"It's really a personal one!"

The boy looked at the man with curiosity in his eyes: "Did he fall from the sky? Why does it seem that there is nothing wrong with it?"

At this time, the two guards' expressions were extremely nervous.

There is no doubt that this person must have fallen from the sky.

And falling from the sky was like a meteorite, smashing the ground into a big pit, even the soil was crystallized, but the clothes on her body were not dusty, and her face was rosy as if she was sleeping.

Could this be an ordinary person?

"What kind of person fell from the sky?"

Behind it, a rough voice came.

The two guards immediately breathed a sigh of relief and hurried forward: "Master Viscount."

The viscount is tall, square, bearded, and has a hideous scar on his face. When the child sees it, he will be scared to cry. He is quite generous in his steps. He is wearing a set of armor and a big sword hanging around his waist.

"Father."

When the boy saw his father arrive, the excitement on his face suddenly disappeared.

At this time, the Viscount looked at the person lying beside the boy with his eyes blanketed, and took a deep breath: "Come on, carry this person back and take good care of him."

"Yes, Lord Viscount."

So someone stepped forward and carried away the person found from the crater of the star.

The viscount then touched the boy's head: "If you have something to do in the future, you will tell me what if you encounter danger?"

"Oh, I got it."

"You two, take the young master back. You are not allowed to leave the castle within three days."

"Ah? Father!"

"Don't say more!"

The two guards pulled the reluctant boy away.

Then the Viscount said to a middle-aged man with a horoscope beard beside him: "Who do you think the person who fell from the sky?"

"Maybe...not human."

Viscount nodded.

The man said again: "Sir Viscount, this is a hidden danger. We don't know whether he is good or bad. If..."

"It's also an opportunity, isn't it?"

The viscount looked up at the sky: "Look, the sky seems to be about to collapse, and the mages one by one have lost their magic power and even exploded. I believe that the gods must be... If this world is destroyed, my son's only possibility of survival can only be placed on him. Those who have picked up treasures do not have my luck. What's the use of treasures, the world will be destroyed. Only such people who fell from the sky..."

The middle-aged man with the horoscope was silent for a moment: "You are right, Lord Viscount. Is this world really going to be destroyed..."

"The sky is broken and the sun is still moving, what do you think?"

After saying that, he turned around and walked out of the woods.

...

The True Lord woke up, and his weak soul had already incorporated all the surrounding environment into his heart.

The True Lord knew immediately what happened from beginning to end.

Although he passed by in a daze, everything that had happened around him was still caught by his breath and could not be taken away.

"well..."

A long sigh.

The True Lord did not expect that the Thousand-Handed Demon God actually had such a means. It looked like that, it should be a magical power planted by the Lord of the Demon God. But this magical power was easily broken, and then severely injured the True Lord.

The shock of the truth is that even the True Lord has to sigh for it.

Even if the innate treasures are broken, even if the True Lord is now exerting his energy, he will not be able to do it.

If the holy weapon of heaven can also be differentiated through evil ways and destroy the origin of the universe, then although the quality of the innate treasure is one level worse than that of the holy weapon of heaven, it is by no means easily broken by external forces.

At least the saint, Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian can't do it.

At least the third level of the sect leader level, that is, the Dao Ancestor, is the ability to damage the innate treasures.

When the universe is destroyed, the innate treasures can be intact. In terms of strength, the universe without the Taoist ancestors and the heavenly way are all far lower than the innate treasures. In other words, it is countless times more difficult to break the innate treasures than to break a hundred and eighty universes.

The magical power first broke the Qiankun Cauldron, then broke the true body of the true king, and then occupied the true king's source, suppressing the true king's soul and eroding it.

Now the True Lord has his magic power imprisoned, his soul has been suppressed, and his body has been greatly damaged. He seems to be healthy on the outside, but in fact he is already full of holes inside.

"But just relying on this magical power alone, it is obviously false to kill me!"

The True Lord opened his eyes, and there was chaos in his eyes.

If this magical power cannot be resolved, the true spirit of the Hunyuan Daluo who was verified by the True Lord will gradually be erased, gradually fall from the Taoist movement, and finally turn into a mortal, becoming a spoil of loess.

While thinking, the only soul that the True Lord could use was looking up at a little light in that source.

The bright light was revealed, just suppressing the 36th-grade Chaos Green Lotus. The green lotus was below, the beads sealed by the Mian Yiyuan Dragon were in the middle, and the Taoist corpus was on the top, and then this bright light was there.

The bright light shines like a big sun shines above the sky, but it gives people a fatal danger.

The True Lord's wisp of soul turned into nothingness, and quietly blew like the wind. Fortunately, the True Lord's main field was in danger, and this wisp of soul entered the thirty-sixth grade Chaos Green Lotus.

But I feel like a mountain pressing on the top and it is difficult to move.

But the True Lord's wisp of soul was still unswerving, moving towards the round beads that sealed the One Yuan Dragon Demon God.

I don’t know how long it took, but Zhenjun opened his eyes again and sighed slightly: “It takes a lot of time.”

At this moment, the True Lord's expression moved, and after a moment, he heard the creaking sound of the door opening.

Then a teenager's voice came: "Have he not woke up yet?"

"Yes, young master, haven't woken up yet."

“It’s been several days.”

The light shone in along the open door. The True Lord looked faintly at a blond boy and a maid, one by one, one by one, and one by one, approaching him.

"Wow, you're awake!"

The True Lord will understand his meaning.

Although the words are different, the meaning remains unchanged. Although the soul cannot move, the True Lord still has some instinctive magical powers left.

In just a moment, he knew his language, got up and sat cross-legged, and said lightly: "What name do you call?"

The young man looked at the True Lord curiously: "My name is Lomon, where are you? Did you fall from the sky? Is it a god?"

When the True Lord saw him, he felt like a newborn calf. He couldn't help but smile and said, "My name is Tianyi, and my name is Zhenjun. I came from the sky, not a god."

The True Lord has no need to deceive himself.

Although the True Lord’s soul cannot move now, his body is also greatly damaged. Even so, no one under the saint can threaten his safety.

There is no saint in this universe. Even that sub-saint has been killed by the Thousand-Handed Demon God. Where can anyone endanger the True Lord?

"Your name is Tianyi Zhenjun?" The young man tilted his head: "What a strange name. But it seems to be very suitable for you."

The True Lord nodded slightly.

It's suitable.
Chapter completed!