In the Zixiao Palace, the silver eyes manifested by the Heavenly Dao had completely faded away. Only Hongjun was sitting cross-legged in the air with a slightly pale face. His eyes were staring at the blood-red light ball in his palm, feeling relieved.??? ?

"Jiuto clan?"

Below, the seven saints were all confused. They had never heard of this name since ancient times. What is the human emperor Jiutou clan? Is it related to the human race?

Several saints talked to themselves, their eyes looking at Hongjun's direction, and their pupils were filled with questions.

"Teacher, I don't know what kind of person this Jiutou is. Is it worth the teacher's personal actions to resurrect him from the past?"

The Taoist Tongtian carried the four swords on his back and looked up at Hongjun and asked.

The same is true for other saints. Although they didn't ask, the meaning in their eyes was self-evident.

"Is Jiutou clan?" Hongjun nodded, "It's my old friend!"

"But, the way is different."

Hongjun’s old friend?

The faces of the saints were stunned. The existence of the existence that Hongjun Daozu called him an old friend is naturally extraordinary, but why have they never heard of it?

Moreover, the aura on the Jiutou clan is not as shocking as it is. It is just the peak realm of the quasi-saint. How can it be worthy of Hongjun's old friend!

However, this question lingers in their hearts for a moment and then melts away. They also guessed in their hearts that the Jiutou clan was probably an existence in a certain ancient period, and that era when Hongjun had not yet achieved the Taoist ancestor.

There are very few records about that era, and there are not many legends to talk about, so they naturally don’t know about them.

Hongjun stood there and looked at the disciples, shook his head in his heart, then raised his palm and gently pointed it, and suddenly seven rays of light scattered into the minds of the seven saints.

Suddenly, a message appeared in the souls of the seven saints.

...

After a full moment, the seven saints raised their heads with strange expressions and looked at the blood-colored light ball in Hongjun's palm, with inexplicable eyes.

"It's the legendary Emperor of Thailand?"

Emperor Thai, a terrible existence in the ancient times.

Legend has it that it was born in Xingmaxian Mountain, and was bred by heaven and earth. It had nine heads at birth, each head was different, just like the original Pangu god, with nine real bodies.

The Xianshan of Xingma was born in the ancient prehistoric world and was born in the extreme east. The Emperor of Thailand rose from there and reached one of the strongest one of the eras.

Now, the ancient times have been destroyed, and many history has been destroyed in the long river of time. Even saints such as Lao Tzu cannot see the past under the constraints of the heavenly way.

In that era, the world was about to begin, and the innate gods were born, and each one was unparalleled in the world and circulated across the world. At that time, there was no race, only individuals who came and went alone, and each individual was unparalleled in the innate sacred, and each one was extremely powerful. It is said that in that era, the center of the world was not Buzhou Mountain, but was located somewhere in the current Western Region, where a building of the sky that ran through the world was once standing, supporting the entire world like a backbone.

In that era, there was no division of realms in heaven and earth, no heaven or underworld, only a round and large area.

It was an era full of myths, where Hongjun Daozu was born and also rose.

The Emperor of Thailand was also one of the legends of that era.

The information Hongjun sent to the seven saints did not introduce the Thai emperor too much. He simply described his origin and past, but the amount of information was also amazing enough.

"Teacher, are all the records recorded on this??"

"Yes!" Hongjun nodded.

The seven saints were even more shocked.

The Emperor of Tai Jiutou clan is one of the strongest myths in ancient times. He was born with nine changes, just like Pangu. He ruled the heavens and was known as the strongest emperor and the ancient emperor. In order to prove the truth with his strength, he even tried to break the prehistoric world and break the shackles of the heavenly way.

Then……

Emperor Tai cut off the building of the sky with his own strength, the heaven and earth collapsed, and the way of heaven appeared.

In the end, he lost the battle with the Heavenly Dao and fell on the bank of the Yellow River. Blood spread along the Yellow River to the entire prehistoric world, and many lives were born, among which the human race was one of the elves transformed by his blood.

There is not much information, but the simple description is enough to shock the saint.

"So that's it. Is this why the Thai Emperor was called the Human Emperor Jiutou clan?"

Queen Houtu nodded.

She has great love in the world, and all the spirits in the vast world are the same in her eyes, so she naturally knows a lot about the human race.

The number base of the prehistoric human race is large and has a vast reproduction, but its birth period is too short and the number of strong people is too small, so it has always been at the bottom of many races.

She once turned into an ordinary world and traveled to the human race. There is a custom among the human race that she remembers very clearly, that is, every time she celebrates the ancestors of heaven and earth, saying, "The Emperor and the Queen are on earth..."

She also asked the ancestors of the human race, and said, "The Emperor and Empress Tu are ancestors and gods. It is tradition to worship ancestors and gods from above."

"So the legendary Emperor of Thailand is the Emperor of Heaven, representing the ancestors of the human race?"

The Human Emperor Jiutou clan is the oldest emperor, the strongest emperor, and the strongest emperor. Now, under Hongjun's many calculations and arrangements, he will be resurrected from his past history without hesitation.

It would be too difficult to resurrect such an existence from the eyes of the Heavenly Dao. If it weren't for the huge amount of merit that had retaliated against the Heavenly Dao and traumatized its origin, Hongjun would have no way to do so.

"Teacher, is your purpose of resurrecting him to prove success with your strength?"

"Yes!" Hongjun nodded, "and today the Dao was severely injured and the constraints were loose. Even without my help, he could succeed!"

While speaking, he raised his hand gently and pinched the blood-red ball of light. Suddenly, a blood-colored energy storm exploded, rolling up a terrifying blood-colored vortex throughout Zixiao Palace.

After a long time, the whirlpool slowly dissipated, and a tall middle-aged man stood there in front of Hongjun.

This is a tall and magnificent person, and he just takes a look at him with a supreme honor.

It is a true nobility, which refers to the soul and originates from fate.

He stood there, not moving, his eyes opened, but the seven saints felt a different kind of depression, like a dragon and a tiger, which was breathtaking.

You know, the Jiutou clan is the peak of quasi-saints and has not yet reached the level of a saint.

"Wake up!"

Hongjun looked at the middle-aged man and waved his hand gently, and a gray light suddenly shone in his hand.

It was at this moment that the middle-aged man suddenly opened his eyes.
Chapter completed!