The first thousand four hundred and eighty-seven chapters change
The blood of heaven and earth floats down.
All the countries in the world were shocked.
Above the Wei Imperial Palace, Emperor Wei looked extremely solemn, staring at the endless sky, feeling vaguely uneasy in his heart.
Suddenly, Emperor Wei's face suddenly changed, and his eyes showed a look of horror, "Marquis Xinling, this rainwater contains his aura...!"
After hearing the news, hundreds of civil and military officials from the Wei state came.
"My emperor!" Standing in the rain of blood, all the civil and military officials said in unison.
"Wei Wuji has fallen, how is this possible!" Emperor Wei's eyes were changing, staring at the rain of blood in front of him.
After guarding the hell for thousands of years, there was no disturbance, and he just fell silently.
At this moment, Emperor Wei seemed to have aged dozens of years, and his face was extremely bitter.
In the Tiangang Continent, there is a very popular saying that strong men most likely come from the Wei State.
However, the Wei State could not retain many strong men, and these strong men left the Wei State one after another. The most famous among them are Wu Qi, Shang Yang, Sun Bin, Le Yi, Zhang Yi, Fan Sui, Wei Liaozi and others.
These are all world-famous strong men. If supported by these strong men, Wei will definitely be the most powerful country in Tiangang.
All the strong men left, and there were only a handful of strong men in the Wei state. Only Wei Wuji, the Marquis of Xinling, and Pang Juan, the general of the empire, supported him.
But now, with the death of Marquis Xinling, Emperor Wei has undoubtedly lost his right and left hand.
"Investigate, we must find out who killed Marquis Xinling. I want to kill all nine of his clans!"
Walking into the palace barefoot, the roar of Emperor Wei soared into the sky.
"My emperor, Marquis Xinling suppressed Hell, and now that Marquis Xinling has fallen, I'm afraid Hell will change!"
All civil and military officials walked into the palace, looked at the gloomy Emperor Wei, and said cautiously.
"Send tens of millions of troops to suppress hell. I want to see who dares to challenge my majesty!" Emperor Wei said coldly.
"All the elites of the empire are concentrated outside the territory, and the armies of other countries are used to conquer the God of War. It is difficult to mobilize tens of millions of elite troops at once!" A military attache said weakly.
Hearing this, Emperor Wei raised his sword eyebrows angrily, and his face became more gloomy, saying: "Withdrawing part of the army, such a big thing has happened to the empire. Consolidating the foundation of the empire is the main business!"
"Promise!" All civil and military officials responded loudly.
"Change your clothes and show up at the general's palace!" Emperor Wei looked down from a high position and looked around at the officials below, with a hint of disappointment in his eyes. These officials were all good in terms of talent and strength.
However, it is only good, and it is far incomparable to those strong men in ancient times.
Emperor Wei sighed in his heart, "Is it possible that our great Wei really has no talent available?"
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Zhao Guo, Pingyuan Prefecture.
Marquis Pingyuan walked out of the sword pavilion wearing a green shirt. He stopped and looked at the rain of blood rolling in the sky, his eyes showing solemnity.
"The four young masters of Tiangang, Xinling is the leader, and you are also the first one to die!"
Marquis Pingyuan sighed slightly and raised his sword eyebrows slightly, "Whose hands did you fall to again?"
An uneasiness enveloped Pingyuanhou's heart. Looking up at the hazy sky, Pingyuanhou had a trance-like feeling that the sky was about to change.
"Marquis of Pingyuan, Emperor Zhao has invited you!" A loud shout pierced through the patter of rain and resounded.
After hearing this, Marquis Pingyuan waved his sleeves and walked towards the imperial palace.
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In the Yan Kingdom, the Emperor of Yan stood with his hands behind his hands, looking at the majestic rain of blood. He sighed slightly: "First Jing Ke, Zhao Kuo, then Xinlinghou, caused chaos in Tiangang!"
"The chaos is just a small chaos. The crusade cannot be delayed!"
"As for that warrior god's chosen clan, I will one day cut him into pieces!"
His eyes were like lightning, and a majestic momentum emerged from Emperor Yan's body, causing the rain of blood above the imperial palace to stop one after another.
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Tiangang, a mysterious place.
The sea of clouds rises and falls, and the billowing clouds and mist are like roaring waves, causing bursts of roaring sounds.
A majestic sword palace appeared in the sea of clouds, with heavenly dragons lingering around the sword palace and cranes neighing.
In the sword hall, on top of the incense burner, smoke is floating and fairy music is curling up.
Six phantoms sit cross-legged, and sitting on them, their figures are no longer real and somewhat hazy. It is obvious that these figures are not entities, but the original body.
Among them, there are the Emperors of the Yan Kingdom and the Emperors of the Zhao Kingdom.
In front of the six people, seven chess games were placed. On the chess board, black and white chess pieces were crisscrossed, forming a majestic overall game.
The six people's eyes were focused on the chessboard. Suddenly, the six people seemed to realize something and looked outside the palace.
"There is blood flowing from the sky and the earth, Marquis Xinling of the Wei Kingdom!" The Emperor of the Yan Kingdom chuckled, holding the chess piece and landing it on the westernmost chessboard, and saw a majestic momentum rising on the chessboard.
, forming a shadow of the throne, but the shadow of the throne was dimmed in vain.
At the same time, a very eye-catching word appeared on the throne: Wei!
After the move was completed, the Emperor of Yan State looked in the corresponding direction of the chessboard.
A tall, bald man wearing black attire.
Sensing the gaze of the Emperor of Yan Kingdom, the bald man frowned slightly, his eyes seemed to contain thunder and lightning, which was frightening. His eyes calmly looked at the dim shadow of the throne.
"Wei Zun, the situation in Wei is not good!" The Emperor of Yan said with a half-smile.
Hearing this, the Emperor of Wei's face sank in vain, and he looked around, with a smile in everyone's eyes, "Huh!"
With a cold sweat, the bald man said coldly: "A mere warrior god chooses a clan, but he can't do anything to me, Wei State!"
"Wei Zun, don't forget the Emperor's promise. Qin Zun is a lesson learned from the past!" The Emperor of Yan Kingdom reminded him kindly.
Hearing this, the bald man frowned even deeper and said calmly: "I know that for the next hundred years, I will guard the palace of the Emperor!"
Having said this, the bald man looked to the left. On the left, there was a man whose whole body was shrouded in black mist, and his true appearance was completely unclear.
Seeing the bald man looking at him, the man nodded slowly and said in a slightly hoarse voice: "After more than a hundred years of guarding, we finally changed people. The next hundred years will be handed over to Wei Zun! Tsk tsk, the second generation has been captured by Zhao Zun
If you stay here, Wei Zun will feel a lot more relaxed in the next hundred years."
"Huh!" The bald man snorted coldly, looking at the chessboard in front of him, his figure suddenly disappeared.
Seeing this, the other five people all smiled.
The Emperor of Zhao, who had been silent all this time, said: "Everyone, Wei Zun must abide by the Emperor's agreement, and everyone present must also abide by it!"
"No!" The other four people responded loudly, and their voices turned into the sound of heaven and earth, resounding in the sword palace, but not outside the palace. At the same time, the five figures in the palace also disappeared strangely.
Only, the seven chessboards are floating quietly, with majestic general trends permeating it. These seven general trends clearly correspond to the general trends of the seven countries.
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Rain of blood fell one after another, and the magnificent mountains and rivers were like ink and soil dyed red.
The undulating peaks and the rewinding rivers are all blood-red.
Fatty Fish stood on the top of the Ten Thousand-Ren Xiong Peak, and at a glance, he could see the rising blood, which made people's hair stand on end.
Fat Fish raised his eyes slightly, looking at the graceful figure in the sky, his throat rolled slightly, and he muttered secretly: "Grandma, it was this bitch who killed Marquis Xinling!"
Suddenly, Feiyu's heart suddenly shook, the hairs all over his body stood up, and he was dripping with cold sweat.
A pair of beautiful eyes as bright as stars looked at her. Fatty fish quickly lowered his head, not daring to look directly at her, "It's so scary, this girl is so scary!"
With a smile on his lips, Chi You stood down like a demon, looking down at the sky. He looked quietly at the end of the sky, where the imperial capital of the Wei Kingdom was, and the coldness in his eyes grew: "For so many years, the blood of the chosen clan of the God of War will not be white.
Flow."
At the same time, in the hell, Ye Chen's eyes were tightly closed, and the scarlet thunder hovering in the sky above Ye Chen, filled with unyielding will and belief in survival, suddenly formed a thunder storm.
In this thunder storm, the scarlet thunder and thunder thoughts merged together crazily, vaguely forming nine huge thunder dragon shadows, extremely blood red.
Suddenly, Ye Chen opened his eyes and stared closely at the thunder in front of him. There was something strange in his eyes. In the past, thunder was the most powerful and yang thing in the world. It exercised power on behalf of the sky and had the power to destroy the heaven and the earth.
momentum.
The same is true for the way of thunder controlled by Ye Chen.
With this method of thunder, Ye Chen also refined the endless thought thunder in the sky, but suffered a huge rebound force.
Ye Chen even realized that the way of thunder he mastered was somewhat different from the thought of thunder in front of him.
"The thunder I control represents destruction, destroying all creatures that violate the rules, but the essence of the thunder in front of me has the opposite feeling!"
"The opposite feeling, the thought of destruction, isn't it rebirth?" Ye Chen murmured softly, staring at the phantom of the thunder dragon hovering in the sky.