Prehistoric: Twelve Golden Immortals At The Beginning Of The Game

Hearing the name of the monk surnamed Li, the countless spectators around him were shocked to the extreme:

"Ou Yezi?"

"Ou Yezi, the number one craftsman in the upper world?"

"Didn't he disappear for a long time?"

"Why do you appear here?"

Among the countless discussions, I saw Ou Yezi, with white hair and beard and messy, carrying an armor, step by step towards several people, and soon came to Huang Zun's side, raising his hand, that penetrated the strongest realm. The black light from his chest flew back into his hands by itself, it turned out to be a forging hammer.

The monk surnamed Li said in a deep voice:

"Senior Ou Yezi, why do you want to stand up for them?"

Ou Yezi directly ignored the monk surnamed Li, looked up at the sky, and said with a hoarse voice:

"Luo Su, Huang Zun, is my son."

"Can it be seen in the face of the old man, this matter is exposed?"

"What conditions do you want, just speak up."

As soon as this remark came out, everyone was in an uproar!

"Huang Zun, turned out to be Ou Yezi's son!"

"No wonder he is so accomplished in forging!"

"But why did he grow up in the Great Desolate Mountain? Why didn't Ou Yezi take action when he was hunted down by the Celestial Clan in the first place?"

There are endless discussions around, but Ou Yezi seems to be unable to hear him, just staring at the sky above.

The next moment, several figures appeared above the mountain,

The head of the person is precisely Luo Su, the Lord of the Celestial Clan.

The Lord of the Celestial Clan narrowed his eyes, looked down at Ou Yezi, and sneered:

"Give you face? Ou Yezi, don't you value yourself too much?"

"Your son's fate is fate, and my son's fate is not fate!"

"If you want me to make a request, yes, then take your son's head. This matter will be exposed."

Ou Yezi squinted:

"Then there is nothing to talk about?"

The Lord of the Celestial Clan smiled:

"What do you say?"

Ou Yezi stopped talking and didn't see how he moved. He saw that the armor on his chest turned into a stream of water flowing down his arm all over his body, putting it on by himself.

Huang Zun lay on the ground, his voice hoarse:

"Why, save me."

Ou Yezi snorted coldly:

"As a Laozi, you can't look at your son and get beaten to death."

"Don't talk nonsense, take your friends and roll back to Zhetiancheng."

As he spoke, he clenched the forging hammer in his hand, his aura suddenly skyrocketed.

The Lord of the Celestial Clan laughed and said:

"Once there is a deep love between father and son, then this seat will fulfill you. Today, you father and son, don't even want to live alone."

Huh!

As soon as the Lord of the Celestial Clan raised his hand, the white light in the sky condensed into a long sword, which he held in his hand and directly pierced Ou Yezi.

At the same time, several extreme cultivators behind him also attacked Xianghuangzun.

Ou Yezi was not afraid, and stood in front of Huang Zun, with the forging hammer in his hand swinging impenetrably, forcibly forcing a few cultivators to retreat.

Huh!

The blade of the Baimang sword stabbed on the forging hammer,

There was only a bang, and the two backed a few steps together.

The Lord of the Celestial Clan turned into a phantom, with the white mans long sword in his hand constantly hacking on Ou Yezi's body.

For a time sparks flew,

But Ou Yezi didn't seem to be hurt at all, so he smashed the sledgehammer and smashed the Lord of the Celestial Clan.

The Lord of the Celestial Clan stared at the slightly reddish armor on Ou Yezi with a gloomy face, and said solemnly:

"True Armor."

Ou Yezi directly ignored the Lord of the Celestial Clan, looked at Ziyuan and Junao who were still capable of action, and said solemnly:

"Not leaving yet!"

Only then did Ziyuan and Jun Ao react, and hurriedly led Huang Zun and the monkey towards the city of Zhetian.

"Want to go, it's not so easy!"

The Lord of the Celestial Clan's face sank, his figure disappeared in place, and Ou Yezi smashed out, directly forcing the Lord of the Celestial Clan to appear.

"Long immortal, you are looking for death!"

The Lord of the Celestial Clan was furious, and the sword in his hand slashed Ou Yezi.

Ou Yezi raised the forging hammer and fought back and forth with the Lord of the Celestial Clan. For a while, no one could do anything about it.

Seeing that Jun Ao and Zi Yuan were about to flee into the city with Monkey Huang Zun, the Lord of the Celestial Clan said in a deep voice:

"Chase!"

Behind him, a number of strongest realms shot again, chasing after Huang Zun.

Ou Yezi snorted coldly, swiped the forging hammer, and directly relied on the armor on his body to resist the attack of the Lord of the Celestial Clan, forcing him back several times.

Seeing Ou Yezi ignoring himself so much by relying on the armor body, the Lord of the Celestial Clan laughed furiously:

"Kill me!"

"I want to see how many swords your old fellow can hold!"

Swish!

While speaking, the Lord of the Celestial Clan pierced several swords in succession, splashing sparks on the armor, and the entire armor began to glow red as if it were smelted in a furnace, but it was still not damaged in the slightest.

Ou Yezi's face was gloomy, and he still smashed the forging hammer, constantly pushing back the realm monks who were trying to chase down Huang Zun.

Seeing that a few people were about to escape into Zhetian City, at this moment, a withered old man walked out of the crowd, staring at Huang Zun, and sneered:

"Finally found you for me,"

As he spoke, the withered old man disappeared directly in place and appeared behind Huang Zun, with the wooden stick in his hand facing Huang Zun's head.

Even Jun Ao Ziyuan, who was close at hand, didn't notice this change.

This withered old man was like a ghost, and no one noticed the monks present except the Lord of the Celestial Clan and Ou Yezi.

"Old dog, dare to hurt my son!"

Ou Yezi roared, disappeared instantly, appeared on top of the withered old man's head, and hit it with a hammer.

This hammer is falling, and even those who are strong in the real world have to hate on the spot.

The withered old man had to close his hand and stepped back several feet to avoid the angry blow.

He squinted at Ou Yezi, and said in a deep voice:

"Ou Yezi, it's so good for you to hide your precious son."

"Even the old man didn't notice it,"

Ou Yezi stared at the withered old man, and said solemnly:

"The old man has been withdrawing for so many years, do you still refuse to give up."

The withered old man said with a gloomy smile:

"Why don't you give up, don't you know the most?"

"As long as you hand over the fire of the sky forging, and then abolish this kid's body of sky forging, we can naturally give up."

Ou Yezi's face was gloomy:

"wishful thinking."

The withered old man shook his head:

"If you can't change the past, don't blame me, don't remember the old feelings, you will be cruel."

As he said, the wooden war in the hands of the withered old man directly pointed to Ou Yezi's chest.

Ou Yezi raised the forging hammer and smashed it at the withered old man.

The Lord of the Celestial Clan sneered and said:

"Ou Yezi, you really have a lot of enemies."

"Now, I want to see how you can protect your baby son!"

As he spoke, the Lord of the Celestial Clan flashed and appeared directly above the heads of Huang Zun.

Ou Yezi wanted to intercept, but was stopped by the withered old man:

"I can't kill the Son of Heavenly Duan. It's the same for others to kill him."

"Ou Yezi, your opponent is me."

Ou Yezi roared, but he tried his best, and still couldn't break through the blockade of the withered old man in a short time.

Can only watch the long sword in the hands of the Lord of the Celestial Clan, slashing towards Huang Zun four people.

The Lord of the Celestial Clan smiled sly, and cut down with a sword:

"die!"

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