Fantasy: I Can See The Rewards

"So many Martial Emperors!?"

Zhiyi Daoist's face was changing, and deep fear and doubt flashed in his eyes, "Since there are so many Martial Emperors, why has the Martial God Palace always been in a corner for so many years?"

Jiang Han was speechless.

He glanced at the many Martial Emperors, his eyes half-squinted.

These people are indeed Martial Emperors, but their state at this time is very special. They are in a state of "death", seemingly alive but not dead, and seemingly dead but not dead!

simply speaking.

They should have died long ago, but they continued their lives in some special way.

"Holy Fire Martial Emperor!"

Zhiyi Daoist looked at a Martial Emperor with a purple-gold flame mark between his eyebrows, and whispered: "There was a peerless Martial Emperor 30,000 years ago. Legend has it that he has stepped into the realm of Martial God, and Ascension left. Unexpectedly Will appear~ here.”

"This is...an ancestor of my Sword Sect, Fei-Hong Sword Emperor?"

Zhiyi Daoist looked at the other person, his expression slightly changed.

The Sword Sect has been able to exist for hundreds of thousands of years, and naturally many Martial Emperors have been born. Feihong Sword Emperor is the leader of a certain generation of the Sword Sect. Twenty thousand years ago, he had a shocking battle with another Monster Emperor, and both of them disappeared. !

There is also his portrait on the Jianzong's genealogy.

He is actually here too.

"Emperor Celestial Beast, as expected, this one is here too."

Zhiyi Daoist took a deep breath.

According to legend, the Monster Emperor who fought against the Feihong Sword Emperor of the Sword Sect was the Celestial Beast Emperor, and his true form was said to be the Celestial Leopard!

"Meteor Martial Emperor, Qingfeng Monster Emperor, Qingyou Empress, Blood Flame Demon Emperor..."

Zhiyi Daoist became more and more shocked the more he looked at it.

At the same time, he became increasingly fearful of the Martial God Palace.

Each of these Martial Emperors she recognized was a being who left a great name in history. They were all said to be extremely talented and could rule the world for a lifetime.

There are only a few surviving portraits, and Zhiyi Daoist has seen more than thirty of them!

There are many more whose origins are unknown.

One can imagine.

Those Martial Emperors whose origins are unknown are probably even older than that, and they are estimated to have existed even hundreds of thousands of years ago, or even hundreds of thousands of years ago.

"Did they join the Martial God Temple on their own initiative?"

The thought flashed through Daoist's mind, but was quickly dismissed.

impossible!

Just like the Feihong Sword Emperor of the Sword Sect, according to the records of the Sword Sect, he suddenly disappeared after the battle with the Celestial Beast Emperor. There was no news, and he did not even return to the Sword Sect.

"The famous Martial Emperors in history are all here."

Zhiyi Daoist's eyes were extremely solemn, and he sent a message: "Fellow Daoist, be careful! These Martial Emperors are definitely not coming here on their own initiative. Their aura is really weird, like life and death."

"I know."

Jiang Han nodded slightly.

Naturally, he had already checked it with the system.

In fact.

Since arriving here, Jiang Han has used the system to check almost every step he takes. This is indeed the site of the ancient heaven. "Qing Yanzi is indeed uneasy and well-intentioned.

But the reason why he dared to enter the hall was because the system's detection result was:

No life risk!

That is to say.

There may be some kind of crisis here, but Jiang Han's trump card is enough to resolve the crisis. Otherwise, how could he step into this "Chaohui Hall" so easily?

The Chaohui Hall is the legendary meeting place where the Jade Emperor, the Great Emperor, held meetings, similar to the Jinluan Hall in the mortal world.

At first glance.

These Martial Emperors seem to be having a meeting here

This thought flashed through Jiang Han's mind.

He looked forward. At the highest point of the hall, on a golden dragon chair, a majestic figure was sitting. He was wearing a golden robe and a golden crown, and his face could not be seen clearly.

Beside that figure, there were also two Jin Shen figures standing.

"This figure......"

Jiang Han's eyes narrowed slightly, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Sudden.

One of them yelled loudly, his voice like thunder, blasting in his ears, and said: "Why don't you kneel down to see the Heavenly Emperor?"

………Please give me flowers…

"Heavenly Emperor?"

Jiang Han's expression did not change, he stared at the figure and said calmly:

"What I know about Heavenly Emperors is that there is a Heavenly Emperor from the Ancient Era named Emperor Jun, there is also a Heavenly Emperor from the Ancient Era called Haotian God, and there are also five Heavenly Emperors, Azure Emperor, Chidi, Yellow Emperor, Yandi, Profound Emperor, and the Heavenly Emperor you mentioned, Which one is it?"

Silence fell in the hall.

Zhiyi Daoist looked strange. Although she inherited certain inheritances, she had no memory of these things.

How did Jiang Han know about things in the ancient and ancient times?

She has never heard of these titles of Heavenly Emperor.

"presumptuous!"

The golden-armored figure stepped forward and appeared in front of Jiang Han. He reached out and grabbed it, "How dare a mere mortal talk about the name of Heavenly Emperor?"

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boom!

Jiang Han sneered, raised his hand to grab the other person's arm, and then pulled hard. A terrifying force exploded, knocking him to the ground and stepping on his face.

boom!

The spiritual power under his feet exploded, and the golden-armored figure exploded, turning into broken yellow paper all over the ground.

"It turns out to be a puppet."

On the side, Zhiyi Daoist suddenly realized.

"It's just a paper-cut of the Yellow Turban Hercules made through magic sacrifice. It's just a small trick to deceive people who don't know the truth."

Jiang Han flicked his fingers, and a sword light burst out from his fingers, instantly piercing the brow of another figure in golden armor. With a pop, it turned into a piece of yellow paper and fell to the ground.

"Come right out!"

Jiang Han strode forward while looking around indifferently and said:

"Is it possible that the existence of the half-step Martial God is still afraid of the two of us, a Martial Saint and a Martial Emperor? Or are you afraid of the corpse of the Xiaoyao Martial Emperor?"

There was a brief silence.

A grand and indifferent voice resounded in the hall: "Didn't you already see me?"

"oh?"

Jiang Han walked ten meters in front of the figure, paused in his steps, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly: "Are you trying to say that the corpse I saw at this time is your hand?"