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This is another existence whose strength is difficult to estimate. At least, it is certain that it is definitely the same as the Prison Ancestor, surpassing the Great Transformation in the Sky.

Wang Xuan observed the time and space he was in at this moment. He was surrounded by white light. In this white light, he smelled a sacred aura, which was similar to the aura of the white light curtain that came to isolate him from the Prison Ancestor before.

"Holy breath, could it be..." Wang Xuan thought of an existence, but he was not sure for the moment.

Being able to save himself and Xuanniao from the Prison Ancestor, such a being would definitely not be inferior to the Prison Ancestor.

"Your Excellency, are you...sacred?" Wang Xuan finally spoke after hesitation.

Among the ten first-generation gods, Green Dragon and Red Ghost are only at the peak of the Great Transformation of Heaven. Jiufeng can reach the level of Great Transformation in Heaven, but they are far from being able to compete with the Prison Ancestor.

Among the ten first-generation gods, only the top three first-generation gods can be compared with beings like the Prison Ancestor.

In addition, Wang Xuan felt a sacred aura, and he thought of the second-ranked sacred.

"good……"

In this white light full of divine majesty, Youdao's consciousness fluctuated and responded to him.

The black bird was so shocked that it lay down long ago. Facing the legendary holiness, it felt shocked and did not even dare to raise its head.

Wang Xuan stared at the place where the fluctuations of consciousness came from. As the white light gradually gathered there, he finally saw clearly. There was a tall figure sitting cross-legged. His whole body was exuding bursts of sacred light. Looking at his face , is a very handsome middle-aged man.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, it would be hard for Wang Xuan to believe that this handsome middle-aged man was the most sacred among the ten first-generation gods.

According to legend, nine of the ten first-generation gods have fallen, and only Shen Sheng is still alive.

"Did you just save me?" Facing this legendary first-generation god, Wang Xuan did not dare to be rude and asked cautiously.

The handsome middle-aged man nodded and said: "With the appearance of the Hell Ancestor, the Hell Legion will definitely start another war. This battle is inevitable. You are the son of the Mother Goddess and you have the responsibility to protect the Mother Goddess."

Before, Wang Xuan only guessed that the black shadow was the Prison Ancestor, but now through the mouth of the handsome middle-aged man, he was sure that the black shadow was really the legendary Prison Ancestor.

"Guardian Mother Goddess?" Wang Xuan was slightly startled.

"Yes... we are all the sons of the Mother Goddess, and it is our duty to protect the Mother Goddess." The handsome middle-aged man's eyes shot out two divine lights, staring at Wang Xuan, and said: "You are the last child of the Mother Goddess, Your appearance is not accidental, but has important significance..."

Wang Xuan frowned slightly and said: "It is said that in the past, the Hell Ancestor once betrayed the Mother Goddess with half of the guardians and law enforcers. In the end, he failed and fell into hell and became the ancestor of hell... This legend is true. ?"

The handsome middle-aged man nodded and said: "Yes, they failed last time, and they will fail this time too..."

Just as he said this, he suddenly stopped again, raised his head slightly, and saw that the top of the time and space shrouded in white light suddenly became dark, followed by billowing darkness, pressing down downwards.

"I didn't expect you could catch me here." The handsome middle-aged man sighed slightly.

Wang Xuan looked at a black figure appearing in the darkness above. The black figure landed downwards. Wang Xuan quickly saw clearly that the black figure was made of countless black gears. There were twelve black wings on its back. The whole body was pitch black. Look. It looks like a twelve-winged dark fallen angel.

"God Lord, I didn't expect you to come back alive. No wonder you can find my location." The handsome middle-aged man said, with a hint of embarrassment in his tone: "Among the guardians who betrayed me back then, I think you are the least likely to betray me. , but I really can’t believe... I misjudged you."

The twelve-winged dark angel known as the God Lord spoke, his voice was a little low, and he said slowly: "Holy, you are ranked second among the ten sons of the Mother Goddess, and I am also ranked second among the ten guardians. One of us is Divine Lord, one is divine, you say... between the two of us, in a fair fight, who is stronger?"

The handsome middle-aged man suddenly smiled lightly and said: "What do you think? We are the sons of the Mother Goddess. You... are just created by the Mother Goddess... No matter how strong you are, you only exist to protect us. Without us, you would not even be able to survive." There is no point in existence.”

After listening to the handsome middle-aged man's words, the twelve black wings behind the Lord were swaying slightly. They seemed calm, but Wang Xuan could sense that the Lord's heart was fluctuating violently.

"Just because you, the sons of the Mother Goddess, have such thoughts...that's why we betrayed."

"Holy, do you really think you are definitely nobler than me?" The Divine Lord suddenly made a terrible sound, and the twelve black wings behind him spread out together, and the space and time were suddenly submerged in darkness.

The handsome middle-aged man said nothing, but raised his hands in the air. White sacred light was released from his body. Two kinds of light, one black and one white, intertwined and confronted each other in mid-air.

One is ranked second among the top ten guardians, and the other is ranked second among the top ten first-generation gods. Now that they are starting to fight, it seems to be a simple confrontation between black and white light, but Wang Xuan found out after careful observation. The so-called black and white light is actually composed of countless small black and white gears.

These gears are so tiny that they are difficult to detect even with the naked eye.

Wang Xuan's consciousness captured and sensed this scene, and a kind of shock arose in his heart.

They actually control such tiny gears, or in other words, they are originally composed of such tiny gears. Their confrontation is the confrontation between these two gears with different colors.

Although these gears are so tiny that they are difficult to see with the naked eye, in this confrontation, from a microscopic perspective, this is an unimaginably grand war.

In order to destroy the opponent's gears, since these gears fight alone and die together, they will also join forces with each other to defeat the few with more, and kill one of the opponent's gears first with numerical advantage.

Such a war can be considered to be of a grand scale, but from a macro perspective, it is just a confrontation between two different colors of divine light, a confrontation between the combat power of the Divine Lord and the Divine.

In a short period of time, both sides have not exhausted their full strength and are testing the depths.

Finally, the black light gradually became more intense, indicating that the God Lord began to use his true power.

The Holy Spirit was not to be outdone, and the white light became more intense.

Wang Xuan and Xuanniao were protected by the sacred light. Wang Xuan witnessed the confrontation between the two sides and understood that his current strength was not enough to fight them.

"It seems that apart from the leader of the prison lord, the second-ranked divine lord among the guardians is equally terrifying, and can actually be on par with the divine."

Wang Xuan saw this and was secretly shocked. The five betrayed guardians were each stronger than the last. The divine master who caught up could already fight against the divine. What if a more powerful prison ancestor came? Isn't it unstoppable?

Just as this thought came to his mind, suddenly the time and space around him and Xuanniao fluctuated, and the sacred voice sounded in his mind again.

"I know that your destination is Biluo Huangquan, so I will send you there. This Biluo Huangquan is a place that even hell is afraid of. Please be careful when entering Biluo Huangquan."

Following this sound, the space-time fluctuations around Wang Xuan and Xuanniao suddenly became violent, and then he and Xuanniao were swallowed by the space-time fluctuations.

Wang Xuanneng felt that time and space were passing by. It was conceivable that the sacred general and his black bird were sent into a time and space similar to a wormhole, where space jumps could be made, and unimaginable time and space could be crossed in an instant.

When the surrounding time and space fluctuations disappeared, Wang Xuan saw a white exit. When he and Xuanniao passed through the white exit, the surrounding time and space fluctuations disappeared, and they appeared in a normal time and space.

At this moment, he could no longer see the confrontation between the Divine and the Divine Lord, nor could he see the boundless dark hell, but a piece of green grass.

Looking at the green grass, then looking up, he saw the dark and lightless sky. Could it be said that the dark and lightless sky was the dark hell, and this endless green grassland was the blue-falling underworld he wanted to come to?

"Yes...here...is...Biluo...Yellow Spring..."

As if sensing Wang Xuan's thoughts, a sacred voice suddenly sounded in his mind again.

It's just that this time the sound became extremely subtle and intermittent. It seemed that the Holy Spirit was far away from him in time and space. When it sent the sound over again, even if it was as powerful as the Holy Spirit, it could not maintain the stability of the sound transmitted, so it became intermittent.

Hearing the sacred voice, Wang Xuan was shocked by the power of the sacred and these heaven-reaching methods, and he was even more excited because he arrived at Biluo Huangquan.

Ever since he learned about Biluo Huangquan, Wang Xuan has been dreaming of entering it. He had a hunch that in Biluo Huangquan, he might really be able to find the true bodies of Warcraft and Huangquan.

After seeing the strength of the Prison Ancestor, the Holy One, and the Divine Lord, Wang Xuan became more and more eager to obtain the true remains of these two beasts. He wanted to refine them as soon as possible to improve himself. He wanted to become stronger.

"They have all surpassed Dahua in the Sky. No, they should be more powerful than this... I refined the energy of the space worm, and my divinity broke through into Dahua in the Sky, but the energy in my body is probably even greater than that of Dahua in the Sky." The peak of the sky is not as good as mine, but if you encounter them, you can be crushed."

Wang Xuan believes that no one in Dahua is his opponent in the sky, and his strength even surpasses Dahua in the sky. "Unfortunately... no matter whether it is the Prison Ancestor, the Holy One or the God Lord, it is not as simple as surpassing Dahua in the sky. I We must find the true remains of Huangquan and Warcraft before we can fight against them."

Wang Xuan glanced at the green grassland around him. According to what the Holy One said, this blue underworld was very dangerous. Not even the Dark Legion of Hell would enter casually. Now that he was sent in by the Holy One, were the true remains of the Underworld and the World of Warcraft there? this world?

Wang Xuan sat down cross-legged and closed his eyes. The power of the underworld and the magical beast in his body was activated, and two phantoms appeared around him, looming.

Wang Xuan closed his eyes and began to concentrate on sensing the aura of underworld and monsters, hoping to find something.

Wang Xuan's current sense of consciousness has a very wide range. With this induction, he immediately captured a faint aura belonging to Huang Quan.

This made Wang Xuan immediately excited.

Unexpectedly, just after entering Biluo Huangquan, he actually felt the aura of Huangquan.

If there is a breath of Huang Quan, there is no doubt that it must be Huang Quan's true body.

"That direction." Wang Xuan's eyes shot out two divine lights. With a thought, he moved an unknown distance in an instant and arrived at the time and space remembered by his thought.

Below is still the endless green grass, and above is the same pitch-black sky, and the aura of the underworld that Wang Xuan can sense has become very close.

"Yellow Spring...city?"