Tiangong Creation Beast

Chapter 166 The layout of the year

Her enemies are not one emperor, but nine. Although it is not clear whether these nine emperors have been lost over the years, the number is not small. At least the Holy Emperor and the Blood Emperor are still there.

Xunfeng was silent. He remembered that when he met Lu Qian, Lu Qian seemed to be a quasi-emperor, and his strength was not much different from that guy ten thousand years ago.

People who have not made progress in the past ten thousand years really cannot help them much.

The decline of the Tiangong clan back then was inevitable. They were too strong and caused too much fear.

Heaven doesn't want to keep them, so how can they keep them?

The young patriarch is the only chance of survival for the Tiangong clan calculated by Priest Liu. She is not the kind of dodder who relies on men at all.

She is strong, she is confident, and she is the king of her own world.

The young patriarch really does not need to be dependent on a man to be born, and it is impossible for him to be dependent on a man and pin his own destiny and the destiny of the Tiangong clan on the illusory love.

"I'm sorry, Young Patriarch, it was my fault." Xunfeng lowered his head, his tone a bit ashamed.

"It's okay, I have a good relationship with him, and I can't blame you for this." Tian Qing's expression was indifferent with a hint of coldness. After all, she was different from the quirky, trouble-making young patriarch of the past.

Twenty years in Yunyue City with Yuntianqing have settled her soul, leaving her with gentleness and calmness, and wearing away her restless heart.

The blood feud of the Tiangong clan, the elder friend who died for the continuation of the race, cast a haze in her lively and clear heart, and some of her innocence and simplicity of youth and ignorance faded away.

Only when those sky-blue eyes blink, bringing out agility and cunning, can people feel that this is still the young patriarch of the Tiangong clan in their memories.

"Where is Qi Qi?" Tian Qing put one hand behind her waist and glanced at Cang Qing with her sky-blue eyes.

Cang Qing is the core one among the Qingmo Creation Beasts. It is always right to ask him about everything.

"I'll take you there." Cang Qing looked at Tian Qing and sighed in her heart, with a doting and gentle smile still on her face.

If he could, he would rather Tian Qing was still the eccentric young patriarch who always caused trouble for them, rather than the girl who is now burdened with too much and dare not pursue love.

But no.

As the young patriarch of the Tiangong clan, and the only hope for the Tiangong clan to thrive, Tian Qing's identity destined her to never be what she once was.

Tian Qing nodded slightly, thought for a moment and then added: "There is also Xue Yan, the young man with a pair of blood eyes."

"Young Patriarch, are you too concerned about those two people? Are they reliable?" Cang Qing suddenly stopped halfway up. He turned to look at Tian Qing and asked very seriously.

"Reliable, they are all old friends." Tian Qing smiled. Seeing the slight confusion in his green eyes, he was stunned for a moment before smiling and said, "I forgot, you don't know them."

"Qi Qi is a disciple of the Great Elder. As for Xue Mu, he is a close disciple of the Third Elder." Tian Qing explained that she did not come to Ten Thousand Years Later alone. She was followed by Priest Liu who carefully selected

Nine people came out.

Cang Qing, the only disciple of the great elder, knew that the gloomy young man had never shown his face, and the only impression everyone had of him was his cold and terrifying temperament.

As for the third elder's disciple, he is also a very mysterious master, and no one knows what he looks like.

Cang Qing indeed only heard his name but never saw him.

Thinking of what the young patriarch said now, he understood why those people were so mysterious.

It turns out it was all preparation for today.

Priest Liu and the others have done a lot for the Tiangong clan without anyone knowing, and all of this is destined not to be publicized.

(End of chapter)