When it was late at night, Ye Wushuang returned to the dormitory and took out a martial arts book from his arms.

This volume of martial arts is called "Dudao Fist", which is a volume of inferior martial arts... Of course, Ye Wushuang doesn't care about such low-level martial arts.

After all, the knowledge stored in his mind can be said to be the largest library in Tianxuan Continent.

Ye Wushuang is proficient in all three religions and nine abilities in the world, and is proficient in martial arts and martial arts.

How could he care about a broken martial arts in this small place?

Ye Wushuang pondered for a moment, shook the martial arts scroll lightly, and a black iron piece fell from the scroll.

That's right... what Ye Wushuang cares about was the black iron piece mixed in this scroll! When he was choosing martial arts for the red-haired demon ape, Ye Wushuang discovered this martial arts and the black iron piece sandwiched inside it! And the reason why Ye Wushuang chose to bring them back was because from this black iron piece, he actually felt the breath of a powerful person in the Saint Realm?

Even the origin of a powerful person in the Saint Realm! What is the concept of the Saint Realm?

Below the saints, they are all ants! Once they enter the saint realm, they are the best in the entire Tianxuan Continent.

Ye Wushuang in his previous life was a powerful saint realm! He was very curious why the origin of the saint realm was hidden in this small black iron piece?

………Ye Wushuang sat on the bed, raised the black iron piece, and slowly closed her eyes.

Soon... Ye Wushuang's spiritual consciousness penetrated into the black iron sheet. He was surprised to find that there was a special space hidden in the black iron sheet?

In the space, the light is a little drowsy.

A dusty aura hits the face, mixed with the sense of time.

In the space are all kinds of swords, martial arts scrolls, and even mountain-stacked pills... The powerful breath of spiritual power permeates the air, as if Ye Wushuang doesn't need to deliberately absorb it. These spiritual power will penetrate his skin and pour into his limbs and bones.

Ye Wushuang walked in slowly, picked up a treasure knife on the ground casually, and murmured: "Made of Xuanhuang Iron ten thousand years ago, is there such a treasure in this space?"

Ye Wushuang muttered and picked up a volume of calligraphy and painting from the ground.

The paintings include beautiful mountains and rivers, and an old man in white robe is fishing.

“Huh?”

Ye Wushuang chuckled and said, "Isn't this a fishing picture of Jiang Ziya, who was famous all over the world?"

Thinking back then, when this painting was released, countless strong people flocked to it. In order to compete for the great killer of this painting, it once caused blood to flow into a tragic image of rivers and corpses everywhere.

Later, Ye Wushuang couldn't see it, so he took over the painting and hid it in his study.

Later there was no competition.

But I didn’t expect that the ginger fishing picture would actually flow into this space.

Immediately afterwards, Ye Wushuang looked at the decorations and debris around him again.

At first glance, it looks ordinary, but when you look closely, you will find that it is all magic weapons from thousands of years ago or even tens of thousands of years ago! Any one of these magic weapons will be the treasure of a country that will be the treasure of a country! Ye Wushuang continued to move forward.

Suddenly, his steps stopped.

I saw a spirit body floating in front of me, with a faint green light blooming all over my body, gloomy and terrifying! "Huh?"

In the space, an old laugh suddenly came.

The spirit body seemed to sense Ye Wushuang's existence and made a creepy sneer: "A little baby in the Yuan Refining Realm can actually open my sealed space?

It seems to be a little capable... Little baby, I am the Saint Wuhuang. If you don’t want to die, get out of here!"

Saint Wuhuang was very angry about this fur child who broke into his consciousness space without authorization.

Rumble! A huge energy roared out of the spiritual power of the Saint Wuhuang like a wave, like a mountain of Tai, pressing towards Ye Wushuang! Even though the Saint Wuhuang had already died, had no body, only a wisp of residual soul, and its strength was far less than the peak, the lean camel was bigger than a horse, and could release a cultivation level that was far stronger than the Yuan Lian Realm.

He was very confident that with just his attack, he could kill Ye Wushuang in the Yuanli Realm with one blow! Then, the Saint Wuhuang was surprised to find that Ye Wushuang stood there, indifferent.

"What!"

Saint Wuhuang was shocked: "How is that possible!"

His face was full of disbelief.

He is a powerful person in the Saint Realm. Even if he has died, how could he not even be able to do anything to the Yuan Realm?

Ye Wushuang looked at Saint Wuhuang and murmured in his heart: "Is this the origin of the Saint Realm?"

For some reason, when Saint Wuhuang and Ye Wushuang looked at each other with clear eyes, his body trembled slightly.

A familiar feeling surged in my heart.

Ye Wushuang looked at the spirit and suddenly sighed deeply.

He quietly looked at the old face of Saint Wuhuang, and a dusty memory couldn't help but surge into his heart... Once upon a time, when he was the imperial master of the dynasty, he once taught a disciple named Wuhuang.

Wuhuang's talent in alchemy is very outstanding.

Second only to Huang Wuji.

But Wu Huang has no talent in martial arts, and is just the cultivation level of the Divine Emperor Realm.

"I really didn't expect that... Times have changed, and there is no way to go, even you have become a saint?"

Ye Wushuang sighed, and his eyes also showed a hint of sighing and emotion.

When the Saint Wuhuang heard this familiar voice, the soul fire swayed violently.

In the entire space, the dark green light was dim and dark.

"Do you know me?"

Saint Wuhuang's pupils shrank suddenly and he looked at Ye Wushuang incredibly.

Ye Wushuang looked at Saint Wuhuang lightly and said, "Don't you know me?"

Saint Wuhuang showed fear on his face, stared at Ye Wushuang tightly, and said, "Impossible!"

"I, the Saint Wuhuang, fell five thousand years ago. It is impossible for anyone to know me!"

"Who are you!"

Saint Wuhuang seemed to remember something and said gritted his teeth: "Are you sent by Huang Wuji to kill me?"

"Huang Wuji..." Ye Wushuang murmured to himself. Hearing this name, he shook his head in his heart.

"Okay, Huang Wuji! I didn't expect that I only had a wisp of residual soul left, and you would drive me away!"

Saint Wuhuang showed despair on his face, then glared at Ye Wushuang and said, "Since that's the case, I will die with you! You Huang Wuji's lackey!"

After saying that, the Saint Wuhuang was about to explode his origin and die with Ye Wushuang.

"stop!"

Ye Wushuang held the saint Wuhuang with one grasp of the void.

"hateful!"

The Saint Wuhuang struggled desperately, but found that he could not move.

What's the situation?

My cultivation level in the Saint Realm was actually imprisoned by a little baby in the Yuan Refining Realm?

His eyes showed murderous intent: "Who are you and why do you know me?"

Do you still know my name?"

"Of course I know."

Ye Wushuang smiled faintly and said, "Wuhuang Wu, the word "Wu Shuang Emperor Master" is Wushuang Emperor. The word "Wu Shuang" means that you were an orphan and were picked up by Wushuang Emperor Master."

Hearing this, Saint Wuhuang trembled all over.

"Wuhuang, you will not forget it. This name was given to you by me."

Ye Wushuang sighed softly and said, "Do you don't even recognize your teacher?"

Saint Wuhuang shouted nervously: "Master?"

The Saint Wuhuang couldn't believe that in his memory, Ye Wushuang was already dead, how could he appear here?

As if he noticed the disbelief of Saint Wuhuang, Ye Wushuang immediately turned his hands and a golden rune was shot out, flying towards Saint Wuhuang.

This golden rune is the unique unparalleled rune of the Wushuang Emperor.

Under the illumination of the golden runes, the entire sealed space became shining, as if it had become sacred with the air.

"Master!"

Seeing this rune, the Saint Wuhuang believed in Ye Wushuang's identity. Accompanied by a heart-wrenching sound, the Saint Wuhuang knelt on the ground with a plop, cried bitterly, and his spiritual body began to tremble.

“Master?

Is it really you?"

Saint Wuhuang burst into tears: "You are back! You are back!"

Then, Saint Wuhuang knelt down at Ye Wushuang and crawled on the ground.

This worship seems to have spanned thousands of years.

"A disciple Wuhuang, I have seen Master!"

"Get up."

Ye Wushuang said softly.

Saint Wuhuang quickly got up from the ground and stood up, but tears were still flowing on his face.
Chapter completed!