Chapter Two Thousand Two Hundred and Thirteen: The Place of the Fall

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"Senior Wannian Xuangui!?"

The visitor was discovered by Ling Xiao in the ruins, and was brought back to the Wannian Xuan turtle in the imperial city of the Huangyuan Empire.

For this thousand-year-old tortoise, who said that it has lived for thousands of years, and may even live for tens of thousands of years, it is understandable that Qi Le called the previous senior.

However, what surprised Qi Le was the coercive intensity of the Wannian Xuan Turtle at this time.

It is actually the same as the Dragon King, and even better.

The pinnacle of the powerhouse level!

what's going on?

Are these guys who have lived for thousands of years a bunch of monsters?

However, the cultivation realm of the giant dragon holy king is unfathomable, so that is normal.

After all, it is the only dragon among the dragon race who has condensed the supreme throne and ascended the throne of the holy king.

Even a wisp of remnant soul, after reshaping the dragon body, can have the power of the peak of the powerhouse level, which is normal.

But when the Wannian Xuan Turtle was still in the ruins, it was only at the peak of the heroic cultivation realm.

Why did he suddenly jump to the realm of the peak of the powerhouse level!

This is too far!

"So you're here too, Manager Qi."

"I really didn't expect your cultivation realm to be so high, stronger than what the old man had guessed at the beginning."

Wannian Xuangui heard the sound, looked up at Qi Le, and said with a smile.

Obviously, the memory of this human race is still fresh.

I have to say that when he was in the ruins, the impression that Qi Le left on Wannian Xuangui was too deep.

After all, with the system in place, even the Mysterious Tortoise of Ten Thousand Years cannot see through Qi Le's true cultivation realm.

So at that time, Wannian Xuangui had guessed that Qi Le should be a powerhouse-level almighty.

However, looking at it now, I am afraid it is not just the ordinary powerhouse level.

It is a real powerhouse-level pinnacle.

"Senior Wannian Xuangui, your change really shocked me."

Qi Le was quite speechless after hearing Wannian Xuangui's words.

No matter what your own cultivation realm is, it's a trivial matter, and at any rate, there is a system.

Although the Erbi system is often a bit unreliable, it is a genuine plug-in anyway.

But the speed of your old cultivation realm's improvement, is it not too outrageous?

"Manager Qi, what's so surprising, the old man just got back the power that belonged to him."

Wannian Xuangui said something incredible in an understatement.

Get back your own power?

Qi Le raised his eyebrows with a thoughtful look on his face, so he didn't ask any further questions.

This kind of thing is obviously a personal secret.

If Wannian Xuangui doesn't want to say anything, continue to ask, but it will be annoying.

"Wannian Xuangui, you are actually in the East Wasteland, when did you come out of the long river of time?"

At this time, the Dragon King also spoke.

Listening to this familiar tone, the two seem to have known each other for a long time.

"Long time?"

It was the first time that Qi Le heard this title.

"In your words, it should be called a relic."

Wannian Xuangui glanced at Qi Le and explained it.

After all, he has lived in Donghuang for a while, and he knows more than the Dragon King.

"More accurately, the ruins should be called - fragments of time."

At the end, Wannian Xuangui added another sentence.

Immediately, Qi Le's eyebrows twitched, and he thought to himself: No way, even the ruins were designed by you?

"Manager Qi, you don't need to show this expression, time is not something we can shake."

Seeing the change in Qi Le's expression, Wannian Xuangui guessed what he was thinking, and immediately said with a smile: "We just shattered some pieces, and then threw them into a corner of the future."

"..."

This explanation made Qi Le even more speechless.

You really can't shake the long river of time, but if you can make the fragments of the long river of time, that's amazing, right?

At least Qi Le now has no way to do such a thing.

It turns out that this is the foundation of the king-level power.

"Okay, Wannian Xuangui, let's go back and explain these things later."

"With you now, the success rate of sealing the Far West Land should be much higher."

The King of Giant Dragon is not entangled in when the Mysterious Turtle of Ten Thousand Years came to Donghuang.

Anyway, they are old acquaintances. If you have anything to say, you can talk about it later.

So it's better to deal with the things in front of you now.

"Don't worry, the King of the Dragon, even what you can expect, can't the Holy King of Ice Spirit still think of it?"

"You don't need to worry about the matter of sealing the Far West. The Holy King of Ice Spirit has his own backing."

Wannian Xuangui said something shocking in an understatement.

Another king-level power—the Holy King of Ice Spirit!

That is to say, a land of the extreme west, involving

There is more than one king-level power... This is too scary.

Qi Le felt a little numb in shock.

Not to mention Lan Qi and Shana who were standing beside them.

Compared with Qi Le, they knew less about the king-level realm and were naturally more in awe.

Because the unknown is always the scariest.

However, these two ancient masters who have lived for thousands of years are talking, and they are not qualified to interject.

So I can only be shocked and wait on the side.

However, Qi Le is different.

There is awe for the king-level almighty, but these two are old acquaintances, so there is no need to be so restrained.

Besides, I have a system close to my body, and maybe one day I will have an epiphany, skyrocket, and be directly promoted to the king-level realm.

So when he encounters a question he is curious about, Qi Le will also ask it carefully.

"Wait a minute, Senior Dragon King, Ten Thousand Years Mysterious Turtle, what does the Ice Spirit King you speak of have to do with the seal of the extreme west?"

"Could it be that the seal that used to be in the Far West was created by the Ice Spirit Saint King?"

This is a rather critical question.

After all, the most important thing right now is to re-seal the land of the extreme west so that the power of the extreme cold will not continue to ravage the eastern wasteland.

"This……"

The Dragon King and the Wannian Xuan Turtle looked at each other.

"Almost forgot, you really don't know about it."

"This far west land is where the Ice Spirit Saint King fell."

Wannian Xuangui spoke slowly, as if he had no idea how shocking what he said.

"what?!"

Qi Le's eyes widened, and he took a serious look at the surrounding scenery.

Here, is actually the place where a king-level power fell...

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