In the wasteland area to which the Emerald City belongs, countless cultivators received notifications from the battle list, when Zhu Jiu was promoted to the name of Orange Cloud.
He himself is thousands of miles away, in a valley, fighting with evil creatures. The war in this world is boiling, burning the sky, and has not stopped for several hours.
'boom!'
On the earth, the golden war glow swirled. The golden giant was as fierce as the god of war. His fists leaped up and sent out rounds of golden sun, shining brightly on the mountains and rivers in all directions, crushing opponents one after another.
However, the battle was extremely fierce, evil creatures emerged one after another, and the giant's eternally bright protective golden glow seemed to have dimmed.
The opponent is a famous evil creature in the yin and yang world. It looks like a human, but has a raised jaw, making the head look like a lizard, and the bone spurs are very impressive.
This evil creature is nearly two meters tall, with gray skin and colorful markings around its body, which are eye-catching. Its hands and feet are as sharp as hooks. It has flying wings under its armpits with natural growth patterns. Once the wings are stretched, they can turn into sharp blades.
Cutting through everything.
This species, among the evil creatures, is called the Flying Wing Clan. At this time, there are countless Flying Wing Clan within a few miles around, all of them are risking their lives to pounce on Zhu Jiu and the demon corpse under his seat.
The roars of fighting and the screams of dying people on the battlefield were heard one after another, ear-splitting.
Wow! A hundred meters away, in the other direction, there was a river of blood hanging from the sky. The water was rushing with a ferocious aura. Several Winged Tribes were swept away by the river of blood. Their bodies instantly disintegrated and their flesh and blood were shattered.
The long river flowed with blood, and it quickly swept over the next opponent without a moment's pause.
The stern figure of the setting sun loomed out of the void. As it moved, it revealed a tyrannical and ferocious skeleton body. The green light of the soul flame intertwined among the bright green, which was dazzling.
There is another direction, spinning a country with boundless Yin Qi and a terrifying hell-like state.
The Yin Qi evolved into a sea, surging and surging, and in the center, hanging in the main hall of the royal court, there were mountains of bones.
Above the palace, a Yin Qi demon moon appeared, blooming with light flow, carrying the power of refining, and killing countless evil creatures fighting against it.
A few breaths ago, Zhu Jiu used Ghost Kingdom to kill the leader of this race. A most powerful evil creature was promoted to the name of Orange Cloud. At this time, after facing this evil species and losing its leader,
A brutal counterattack.
Zhu Jiu stood under the ghost kingdom, as safe as a mountain, but there was blood on the corner of his mouth. Not far from his feet, there was a body of the Flying Wing tribe with cracks in the body and black scales on the head. Although dead, his aura was dissipated, but his power was still intact.
He is the leader of this race.
On the other side of the ghost country, a baby cries to split the sky. This sound creates a secret power. After some evil creatures hear it, their bodies will show signs of being broken, and then they will scream and die.
The one who emits sound waves to form an attack is none other than Jiu Ying. With four heads and eight eyes, he is bathed in water and fire, burning and submerging all things, wreaking havoc.
It was about to advance, so Zhu Jiu placed it in the densest place of the evil race and tempered it with the blood of war. At this time, Jiu Ying's body was covered with scars and white bones were exposed, which was horrifying.
‘Clang!’
A powerful flying wing tribe turned into a sharp blade and opened a wound on Jiu Ying's body again.
Jiu Ying was furious, and two of his heads retracted with lightning, hiss! The body of this flying wing tribe split open from the middle, blood spattered everywhere, and both halves of the body were devoured.
Jiu Ying's other two heads suddenly opened their mouths, and a wave of fire blazed, incinerating the earth and turning into lava, killing dozens of evil creatures in one fell swoop.
Zhu Jiu stood under the ghost kingdom and did not make a move, but looked at the whole place. He suddenly raised his foot and kicked out. The body of the leader of the Flying Wing tribe beside him flew up, like lightning, and fell towards Jiu Ying. He screamed and fell to the ground.
The head came out together, tore it apart and swallowed it into the belly.
Seeing this scene, many of the Winged Tribes went crazy, and their attacks became even more fierce.
At this time, in the ghost kingdom, the thick and ancient gate of the underworld began to buzz and slowly opened. A thick black air like ink filled the back of the door. It was so cold and deep that the eyesight could not penetrate it.
The next moment, the darkness behind the door suddenly seemed to be boiling, and suddenly the darkness sided, and a soldier with a strong cold air stepped out of it. He was covered in black armor, like ink crystals, and his face and limbs were surrounded by mist. He was tall and tall.
Holding a halberd in hand.
This is an elite-level Yin Division ghost soldier, summoned by Zhu Jiu's fifth-level Yin Division technique.
This Yin soldier strode out, stepped into the cold air, opened his mouth and spat out, and the Yin mist surged, covering everything within a hundred meters.
The Yin soldiers were like a fish in the water hidden in the mist. They held a long halberd and struck out with one strike. There was a flying wing clan with no injuries on the outside, but their souls had been cut off and they died silently. It was extremely strange.
The black curtain behind the Gate of the Yin Division continued to flip, and Yin Soldiers appeared one after another. They were all exactly the same, tall, and their bodies flowed around the mist. Finally, a total of four Yin Soldiers appeared, all with fifth-level combat power. This is the Yin Code.
Technique is the limit that can be achieved at this stage.
These four Yin soldiers cooperated with each other, advancing in two and retreating in two, forming a small battle formation, like a meat grinding machine, advancing left and right.
Throughout the battlefield, mana arrows can be seen from time to time, appearing and disappearing like flaming meteors, unstoppable and piercing through everything.
It was a knight with an extremely light body. He stood alone on a high ground outside the battlefield. His arrows flew out and he was killing with unparalleled sharpness and brilliant light.
Suddenly, several monster corpses that were fighting fiercely disappeared at the same time, and were taken back by Zhu Jiu in an instant.
The next moment, next to Zhu Jiu, these guys appeared together again, forming a torrent, with surging waves and brilliant magical energy. They broke through all obstacles, tore apart the evil wing tribe's obstruction, and moved forward in a horizontal and vertical way to leave here.
After tea time, Zhu Jiu and several demon corpses fought bloody battles to break through the siege.
At this time, in the void, a green roc was flying in the sky, and sword rain intertwined. Zhu Jiu put away the demon corpse and the ghost kingdom, jumped up, landed on the roc's back, and flew away.
In the previous battle, although it was difficult, Qingpeng never participated in the battle. It was one of the trump cards that Zhu Jiu had reserved in advance to deal with emergencies.
When he was about to leave at this time, Qingpeng swung out, spitting out a divine wheel of colorful light. During the rotation, it melted the void into water-like softness, plunged into the space barrier, disappeared, and reappeared thousands of feet away.
Outside, in the midst of disillusionment, it disappears again.
This extremely tragic battlefield was quickly left behind. There were countless corpses on the spot. There were undead evil creatures screaming in unison, with evil aura rising to the sky, but Zhu Jiu's figure was gone.
When the sky was completely dark, Zhu Jiu appeared outside the Emerald City, standing on the back of Qingpeng. The starry apertures in his body were shining brightly, and the mysterious sound was faint. He was always using his magic power to stabilize the injuries in his body all the way back.
When they arrived outside the Emerald City and took back the Qingpeng, they could still see many cultivators watching and talking about the newly promoted orange names on the hanging battle list.
Zhu Jiu glanced at his name, which was surrounded by flames and transformed into floating orange clouds, ethereal and ethereal, surrounded by Taoist rhyme.
"Look, he's back. The aura around him is boiling, as if he had just experienced a big battle."
"I don't know if I killed that kind of royal evil creature, the names on the battle list turned from red to orange. The speed of advancement is unimaginable!"
Everyone noticed that Zhu Jiu was slightly agitated. It seemed to him that cultivators who had been promoted to the name of Chengyun in seven days and had fought in the Yin and Yang Realm all knew how difficult it was.
While others were watching from afar, Zhu Jiu's figure had escaped into the Emerald City and quickly disappeared.
The Emerald City has countless buildings carved out of the huge mountain inside and outside, which is particularly special.
Zhu Jiu walked into the interior of the mountain, and there was a sun of mana that was condensed with true flames. It hung above the vast space of the mountain. It was like the real sun and moon, changing in turns and spreading light and heat. It was quite strange.
Walking forward in the inner city of the mountain, which is deep green and filled with treasures, within a short time, you came to a cave-like, spacious practice room. This was Zhu Jiu's foothold in the Emerald City.
Open the door of chaos and enter your own cave directly.
Zhu Jiu came to the edge of the Qi Ling Pond. There was a faint glow on the surface of the pool, and the golden lotus swayed gently with the fluctuation of the Qi Ling water, making ripples that seemed to express a kind of silent joy.
Carrying the four words "Tianxia Cave", it is transformed into a crystal monument at the core of the cave, emitting the light of vitality, and the golden tree suspended in the air absorbs the vitality of the ten directions, and the large array in the cave absorbs the vitality of each other, and the cycle is perfect, promoting the expansion and change of the cave day and night.
For the next two days, Zhu Jiu did not go out and was recuperating and adjusting in the cave.
On this day, Zhu Jiu was meditating with his eyes closed under the crystal monument. He restrained the light all over his body and stopped breathing in the long river of vitality. He opened his eyes, and a black and yellow battle flag appeared beside him, and his figure faded.
, disappeared from the cave, and then appeared on the ancient battlefield in the sky.
The ancient platform is quiet and deserted, with a war flag in the center, mist and mist, and the flow of heaven and earth intertwined. Images of the battle gradually become clearer and appear on the stage.
Zhu Jiu touched the eternal battle statues accumulated in the battle flag and watched the scenes of countless powerful men with magical powers fighting on the battlefield.
Dao lines loomed in his eyes, and his body was bathed in dark yellow. What was shown in the war statue at this time was the same as the last time he saw it, which shocked Zhu Jiuda. The shocking battle between the chaotic giant and the multi-armed and multi-headed alien powerhouse contained the Dao God.
Skills and principles.
Zhu Jiu watched with attention, almost obsessed with it, absorbing the essence of fighting. He wanted to try to learn the fist that contains the power of Taichu and kill all the chaotic giants, and extract the essence that does not conflict with his own body, and align it with his own Tao.
melt.
Ten breaths of time passed, wow! Zhu Jiu actually vomited blood. Not only did he fail to absorb the Taoism contained in the battle scene, but he also suffered backlash.
There seems to be a mysterious force somewhere that prevents anyone from trying to figure out the magical powers in the image.
Zhu Jiu was not discouraged. Taoism of this level was naturally impossible to master at a glance. It would take years of study before he could achieve anything.
He adjusted briefly, but his eyes were still bright, and he continued to look and observe.
The days of staying in the Emerald City passed by in practice and training.
Half a month later, at dusk, Zhu Jiu returned from the killing spree, and Shen Xi Nu and Jin Tong Sword Lord came to visit.
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