"Nine Dragons Suppress Souls, Long Aotian's nine spears can be regarded as killing Tianguan Taoist in his past life and this life. It can be regarded as the true destruction of Tao. It is really powerful."
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The Shengting Long Family and some hidden powerful men also appeared at this time.
It's time for the real showdown.
"I want to fight, and fight until all this land is flowing with my blood. I will repair my war sword, save my dignity, kill the thieves, and seize the glory. The Long family will not die, and the Long family's soul will never be extinguished..."
Another group of Long family monks wearing golden robes returned. They sang war songs. They were originally hiding in the mountains and forests, keeping their names anonymous. Until someone handed a talisman to their hands, these people gathered together. , we must fight for honor, and we must fight for the blood flowing in our bodies.
Lord Shentian stood above the broken palace, suspended in the ethereal void, and laughed loudly: "Okay, okay, since they are all back, it's time to catch them all, no one should leave today."
Lord Shentian waved his arm, creating an invisible air wave, like the waves during a tsunami, blowing away dozens of feathered sage-level figures, and their bodies made a "gacha" sound in the air wave. The sound made dozens of wails, and finally turned into blood powder.
Dozens of feathered sages have fallen. These are all elites of the Long family, and it is not easy to train each of them.
The Shentian Jue Mansion has many allies, not only the nobles of the Sixth Central Dynasty, but also some big figures from other central dynasties, who are also on the side of the Shentian Jue Mansion. Their overall strength is far higher than that of the monks of the Long family. Has an overwhelming advantage.
"As a moth flies into the flame, today is the day when the Long family will be exterminated."
Many strong men are taking action at this time, such as the sword master of the Sixth Central Dynasty, a nobleman from the Twelfth Central Dynasty... They all have interests in transactions with Lord Shentian, so they naturally want to help Lord Shentian at this moment. He suppressed the rebellion and helped Lord Tianjue become the Lord of the Holy Court.
The blood dyed the void red, forming a tragic song.
"Even a moth fighting against a flame must fight. Only those who die in battle have no souls that are destroyed in battle."
The children of the Long family have returned from all directions. Some are hiding in small and remote countries like the Shenjin Dynasty, some are hiding in remote mountains and rivers, and some have established their own forces in other central dynasties. But at this time, they have all returned. It turned into a crowd.
Sing war songs loudly and die generously.
Their bodies have warm blood, liver and gallbladder, and a tragic feeling.
The Half-Saint Talisman in Feng Feiyun's hand was about to crack completely. The Half-Saint's power was rapidly passing away. He fought with more than a dozen strong men at the same time, and among them there was even a Duke-level figure who attacked him across the void. .
"Feng Feiyun, let me help you."
A simple pagoda flew across the sky. The aura of the Holy Spirit emitted from the pagoda, and chaotic light erupted. The dozen or so strong men were taken into the tower and fell into the hands of the female demon.
"Boom, boom, boom."
The Tianzun Wuliang Tower was trembling violently. The dozen or so strong men bombarded the tower, making loud noises. The broken tower seemed to be pushed open by them.
"Suppress me."
The female demon clenched her snow-white teeth tightly and held down the Tianzun Wuliang Tower. Terrifying demonic energy erupted from her body, suppressing it continuously into the tower, crushing and transforming the strong men inside one by one. For flesh and bones.
"No one can suppress me." A lord-level figure roared in the tower, and the Tianzun Boundless Tower immediately doubled in size.
"I can suppress you."
The succubus's arms were as slender as if they were carved from white jade. They stretched directly into the tower door and fought with that lord. In the end, the lord could not withstand the power of the Tianzun Wuliang Tower and was beaten to pieces by the succubus.
Head.
Too violent.
Feng Feiyun's arms were covered in blood. He spread out his palms and held a semi-holy talisman inside. There were nine cracks on the talisman. It was so tattered that when mixed with the blood, it almost turned into jade.
Scumbag.
"This can only be used for the last time. Bi Ningshuai and Bi Old Woman, two bastards, go to the Holy Court Treasure House to recruit people. Will it take so long?" Feng Feiyun's eyes turned red and he cursed, feeling that these two grandsons were doing something wrong.
They are all equally unreliable.
Just as Feng Feiyun finished cursing, a brilliant atmosphere came out from the broken Atrium Star, filling the sky. A door of light opened, and countless monks flew out from the ground, killing all the garrison guards guarding the Holy Court Treasure House.
, and then rushed into the void, leaving only a rain of blood wherever it passed.
"The guardian saint clan is doing things, and anyone who rebels will be punished."
The Holy Court Treasury is opened.
The six elders of the Guardian Clan were walking in the front. They were all extremely old. They were covered in white robes and golden armor, like six rounds of golden sun flying out.
Bi Ningshuai and Grandpa Bi were following behind the six elders, raising their heads and chests, looking arrogantly at everyone.
"The guardian saint clan has come, but you still haven't handed over the head." Grandpa Bi was afraid that others wouldn't see him, so his voice was as loud as a bull's braying.
An ancestor of the Shentian Jue Mansion couldn't stand Grandpa Bi's arrogance and tried to suppress him, but was killed by an elder of the Guardian Clan.
Grandpa Bi glared at the other strong man who was about to take action, pointed his finger at the other person's nose, and said: "Be careful, I will take care of you later."
The strong man squeezed his palm again and again, but finally did not take action. After all, the six elders of the Guardian Clan were too powerful, and each one had the aura of a great sage.
The appearance of the Guardian Clan made the elites of the Long Family overjoyed. They had long heard that the Long Family had such a strong foundation and that they were the guardians of the Long Family.
The younger generation of monks are still very unfamiliar with the Guardian Clan, but those figures from the older generation all showed solemn expressions. This is a powerful force that has protected the Long family for more than a million years, and has protected it several times in history.
Turn things around and rewrite the national destiny of the Sixth Central Dynasty.
If this group of people hadn't suddenly disappeared 30,000 years ago, the Long family would not have declined so quickly.
Lord Shentian stood on top of the broken palace, with bright armor on his body, looking in the direction of the star in the atrium, and coldly snorted: "Guard Saint Clan, if you walked out of the Holy Court Treasure House a thousand years ago, maybe I would still be there.
I have to be afraid of you, but now, not even the cedar tree can kill me, let alone you."
In the treasure house of the Holy Court, an old man wearing golden armor walked out, stood on the waterfall of flowing magma, and looked at the starry sky outside the territory. His eyes glowed with golden brilliance. His body continued to expand, and finally turned into a three-dimensional statue.
A tall giant.
The Protector of War held a battle ax in his hand and stood there calmly, like a statue made of gold.
Lord Shentian stared at the old man, his eyes narrowed slightly, "Quotaiyue."
Quetaiyue, this name is unfamiliar to most people present, and only a few people still have some memories of it.
An old wise master said: "Quetaiyue was once the number one genius of the Holy Court."
"What is the first genius of the Holy Court? I have never heard that the first genius of the Holy Court is Que Taiyue."
Every few decades, there will always be a peerless genius born, an invincible fighter in the world. To those young people, they are naturally extraordinary figures, but to those strong men of the older generation, this is nothing surprising. After all, you hear a name like this every few decades, so over time, there is nothing surprising.
But for those wise masters, they will naturally write down this information and never forget it in their lifetime.
The old wise master said: "He was the first genius of the Holy Court thirty thousand years ago."
"..."
Everyone was speechless.
The first genius 30,000 years ago, he was invincible among his contemporaries 30,000 years ago, and how terrifying he will be 30,000 years later.
Thirty thousand years is really too long. The sea has changed, things and people have changed. If a person can live for thirty thousand years, then most of his contemporaries are probably dead.
Let alone thirty thousand years, three thousand years is too long.
The Guardian God of War said slowly: "I didn't expect that since there are still people who remember my name, even I almost forgot it."
The Guardian God of War stood on the waterfall and looked at Lord Shentian. The two were thousands of miles apart, but they seemed to be close at hand. "Lord Shentian, what the Sixth Central Dynasty needs is stability and unity. Only in this way can the human race To be able to become stronger and resist the invasion of demon clan, it’s time for you to stop.”
Lord Shentian laughed loudly and said: "What I want is stability and unity. Once I become the master of the Sixth Central Dynasty, the Sixth Central Dynasty will definitely be more prosperous than it is now."
The Guardian God of War shook his head and said: "But now there are many princes in the Sixth Central Dynasty, each of them is a king. Even the evil people in the underworld dare to attack the Holy Court. This is also called prosperity."
"This is the Sixth Central Dynasty under the rule of the mediocre Lord of the Holy Court. It is precisely because I cannot understand the current situation and the decline of the Sixth Central Dynasty that I have no choice but to establish myself as the ruler and rebuild a more powerful dynasty. The Sixth Central Dynasty." Lord Shentian said.
Guardian God Zhan said: "Then there is nothing to say, just fight. If you can defeat me, it will not be too late to talk about becoming the master."
Although the Guardian God of War is old, he is still full of passion, and the fighting spirit in his body is no less than that of young people.
Although Lord Shentian has not recovered from his injuries, he is an arrogant and confident person and will not shrink in front of anyone.
The surrounding monks began to retreat. This was a semi-saint-level confrontation. It was too destructive, so retreat as far away as possible.
The Protector God of War roared loudly, the sound was like thunder, and he immediately faced off with Lord Shentian. The two of them struck like lightning, their bodies changed, shattered the void, and hit the ground from the Holy Court.
No one could see their fighting figures clearly. They could only see one of them stepping on the ground, trampling dozens of mountains in an instant.
Feng Feiyun opened his Phoenix Eyes and kept changing directions, sometimes looking at the sky and sometimes at the ground, but he could still only see two shadows.