"What?

What does it mean to eat and drink?"

The Holy Emperor Yutian stared blankly with his eyes and stared at the servant kneeling on the ground in a daze.

Before the servant could explain, the aroma of barbecue outside wafted in. The rich meat aroma seemed to be like a barbecue restaurant opened next door.

The Holy Emperor suddenly stood up.

His huge figure instantly caused a slight tremor in the Hall of Dead. In the eighteenth floor hall, a large amount of dust fell from the top due to vibration.

The Holy Emperor walked to the front door.

His towering figure was level with the ceiling, looking out the window at the top in a daze.

Only see.

On the battlefields on all sides, smoke from cooking cooks rose up. The so-called battlefield seemed to have become the daily life of ordinary people. Grills were placed on the battlefield one by one, and soldiers from the top ten dead areas sat on small benches, eating skewers and drinking.

The noisy talk was heard endlessly, as lively as a vegetable market.

"I think this Gonggong is really not good! In the mythological story, he has never beaten Zhurong!"

"Hey, I still think he has such a bad temper, he is quite awesome!"

People were talking fiercely, and everyone looked up at the dim sky.

The Emperor Yutian couldn't help but follow their eyes and looked at the sky in a daze. The flames and the flood were intertwined, and water and fire collided alternately.

Zhurong on the west side had slight scars on her body, but she had calculated much better than Gonggong. Gonggong was already covered in wounds and cracked and opened multiple holes.

"These two idiots!"

The Emperor Yutian clenched his fists angrily.

I never expected that the situation would develop like this, how could it be like this!... on the battlefield.

Qin Mo put away a handful of iron stamps and threw them into the trash can on the cart.

He looked at the time and it was probably about the same.

"Come on! Come on! Everyone collects the small stools, and the rest time is over."

Qin Mo clapped his hands, just like a kindergarten teacher, reminding everyone to return the small stool and put away the barbecue grill.

Everyone put away the things one by one in an orderly manner, and the residents of Qincheng pushed all the carts back.

Emperor Qin and others wiped the putty on their mouths, burped in unsatisfactory, and returned to the city to supervise the battle.

After a brief adjustment, the soldiers also regained their energy, and their tense nerves were relaxed. Everyone looked up at the sky seriously, waiting for the end of the war of water and fire, so as to reap the benefits of the fisherman.

Qin Mo's eyes were always focused on the highest level of the Temple of Dead.

He was not afraid that Zhurong and Gonggong would suddenly stop the war, but he was afraid that the Yutian Holy Emperor would suddenly stop him.

Gonggong Zhurong has been incompatible with water and fire in history, and is a mortal enemy. Once the two fight, one side will die before they can stop. They cannot stop, but the Holy Emperor will take action differently.

In the undead world, the Holy Emperor can interfere with their "consciousness" and control their souls.

Only he could prevent the two mythic battles! At this moment! A burst of light suddenly burst out from the eighteenth floor of the Dead Temple, and the dazzling white light turned into a beam of light and injected into the dim sky! The next second, a huge face suddenly appeared above the sky.

When this face appeared, the people in the undead world couldn't help but lower their heads, and even the leaders bent down their waists tremblingly.

They don't want to bow their heads.

But when that face appeared, the sky seemed to be covered with huge pressure. This huge pressure filled every inch of land in the undead world and pressed down straight from the sky... People wanted to resist this powerful and inexplicable pressure, but they were like ants and could only be at the mercy of others.

After the phantom's face appeared, they could only slowly lower their heads, and a lot of sweat appeared on their foreheads and backs. Even the leaders' sweat soaked their clothes and their faces were slightly distorted.

Under the whole world, Qin Mo is the only one who is better.

Although he could not resist this pressure, he was still so tough that he could raise his head.

It’s not that Qin Mo is so powerful, but that he is not a pure ‘dead person’ than other undead people, and naturally he will not be completely dominated by the Holy Emperor Yutian.

"What are you doing!"

Thunder roared and rang out in the sky.

The voice of the Holy Emperor's anger covered the entire world, causing tens of billions of people on the earth to tremble and panic about it.

After this command, the water and fire in the sky intertwined and stopped in an instant.

The two myths, standing in the world, stopped immediately.

At this time, Zhu Rong had already suffered a lot of trauma, and Gonggong's face was destroyed by half, and blood covered his clothes.

Gonggong gasped heavily and stared at Zhurong with dissatisfaction.

Zhu Rong glanced at him contemptuously and glanced at the side.

"Slaughter me the top ten dead zones!"

The Holy Emperor scolded him angrily and pulled the two out of the internal strife. Gonggong and Zhurong returned to their battlefield. Even if Gonggong was unwilling to accept it, he would inexplicably obey when he heard the Holy Emperor's order.

The two of them launched an attack on the four battlefields again! The Holy Emperor glanced at him with satisfaction, and the huge phantom face in the sky slowly faded away.

But at this moment! A loud roar came from the ground! "Zhu Rong laughed! She was mocking Gonggong for his weakness and incompetence!"

"The world has been paying attention to myths for five thousand years. It is natural to be better than Zhurong in Gonggong!"

"Water is not as good as fire! Zhu Rong wins!!"

The quiet battlefield was instantly broken by loud shouts.

The Holy Emperor, who was about to retreat, suddenly stood in the sky. His huge phantom face and his eyes were constantly searching. He suddenly discovered that at Qin Cheng's feet, a young man in his twenties was holding a loudspeaker and laughing and shouting to the sky.

It’s... Qin Mo! “Qin Mo, what are you doing!!”

The Holy Emperor was furious. He was about to take action, but was disturbed by the vibration of heaven and earth.

Gonggong clenched his fists angrily, and his whole body seemed to be ignited. The water surrounding his body flowed even faster, just like blood flowing rapidly in his blood vessels due to anger.

Gonggong was angry and the world shook! Zhu Rong's face changed drastically.

"Gonggong, what are you going to do!!"

At this moment, even Zhu Rong was panicked, Gonggong completely ignored his life and entered a state of rage! Qin Mo's words were constantly echoing in his mind, and every word touched his sensitive nerves! He raised his head slowly with trembling.

His eyes were like furious lion eyes! "A battle a few thousand years ago, it has been passed down for thousands of years. Everyone said that I am not as good as you in Gonggong!"

Gonggong stared at Zhurong and said word by word, "I am Gonggong, the water god, how can I be ridiculed by later generations?"

"Today, I'll fight for my life..." "I want to kill you too!!"

Boom!! The thunder sounded loudly in the sky and the earth, dark clouds came over the city, and heavy rain came! Water God, Gonggong, the sky was angry!!
Chapter completed!