The imperial capital, Houtu.

Everyone in the conference room held their breath and focused, and the entire spacious room was filled with deathly silence.

At the end of the long table, the picture is changing, presenting the battlefield that is happening in the offshore seas at this moment.

The surging of blood-colored rivers on the earth was interrupted and dried up in the ruins. The matrix in the center of the tower lost its light, and the black tide slapped at the city again and again. The top of the tower of the steel city that had fallen first could still be observed in the tide. Dazhiyi lay there, letting the tide flow through his hair, and he no longer wanted to move at all. Half of his mouth and nose were buried under the tide and spitting bubbles.

As the silver sword light disappeared, the sea water spreading outward flowed again, and the fragmented city was about to flood again.

Tianjin City.

The defense line of the imperial capital, the location of the Dujin Tower, is also the battlefield between ancestors and kings.

They created devastating power, evaporating again and again the sea water that had already flooded Jincheng, almost causing the entire land to disappear on the territory and become part of the ocean. These creatures walked from the earth to the depths of the East China Sea, and then returned to the land with the might of thunder to flatten the mountains. There were fine and numerous white crystals covering the once glorious city, like a snow. But it was not snow, it was salt.

The dreamy pure white submerged the city and disappeared in the next moment. The strong wind wrapped in flames and roared, rolling up the salt from this land, and the salt particles were annihilated in the golden flames rising from the clouds, melting the gods into the fire.

A more terrifying force has arrived.

The surging sea tide completely shattered, and even the clouds covering the true appearance of the Ancestor's God statue in the sky were torn apart.

The golden tree grew with his will, and its branches spread here and reached the top of the ancestor's head. In the picture, the statue raised his head and looked at it, as if he was curious that such a tree actually existed on this land. The eight kings from the depths of the Taihang Mountain bowed and bowed, slowly retreated, and disappeared into the golden light of the ancient tree. Since the moment he arrived, the Eight Kings understood that they only needed to do the affairs of their subjects at this moment.

The king will bring victory in person.

People who witnessed this scene held their breath.

Because of the opposite side of the Rakshasa statue, the golden armored giant slowly stood up and stood with a sword hanging! It swung its sword, and the sword light was more dazzling than the silver before. The golden light swallowed everything, including the statue of the ancestor god standing in the distance! The violent impact spread in all directions, setting off a tsunami of thousands of meters high. Even the conference room deep in the back earth could clearly feel the vibration. When the shaking feeling passed, people looked up and found that the picture at the end of the long table had been extinguished.

After all, they cannot witness the battle between creatures at this level with their own eyes. The observation points can capture so much content, probably based on the reasons why both sides don't care about it. Now, the real collision between the two is just the aftermath of the outbreak that destroys everything.

Silence, still silence.

People are silent, and the shock in their souls has not subsided.

"Are there any chance?" Finally, someone spoke up to break the silence.

With this question, people looked at a position.

Zhao Xingzhou, the founder of Houtu, was also a personal experience of the turmoil of action before the rise. He even faced the existence in the picture and witnessed the transformation of great life.

No matter how many references they make or how many deductions they make, I am afraid they will not be as good as Zhao Xingzhou's own understanding of that existence.

Zhao Xingzhou pondered and held his chin with both hands.

After a long time, he responded to everyone-

"No."

"It's impossible. Isn't the situation slowly getting better? Even if the altar is lost, the altar is self-destructive and uncontrollable. No one can expect what kind of changes will happen if it continues. Perhaps the entire Yan Kingdom will be destroyed in the hands of the ancestors. If the situation had not deteriorated to this extent, we would not have activated the altar at all." In an extremely depressing atmosphere, someone stood up to refute.

"So, how much is the gap between Taihangjun and his ancestors at present?" Another voice said, "We can use Houtu again. Wasn't Houtu just a huge weapon at the beginning of its construction? Following the arrangement of ancient seal script, referring to the trajectory of the stars, and detonating it, which is enough to reproduce the falling attack of the stars!"

With the proposal, these already gifted people began to think about how to ease the situation.

Time cannot allow them to waste too much.

So suddenly, the entire conference room was filled with boiling discussions, devastating plans were raised and referenced, some were rejected, some were included, and abruptly, a chuckle sounded in the discussion. They were stunned and looked in the direction of the laughter, which was Zhao Xingzhou. He leaned soothingly on his back, without the tension of a crisis coming.

"You misunderstood what I mean." He spread his hands.

"What I said 'no' means...there is no chance."

Zhao Xingzhou pointed at himself, "I was once given the blood of the Lord of Taihang. Even though time has passed for a long time, the drop of blood is still burning in my body. I can feel that he is stronger than ever!"

The man slowly stood up, his eyes dazed, "Just like the scene I saw in the past, the destructive body attracted new life and inherited the crown."

"This is... another transformation!" he said tremblingly.

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Deep in the East China Sea, two statues of gods dissipated. The battle between them evaporated the ocean, leaving an endless earth empty. Unknown grains covered the land, and blood dripped.

Daoquan Yungu stood on this white desert, and his palm holding the fan was flowing downwards with blood. Li Xi'an stood not far away. The height of the sea bottom made him look down at this burly man holding the cloud fan. His condition was also not optimistic. When he climbed the crossbridge that appeared in Shunde, his serious injuries healed most of the time. The empty spiritual energy was crazyly replenished, and the ice jade texture of the immortal hairpin nourished his soul. Many reasons allowed him to stand here and fight again.

But this is the only one.

Fortunately, the ancestor had not much power left. There were too many trump cards on this battlefield, including the Silver Great Wall, the Matrix, the Chaos of the Great Wizard, and the Seven Seas Lord who should have fallen to the Long Abyss, his old tree and the Eight Kings of Taihang. The final decisive power was something he did not expect. The imperial capital released a bamboo basket to collect souls. The ancestors and ancestors destroyed too much.

Of course he will win.

He has no reason to lose.

After he stepped out of the Tianshan Mountains, every breath seemed to resonate with the spiritual tides of heaven and earth, and every thought of him could lead to endless changes.

Step out of the blockade of the Imperial Dao Realm and step on the ladder.

While fighting, it seemed as if the whole world was helping him. The spiritual energy naturally came, without even exhausting its energy to absorb it, and naturally enriched himself. Li Xi'an didn't know what this state should be called, but he had never felt such a strong and powerful body. He stood on the sea of ​​white sand, with red and fine scales covering his arms, and the torn wounds healed in an instant under the collision. The horns of the dragon's branches appeared between his forehead, and a few strands of hair were spread apart, and the long tail swung behind him. The fin-like tail tip was flaming, as fine as a mane.

Daoquan Yungu's expression seemed to be seeing a ghost.

He pointed at Li Xi'an, and couldn't say a word for a long time.

"You you you you!"

"Pure Yang Sword?"

He looked at Li Xi'an's head again and pointed again, "This is this is this!"

"Shunde Chai?"

Daoquan Yungu sighed fiercely, "If this continues, should I give you the fan?"

Li Xi'an didn't know what to say, so he nodded.

Unexpectedly, the other party was angry and hid the cloud fan like a treasure protection, and said, "No, how can this be done! This was originally a tourist, but who knew there were monsters like you! My bones were all consumed by you in turn. You young people are really not moral in martial arts!"

"I won't beat you, no more beat you." Dao Quan Yungu waved his hand, "I'll even fuck you. Chunyang guy left the Chunyang sword. And I don't have any spiritual energy left in my body now, only that little origin, what's enough? I'll fart you're too little."

He sat casually on the sand, looked at Li Xi'an, and rubbed his chin covered with stubble.

"I just didn't expect there would be another unexpected gain."

"Boy, you're transforming."

"The dragon is really worthy of being a dragon's practice in the bloody battle." Dao Quan Yungu laughed, "The common sense understood by the world is like the realm and disasters on our path of cultivation. In this process, creatures who pass the tribulation are very fragile and usually need a full trust in the protection of the Dharma. But as far as I know, the ten types of different, especially the length of scales, are still unparalleledly powerful under the transformation."

"Dropping off the old scales during the fight, clean and mottled blood flowed, and finally roared on the enemy's corpse, in order to prove the ten types of things!"

"With a bone like witnessing ten kinds of transformations, I might have made a profit, as long as the fan is still there."

Dragon...?

Li Xi'an lowered his head and looked at his arms.

The red scales were covered with dispersion, round and fine, and looked no different from the past, but he knew that the scales at this time were much stronger than the past, and were enough to carry the fight between ancestors without any damage.

"It's really similar." Suddenly, Daoquan Yungu said.

"What?"

"Do you know that you look like an old friend of mine now, and you have seen it long ago?" Daoquan Yungu narrowed his eyes and looked at Li Xi'an. The night was deep above the East China Sea, but the white sand they created was shimmering, so there was a light rising and brewing in the place where Li Xi'an stood, illuminating the three long swords inserted beside him.

One gold, one red and one green.

The blue one was the familiar Pure Yang Sword. Daoquan Yungu could not recognize the other two, but knew that they were terrible and sharp, and his statue collided with these two swords, and the result was that his statue was cut open.

The three swords, Chun Yang Fuyou is also like this.

"Chunyang left this sword, which was recognition and a pledge. He believed that you were enough to act as his enemy, and one day he would come to get this Chunyang sword in person. You and him will have a life-and-death battle with him in the future. Do you know that one of Chunyang Fuyou's swords came from the gift of his enemies before, and they also fought for life and death. It was really the same fate. His enemy in the past died, leaving one of the swords. Now Chunyang has failed, and he has also left a sword for you."

Daoquan Yungu laughed and said, "He will never hope you will kill him."

"Okay, let's stop here." He put away his smile.

Once the burly man in Daoquan Yungu restrained his expression, a terrible pressure surged, and he was solemn and silent. His eyes fell on Li Xi'an and stretched out his hand. In his hand, he was his cloud fan.

"I offer some meager gifts to the transformation of ten kinds of species, and I hope I will not abandon them."

Only then did Li Xi'an notice that most of the body under Daoquan Yungu's robe had disappeared, leaving behind a stiff doll-like body.

He squatted down, his joints creaked, and the burly man squatted down to the height of an adult. The broken bones seemed to be placed in the sand by him, burying them like children burying toys on the beach.

But suddenly, Daoquan Yungu's hand holding sand stopped.

He frowned and growled, "You are so brave!"

Li Xi'an was stunned.

A pitch-black spear nailed the body of Daoquan Yungu.

The black spear was covered with sharp bone spurs, and the spear body extended backwards, extending all the way, like a black Great Wall lying across the sand! Breathing up and down, rolling up white sand, and the giant entrenched in the sky, huge enough to cover the entire sky!

Daoquan Yungu held the cloud fan and raised his hand. An illusory giant shadow appeared behind him, but it was too late to appear. The bone spur pushed him into the depths of the sand. The huge force caused the sand to burst out almost crazy vibrations, and the breath belonging to the vast sea abyss was filled with the crack of the advance. This wiped out the last trace of power on Daoquan Yungu. When the giant lifted the tailbone, the body of the godless hung on it.

The faint green fire lit up the sky, it drooped down its snake-like neck, its broken scales opened and closed, and played an iron melody.
Chapter completed!