Eighty-seven-three, the real successor of the first emperor
"First Emperor, do you need me to take action?"
Deep in Xianyang City, Jiang Chen apparently noticed the First Emperor's flaws and wanted to help him.
However, the First Emperor refused.
"It doesn't matter, you can just concentrate on refining the twelve golden men, and try to refine those quasi-sages as soon as possible." The First Emperor sent a message to Jiang Chen, telling him not to interfere.
"I see!"
Although he didn't know what the First Emperor meant, Jiang Chen still obeyed his instructions and suppressed the idea of taking action for the time being.
"Damn it!"
"It's just twelve iron lumps. Do you really think you are the twelve ancestral witches? It is simply wishful thinking to refine my ancestor."
In the great formation of the Twelve Capital Heavenly Gods composed of the Twelve Golden People, the flesh and blood of Kunpeng Ancestor reunited into human form, and continued to roar filial piety.
Although his clone only has the cultivation level of the late Quasi-Saint, his essence is that of a great supernatural power, possessing the characteristic of Hunyuan being immortal.
The Twelve-Golden Man is only at the level of the Innate Taoist Master, and his power is limited, not enough to refine a master of this level.
However, the reason why Ancestor Kunpeng was able to struggle was because his body was powerful enough.
But the eight quasi-sage strong men who were born in the Demon Sect, as well as the remaining dozens of innate Taoist masters, faced the refining of the twelve golden men, and the situation was a little bad.
Especially those dozens of innate Taoist masters, no matter how they tried their best, under the refining of the Twelve Golden People, their origins were constantly being lost, and they soon became too weak to struggle, and could only watch themselves helplessly.
Gradually towards decline.
As for the eight quasi-sages who were born in the devil's path, the situation is not very optimistic. They were almost exhausted. Facing the refining of the twelve golden men, they could only rely on joining forces to barely block the incoming waves.
The power of refining.
But even if they join forces, they can't hold on for long, because their power is constantly weakening, but the power of the Twelve Golden People is constantly improving.
"Fellow Taoists, hold on, I will come to help you when you are here, ancestor!"
In the midst of the great formation of the Twelve Heavenly Gods, Kunpeng Ancestor suddenly appeared in his true form, with an innate divine head that looked like Kun but not Kun, and looked like Peng but not Peng.
I saw him spread his wings that covered the sky and the sun, and with a slight flap, the infinite clouds swept across and rushed towards the eight demonic quasi-sages, hoping to help them resist the refining of the Twelve Golden People.
Ancestor Kunpeng knew very well that the reason why the Twelve Golden People could not refine him was because they were not strong enough, but if they could wait for them to refine the eight demonic quasi-sages and the power generated by the self-destruction of the Randen Ancient Buddha.
That twelve-gold man might be able to be promoted to the level of a quasi-sage. When the time comes, even his true form might be refined when he comes here, let alone his late-stage clone of a quasi-sage.
Until the last moment, Patriarch Kunpeng was unwilling to lose a clone. Therefore, he set his sights on the eight demonic quasi-sages, hoping to join forces with them to jointly resist the refining of the Twelve Golden Man.
As long as the twelve-gold people cannot refine them, they cannot be promoted to quasi-sages. And as long as the twelve-gold people cannot be promoted to quasi-sages, there is nothing they can do about Kunpeng ancestor.
Just as Jiang Chen doesn't need to worry about the consequences of joining forces with a powerful demon, neither does Ancestor Kunpeng, he is Beiming Demon Master!
"Ancestor Kunpeng, you are too confident. Do you really think I can't refine you?"
Jiang Chen saw the intention of Patriarch Kunpeng at the first moment, and then saw him wave his hand, and the Dutian Divine Flag suddenly appeared in his hand.
Then, Jiang Chen threw the Dutian Divine Flag in his hand into the air. The next moment, the Dutian Divine Flag suddenly split into twelve, and each fell into the hands of the twelve golden people.
"Duten Divine Flag!"
Seeing this scene, the expressions of both Ancestor Kunpeng and the eight Demonic Patriarchs changed.
If these two treasures were separated separately, they would not be afraid of either of them. However, if these two treasures were fused together, they would frown even if they had great supernatural powers, and they would not be afraid.
Roar! Roar! Roar...
I saw that at the moment when the twelve golden men held the Dutian Divine Flag respectively, a huge roar suddenly came from the sky and the earth.
At the same time, the Dutian Divine Flags were glowing, constantly resonating with the Twelve Golden People. Then, their bodies gradually began to change, as if they had become the carriers of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, gradually giving birth to flesh and blood, and transformed into the Twelve Ancestors.
The appearance of a witch.
At this moment, the state of the Twelve Golden People has not changed, it is still the state of the Great Perfection of the Innate Master, but the formation of the Twelve Capital Gods and Evils formed by them has quietly changed.
An inexplicable force spread out, and the whole world was trembling. Not only the three realms, but also the distant heavens and realms were affected, roaring and trembling.
Roar! Roar! Roar...
The roars coming from the sky and the earth are getting clearer and clearer, and you can vaguely see twelve extremely illusory shadows, as if they are coming from the past, crossing the endless river of time and space, and descending into the present world.
.
This roar that echoes across the heaven and earth was made by them. And they are the Twelve Ancestral Witches, the Twelve Ancestral Witches who existed in the past!
"this……"
Such an astonishing change was even beyond Jiang Chen's expectation. He did not expect that the Dutian Divine Banner and the Twelve Golden People's cooperation would actually trigger such a change, which would transform the ten people who existed in the past time and space.
The Second Ancestral Witch summoned him.
"Quick, let's all work together to separate the Twelve Golden Man and the Dutian Divine Flag. We must not let them unite."
Although he didn't know what happened, Kunpeng Ancestor still reacted immediately and joined forces with everyone to forcefully separate the Dutian Shenbanner and the Twelve Golden Men.
No matter what happens to it, it will definitely be detrimental to you. If so, destroy it.
"late!"
At this time, he thought of taking action, but it was already too late. Looking at the twelve-gold man in front of him who had transformed into an ancestral witch, Jiang Chen had a solemn look on his face, and he probably understood what had happened.
Originally, the Twelve Capital Divine Evil Formation set up by the Twelve Golden Men had nothing to do with the Wu Clan except that it came from the Wu Clan. Even if the Twelve Golden Men worked together, they would not be able to condense Pangu's true form.
But now, under the influence of the Dutian Divine Banner, the Twelve Golden People have gradually changed and started to have a relationship with the Wu Clan.
Although the formation of the Twelve Du Tian Shen Sha they set up could not condense the true form of Pangu like the Twelve Ancestral Witches, with the blessing of the Du Tian Shen Banners, it could condense the true form of the Twelve Ancestral Witches.
That is to say, the twelve-gold man holding the Dutian Divine Flag can gather all the power scattered in the heaven and earth after the death of the ancestral witch, and bless it on his body, thus bursting out with a powerful force comparable to that of the ancestral witch.
Rumble!
Just as Patriarch Kunpeng and others were preparing to take action against the Twelve Golden Man, a stream of extremely powerful power suddenly came from between heaven and earth, crossing the layers of void and blessing the Twelve Golden Man.
That is the power of the fallen ancestral witch.
It's a pity that there are only ten strands of the power of the ancestral witches transmitted, because only ten of the twelve ancestral witches died. The ancestral witch of water, Gonggong, and the ancestral witch of rain, Xuanming, did not die.
Although Empress Houtu did not fall, when she was reincarnated, Houtu Ancestral Witch did, and naturally her power was scattered between heaven and earth.
"What!"
Not to mention Patriarch Kunpeng and others, even the three great supernatural beings who were fighting against the First Emperor nearby also noticed this change.
"No, it's the power of the ancestral witch!"
"Sure enough, the Twelve Golden Men are Dayu's trump card. If they really turn into the Twelve Ancestral Witches, even if we and the three of us join forces, we will not be able to compete with them."
Jiuyuan and the others frowned, and at this moment they were finally sure that the Twelve Golden Man was Dayu's biggest trump card.
If the twelve golden men are allowed to evolve like this, it is estimated that even if the three of them join forces, they may not be able to stop the golden man who has transformed into the twelve ancestral witches.
"Fellow Taoist, let's take action together to smash these twelve golden men into pieces and completely destroy the hopes of Dayu and the human race."
Another person with great supernatural powers appeared, and when he opened his mouth, he was about to join forces with Jiuyuan and the others to smash the twelve golden men.
"Hey, today we know that our human race has so many enemies hidden in the dark."
Seeing another person with great supernatural powers appear, and he was still unfamiliar with it, the First Emperor couldn't help but feel impressed.
If a person with this kind of supernatural power who has an extremely unfamiliar aura doesn't jump out on his own initiative, even if he holds back, he won't know that he actually has such an enemy.
"Dare to ask my friend, what grudge do you have against our human race?" The First Emperor asked the strange and powerful person. Since he took action against the human race, there must be a reason.
"In the past, I had a good friend who died at the hands of humans. I came here today to put an end to this cause and effect."
The whole body of this strange and powerful person was shrouded in the energy of chaos, making it difficult to see his face and figure, and whether he was a man or a woman. However, everyone present could clearly feel his hatred for the human race.
"Then there's no way!"
After hearing what the other party said, the First Emperor understood what was going on.
Back then, in order to become the protagonists of the world and fight against all races, the human race killed countless masters. Naturally, these masters could not be alone and had their own relatives and friends.
In ancient times, when the human race had just become the protagonists of the world, some great masters would come to seek revenge from time to time, including several great supernatural powers.
This situation gradually decreased until the human race completely secured its position as the protagonist of the world. By the middle period of ancient times, it had completely disappeared.
I never thought that in this era, someone would come out to seek revenge, and he was also a person with great supernatural powers.
This is what makes it particularly terrifying. This shows that the power of this great magical power has reached its most critical moment, and he has to go out to resolve the cause and effect in order to perfect his state of mind.
Without cause and effect, the state of mind cannot be perfect, and if the state of mind is not perfect, it cannot enter the level of Hunyuan.
The cultivation level of the great magical person in front of him was already very close to the realm of Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian. But when he was about to break through, he discovered that there was still some unresolved cause and effect between himself and the human race.
It was precisely for this reason that he hurriedly left seclusion and came here to settle the karma with the human race. Otherwise, why didn't he come earlier and later, but why did he come here at this time to take a trip into this muddy water?
There is still a possibility of resolving other grudges, but to resolve the cause and effect, there will definitely be a fight.
"I also asked three fellow Taoists to stop Dayu, and let Pindao take action to smash these twelve golden men."
This strange and powerful person said something to Jiuyuan and the others, and then walked in the direction of the Twelve Golden People.
only……
"It will be the same if there is one more person."
The First Emperor took a step forward and stood in front of the four of them.
As he spoke, a breath of cauldron overwhelming the world suddenly erupted. The next moment, the phantom of the nine cauldrons appeared and blessed the Great Wall, bringing the First Emperor's defense to a higher level.
"The twelve ancestral witches are not complete, there are only ten. Even if the formation is formed and the twelve golden men transform, they can stop three people, but they cannot stop four!"
The unfamiliar great supernatural power user stopped and looked at the First Emperor and said calmly. The Twelve Golden Man, who only had the power of ten ancestral witches, could stop three great supernatural power users, but he could not stop four.
Therefore, what he meant was that even if the First Emperor stopped them, it would not mean much, because when the First Emperor's martial arts will disappears, they can still smash the Twelve Golden Men together.
"Haha, who said I would use the Twelve Golden Men to deal with you!" The First Emperor laughed, and suddenly sent a message to Jiang Chen: "Jiang Chen, take out the hundreds of classics you got from the Mausoleum of the First Emperor."
Deep in Xianyang City, Jiang Chen was about to start refining Kunpeng Patriarch and others. After hearing the message from the First Emperor, he was slightly startled, and then took out the hundreds of classics as instructed.
He knew that the First Emperor's real trump card was about to appear.
"Well, besides the twelve golden men, what else can you do?"
Hearing this, the four people in Jiuyuan were stunned for a moment, and then all looked at Jiang Chen, or rather at the hundreds of classics he took out.
"A hundred classics?"
"Dayu, is this your trump card? That's a bit disappointing. The disciples of the hundreds of schools of thought are indeed powerful. They are the incarnations of our Taoist friends, and the classics they left behind are indeed powerful and serve as a guide for the Tao.
reflect."
"It's just that they can be used against Quasi-Sages, but they can be used against us, but they are not enough."
The four people sneered and did not pay attention to the classics of the hundreds of schools. Most of the so-called disciples of the hundreds of schools are the incarnations of people with great supernatural powers, and some are even less powerful than them.
Under such circumstances, it was a fool's errand for the First Emperor to use hundreds of classics to deal with them.
"Whether it works or not, four fellow Taoists will tell you if they try it."
The First Emperor smiled slightly, and then he waved his hand, and the hundreds of classics floating around Jiang Chen flew towards him one after another.
During this process, the four men from Jiuyuan also tried to stop him, but they were unable to break the First Emperor's defense.
"I have a bad feeling that these hundreds of classics may be just a cover to cover up a more terrifying treasure."
Jiuyuan seemed to be aware of something, and then, he didn't know what he thought of. His face suddenly changed drastically, and he jumped directly into the void, wanting to leave this place.
However, at some point, Xianyang City had been tightly sealed by the combined efforts of the Great Wall and Jiuding. Even with Jiuyuan's strength, it was impossible to break free.
At the same time, I saw the First Emperor's hand gently caressing hundreds of classics. Suddenly, tens of thousands of words with a wonderful luster appeared, gathered together in mid-air, and turned into a small carving knife.