The Emperor of China was surrounded by the energy of chaos, and his black gold armor was glowing and burning. He was striking the characters of the previous generation in the sky. He performed the incomplete line of secrets to the extreme, scattering ripples in the void and traveling through space.
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The shadow of the ancient Mingzun behind him also opened and closed its eyes, lifelike, its armor clanked, and a faint ray of heavenly power bloomed!
This is a forbidden secret technique that Xiang Yufei cultivated after seeing the afterimage of the Hades with his own eyes. It originated from one of the most terrifying forces in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths - the underworld!
The gray-haired old man kept flying away, a light of spiritual thought flew out of his skull, and he controlled the holy sword to cut out sword energy one after another, and then laid out layers of formation patterns along the way, hoping to block the steps of those who came after him...
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"How can the incomplete formation pattern stop me!"
The emperor scolded lightly, like a real dragon escaping from trouble, its vitality rising into the sky, looking at all directions, criss-crossing the incomplete holy formation.
The holy soldiers were handed over, the world was divided between the two colors of innocence, and the terrifying divine chains of order collided with each other, shattered in the dazzling light waves, and then exploded.
This scene is so terrifying, the aura and fluctuations of the Holy Path sweep across the entire Beiju Luzhou.
There was no light from the sun and the moon, the void exploded, and tens of millions of light beams collapsed, forming a huge storm, which seemed to wrap up everything and take everything with it into the abyss of the void.
"Roar!"
The black air is surging, Mingzun's eyes are cold, as if he wants to bury everything. This aura is extremely vicissitudes of life, giving people a feeling of the mythical era, as if seeing that glorious era again, and catching a glimpse of the first enlightened person in this world.
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The Death Yin Dragon roared and walked on the cloud waves, advancing hand in hand with Xiang Yufei. In an instant, it destroyed countless ancient artifacts and formations, shortening the distance between the two.
At the same time, the green-gold divine spear burst out with the power of a saint, destroying everything, so close to the end of the world, it hit the heavenly sword left by the human king in the ancient times.
Fighting hand to hand, the two started a road-cutting battle again, and the battle continued.
Xiang Yufei's blood was soaring into the sky, and his black gold battle clothes were shining brightly. He used the secret technique of chaos to destroy all spirits and destroy the dead. He used the incomplete holy weapon to shake the living fossil of the human king's palace, shocking him to the point of vomiting blood.
"This secret technique..."
The gray-haired old man stepped back, but at this time it was too late to think too much.
Blood dripped from the corners of his mouth, his whole body was glowing, and his humane royal aura was soaring to the sky. He slashed out his sword and swept the Emperor away.
The battle continued, and blood splattered on Xiang Yufei's body, but it was not serious. He had a strong foundation and healed his injuries in an instant...
Suddenly, the master of the Human King Palace frowned. He received a message from his disciple. The master of Beichen Palace of the Ziwei Divine Dynasty killed the deputy palace master, and the entire Tianjin Territory was lost...
"It can't be delayed any longer."
He reached out and made a move, divine radiance flowed, and a ray of eternal fairy light came through the sky and turned into a silver sword and fell into his hand.
The sword energy shines, and the ancient sword floats and sinks. There is a shallow crack on it, which is slightly invisible, but extremely profound.
The holy sword trembled, and the sword energy roared, shaking the world. The gray-haired Taoist priest chanted the magic formula and roared: "The master is angry, the northern sky is falling, the demon god is slaying, Luzhou is silent, the stars are bright, the yin and yang are moving, stepping on the sky and the earth
Chaos emerges..."
The sound of the Tao is ethereal, not like the art of attacking, but rather has the connotation of a sacrificial inscription.
As the old Taoist recited, the divine patterns on the sword shone brightly, exuding a clear light. Countless runes intertwined and changed, and the most complicated combinations and arrangements were performed in an instant, as if building a supreme formation!
In an instant, a phantom taller than the mountains appeared, carrying the aura of being the only one in the world. It held a holy sword and pointed at the stars, commanding the world!
This is exactly the shadow of the Ancient King!
Eighty thousand years ago, the seventy-fifth generation of the Lord of the Human King Palace stepped into the Great Saint Realm, came to Ziwei, and led the Human King Palace to one glory after another. His divine sword fought all over the four states, whether it was the Great Demon of Hezhou or the Northern Territory.
The demons all became the dead souls under his sword.
However, after receiving the seal of Ziwei, the one walked on the ancient road in the starry sky and was ultimately defeated. Only a broken ancient sword returned...
The so-called seal of Ziwei refers to the fact that in the Ziwei ancient star field, the lord of a continent sacrifices the heaven and earth with the ancient rituals inherited from the mythical era, and will be blessed with the luck of Ziwei, and will overwhelm the cultivators.
The founder of the Ziwei Dynasty also received the title of Ziwei!
Now the descendants of the Human King Palace have once again used the shadow of their ancient ancestors, and the Human King who blood-slayed the heavenly demons in the ancient times has reappeared, as if he wants to control the ups and downs of the world again, and kill those who refuse to obey.
This phantom is extremely powerful, surpassing the third level of Immortal Stage, and has entered the realm of an ancient saint!
"Boom!"
The overwhelming pressure belonging to the saint alone met with the death energy emanating from the Ming Lord, and a shocking turmoil broke out. In an instant, the boundless death energy rolled back, the mist rolled, the universe changed, all things fell into extinction, and the void rolled back.
Thousands of miles away, the entire patch of water is pure.
Xiang Yufei's expression condensed, and he also felt the tremendous pressure, and was forced to sacrifice an ancient black gold book to resist the mighty and boundless pressure of the Great Sage.
At this time, the two of them had reached Dongming. Under the impact of the black energy, the originally blue and calm sea surface no longer existed, and the divine light rose into the sky, swaying into rainbow light.
The Golden Crow rises high, and the monstrous water vapor evaporates in the murderous aura, sliding along the curved path and condensing into lotus flowers.
The gray-haired old man with King Xuying behind him had a gloomy expression, with murderous intent in his eyes, and said: "I didn't want to use my secrets. After all, that old guy from Zidu is still alive, but it's not a waste to use it on you this time, junior.
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"The king's sword was damaged and its master was defeated on the Starry Sky Ancient Road. So what if it reappears today?" The Emperor interrupted the old man's words and said in a cold voice.
The next moment, Xiang Yufei roared loudly, roaring the sun and moon, and a bright light burst out from the Immortal Platform. Thousands of black lights fell down, covering him with a fairy dress.
He used his spear to crush the ripples, and the shiny green-gold spear edge was wrapped around the imperial energy, which contained the power of great destruction of the heaven and earth. It could destroy everything, as if it was going to shatter the nine heavens and ten earth, and ascend to another world. It was extremely terrifying.
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"Forbidden weapon of the ancient emperor, have you obtained the inheritance of the extreme path?" The gray-haired old man changed color and quickly activated the sword shadow.
He had very sharp eyesight and recognized the magical objects used by Xiang Yufei. Because of this, he was even more horrified.
The more powerful the monks are, the more they know the greatness of the emperor. That kind of extreme power is simply unstoppable, and is far beyond what the holy soldiers can match.
"Boom!"
The huge phantom of the human king waved his long sword. In one breath, fire shot into the sky, thunder flashed, and various visions came out. A heavy holy power poured down, as if it was going to crush the nine heavens and cover the entire Dongming.
Burn.
"puff!"
The emperor's energy was surging, and the emperor waved his divine spear. The entire human king's shadow was shattered by the bombardment, and then, unabated, he stabbed towards the gray-haired old man.
The living fossil of the Human King Palace quickly recalled the holy sword and stepped forward to block.
However, the green-gold divine spear was entangled with the Ji Dao Qi machine and was almost indestructible. It directly smashed the chain of the Holy Dao, passed over the sword, and penetrated the gray-haired old Taoist body.
The gray-haired old man screamed, and his whole body stood still on the spot. Then the five secret realms erupted with bleeding light, his body collapsed, and his body and shape were destroyed.
This being who achieved the state of Dao-killing in the Dharma-Ending Age was completely destroyed.
The east sky was ups and downs, and the clouds were rising and falling. After the death of the warrior master, the incomplete holy sword that had lost its god also lost its spirit and fell from the sky.
Xiang Yufei made a move with his hand, and his divine power flew out. He held the silver-gold holy sword in his hand, and then tightened his fingers to erase the mark of the previous sword master.
Then, his black hair was disheveled, wearing a black gold battle suit, holding a spear in his right hand and a sword in his left hand, overlooking the Dongming Sea, with light shining out of his eyes.
After a moment, Zhonghuang whispered: "This place is more suitable for Taoists than Beidou."
Compared with the Emperor Burial Star where the Yakuza forces gather together, he prefers to fight on this ancient star. At least, there will be no interference from imperial weapons during the battle.
Although he follows Su Yu now, he still can't forget the embarrassment he felt when he was captured alive by the imperial weapon for the first time. He will never forget that kind of resentment until his death.
But now on this ancient star, he is the only one who bullies others with the ultimate imperial weapon!
This wave caused the former dragon slayer to transform into a demonic dragon. The situation was reversed, and the taste was not understandable to outsiders.
Xiang Yufei stroked the ancient silver sword and sealed it in the holy weapon space. Then he waved his war spear with a calm expression, opening up a space passage and preparing to cross back.
Suddenly, his expression changed and he received a message from Emperor Mingdao...
After putting away the psychic purple jade, Xiang Yufei shook his head and said to himself: "Renyu Taoist disciple, it seems that I am going to the North Sea, and there happen to be two golden crows."
However, this incident turned out to be a mistake.
When Xiang Yufei crossed the Minggu Territory, Emperor Ziwei was waiting outside the temple to greet him.
"Meet the Emperor!"
Xiang Yufei nodded slightly. After Su Yu took control of the Ziwei Divine Dynasty, he gave him the identity of the disciple of King Zidu. This identity was very secret and the possibility of exposure was very low.
The real disciple of Zidu went into seclusion for seven hundred years after entering the realm of the Holy Lord, and finally died of old age on the top of Minggu Mountain. Only King Zidu and Emperor Ziwei knew about this, so it was perfect to make a fuss about it.
Just as Xiang Yufei was preparing to fly towards the Ziwei Domain Gate, Emperor Mingdao stepped forward and said softly: "Your Excellency, the Emperor, another adult has set off."
"another......"
Xiang Yufei's thoughts changed, his face became subtle, and then he smiled and said: "Since she has gone, then she will be responsible."
He didn't want to compete with Su Yu's maid for credit. As for safety, that one, as Su Yu's maid, would only have more fetishes than him.
"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your understanding. This happened suddenly." Emperor Ziwei complained.
"What does it have to do with you? Go ahead!" Xiang Yufei's expression was gentle, not arrogant.
"I am also responsible for the affairs of the Divine Dynasty. Just call me if you need anything." Emperor Mingdao bowed his hands and then slowly backed away.
Xiang Yufei looked leisurely, with a slight smile, and said softly: "It seems that the affairs of Taiyin Divine Sect and Fuso Divine Tree Kingdom will be brought forward."
After speaking, he flashed, stepped onto the ground with golden silk steps, climbed to the top of Minggu Mountain, and entered the Ebony Temple.
The hall was extremely vast, and the eyes were filled with chaos. He offered a radiant green gold magic jar to Yu Fei.
This lapis lazuli jar is very small, only two hands high. The jar is exquisite and bright, with flowing lines like wings. The ghost face mask is slightly glowing, slightly dim, and exudes a boundless atmosphere.
This is an emperor-level forbidden weapon given to him by Su Yu. The material is extremely extraordinary. It is made from the quasi-emperor level divine gold - azure mother gold.
According to the strength of the practitioner and the level of the training materials, the forbidden weapons of the extreme realm will also be divided into different levels accordingly.
The lapis lazuli jar in the Emperor's hand is obviously of the highest quality. As long as the power of the Great Sage level is not erupted, the lapis lazuli jar will not be broken.
"The road is lost and the sky falls, the road ends suddenly, the cultivation changes at any time, the soul is boundless..." Xiang Yufei recited the magic formula and performed the ancient sacrificial ritual with a respectful expression.
As the sacrificial inscription passed down by the ruthless lineage from ancient times sounded, the shadow of a magic jar shot out from the depths of the chaos, making the space instantly blurry.
The sky-swallowing magic jar floated up and down, emitting a ray of black light and sinking into the lapis lazuli jar above the Zhonghuang's head, making the originally dim and dim lapis lazuli jar magical again. The grimace mask on the jar also revived and looked lifelike...
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Beiming Sea Area, Gulong Island.
At this time, the banquet has begun. In the center of the island, powerful people gathered on a 100-foot cloud platform. Even monks from Dongsheng Shenzhou and Xiniuhezhou came from across the territory.
The desks are arranged according to status and cultivation level. Among them, the most powerful and the core of the immortal force enter the central temple, and those with lower status are placed on the cloud platform.
In the black wooden palace, Yi Qingwu attracted the most attention. She seemed to be born to be the focus of the world. As soon as she appeared, the sun and the moon would be dimmed in an instant, and the mountains and rivers would be dim.
This kind of beauty should not appear in the human world, making people feel unreal. A woman without any flaws, such as the reincarnation of the Goddess Luo, with a long neck, beautiful face, bright eyes, and graceful appearance.
She has a slender figure, black hair as shiny as silk, and a bright red mole between her eyebrows, which adds endless aura.
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Prince Qinghe was no exception, but he was not paying attention to Yi Qingwu, but peeking at Yan Yixi along the way.
Although the beauty is good, she doesn't like him. The secrets of ancient scriptures are true!
This time, only he and an old imperial uncle came to the Ziwei Dynasty. Both of them were in the first level of Xiantai, and they were not the opponents of Yan Yixi who had entered the secret realm of Xiantai.
But why does he need to take action? He only needs to wait until the monks from the Divine Dynasty arrive.
"Old King Qin, Prince Qinghe." A man wearing a black dragon robe came over, holding a glass of wine, with a smile on his face, and two eye-catching dragon horns in his black hair.
He is the direct grandson of Ancestor Xuanlong and the deputy island owner of Gulong Island, known as Zhenren Shangxuan!
Ancestor Xuanlong is extremely powerful, and his strength is earth-shattering. There are only one or two people in the vast North Sea who can match him.
Although his descendant has not been practicing for a long time, he is extremely powerful and famous.
"I've met the Master of Shangxuan Island!" Prince Qinghe stood up and saluted with his old uncle.
"No need to be polite, today two distinguished guests are here, Long Island is full of glory!" The owner of Shangxuan Island nodded slightly and said politely.
Seeing the Master of Shangxuan Island approaching Ziwei Divine Dynasty, many monks looked over, including Yi Qingwu.
The Battle of Yuhuaxianya is known to all four states, and everyone wants to know the situation of the two Dao-slayers of the Ziwei Dynasty.
Yi Qingwu's beautiful eyes moved slightly, her jade face was like frost and snow, and the runes in her eyes were wandering. This descendant of Guanghan Que was like an ethereal fairy in the Moon Palace, who might fly away in the clouds at any time and emerge from the dust.
After some pleasantries between Master Shangxuan and the old uncle, he looked at Prince Qinghe and said with some worry: "The people coming from the foreign land are extremely vicious. In the past, King Zidu was very kind to my father. I wonder if Senior Zidu is okay?"
Prince Qinghe turned his eyes. He didn't know what kind of relationship the ancient ancestor of Zidu had with Gulong Island.
He thought for a while and said in a deep voice: "With the good words of the island master, I also hope that the ancient ancestor is well!"
Hearing these words, the eyes of the Ninth Prince of the Golden Crow turned cold, and the golden energy around his body shone. He really wanted to capture the opponent now and conduct a soul search to find out the situation of the Golden Crow King.
But for the sake of the Fuso Sacred Tree Kingdom, he could only endure it.
Now that the Ziwei Divine Dynasty is at its peak, King Zidu's eldest disciple who was on the verge of death actually stepped into the third heaven of Xiantai. Two Dao-killing kings suppressed him, and no one in Luzhou dared to offend him.
Even if the Ziwei Divine Dynasty colludes with foreign monks, the current forces in Luzhou can only succumb to their lustful power.
Now that the Golden Crow King is missing, the Golden Crow tribe has lost its king, and the external forces are shrinking.
"I can only hope that everything goes well with Sixth Brother."
The ninth prince of the Golden Crow closed his eyes, looking a little downcast, drank a cup of fairy brew, and enjoyed a moment of peace.
The blond girl next to him also looked at Prince Qinghe, with flames rising in her golden pupils, looking very heroic.
Unlike his brother's scruples, Lu Ling was already ready to take action after the banquet.
"I wonder where those foreign monks came from?" came Yi Qingwu's soft voice, with a hint of fragrance, which sounded very pleasant to the ear.
Prince Qinghe frowned, shook his head, and said helplessly: "I am not allowed to know such confidential matters."
The Lord of Shangxuan Island's eyes shot out with light, like two divine thunders. He smiled and walked back without further questioning.
Prince Qinghe sat down and didn't care about what happened just now. He smiled and clinked glasses with other monks, talking about some of his experiences in cultivation.
At this time, fairy music sounded, silk and bamboo chirped harmoniously, and witches danced, proving that a distinguished guest had arrived.
People couldn't help but look outside, and saw Duanmuming, the son of the Taiyin God, walking out from under the five-color jade platform. He had a handsome face, wore a black gold robe, and exuded a cold aura.
This is the holy power of Taiyin, the most original power. Its use can be traced back to the ancient times, and it has unpredictable manifestations.
Next to Duanmuming, there is a majestic man who is even more extraordinary. There are five colors flowing in his eyes, his eyebrows are long and his hair is tied with a purple gold crown.
"The Nine-headed Dragon King is here!" someone exclaimed.
The North Sea is boundless and unfathomably vast. Many people believe that there is a Kunpeng Yuanzu in the extreme depths, a terrifying ancient saint who sleeps and cannot come out.
In this known sea area, the strength of the major forces can be speculated. It is rumored that the Nine-Headed Jiao King is the next invincible master of the demon clan.
Rumor has it that after the Nine-Headed Dragon King transformed into a human form, he abolished the demonic element and modified the human method. Now his Taoism has become so perfect that it has become a terrifying Taoist tradition in the ancient times of the human race.
The Nine-Headed Jiao King and Duan Muming passed through the crowd, and after offering congratulatory gifts to the Lord of Shangxuan Island, they stared directly at Prince Qinghe with cold eyes and undisguised hostility.
Prince Qinghe sneered. Although his cultivation level was slightly low, he had no fear at all and looked at it calmly.
This unexpected situation suddenly made the atmosphere in the venue tense. The Nine-Headed Jiao King is an invincible rising master in the North Sea. Everyone knows that he has a sworn relationship with the Golden Crow Tribe. So he launched an attack at this time. You don't need to think about it to know what is going on.
The Ninth Prince of Jinwu stood up and came over. His spiritual thoughts sent a message: "The Jinwu people appreciate King Jiao's good intentions, but it is not appropriate to settle accounts with the Ziwei Divine Dynasty at this time."
The Nine-Headed Jiao King looked gloomy, showing no signs of happiness or anger, and still did not move. The Taiyin God Son had a faint smile on his face, looking calm and calm.
Everyone put down their wine glasses, and the place suddenly became quiet. People's hearts were pounding, thinking that this banquet was going to be a bloody disaster.
"Kneel down!"
Suddenly, the Nine-Headed Jiao King gave a loud shout and suddenly took action. Five green dragons rushed up from behind him, rising up against the sky, and then turned into five green fingers. The green light was strong, and the Dao patterns were endless. They were condensed into big hand seals, and he took a powerful strike.
, I want to subdue Prince Qinghe with one palm.
Prince Qinghe's expression turned cold. He didn't expect that the other party would actually betray him, so he was forced to sacrifice his magic weapon.
A large seal pressed down, and a black mountain appeared vaguely. Among them, nine purple dragons rushed up, vigorous and powerful. Each one had dense scales, as if made of purple gold. They rushed towards the big green hand, trying to block this
one strike.
"Bang!"
Green light and purple light burst out, and the big green hand seal instantly shattered the black mountain, sending out huge fluctuations, but it was confined to a small area. The strength of this nine-headed dragon king has reached the realm of transformation.
The nine purple dragons wailed and disappeared into the void. Prince Qinghe spit out a mouthful of blood and was pressed by the big handprint, kneeling down, feeling extremely humiliated.
"Nine-headed dragon, how dare you insult me like this..." Prince Qinghe roared, his whole body extremely angry.
The Nine-Headed Jiao King had a cold look on his face. He stared at Prince Qinghe and said disdainfully: "So what if I humiliate you? An ant from the first level of Xiantai, do you think I dare not touch you? How dare you provoke me?"
Seeing this scene, the ninth prince of Jinwu showed a happy smile, and the depression in his heart was relieved a lot. He thought with murderous intention: "Why can the Dao-slayers of the Ziwei Dynasty survive, and are so shameless as to collude with foreign lands?"
All of them deserve to be killed."
"You passed!"
The old uncle of the Ziwei Dynasty took a step forward, and the owner of Xuan Island said angrily: "Is this the way of hospitality on Gulong Island?"
On the steps, the man in black robe chuckled lightly and said: "This is just a fight between the younger generation. King Qin please calm down."
Then he looked at the Nine-Headed Jiao King, deliberately pretending to have an unswerving expression, and said seriously: "Does the Jiao King want to show off his power here?"
"Don't dare!"
Seeing the Master of Shangxuan Island speak, the Nine-Headed Jiao King let go of his big hand and said, "I just taught him about the superiority and inferiority of others. A half-step master is so rampant. His elders did not teach him well, so I had to do it for him."
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"You..." Prince Qinghe stood up with difficulty, his eyes bloodshot, and he wanted to walk away.
But thinking of his mission, he could only suppress his anger and sit down, his eyes calmed down, and he thought fiercely in his heart: "Wait, wait, when the ancient ancestor comes, you will all die. Damn Jiu
Snake, I will cut off your snake head with my own hands."
Seeing that Prince Qinghe was patient, the Nine-Headed Jiao King sneered, waved his sleeves, and sat down, hoping to wait for the banquet to end before taking down these two people.
Perhaps because he had never personally experienced the majesty of the Dao-Zhan King, he did not take the figure that the Ninth Prince of the Golden Crow was extremely afraid of, and he did not regret it after taking action.
Yi Qingwu shook her head slightly and sighed, feeling that Beihai would be caught in a storm.
The ancient scriptures of the gods were unified, and the elders of her master also moved, but the cultivation level of the Guanghan Palace was not as good as that of the Golden Crow King and others. When she approached the Feathering Immortal Cliff, she was frightened back by the aftermath...
"Did the ancient saint, Ziwei Divine Dynasty really join forces with the foreign land?" Fairy Guanghan sighed quietly, her thoughts were flying, and she was a little worried about the future situation.
But that's all.
Whether it was the Tao-killing King or the Sage, they were all too far away from her. She had just entered the second heaven of Immortal Stage for the first time, and could not truly understand the horror of the two.
This is also the normal behavior of Ziwei monks, who don’t know how high the sky is and how high it is!
You must know that the ancient Taoists and human kings of the Qing Dynasty are all recognized as having passed away two thousand years ago, but now they have all "alive" and even involve saints from foreign lands.
The ancient sages, with four words, could crush the sky. Under the sect, few people knew the power of the saints.
Every generation of geniuses threatens to attain enlightenment and become an emperor, and they are extremely proud of themselves. However, in the past tens of millions of years, only three enlightened beings have emerged from this ancient star. In this age of the end of the Dharma, saints are also almost extinct, and there have not been any for thousands of years.