My disciple's cultivation returns ten thousand times, so I have to be invincible.

Chapter 2003

"teacher……"

The state of mind that had been cultivated for countless years could not be suppressed and began to waver at this moment.

Immortal Lord Langhuan looked at the figure in the sky and was so shocked that he almost lost his voice.

Of course, she wasn't the only one shocked.

The other immortals and Yuanjun present also stopped what they were doing and looked at the long-haired man in the sky with horror on their faces.

Even the most arrogant Immortal Lord Fu Hai stopped his movements, revealed his human form, looked at the man, and a look of surprise appeared on his face.

"Wind...Wind Emperor?"

I don't know who blurted it out first.

Then the entire battlefield exploded.

"Is it the Wind Emperor?!"

In ancient times, a great catastrophe came.

Twelve immortal kings stepped forward, created the Nine Heavens, established the Nine Heavens Immortal Alliance, and led people of all races to escape the catastrophe.

This is something that every practitioner in the Eighth Heaven has heard since they embarked on the path of cultivation.

Of course, among the hundreds of millions of cultivators present, no one had actually experienced that era.

And there is only one person who has actually seen the Twelve Immortal Lords.

He is the Immortal Lord Langhuan, who has the longest seniority among the seven immortals, except for the Immortal Lord Bai Ze.

But just because you haven’t seen them doesn’t mean you don’t know what the Twelve Immortals look like.

In fact, in the central square of the Immortal Alliance, twelve statues made of nine-refined chaos immortal gold have stood there for nearly 100 million years.

Among them, the largest statues.

With long flying hair and holding a Bagua plate, he is as handsome and flawless as a god.

He is one of the strongest and oldest among the Twelve Immortal Lords, the true pinnacle of the immortal path.

The ancestor of the Eight Trigrams and music theory, the founder of the art of formations and talismans, and the creator of the Celestial Race.

Wind Emperor, Feng Fuhao!

To countless people, they are almost... no, they can be said to be real characters that exist in myths.

This is a sculpture that you must admire every time you pass by the central square of the Immortal Alliance.

At this moment, he truly appeared in the form of a living person in front of the coalition forces of both sides and hundreds of millions of monks.

This is the reappearance of the myth.

Thousands of miles away, on the hills.

Bai Ze stared at the figure in the sky, his face ashen.

It was the first time that Zhong Qing saw him with this expression.

"Is he the so-and-so Wind Emperor?"

After all, he had lived in the Immortal Alliance for more than half a year, so he knew about the Twelve Immortal Lords.

But at this moment, the man in the sky.

Even from Zhong Qing's point of view, there was something strange about it.

It's not the power of momentum and strength, but it seems to contain something else.

At this moment, Bai Ze completely ignored Zhong Qing's question.

He whispered to himself.

"It seems that everything that goes beyond the will of heaven will develop in the worst direction."

Hearing this, Zhong Qing raised his eyebrows.

"The worst direction?"

"Isn't he one of the Twelve Immortal Lords of your Immortal Alliance? His resurrection should be a good thing, right?"

Bai Ze just looked at Zhong Qing at this time and smiled silently.

This smile seems to contain many things.

"Fortunately, there is still hope."

He glanced at Zhong Qing and said, "The choice is up to you."

As soon as he finished speaking, Bai Ze flashed and disappeared from the spot.

Only Zhong Qing was left, scratching the back of his head in confusion.

"Can the Riddler just die?"

Zhong Qing muttered something, but had no intention of standing up. He just stared at the figure in the sky above the distant battlefield and narrowed his eyes.

On the battlefield.

Tianyuan Immortal Lord laughed out loud.

"Hahaha, it's all over."

"It's a victory for my Celestial Race!"

His laughter woke up the others.

Vermillion Bird Immortal Lord said in disbelief, "You...you resurrected the Wind Emperor?"

Immortal Lord Tianyuan has not spoken yet.

But a faint voice sounded.

"Wind Emperor? Who is that?"

Everyone's eyes fixed.

The person who spoke was the long-haired man in the sky, the resurrected Wind Emperor Feng Fuhao.

But at this moment, his eyes, which seemed to contain infinite mysteries of the Tao, were filled with a hint of doubt and confusion.