Looking at Zhaoming's sprint like a zombie, everyone held their breath. No one dared to laugh at him because no one could hold on for as long as he had been.?

Even though he was defeated, he was still honored. All the monks who had lived in the eighth level of heaven thought. Even Di Jun grabbed Shura and refused to let him take action. This is the best respect for Zhaoming at this moment.

Everyone thought that if there were reinforcements, it would be the Chaos Bell next to them. No one expected that a wooden box would rush out at this time.

The box is simple and unpretentious, and there is no mystery. It directly affects the numerous attacks of the Tianmen Blood Bell.

Without any suspense, the box was shattered like tofu by the terrifying attack of the Tianmen Blood Bell.

But before everyone could have the next thought, they were immediately stunned by the scene they saw.

However, a flag flew out from the wooden box as big as a palm. The size of a palm is long when it encounters wind. In an instant, a flagpole that is more than six meters high, a flagpole that is three meters high and five meters long is formed.

It exudes a Hunyuan wilderness aura, with no patterns or other decorations on it. It only has a big ancient character, and it also looks like a symbol: demon.

This is a flag of the demon clan... Everyone had the same idea without hesitation. All the demon clans felt even more, as if their breath, their flesh, their soul, and even everything on their bodies were connected to the flag.

"It's the flag of the Nine-headed Emperor!"

Taoist Shangqing was dumbfounded. At this moment, it was not only him, but also Taoist Kunpeng and the Yin-Yang Dharma King.

It was the imperial flag of Emperor Nine-headed Emperor. Its imitation products were once planted in every corner of the prehistoric continent. Even the immortal tribes that were never truly conquered by Emperor Nine-headed Emperor, there was a flag with such patterns hanging on all the caves of the sects.

The Nine-headed Emperor likes to refine flags the most, and even his personal magic weapon is the five-sided flag.

Unify the prehistoric continent. When he was killed in the Ninth Heaven, someone discovered that the imperial flag he used most often did not appear in the Emperor Wa Divine Guard. But that was just a flag, so naturally no one would have thought about anything else.

But today when I saw this flag, all the strong men who had experienced that era found that they were wrong.

The emperor flag was also refined by the Nine-headed Emperor, a magic weapon that is not weak in its power. It does not require any magical powers. As long as it appears here, it can already make people feel disgusted and involuntarily remember the invincible powerful man who swept the world millions of years ago.

Not to mention other people, even Taoist Taoist like Shangqing was afraid, as if he saw the man who had no power to fight back to the fight, who had come here.

"Buzz!"

The Tianmen Blood Bell woke everyone up with a loud noise, but this time the sound did not attack, but with an extremely frightened feeling, as if warning the flag.

But the Nine-headed Emperor's imperial flag had no intention of giving in at all, and it danced with the wind and emitted infinite mysterious light.

"Buzz!"

With a loud noise, the Tianmen Blood Bell finally couldn't hold back and attacked again. The blood light and sound waves rushed over like the overwhelming wrath of the god of heaven, killing the imperial flag of the Nine-headed Emperor from all directions.

"ah!"

Zhaoming shouted loudly and soared into the sky, shrinking his body and becoming only more than six meters high. He stretched out his hand and held the Nine-Headed Emperor's Flag directly in his hand.

A warm feeling turned into a strange ball of energy and flowed into his body, making Zhaoming feel dazed, as if he had traveled through time and came to a million years ago, standing in front of the great emperor.

At the foot of Mount Buzhou, this flag was held in the hands of the supreme leader of the demon clan and waved vigorously.

Where the imperial flag stands is where the emperor stands.

As long as the flag is still there and the Emperor stands there, the demon clan will never be defeated and fearless.

At that moment, the demon clan was brilliant, powerful, united, invincible, and what Zhaoming wanted to see after struggling for so many years.

Before I could see, my eyes were already extremely wet and tears appeared.

"Dongdongdongdongdongdong!"

As the sound of war drums came, Shura set up the war drum and beat them vigorously. At this moment, he was nervous, but he did not dare to join the battlefield without Zhaoming's consent, so he could only use this method to help Zhaoming.

The drums were like thunder, mixed in the breath of the imperial flag, which greatly boosted the morale of the demon army.

"Dongdongdongdongdongdong!"

In Zhaoming's eyes, he also saw thousands of troops rushing forward under the leadership of the invincible figure.

Crush... Crush... Crush, the heart beats with the sound of the war drums. At this moment, Zhaoming just wants to be a warrior and follow behind the tall figure.

Looking at the invincible figure's movements, he danced the imperial flag in his hand and walked step by step towards the top of Mount Buzhou.

Every movement seemed to shake the backbone of the demon clan, and every waving seemed to provoke the fate of the demon clan.

The wild aura above the imperial flag and the unwavering majestic figure step by step made everyone seem to see the great emperor who walked up from here one million years ago.

Suddenly, Taoist Shangqing regretted it.

Letting Zhaoming challenge the Tianmen Blood Bell is a win-win result for him, whether it succeeds or not.

If Zhaoming is defeated, he will use the hand of the Tianmen Blood Bell to kill this demon clan that looks exactly like Pangu.

If Zhaoming wins, he can just move out of the Eighth Heaven and land the cave in Kunlun Fairyland. Now the Donggong is dead, and with everything he has done over the years, he can easily win people's hearts and become the leader of the new immortal clan.

But at this moment, he regretted it not just because he felt that Zhaoming would win, but because he felt that he would do the next incredible things like the former Nine-headed Emperor, including threatening himself.

But it was too late at this moment, and no matter what he did, he had no time to make up for it. Zhaoming waved the imperial flag in his hand and forced it step by step towards the Tianmen Blood Bell.

"Buzz!"

With a loud bang, the Tianmen Blood Bell emitted a sound wave attack, which seemed extremely powerful, and even repelled Zhaoming again. However, the huge clock body obviously rose into the sky.

It is retreating... Such a result seems unexpected, and it is so natural.

"Dongdongdongdongdongdong!"

The war drums were endless, Shura beat hard, shouting loudly in his mouth to cheer for Zhaoming.

The repelled figure stabilized his body and walked towards the top of the mountain step by step. Although his speed was obviously not as good as before, his firm steps seemed to be walking in everyone's heart, steady and powerful.

The waving flag was like the powerful arms of the Nine-headed Emperor, commanding the demons in the world to advance with him.

Perhaps he had been defeated by the shadows left by Emperor Nine-headed, or for some unknown reason, the Tianmen Blood Bell finally retreated, and slowly retreated to the sky with a dull sound of the bell.

The huge clock body was lifted, revealing the top of Buzhou Mountain behind. The huge Qiankun Platform was no longer there, but only a rugged rock. Above the rocks, a light gate, which is the legendary Nine-level Tiantian Gate.

Behind the thin clouds and mist, you can see the high buildings and the rainy pavilions and singing platforms endlessly.

That is the legendary Heavenly Palace, where emperors in the world of cultivation live.

"ah!"

With a loud roar, Zhaoming soared into the sky with his bruises and bruises. The imperial flag swayed, and the aura of the ancient man swept away like a galaxy. Finally, he completely forced the blood bell of the Tianmen to retreat, and immersed into the starry sky, disappearing.

"Bang!"

With a light sound, Zhaoming landed on the top of Mount Buzhou, inserted the imperial flag in his hand heavily on the ground, on the No. 1 sacred mountain in the prehistoric world, and on the top of the entire world.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

It was like a trumpet sounding, distant and loud, and countless golden starlights surged from all directions, like a fireflies flying in three or two, and in an instant it was like a blizzard pouring in.

"The power of faith!"

The Taoist of Shangqing exclaimed, the golden light was not sparks, but the pure power of faith. It was the power of faith emitted by the demon clan who worshipped the Nine-Headed Emperor in those years.

Countless powers of faith came and merged into the banner, more and more, more and more densely.

"boom!"

It was like a loud noise of unknown sound waves, and the power of faith that was pouring into the banner was like a chaotic explosion, blooming out countless galaxies. The galaxies where the power of faith gathered were like huge dragons twisting their huge bodies, drilling into the clouds and mist, passing through time and space, and rushed directly from the top of Mount Buzhou to the prehistoric continent.

The golden light like an ancient monster turned into a vast expanse of earth and swept into the entire world in an instant.

The seventh level of heaven, Zhangyuan, Linyue Island, Yunhuo Mountain, Fangzhou Island... and even the southeast, west and north seas, every place and every demon clan felt that a powerful force of thought sweeps the world.

An indescribable force made them look as if they were passing through the numerous heavens and infinite space, and their eyes froze directly on the imperial flag on the top of Mount Buzhou.

That place is the destination of the soul.

"Emperor!"

Not only these demon clans who are still struggling on the edge of the prehistoric continent, but also countless demon clans kneeled in their places and cried loudly.

They were the generals under the former command of Emperor Jiutou and had made great contributions. However, after Emperor Jiutou disappeared, he could not bear the intrigue between the three royal families of the True Dragon, Phoenix and Qilin, and they chose to leave and go overseas. This trip took hundreds of thousands of years.

Hundreds of thousands of years, when they thought they were going to spend their entire lives overseas like this, they actually felt the call of the Nine-headed Emperor again.

That flag is the imperial flag and the battle flag. When it is erected at the top of this world, it is to inform the world that at this moment, the war between the demon clan really began.

Only the demon clan can plant the battle flag in the highest place in the world.

"Go home...go home!"

"go home!"

Some demons began to shout loudly, "Where is the home of the prehistoric continent and the overseas world, there is no answer." But at this moment, they figured out that the place where the imperial flag is located is where the emperor is. The place where the emperor is located is the home of the demons."

It's like a flame being ignited, igniting a prairie world.

At this moment, there was only one voice resounding through the universe.
Chapter completed!