I’ve Got Trillion Myth Genes

After Qin Hao took out the ghost wine.

Uncle Dugu's eyes lit up immediately.

"My boy, this kind of wine is very rare."

Uncle Dugu took the altar of ghost wine, took a sip, and said, "Come, let's drink together."

Qin Hao laughed and said, "Okay."

He took out two wine glasses and filled them up with the ghost wine.

"There is another guy, let him come out too." Uncle Dugu suddenly said.

"What?" Qin Hao was taken aback.

"I didn't expect that after so many years, you are still alive."

Shang suddenly spoke up.

But it didn't speak in Qin Hao's mind.

Instead, it flew directly from the Nether Shrine in Qin Hao's dantian.

The hundred-foot-long black dragon body turned into a young man in a black robe.

Shang turned into a human form and sat beside Qin Hao and Uncle Dugu.

Shang looked at Qin Hao and grinned, "I didn't expect you, Xiao Haozi, to know this guy."

Qin Hao felt more and more mysterious about Uncle Dugu.

One must know that even a high-ranking figure like the Twelve Holy Lords of the Heavenly Sword Sect failed to discover Shang.

But Uncle Dugu noticed it in an instant.

Moreover, this person and Yilong seem to know each other.

Qin Hao knew that Shang was a creature from the Eternal Era.

The two of them don't know what the intersection is.

"This guy is very perverted." Shang took a sip of Nether magic wine, and said to Qin Hao with some regret.

Qin Hao looked a little weird and nodded.

A person who can make an existence like Shang evaluate "perverted\

,"That must be very perverted.

Qin Hao looked at Uncle Dugu, watching the old man drinking wine, with a look of hope in his eyes.

"This altar of wine is good, okay, this time I will show you that sword again."

Uncle Dugu was slightly drunk, and suddenly held the rusty sword behind Qin Hao in his hand.

"what?"

Uncle Dugu held the Rusty Sword, as if he had discovered something, he gave a soft surprise.

"It turned out to be this sword."

Uncle Dugu murmured, but Qin Hao didn't hear it.

"Kid Qin Hao, look carefully. This sword is the same as the previous one, but it is different."

Uncle Dugu let out a long roar.

He rushed to the sky suddenly, and slashed towards the sky with a sword.

"Crack!"

Immediately, an extremely terrifying scene appeared in the whole world.

The dark sky was unexpectedly cut with a white mark by a sword.

It was like the entire sky was split into two halves.

Qin Hao's eyes were very shocked.

The sky is unattainable.

But at this moment, in front of Uncle Dugu, it is within reach.

His sword almost cut the sky open.

"This guy is even scarier than before." Shang smacked his mouth and continued drinking.

Qin Hao was standing in place at this time, as if caught in the charm of the sword just now.

Uncle Dugu's extreme sword before was full of killing intent.

But at this time, Uncle Dugu's sword is still the ultimate sword.

But the charm is completely different from the previous two swords.

This sword gave Qin Hao the feeling that it was an infinite possibility.

Kendo is endless.

"This kid has a good understanding."

Uncle Dugu stepped down from the sky and put the Rusty Sword in the sheath on Qin Hao's back.

At this time, Qin Hao had already fallen into an epiphany, and stood there, motionless.

Shang looked at Uncle Dugu with complicated eyes, and said, "Have you found Fairy Linglong?"

But Uncle Dugu, who had an open-minded and calm face, immediately changed slightly when he heard Shang's question.

"I didn't find it. I slaughtered the entire Little Demon Realm, but I didn't find any trace of her."

Uncle Dugu said softly.

"Slaughtered the entire Little Devil Realm?"

When Shang heard this, his eyes were slightly startled.

But immediately, he didn't ask any more questions.

The two of them were like a dragon, just so silent.

...

The next morning.

Qin Hao woke up from his epiphany.

He took a deep breath, and he already had a lot of understanding about Uncle Dugu's sky-shattering sword in his mind.

His artistic conception of kendo has been greatly sublimated at this moment.

"Before I knew it, I had surpassed the Sword Emperor and stepped into the realm of the Sword Master."

Qin Hao could feel that his swordsmanship was definitely comparable to a sword master now.

"I don't know what level Master Dugu has reached in the realm of swordsmanship? Sword master? Sword emperor? Or the legendary sword god realm?"

Qin Hao looked around and found that at some point, Uncle Dugu had already left.

On the stone table in the house, there are eight vigorous characters: Goodbye by fate, and practice hard.

Shang had already returned to the Nether Shrine in Qin Hao's body at this time.

"You are lucky to get this guy's true biography, Xiao Haozi."

Shang highly respects Uncle Dugu.

However, Shang kept silent about Uncle Dugu's past.

Qin Hao didn't ask too much.

He knew that when his cultivation reached that level one day, he would naturally understand everything.

Qin Hao was very grateful for Uncle Dugu's help.

So Uncle Dugu asked him to worship in the Temple of the Son of Heaven, the most declining of the Twelve Holy Halls, and he chose the Hall of the Son of Heaven without hesitation.

He knew that there was no need for such a transcendent existence as Uncle Dugu to deceive himself.

He must have his own considerations.

Maybe, there is something I need in the Palace of the Son of Heaven.

Next, the news that Qin Hao was summoned by the Twelve Holy Masters inevitably spread throughout the Heavenly Sword Sect.

Countless rookie disciples couldn't understand why a guy who took a chance to become a rookie king would be so valued by the upper echelons of the sect.

Everyone is envious and jealous.

But what surprised countless novice disciples was.

Qin Hao didn't choose other powerful churches.

Instead, he chose the Temple of the Son of Heaven, which is now in great decline.

"Maybe, he knows that he is not talented enough, so he dare not enter the powerful temple, so he will be bullied by the disciples of those powerful temples."

Many people think that must be the truth.

However, Qin Hao didn't care about these voices at all.

At this time, Qin Hao had already left the Huanggu Temple and came to Tianzi Mountain where the Tianzi Temple was located.

Tianzi Mountain is a mountain range composed of nine sword peaks.

It is the area where the Temple of Heaven is located.

The nine mountain peaks are like nine sharp swords, piercing the sky, majestic and domineering.

However, today's Tianzi Mountain is sparsely populated and the atmosphere is desolate and desolate.

But the Temple of the Son of Heaven is one of the Twelve Holy Halls after all, and among the three hundred main halls of the Heavenly Sword Sect, it is a super giant.

At this time, Qin Hao stepped forward, and still saw many newcomer disciples, shuttling on the nine sword peaks of Tianzi Mountain.

Now that Qin Hao entered the Temple of Heaven, he can only be regarded as an outer disciple.

To become an inner sect disciple, one must participate in the inner sect competition.

Even if he is summoned by the Twelve Holy Masters, he cannot directly become a saint.

Qin Hao practiced in Tianzi Mountain for three full days.

What surprised him a little was that Feng Xiaoqian, the proud daughter of heaven in the top domain, also came to the Palace of Heaven.

"You didn't come to this declining church because of me, did you?" Qin Hao asked.

"No, I'm very interested in the inheritance of the Temple of Heaven." Feng Xiaoqian blushed pretty and explained like this.

The following days were very peaceful.

Qin Hao was finally able to calm down and stabilized all his various cultivations.

On this day, on the first sword peak of Tianzi Mountain.

Qin Hao stepped on the top of the mountain and was absorbing the purple energy coming from the east.

"Senior Brother Qin Hao, it's not good. Our newcomer disciples in Tianzishan were surrounded by a group of old disciples, who said they would collect protection fees and ask us to hand over half of the newcomer benefits."

A rookie disciple suddenly flew from outside Tianzi Mountain in a panic.

"Golden Lion Hall?"

Qin Hao's eyes moved.

He knew this disciple. He was a newcomer disciple who was also selected into the Temple of Heaven in the past few days. He came from a three-star domain.

Feng Xiaoqian came here from not far away.

The girl's beautiful eyes were full of coldness, and she said: "The Golden Lion Hall is a force composed of powerful old disciples from the 'Golden Lion Hall' in the three hundred main halls. The Emperor's Palace is wild."

"It's not that the owner of our Temple of Heaven has disappeared. It has been very declining these years. In the eyes of many people, the Hall of Heaven is not considered the Twelve Holy Halls at all, and it is not even comparable to the main halls other than the Twelve Holy Halls."

Several newcomer disciples from the Temple of Heaven walked around, all of them downcast.

Qin Hao's eyes flickered slightly, and said: "Let's go and have a look together. The glory of the church is not so easily insulted."