After asking, Huang Xiong felt a little abrupt and then said, "If it is inconvenient to say, my nephew pretends that I have never asked."

After all, some things involve the secrets of the warrior themselves, and it is not appropriate to rashly inquire.

Yang Kai shook his head and said, "There is nothing inconvenient. It is indeed a chance for me to be promoted to the eighth grade so quickly." After pausing, he asked, "I dare to ask Mr. Huang, how many years has it been since the battle outside the Chutian Grand Prison?"

Huang Xiong looked at him strangely. Although he didn't know how Yang Kai would ask such a question, he still answered: "It's been five hundred and twelve years."

"Five hundred and twelve years..." Yang Kai raised his eyebrows. The time was somewhat different from what he thought of, but the gap was not big.

The most difficult thing he calculated in the sea and celestial phenomena was the four thousand years he spent in the River of Time, because the proportions of those rivers of time seemed to be different from those outside world.

But he can still calculate clearly at other times.

In order to find the River of Time to practice, it took him hundreds of years, and then he escaped from the sea and celestial phenomena, and it took him nearly two hundred years.

By counting this, he spent about two hundred years practicing in the River of Time.

After two hundred years, he had four thousand years of practice. On average, the difference in time flow rate of twenty times is larger than the flow rate he guessed.

After calming down, Yang Kai made a magic trick to collect the alchemy, put away a furnace of spiritual pills in front of him, and handed them to Huang Xiong. This time Huang Xiong took one of them first and then handed them over to the soldiers behind him.

His expression was a little complicated, Yang Kai said: "The outside world is 512, but General Huang Zhen didn't know that I have practiced somewhere for more than 4,000 years."

Huang Xiong looked surprised: "More than four thousand years? Why..."

Then he suddenly remembered something and said in surprise: "River of Time?"

He obviously also heard rumors about the River of Time. If there is something in this world that can allow Yang Kai to have such a bizarre experience, then there is only one possibility for the River of Time.

It is rumored that the flow rate of time in the River of Time was different from that of the outside world. Perhaps it had only been a year since practiced for ten or a hundred years.

However, many people have heard of this kind of rumor in Kaitian Realm, but none of them have truly seen the River of Time.

If this is the case, it would not be so strange that Yang Kai could be promoted to the eighth grade so quickly.

Yang Kai himself has no bad qualifications. Four thousand years of practice are enough to further his strength.

Yang Kai nodded: "It is the River of Time. Outside the Tianqian Prison, I was targeted by a king of the Mo clan. Many ancestors and the eighth-rank general towns had opponents. In desperation, I could only escape. Originally, I planned to pass through the ancient battlefield and escape to the Buhui Pass, and use the power of the Dragon and Phoenix clans to deal with the king. However, human calculations are not as good as heavenly calculations. I was lost in the ancient battlefield..."

Rao was Huang Xiong's eighth-grade Kaitian cultivation level, and he was calm in nature. When he heard Yang Kai get lost, he couldn't help but want to laugh.

The strength reaches the level of seventh and eighth grades. If you have a map of Qiankun in your hand, you will not get lost even if you wander in the vast void.

However, there are too many mystery and unknowns in this void where Mo Zhi’s battlefield is, and it is really impossible to argue regularly.

Especially when Yang Kai was still being chased by the strong, it was understandable that he was panicked.

Yang Kai talked about the foggy celestial phenomena again, about escaping death under his Sheep-Head King Lord, and finally about the many wonders in the sea celestial phenomena.

Huang Xiong's eyes lit up and his expression was excited when he heard this.

Yang Kai could see that the sea and celestial phenomena were a treasure, but he couldn't see them.

The many realms of Taoism contained in the undercurrents in the sea and celestial phenomena can save the warriors from practicing for countless years, not to mention that there is also the existence of the River of Time. This is a shortcut on the path of martial artists who are in the Kaitian Realm.

"Where is the sea and celestial phenomena? Can you find them?" Huang Xiong asked.

Yang Kai nodded: "After the way, I have left a mark. I have left a great formation of the universe and can be found."

Huang Xiong exhilarated: "Okay! Such a treasure will definitely be used by our human race in the future!"

However, after being excited, his expression became gloomy. In this situation, there is no way to go to the sea and the sky. The human race is in a bad situation now.

"What is the final result of the battle outside the Chutian Grand Prison? Why was Qingxu Pass broken at this position?" After answering Huang Xiong's doubts, Yang Kai asked his own question.

Not long after the war began, he was chased by the Sheep Head King and left the battlefield. He didn't know what happened later.

Huang Xiong sighed heavily when he heard this: "That battle... the human race lost!"

Yang Kai's heart sank.

In fact, he had long expected that if the human race wins, Qingxu Pass will not be in its current state.

"The giant ink god?" Yang Kai asked in a deep voice.

On the battlefield outside the Great Prison, if there are any variables, then there is only the giant god of the black color. In the early stage of the war, the ancient existence Mo was trying to maintain the balance of the battlefield situation, so the number of kings who came out of the Great Prison was not too many, and it maintained a roughly equal level with the human ancestor.

It’s not that it doesn’t want to defeat the human race, but that it wants to change in this balance.

At the beginning, neither the human race nor the Cang knew what Mo was really meant.

But when the ink-colored giant god appeared, its intention was revealed.

The corpses of the Mo tribe who died in the battlefield and the power of the Mo tribe all turned into one of the arms of the ink-colored giant gods. In addition, the ink-colored giant gods destroyed the Chutian Grand Prison from the inside out. At the last moment, if Cang had not used his body to use the backhand left by Mu, he forcibly closed the Chutian Grand Prison and fell asleep in Mo, the Chutian Grand Prison might have been completely torn apart, and Mo would have escaped from the trap.

If such a situation really happens, the human race will not only lose the war, but it will probably be wiped out.

The number of kings that the Mo clan came out of the Chutian Prison is not large. The ninth rank of the human race is enough to deal with it. If the domain lord is, the eighth rank can also deal with it, but that battle is lost. Then there is only one possibility, the giant ink god is too strong!

When Yang Kai escaped, the scene he saw was that several ninth-grade human races joined forces to resist the ink-colored giant god, otherwise the Sheep-Head King would not be able to pull out his hand to target him.

He glanced at the time, but he also saw the stretch of the human ancestors. It was the ink-colored giant god whose lower body was cut off by Chutian Daban. How strong would it be if it were a complete giant god?

Huang Xiong nodded solemnly: "It's the ink-colored giant god! If there were only one, although the human army was in a difficult situation, it might not be impossible to fight. However, that kind of existence... another one appeared later!"

Yang Kai's eyes suddenly shrank: "Two giant ink-colored gods?"

Where did it come from? Before the Chutian Great Prison closed, there was only one giant ink-colored god rushing out, but the closed Great Prison cut off its waist. How did the second Prison emerge?

Did the ban be opened again later?

Huang Xiong said leisurely: "I don't know where the second giant ink-colored god came out. It suddenly came out from the rear of the army and directly destroyed a pass, killing the human race that was defeated!"

"Rear!" Yang Kai was suddenly lost.

How could a giant ink-colored god suddenly come out from the rear of the army?

Although the ink-colored giant god is a creature created by the mo with the race of the giant god as a template, it is essentially not much different from the giant god.

If a giant is really ambushed behind, it is impossible for the human race to discover it.

Suddenly, Yang Kai felt heartbroken: "Did the second giant ink god come from the direction of the ancient battlefield?"

Huang Xiong nodded: "Not bad!"

Yang Kai took a deep breath: "I probably know the origin of the second giant ink god."

Huang Xiong was surprised: "Do you know?"

He still can't figure out how the second giant ink spirit appeared, and even the ancestor of Qingxu Pass could not infer how Yang Kai knew.

Yang Kai said in a stern voice: "If you are right, it came out of the ancient battlefield. On the expedition, I met a giant god with Xiaoxiao..."

On the expedition, on the ancient battlefield, Yang Kai saw the giant god running on the battlefield, holding a huge bone stick, as if fighting against an invisible enemy.

At that time, the ancestor Xiaoxiao and him went to investigate and were almost accidentally injured by the giant god.

The ancestor Xiaoxiao once speculated that the giant god died in the battle with powerful enemies. However, the giant god race is simple-minded. Even if it dies, its powerful body still maintains the instinct of killing the enemy and rushes back and forth in that battlefield.

Yang Kai was moved at that time, thinking that the giant god should be sniping the enemy or saving people.

Because with the strength of the giant god, even if there is a strong enemy who can't defeat it, it can escape, but it did not escape, but died there in battle.

But now it seems that if his current idea is right, the giant god is not what he guessed.

The giant god is also a giant god ink color. It was created by Mo a long time ago. This era may be traced back to its ban on the Chutian Prison by Cang and others.

The ban on Chutian was opened, and Mo didn't know what method he used to awaken it from the ancient battlefield and attacked and killed the human army from behind!

Although he had not experienced that battle personally, Yang Kai could still imagine how desperate and helpless the human race was when the second giant ink god stepped onto the battlefield!

Originally, the number of kings and ninth-grade ancestors was equal, and the two ink-colored giant gods could at least restrain the ninth-grade people.

The Mo tribe is like a disguised appearance of more than a dozen more kings, without anyone to restrain them!

Once they start killing on the battlefield, who can stop them?

On a huge battlefield, the collapse of any level of power may cause a chain reaction, and the situation will become worse and worse.

Huang Xiong couldn't help but be stunned: "As you said, the second giant ink god was the one you saw at the beginning?"

Yang Kai said: "There is no other possibility."
Chapter completed!