Mystic God-level Emperor System

"Really the peak of Yuan Nirvana..."

"If we don't work harder, we can only fall behind in this era..."

Everyone looked at Su Han with complicated expressions.

"Are you all here?"

Su Han stood up and stretched his muscles, smiled and nodded to everyone.

Just as Lin Qin was about to speak, he suddenly felt creepy all over his body, and a palpitating aura fell on him.

That's Su Han's eyes!

Su Han just glanced at him and let his next words go back to his stomach, unable to be said!

"Brother Su, what happened here, the scene just now, and your sudden surge in cultivation..."

A look of curiosity appeared on Bai Jingfeng's face.

"I don't know, maybe this place likes me."

Su Han smiled.

Everyone's expressions became strange, but seeing that Su Han didn't want to talk, they wouldn't ask any more questions.

Whether it was Bai Jingfeng or Su Wenchong or the others, it was because of Su Han that they had the chance to escape from the confinement of the Death Forest.

This favor must be remembered.

"By the way, Brother Su, this is also a child of your Su family."

Bai Jingfeng pointed at Su Wenchong.

"Are you also from the Su family? A side branch of the main vein?"

Su Han looked at Su Wenchong, a little surprised.

"Main vein..."

Su Wenchong said.

"What's your seniority?"

Su Han said.

"Literary generation..."

Su Wenchong had a very strange feeling. The opponent must be his junior, but the opponent was actually the peak Yuan Nie Martial King.

Not only that, the other party's qualifications made him feel a little ashamed. In his time, he was considered the leader among the Su family's literary generation.

There is no one at the same level who can match him. Even in Fengyun Jiuzhou, there are only a handful of people who can match him.

"Senior scholar, then you should recognize Su Wenyue and Su Wentai?"

Su Han smiled.

"I recognize them. These two are a little younger than me. When I was trapped here, they had just been promoted to the early stage of concentration."

Su Wenchong nodded.

After a pause, he asked curiously: "What level of cultivation do they have now?"

"It's broken."

Su Han said.

"Nirvana is broken..."

Su Wenchong's expression changed, and then he smiled bitterly and said: "Oh, what a great change, both of them are dead..."

Suddenly, Su Wenchong felt something was wrong and asked quickly: "After all these years, there has been no new Dharma minister in the main line?"

"No."

Su Han shook his head slightly.

Everyone's expressions became a little weird, and they wanted to mock Su Wenchong, but because of Su Han, they held back their words.

Since the Su family was expelled from Zhongzhou, their cultivation resources have indeed become less abundant than before. As a result, the subsequent disciples have become increasingly scarce in resources and their qualifications have generally declined.

…

In the following months, Su Han has been consolidating his cultivation at the peak of Yuan Nirvana.

This time, because he obtained the gray cloak, the fire became more complete, causing all the gray mist in the entire Death Forest to be absorbed by Su Han, which made his cultivation level rise to several small realms in succession, and his foundation was also loosened.

If you don't consolidate it properly, it's easy for your cultivation to regress due to an unstable foundation when you fight with others with all your strength.

Others are basically in no mood to run around, they are all waiting for the time limit for the Divine Transformation Domain to arrive and return to Fengyun Jiuzhou.

One day, everyone seemed to feel something, and they disappeared in an instant, standing on top of a white-capped snow-capped mountain.

Su Han and others were the first to show up, followed by Yuanshen Realm, Soul Gathering Realm, Condensing Spirit Realm, and a large group of martial masters and geniuses gathered together!

The Dharma ministers present had been waiting for a long time, but when they saw the scene in front of them clearly, they all froze on the spot.

There were clearly only a few dozen Martial Lords who set foot in the Divine Transformation Realm this time. Why did there suddenly appear to be a whole... seven or eight hundred Divine Transformation Realm Martial Lords?

Where did these people come from?

Li Daochu, Zhan Gui, Smiling Bones, Sad Ganghe, Li Yunxiao and other powerful Dharma figures all showed a look of surprise and uncertainty.

"Sure enough, there have been some changes outside."

Ming Ge looked around and saw that they were all unfamiliar faces, and there was no familiar face to be found.

But soon, her eyes met someone's, and the two looked at each other in silence for more than ten breaths.

"Mingge...senior sister?"

Mo Wuxie's voice was a little hoarse.

"Junior Brother Wuxie, I heard that you have condensed the Dharma? Do you think I am dead? I am still alive, are you surprised?"

Ming Ge smiled.

Junior brother? Senior sister?

Everyone looked at Mo Wuxie with astonishment on their faces.

What exactly is going on?

Why did Mo Wuxie call this woman senior sister? The opponent is just a god-turned-warlord...

"Mingge...wait a minute, you were the original walker of the Seven Saints Academy? How is this possible! You died in the Divine Transformation Domain many years ago!"

One of the Dharma ministers looked at Ming Ge in shock.

"Sister, are you really not dead?"

Mo Wuxie moved and disappeared from the same place. When he reappeared, he was already in front of Ming Ge.

"Of course I'm not dead, but if you hadn't let Mr. Su come in to find me this time, I would still be trapped in the forest of death. It would be the same as death."

Ming Ge smiled and handed the jade pendant to Mo Wuxie, "I gave it to you, please keep it well."

Trapped in the forest of death?

The scene suddenly became extremely quiet.

Li Yunxiao, the master of White Tiger Academy, glanced around, and finally, he saw Li Hai!

"Stinky, brat?"

Li Yunxiao murmured in disbelief.

Li Hai glanced at Bai Jingfeng and others awkwardly, then hugged Li Yunxiao and said, "Father, I haven't seen you for many years. Are you okay?"

Next, a family recognition meeting was held on the spot.

"Junior brother! You are not dead either!"

"Sister, I miss you so much!"

"Master, you are still so young. You didn't expect that after so many years, your disciple would have become a Martial King, right?"

Li Daoyuan walked up to Li Daochu, looked him up and down, and said with a complex expression: "You are already a quasi-emperor, but I am still a god-turned-warlord."

"Cousin, you are lucky to be able to come out alive. It seems that your lifespan has not been lost at all. You are still the same age as when you first entered the realm of divine transformation. These two hundred years have not left any trace on you and them. Leave traces.”

There was still a hint of surprise in Li Daochu's eyes.

Even the Emperor of Heaven cannot stop the passage of longevity, and those who deserve to die of old age will still die of old age.

But Li Daoyuan and this group of people were exactly the same as when they entered the Divine Transformation Realm. They had not changed much at all. This was beyond his cognitive scope.

The former geniuses who survived this disaster have basically found familiar acquaintances, and even if not, they have found warriors in their own sect.

There are only a few people who appear lonely, such as Xifeng of the Han Dynasty and monk Zeyun of Daleiyin Temple.

"Dragon Jue, it's really you..."

Gu smiled with a solemn expression.

"You've also received Dharma? That's amazing."

After Long Jue recognized Gu Han's smile, a flash of sarcasm and a hint of displeasure flashed in his eyes.

"Where's the Bone Demon?" Gu Hanxiao's expression suddenly changed. He glanced around, but there was still no sign of the Bone Demon, and his expression suddenly became extremely ugly.