blood like some people in the clan.

But to be honest, he did not think that Zheng Jingren's talent could achieve much.

So after decades, he almost forgot about this younger generation of the same clan that he brought back from outside.

But at this moment, he was really shocked.

Like everyone else, he could not believe that the power bursting out of a weak younger generation could actually block the ban set up by more than ten quasi-gods.

"It turned out to be him!"

Miyu Tianqiong suddenly realized and finally remembered who this younger generation was.

It seemed that this bloodline that was lost outside was brought back by Miyu Qingsong.

Just when most people had not recovered from the shock, a force even greater than before burst out from Zheng Jingren again.

Boom!

The terrifying power filled the universe and actually directly shattered the ban covering the Miyu Holy Lake.

Puff, puff, puff...

More than a dozen quasi-gods vomited blood and fell to the ground in a mess. They struggled for a while before they could barely stand up.

Not only were these more than a dozen quasi-gods severely injured, but all the people present who were not from the Rain People tribe knelt directly on the ground under the pressure of this force.

Their knees were deeply buried in the ground, and the whole person was trembling under the pressure of the invisible force, and they couldn't even stand up.

In an instant, the situation changed completely.

The Rain People tribe, who had been beaten without any ability to fight back, were the only ones who could still stand at the scene.

But even if they were still standing, no one from the Rain People tribe dared to be proud, let alone show the slightest expression of gloating.

Because the power that broke out from Zheng Jingren was so terrifying that they had no other thoughts at the moment, only fear.

Although... that power was not aimed at them.

At this moment, the power emanating from Zheng Jingren began to gather, and finally condensed into a phantom in the air.

The pupils of the quasi-gods shrank, and they immediately recognized the appearance of the phantom, which was the newly promoted Lord of the Holy Tree Mirror.

"Greetings, Lord!"

Regardless of friend or foe, everyone hurriedly saluted.

At the same time, everyone was surprised, how could this insignificant young descendant of the Rain People be related to the Holy Tree Mirror?

At this time, Zheng Jingren himself was also looking at the phantom above in surprise.

Although he had never seen the Holy Tree Mirror, he sensed a familiar aura from this shadow.

He would never forget this breath forever.

"Senior, is it you?" Zheng Jingren asked tentatively.

"Haha, do you recognize it?" Zhao Mu said with a smile.

"How could I not recognize you? Your aura, senior, is too familiar to this junior."

Zheng Jingren stood up with his support on the ground: "Senior, how did you come out of this junior's body?"

"This is not my true body, but just a magic power that remains in your body."

Zhao Mu smiled lightly and said: "When Japan came to see you some time ago, he knew that the Rain People would suffer a great disaster, so he left a magic power in your body in advance to protect your life."

"Thank you, senior, for saving your life. This junior is very grateful."

Zheng Jingren quickly saluted respectfully.

"You and I are old acquaintances, so we don't have to be like this."

Zhao Mu looked around: "Now it seems that my original judgment was correct. The Rainmen tribe has indeed suffered a catastrophe, and the mana left behind has been used."

"How about it, do you still want to stay in the Rain People tribe now?"

"They can't protect themselves now. Staying here won't do you any good. Why don't you come to me and I will teach you how to practice in person?"

What, teach and practice in person?

What does Holy Tree Mingjing mean by this? Does he want to accept this descendant of the Rain People as his disciple?

How virtuous and capable is this descendant of the Yuren clan, that he can have such an opportunity?

At this moment, not only the enemies who came to destroy Misty Rain Holy Lake, but also the other Yu tribesmen in Misty Rain Holy Lake felt strong jealousy towards Zheng Jingren.

Everyone wants to replace him.

After all, that is the master!

How many people in this world want to become a master, but never get it?

Why can't such a good thing happen to me?