Waves of energy fluctuations, centered on the Temple of War, spread out in all directions.
Ripples rippled in circles above the huge city of Kyoto.
Countless returning ancestors looked towards the direction of the War Temple, astonished and inexplicable.
In the office of the president of Kyoto University, Sun Yuanpei was sitting in a wheelchair with a solemn look on his face, "Has something happened on the front line?"
In the darkness in the corner, an atavistic person came out and said respectfully: "The situation is under control."
Sun Yuanpei frowned. Since there were no changes on the front line, why did the No. 1 War God in Kyoto City move his bow for the first time?
After a moment of silence, Sun Yuanpei coughed violently. After throwing one into his mouth, some color returned to his face, "Go and check."
There is still an unshown king in the demon clan. This situation has long been expected by the Temple of War and the Pavilion Elders Association.
But the one who can make the First Kingdom God of War use that bow is at least a fifth-level peak existence.
But...why didn't the arrow shoot out?
The old principal turned his head with difficulty and looked in the direction of the Temple of War.
Temple of War.
The man slowly loosened the bowstring.
The long arrow formed by the national destiny of Kyushu dissipated.
The man placed the long bow on the bow stand and sat back in the huge chair that belonged to him.
The Temple of War is the tallest building in Kyoto City, and his chair is at the highest point of the Temple of War.
Sitting here, you can overlook the entire Kyoto city.
You can also see the vast land of Kyushu.
Around the Temple of War, countless returnees saw the adult put down his bow and sit back, and the heart hanging in his throat finally fell back into his stomach.
The man's surname is Zhou Mingyan, the No. 1 war god in Kyushu.
He sat in the large chair and closed his eyes.
The prosperity of Kyoto City disappeared, and the scenery between heaven and earth also disappeared.
In Zhou Yan's eyes, spots of light appeared one after another.
Every point of light is an atavist or a monster.
The higher the level of the atavist, the more spiritual energy contained in his body, and the brighter the light point representing him.
The light spot representing the fifth-level atavist turned into a light group because it was too bright.
When the light spot representing Wang Po turned into a ball of light in his eyes, he knew that the balance of war was tilted towards China again.
In the direction of southwest Tianzhu, there are thousands of light points converging towards the southwest border.
In the East China Sea, monsters and ghosts from Japan are suspended above the East China Sea. The old dragon leads its millions of sea beasts to form a wall.
As for the south, south of the South China Sea, it is still a dark place.
At this time, on the battlefield in the north, countless light spots formed a large river, entangled with the dense light spots composed of the army of monster beasts.
These light points impact, collide, and then extinguish, and more light points join in.
In his eyes, the sacrifices of the soldiers turned into extinguished points of light.
Since the beginning of the war, he has been sitting here watching, watching the light spots advancing north, watching countless light spots burning and extinguishing in the northern sky like gorgeous fireworks.
As the first returnee from China, the first fifth level, Zhou Yan has experienced a lot, and his heart has already been strong enough, so strong that he can face the death of countless soldiers without any trouble.
However, when the huge light group appeared in his "sight" without any warning, Zhou Yan's heart could not help but beat wildly.
Even though the powerful outsider hid his aura, in his eyes, it was still as dazzling as the moon in the dark night.
Or to be more precise, it was not a human being, but a god.
A real God.
Rather than atavistic ones like them.
However, compared with this powerful intruder who came from nowhere, what surprised Zhou Yan even more was Li Xiang.
When he uses the Technique of Dayan, the spiritual energy in the body of the returned ancestor will turn into a point of light, which he can clearly see even from hundreds of thousands of miles away.
The only exception is Li Xiang.
This boy's third return to his ancestors was Yin Tianzi. As the Lord of the Netherworld, Li Xiang didn't have any energy in his body.
Not only that, even the Yin Cha and Yin gods he awakened only had Yin Qi in their bodies.
Zhou Yan's Dayan technique would make him blind when encountering these evil spirits.
And just now, a spot of light appeared out of thin air on the northern battlefield.
The light spot belongs to the fourth-level atavist.
Zhou Yan knew that Li Xiang had returned to his ancestors for the fourth time.
The brightness of that light spot even exceeded that of the long-famous Thirty-Six Immortals.
It only took Li Xiang half a year to go from level one to level four.
This speed is so terrifying.
If he was given another year or two, would he be able to reach level five?
Zhou Yan murmured, "I really don't know which immortal this boy has returned to his ancestors."
"However, which immortal can suppress Yin Tianzi?"
But at this moment, the intruder's light group headed north.
Looking at the opponent's direction of travel, it was obvious that it was the battlefield where Li Xiang was.
The No. 1 war god of the country suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the golden long bow. A fierce meaning flashed in his eyes: "Even if he is really a god..."
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Under Li Xiang's feet, purple air filled the air, holding him up slowly into the air.
This purple energy that comes from nowhere exudes an extremely ancient aura.
Li Xiang's first reaction was that he thought of me.
It is recorded in "The Biography of Immortals" that "Laozi traveled to the west, and Yin, the commander of the Pass, saw purple air floating on the pass, and Laozi passed by on a green ox."
Lao Tzu leaves Hangu Pass in the west, and there is purple energy coming eastward for thirty thousand miles.
It's just that I and Taigong Jiang don't seem to have anything to do with each other.
Then why did Jiang Taigong, who returned to his ancestors, have purple energy coming from the east?
However, now is not the time to think about this.
The purple energy beneath him turned into an ancient high platform.
On the high platform, Bagua flags were planted to suppress the flags of all parties.
In the middle of the high platform, there is a stone platform with the word "Feng Shen" engraved on it.
Li Xiang, dressed in a white robe with flowing beard and hair, stood on a high platform, overlooking Zhao Wuji, and said loudly again: "Zhao Wuji obeys the order."
Zhao Wuji's soul stirred, and he suddenly raised his head and looked at the "old man" on the high platform.
In Li Xiang's hand, a volume of Minghuang's edict appeared out of thin air.
He placed the list of gods in front of him, spread it out slowly, and read aloud:
"Yuanshi Tianzun, the leader of Taishang Wuji Hunyuan Cult, decreed:
Woohoo! The road to immortality is very different. How can we get through without thick bacon?
Gods and ghosts have different paths, how can they be coveted and stolen by flattery and evil spirits?
Conquering the energy and refining the form on the island,
Three corpses have not been killed yet..."
As soon as these words came out, storms gathered between heaven and earth.
Waves of thunder moved among the clouds.
Countless powers of luck gather here.
The main battlefield hundreds of kilometers away.
Cang Linyuan's hand holding the branch suddenly trembled, and he raised his head suddenly, looking towards the east with his pale face.
In the small courtyard, Wei Mingguang, who was leaning against the wall, suddenly felt a strange feeling in his heart. The sword in the scabbard kept trembling, as if it wanted to be unsheathed.
Zhu Yan felt something in his heart, and the huge fire fist hit the green bull king, then flew backwards, turned and looked to the east, "The power of luck?"
In the mountains and rivers, a shadow suddenly flew out and looked to the east, "Old Wei, what's going on?"
Wei Mingguang looked solemn, "I don't know."
He was silent for a moment and said, "Be careful, I'll go take a look."
