The golden chariot rumbled across the sky, like a second day in the sky, dazzling with brilliance. Wherever it passed, monks from all races retreated and stopped to marvel.
"What a domineering air-control weapon. Could it be that this is the vehicle of the legendary Golden Crow Demon King..."
"Nonsense, except for those noble demon kings from Hezhou, who else in Buzhou can use such a luxurious magical weapon?"
"The white tiger pulling the cart is so powerful. Could it be a relic of the ancient times?"
"How is it possible? How noble is the White Tiger clan? In the ancient times, the White Tiger, Qinglong, Suzaku, and Xuanwu were all the four guardians of the demon clan. They had made great military exploits and were named the divine beasts of the four directions. Their status was only second to the chief guardian Kunpeng.
Next. In Hezhou, among the white tiger clan, only the White Tiger Demon Lord lineage can be called the legacy of the ancient times. They have the blood of mythical beasts and are highly respected. How can they pull a cart for the Golden Crow Demon Lord? You must be wrong. This is just an ordinary animal.
It’s just a tiger demon.”
"However, with gold as a ride and a white tiger pulling a chariot, this must be the trip of the Golden Crow Demon Lord. Rumor has it that the Golden Crow Demon Lord dominates Hezhou and his power is boundless. Even if the immortals of the Shenzhou sect encounter him, they will give way. We
It’s better not to get too close, lest the demon king be unhappy and suffer disaster.”
"How noble the Demon Lord is, how can he take us ants into his eyes? However, even in Hezhou, where there are so many monsters, the Demon Lord is rare to see. In our state, since the war between the five tribes a million years ago, the Demon Lord has become a rare sight.
You have never appeared before, but now there are several demon kings coming to the old city of Tianhuangdi. I am afraid that the world will be in chaos again."
"Humph, it hasn't been a while since the Shenyao Dynasty has been acting too high-profile, repeatedly invading the territory of demons and demons, showing its wolfish ambition to unify the state, especially the indifferent miaodao, who is the vanguard of the dynasty's expansion. With the support of the dynasty, it has
He has repeatedly infiltrated into the clan's territory and spread the evil concept of banning all laws and harmonizing the world, and seems to be an enemy of the entire world's monks."
"What Danran Miao Dao wants to challenge is not the monks in the world, but the law of the weak and the strong that Buzhou has pursued since history. It is simply going against heaven. However, although the concept of Danran Miao Dao is crooked, it caters to the psychology of the weak.
There are hundreds of billions of people in Buzhou, and the weak make up the majority. Their purpose is to arouse the resistance of the vast majority of people, so as to revolutionize the lives of a few people. If they are allowed to gain power, all major tribes in Buzhou will
The foundation of our rule will be shaken, and by then, it may not just be a simple resumption of the five races’ struggle for hegemony.”
"My fellow Taoist speaks very well. Could it be that he comes from the upper reaches of China?"
"Exactly, I am a loose cultivator in Shenzhou. Fellow Taoist, we are destined to meet each other. I advise you to leave Buzhou as soon as possible. In Buzhou today, Danran Miaodao and Shenyao Dynasty are supposed to be in extreme opposition.
The forces are mixed together, which has attracted the attention of other tribes. Powerful demon kings and demon kings have appeared one after another, trying to uproot them. This is no longer a simple battle for hegemony, but a battle of ideas. A battle of ideas.
If you are not careful, the bloody calamity of the First Emperor of China will reappear. No matter who wins, there will be a bloody purge. No one in the state can be immune to this."
"Thank you for the advice, fellow Taoist. If you can escape this disaster, you will be rewarded in the future."
The discussion of the monks along the way did not stop the golden chariot at all. Under the strong pull of the red-faced and thick-necked White Tiger Young Master, it flew straight across the sky like a day and headed straight for the old city of Tianhuangdi, the home of the demon clan.
"stop!"
Just as they were getting closer to the realm of the demon clan, Fahai, who had been sitting high on the golden chariot, suddenly shouted loudly, and upon receiving Fahai's order, the pure sun pearl that had been wrapped around the neck of the White Tiger Master suddenly shrank.
Suddenly, Mr. Baihu staggered and almost fell into the clouds.
"You little kitten is really disobedient. You stop when the Zen Master tells you to stop. Why are you running so vigorously? Even if you run into the arms of your father in the old city of Tianhuangdi, you still have to come back and pull the Zen Master's cart."
Lord Fire Dragon's ridicule made Young Lord Baihu feel ashamed and angry, but he turned around and looked at the still-scented pot of golden crow soup in the sunlit cauldron on the chariot. He immediately became dejected and did not dare to say a word.
"What's wrong?" Huang Wuyi and her daughter, who were in high spirits after refining the power of the sun, saw the chariot stop and couldn't help but stand up and look at Fahai.
"Oh, I met an acquaintance. Originally, I wanted to make a special trip to visit them, but I didn't expect that they are also in the demon clan realm, which saves me a lot of trouble."
"who?"
"You have met this person, but she seems to be in some trouble..."
Before Fa Hai finished speaking, he saw a huge whirlwind visible to the naked eye appearing in the distant sky. In the whirlwind, a huge folding fan carried three people at high speed, heading straight for the golden chariot, and following that
Behind the folding fan, there is a blazing sun. Wherever the sun passes, the flames are poisonous, the earth is cracked, mountains and rivers are steaming, thousands of creatures are burned and extinct, and everything within a thousand miles is an apocalyptic scene.
"Golden Crow Demon Lord!" Bai Hu, who felt the demonic energy soaring into the sky that day, was dejected and his eyes suddenly lit up, full of hope.
"What a gentleman..."
Fahai's eyes were all focused on the folding fan being chased by the sun. The mighty wind was like a pure and honest gentleman, not showing off his mountains and leaking water, but guarding the three people on the fan, even though there was a strange sun behind him.
Extremely fast and boundless in demonic power, it was unable to harm the three people on the fan at all.
No matter how fierce your flames are, I will remain as motionless as a mountain. This is the behavior of a majestic and immeasurable gentleman.
"Song of Fengya, back then you swept across China with only one sword, and you were considered a strong man of the generation. But now you have made no progress. You only know how to run away, and even rely on the gentlemanly style of Jixia Academy to save your life. Haha, you are a dignified dragon-slaying clan.
The leader of the six forests in Guigu is so unbearable. If you have the ability, use your Emperor's Sorrow to fight this demon lord!!"
"Fuck your mother! I'm as big as your grandma! Old Suan Ding, please don't get so excited that you vomit blood again. You two can risk your lives. I, Wang Xingren, haven't lived long enough. As long as we persist until the Shenyao Dynasty,
When we see Nü Fujun, this first-grade fat bird can do nothing to us."
"Master, look at the golden chariot in front of you..."
"Hmph, the golden chariot, the vehicle of the son of the Golden Crow Demon Lord, rush over! My cultivation can no longer support the consumption of the gentleman's style, so I can capture him as a hostage and force the old demon to submit!"
"Haha, my son came back at the right time. Feng Yasong, my son's cultivation is not inferior to yours, and he has a secret treasure to protect him, plus the help of the white tiger nephew, how can you capture him if you want?"
The roar of the Golden Crow was like rolling thunder, resounding through the sky, and the powerful pressure almost shook the world. The screams continued, and the whirlwind and scorching sun were already flying over the golden chariot.
The folding fan flew over, like a breeze blowing on the face, but it contained boundless murderous intent. However, when everyone on it saw Fa Hai, with his scholar's shirt fluttering, standing free and aloof on the golden chariot, the boundless murderous intent was suddenly replaced by bursts of surprise.
.
"That's... Master Dao! Ha, we're saved now!!"
"Senior Brother Fahai?!"
"who?"
Just when everyone was surprised, the sun was rising in the sky, and the whole world seemed to have turned into a blazing hell, a blazing red. The boundless flames above the sun instantly converged, turning into a short Taoist priest covered in golden robes, Ling Ling.
Falling from space, with unparalleled power, when his eyes opened and closed, the powerful pressure unique to the prehistoric race over all living things almost filled the sky, making people tremble and want to worship.
"Uncle Jiu, help!" Before the Taoist could land, Mr. Baihu, who saw the savior, shouted regardless.
"Where is my child?" The Taoist ignored Mr. Baihu's plea for help. As if he sensed something, his gaze was firmly fixed on Fahai. The voice of questioning was like coming from eternity, making the sky tremble and oppressing people.
Almost suffocated.
"Ah..." At this time, Fahai had already folded his fan and protected Feng Yasong and the others behind him, facing the Taoist's boundless pressure with ease.
Having realized the way of freedom in heaven and earth, the word detachment has been engraved in Fa Hai's bones. Even a Confucian dress cannot hide the unbroken meaning of detachment in his body.
In the face of this kind of detachment, the power of the Golden Crow is no more than the breeze blowing on the face.
"Hmph!" Fa Hai's aloof posture was regarded as arrogance by the Taoist. He snorted coldly, and his murderous intent swept across, like a big wave hitting the sky, sweeping across thousands of miles.
"Plop"
Feng Wuxin, who was blocked by Fahai, was fine. Feng Yasong, who was protected by a gentleman's style on one side, turned pale and opened his mouth to vomit a trace of blood. As for Wang Xingren, it was even more unbearable. Under the pressure of this boundless murderous intention, he directly
He knelt down on the ground, stirring up bird feathers all over the ground...
The glittering, magnificent golden bird feathers, the plucked bird feathers, and the cauldron with lingering fragrance next to the bird feathers are enough to illustrate the bloody end of Jinwu Shaojun's life.
"Pfft~"
Just when the Taoist's heart was shaken and a mouthful of old blood spurted out, Fahai also sighed and said, "Young master is good, delicious and delicious. He will live in our stomachs forever."
"you……"
The Taoist howled hoarsely, and the space shook violently. The ten directions were throbbing, and the whole world trembled. The flames rose without wind, and the entire sky turned into a big melting pot. The anger burned through the nine layers of the sky, and countless clouds turned into fine particles.
The rain is pouring down, falling sadly.
It is the great silence of great sorrow!
"Hey, it's so sad to lose a son in old age. Let's reunite the father and son as soon as possible. Oh, by the way, remember to leave his blood."
The Taoist's sadness was still simmering, but Fahai had lost interest. With a wave of his hand, the Fire Dragon Lord and the Hualong Relic came out and pounced on the Taoist.
"Bury with my son!"
As soon as the Fire Dragon Lord and the dragon relics appeared, the grief-stricken Taoist suddenly woke up, his eyes shot out an infinite fierce light, and with a movement of his body, he turned into a three-legged golden crow that covered the sky and the sun, soaring into the sky for tens of thousands of miles.
As the golden glow boils, it shoots straight down with the sky-burning flames, rushing straight into the Sea of Fa without hesitation.
This Golden Crow has gone crazy. At this moment, all he can think of is destruction and destruction of everything.
Unfortunately, he is destined to have no hope of revenge. What awaits him is more than a hundred dragons and a gorgeous group fight.
"Buried with your son? With a flap of your wings, thousands of living beings became extinct, who will be buried with them? I created the wonderful way of indifference, just to break the so-called almighty destiny of you people who are aloof and regard all living beings in the world as ants!"
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