Da Luo Hall.

The Nine Heavens Profound Girl stood at the bottom of the Heavenly Emperor's throne, staring at the gathered warrior star kings with cold phoenix eyes, and asked: "Is there no difference in each palace?"

The Lords of the Martial Gods lowered their heads, respectfully and rigorously accepted the leader's inspection, and replied in unison: "Nothing unusual!"

"There's a problem!"

Jiutian Xuannv suddenly realized something was wrong.

From a mental perspective, these protoss not only showed no signs of injury, but were actually better than before.

Each one's face was moist, like flowers soaked in rain and dew, blooming vigorously.

But how is it possible?

The current situation in the God Realm is to barely survive. Those who can sleep should sleep, and those who can't sleep should save their breathing. Both the top and bottom should enter an energy-saving state. It is normal to have a withered look.

If something goes wrong, there must be demons. It seems that her worries are correct. The demons are unruly and unruly. They are afraid that they will violate the old agreement and attack the divine world.

Jiutian Xuannv composed herself and said: "Heaven is at peace and there has been no war for a long time. In order to prevent the demons from misbehaving, I want to sacrifice the Emperor's Mirror to illuminate the six realms!"

All the generals said in unison: "Please obey Shangyu!"

The Nine Heavens Profound Girl moved with great force, unfolded her sleeves, and a huge spiritual light shone from His Highness, forming a ring of divine power, gathering at the feet of every god.

They also immediately mobilized their own divine power and injected it all into the ring.

The entire Daluo Hall shook slightly, and a huge and simple round mirror rose up, illuminating the nine heavens and ten earths, revealing the Yin and Yang.

This mirror is called the Emperor's Mirror. It was refined by Fuxi himself. Like the Fuxi Sword enshrined in Shushan, it is an ancient magic weapon used to monitor the operation of the six realms.

When going to war with the demon clan, they can better detect the movements of the opponent's army and always gain the upper hand. Therefore, although the eight major clans of the demon clan, led by Chonglou, are extremely brave, they have never been able to break out of the well of gods and demons.

It is firmly blocked outside the home.

It is no exaggeration to call it the number one strategic artifact.

Of course, after losing his energy, the Emperor's Mirror retired gloriously. Now the old man was finally moved out and used his remaining energy again. The Emperor's Mirror happily turned over a hundred and eighty thousand somersaults and looked down.

On the mirror, a bloody world suddenly emerged.

Under the red sky, a grand ceremony was being held in the huge city made of dense bones.

Thousands of demons gathered together, with demonic energy and bloody flames, to worship the ancestor demon Chiyou.

Unlike human sacrifices, which do not include dance rituals, demon sacrifices are more like a grand martial arts meeting.

The eight major clans gathered together, and warriors from each clan entered the battlefield to fight. There were single-on-one fights, four-on-four group battles, and the most brutal melee.

There are corpses all over the place, bloody and bloody. There are no whole corpses, and they are not cleaned up. Every demon clan holds their weapons high, and the more they fight, the braver they become.

The entire festival stage is simply an ancient colosseum.

Although this scene is extremely bloody, to the demons, it is nothing at all.

Because this is already a negotiation.

Through the Demon Ancestor Ceremony, the victorious tribes among the eight major tribes can occupy more land and resources, while the defeated tribes will naturally have to retreat to the frontiers and tighten their belts.

This form of negotiation avoids killing each other to the greatest extent and preserves vitality.

This is also the case when the eight major demon clans have been fighting each other over the years, resulting in heavy casualties, and the pressure has dropped sharply.

In the past, when seeing the demons needing to compete for resources in this way, the gods would definitely smile, but now they feel sad and sad.

Jiutian Xuannv has no sympathy for the demons at all. In her heart, the demons should all die so that the world can remain pure forever. By observing the Ancestral Demon Festival, she is also observing the martial gods and star kings.

Judging from various signs, there was no connection between the two parties, which made her feel a little relieved.

At least the Protoss didn't reveal any traitors.

However, Jiutian Xuannv believed in her whim and concluded that there must be some unknown conspiracy brewing in the demon world, so she did not take back the Emperor's Mirror and continued to illuminate it.

"We can spread the belief in Dionysus to the devil world!"

At the same time, Huang Shang was also watching this scene.

Jiutian Xuannv would never have imagined that everything that happened in the Daluo Hall would appear in the eyes of her imaginary enemy, just like a live broadcast.

This is not observed through a certain Martial God or Star Officer, but all the Martial Gods and Star Officers gather their divine power and transmit it to the God of Dionysus from all angles, and then integrate the situation of the Great Luo Palace.

There are all traitors in the hall, except Jiutian Xuannv who is a loyal minister.

This reminds me of gin again...

Ah, Emperor of Heaven!

But Huang Shang is not interested in Jiutian Xuannv.

This second generation of the gods created by Fuxi is powerful and ruthless. If you want to make her believe in Dionysus, the possibility of failure is too high.

At this stage, he does not want to take unnecessary risks. If the Nine Heavens Xuannv discovers that something is wrong and desperately wakes up those sleeping ancient gods and fights against the belief in Dionysus, both sides will suffer losses. The gain will definitely outweigh the losses.

Fortunately, Jiutian Xuannv temporarily took over Fuxi's duties. What she did at this time made Huang Shang see another huge blank space in his faith.

Demonic world!

How can there be gods without demons?

The key point now is whether the passage of time in all realms is equal.

According to the setting of the Fairy Sword World, there are seven days in the sky and a thousand years underground.

But now, Huang Shang made a judgment that it was a manifestation of the different flow of spiritual energy.

The aura of the God Realm is too rich and far away from that of the Human Realm, which is why there is such a big gap.

But in this world, there is something wrong with the sacred tree. After the spiritual energy is imbalanced, the passage of time in all realms becomes the same.

It only took about two or three months for Huang Shang and the Evil Sword Immortal to come to Heaven from the Sacred Tree. The same time went by in the human world and the same time in the demon world.

This gives him the possibility of remote control.

There is no need to go to the demon world in person, just use the Emperor's Mirror to send the soul clans such as Xiao Xie, Xiao Xie, Xiao Xie Xie, etc. who were split by the Evil Sword Immortal. In that atmosphere, Dionysus will definitely have a chance to spread.

Belief.

The key now is how to get access to the Emperor's Mirror and use this artifact for your own use.

"It seems we need to give Dionysus a real body!"

Huang Shang thought for a moment and said to the Evil Sword Immortal: "I'm going to the sacred tree. Don't move around here and monitor the Nine Heavens Xuannv's every move!"

"good!"

The Evil Sword Immortal nodded, full of fighting spirit.

Seeing that the Soul Clan is about to stand at the pinnacle of this world, there is no overtime and hard work in its dictionary, only career and struggle.

…

Sacred tree.

When Huang Shang came again, Xiyao was still taking care of her, watering the flowers, and cooking home-cooked dishes.

Seeing him arriving, Xiyao smiled: "Is something wrong?"

Huang Shang got straight to the point: "Come and ask for hundreds of millions of magical fruits!"

Xiyao didn't take it seriously: "Wait a minute!"

As she spoke, she took a golden hammer and flew under the canopy of the tree.

Go get the magic fruit.

Just like the passage of time, the divine fruit was originally a precious material and the source of life for the gods.

Since the gods are all singles for ten thousand years, male gods and female gods cannot add new gods by giving birth to offspring. If you want to increase the number of gods, you can only rely on the birth of divine fruits.

The sacred tree blooms every three thousand years, bears fruit every three thousand years, and matures again every three thousand years to produce a batch of sacred fruits. These sacred fruits are sent to heaven and enlightened by Fuxi, and a batch of new gods are born.

Logically speaking, this is the most important material of the God Clan, the foundation among the foundations. As the guardian of the sacred tree, Xiyao cannot keep it by herself.

But during the previous chat, Huang Shang had made some insinuations and found out how Tang Xuejian was born.

In the original plot, Xiyao secretly concealed a magical fruit because she missed Fei Peng. She used the fruit as her heart, the branches and leaves as her body, and herself as a model to create a new woman and throw her into the lower world.

This woman carries Xiyao’s dream of following Feipeng, becoming a mortal, and accompanying Feipeng’s reincarnation. She is Tang Xuejian, the heroine of the Three Immortals.

Later, this matter was exposed, and Xiyao was punished by the gods and deprived of her physical existence. The ending was very miserable.

But in this world, the divine tree has been robbed, the spiritual energy is out of balance, and the divine fruit has become redundant.

Just imagine that the existing protoss don't have enough to eat and need to sleep to extend their lives. Where will new protoss be born to compete with them for spiritual energy?

So in recent years, the magical fruits have been piling up. Xiyao pinched and played with them when she had nothing to do. The only one she pinched that looked like a human was Tang Xuejian.

Now she hit eight more magical fruits, held them in her arms, flew back to the tree crown, and held them forward: "This is now mature, is it enough?"

Huang Shang nodded, the God of Dionysus emerged from behind, and an indescribable light of faith fell down.

Every time a divine fruit falls on it, it is like a mouth in the void, swallowing it up silently.

Swish! Swish! Swish!
To be continued...