The Seventh Battle of Yanhuang.

In addition to Xuanyuan and Shennong tribes, hundreds of famous gods participated in the war, implicating countless lands and people.

War swept across the eight wildernesses and the world was in turmoil.

But almost all living beings knew the result of this war. Even as the commander and righteous god of Shennong's side, they knew in their hearts that this would be the last battle of Yan Emperor. In the past, Huangdi's power and power were far inferior to today. They still failed, and now they are even worse than those who are growing and declining.

No chance of winning.

But this war was still launched, with the battle flag erecting on the ground, flying like burning flames.

The red-armored flame guards stood in the chariot, and the giant beast in the dust smoke stood up and roared to the sky and the enemy.

The figures of gods in the sky cut the entire sky and burst out colorful streams.

At this moment, the world is divided into two halves.

On one side were burning, flame-like flags and warriors.

On the other side, the handsome bear, wolve, leopard, leopard, tiger, eagle, and kite are the flags. The formation changes, and the flames that burn all things can only be blocked, and they circle and whistle unwillingly.

Xuanyuan's eyes were calm, and a phantom of yellow dragon wandered around him, hissing. He stared at the dyed red sky, his eyes seemed to penetrate everything, staring at his brother.

The human body of the ox head, Yan Emperor Shennong, lowered his head and his lips buzzed.

Fire rose from his eyes and swept across his body. The terrible fluctuations of spiritual power made the entire battlefield quiet. The sky fire, which was blocked by the formation, found a gap, like a huge fire snake, which kept drilling in. In an instant, the formation changed, and the righteous god could not stop the flames from the Yan Emperor and turned into ashes.

"Are you so unwilling to accept it?" Xuanyuan whispered.

The phantom of the yellow dragon beside him rushed straight into the sky and fought with the fire snake.

In the battle formation, Shennong's robe burned, revealing his naked and strong body. There were words on the surface of his skin, wrapping around Shennong's spiritual power like chains.

The soldiers on both sides put on ochre-red armor for him, and even the wooden stick that symbolized the leader of Shennong was thrown down by him.

Shennong looked at the wooden stick and said to himself: "Father, there is no way out. Today, he will tear up the past contract to reverse the chance of victory."

After Kunlun Xu was dug up, Xuanyuan and Shennong's father, Shaodian, found the oldest and most terrifying phenomenon of violence in the world. Shaodian clearly realized what this meant and knew that if this violence was used, it would inevitably lead to unspeakable disasters. Shaodian had such power, but he had never used it for his life and brought a strong force into the grave.

Later, Xuanyuan and Shennong also had such power. Shaodian and the high priest made a contract for the future and tattooed the contract on both of them. This was not only a warning to the two, but also a powerful seal restriction.

Around him, his servants knelt down.

Welcome the greatest power of this era.

"Get up!" Shennong shouted with a ferocious face, his words on his body were broken and the chains were broken.

The next moment, an invisible domain expanded rapidly, flame retardant flames overwhelmed the spirits of the warriors in Xuanyuan. The giant beasts transformed from spiritual power were destroyed, and the tide of flames surging.

The gods who came to help the war retreated one after another, looking at the pillar of fire that reached the sky.

The gods' eyes reflected the flames, and their powers were eclipsed before the flames.

"What is this?"

"Is this the real power of the earthly emperor? It's too terrifying."

The great power of flame that surpasses the world.

A giant was forged in the fire, holding a divine whip in his hand. It just waved the divine whip gently and slashed the sky and the earth. The divine whip hit the unpredictable formation, which immediately shocked countless soldiers to disintegrate their minds and were unable to maintain the formation. Shennong closed his eyes and sat cross-legged on the giant's eyebrows. He finally withdrew his strength, and without a single blow, he hit many Xuanyuan people on the battlefield into ashes.

But this is just a warning.

Shennong's people are not as good as Xuanyuan, but Shennong's own strength is even more powerful than Xuanyuan himself.

In the past, Shennong's failure had too many restraints, and the men and horses on both sides had too many concerns. Xuanyuan had a great formation and the blessings of countless righteous gods, so his people were defeated.

Now, it doesn't matter.

Shennong lowered his eyebrows and looked down at Xuanyuan at the other end of the battlefield. His body turned black, and only the flying hair showed flame-like texture and colors. The giant held the divine whip tightly, raised his arm and pointed it at Xuanyuan, and spit out the sound of the divine text that made the earth and the air tremble.

Xuanyuan straightened his body and looked straight at Shennong. He was shaking his head, looking solemn.

At the top of the sky, the yellow dragon tore open the fire snake and descended from the sky with a golden and orange glow! Xuanyuan opened his arms in the light, and the claws covered with scales were exposed. Then, a pair of vertical pupils opened, and his majestic and cold eyes swept into the sky and the earth. The wave of flames was driven away, the scales were flickering, and layers of soothing. A giant dragon entrenched in the center of the light, and his whole body seemed to be cast by gold. His sharp teeth were hideous, holding a square giant sword.

Shennong crossed the boundaries set by his father at the beginning and ignored Xuanyuan's army. His ultimate personal force surpassed everything. Only one creature could match him when he saw the world.

Huangdi, Xuanyuan.

Behind Xuanyuan, a golden dragon swams.

He did not break the blockade, he had already broken the blockade.

The world is silent.

The giant of flames is in opposition to the golden dragon with swords. The terrifying spiritual pressure makes all things bow to each other. During the emperor's battle, all spirits are only qualified to watch and pray.

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At the end of the flames, the earth was dry and cracked, and someone walked past the cracks.

The mane at the end of the sweeping red long tail looks like white snow in the Cangshan Mountains.

Li Xi'an was carrying a sword box, and the patterns on the sword box were lit up because of the changes in the spiritual energy of the world, making his figure look like a slightly bright firefly in the dark night.

He looked at the far sky, and the shock and wave of spiritual energy had been going on for several years.

Li Xi'an held a bronze lamp in his hand. The wick burned with oil as bright as water. This oil would not dry up. When ignited, it would emit a strange fragrance, and the smell was very similar to his blood.

This bronze lamp comes from a ruins of an old Jiuzhou.

After leaving Taihang, Li Xi'an wandered around the world, looking for clues about the old Jiuzhou.

Finally, he found a broken mountain range located deep in the sky clouds. The broken rocks paved the way, showing bleeding colors and blood vessel textures. The blood stains stained by these stones did not come from this world. When the universe was triggered, a figure walking on the Great Wall of the Starry Sky appeared on each stone. This was a warrior from the old Jiuzhou.

Each stone symbolizes different creatures, and this is a monument left by someone for those warriors.

Walking deeper along the stone road, the color of the stone becomes deeper and deeper, and it is no longer a simple color, but blood seeps out of the cracks of the rock.

From the warriors on the Starry Sky Great Wall to one magical figure after another.

In this stone road, Li Xi'an encountered an unknown ethnic group.

This tribe survived here. When he saw these things, Li Xi'an almost thought that it was Kunlun's priest who came alive and hid here and survived. The creatures of this tribe had a bronze mask that blended into their faces, long long clothes like snakes and pale arms.

The elders of these creatures told Li Xi'an that this place is a place of sleeping, and they are the guardians of the place of sleeping.

In the past, only one living person had passed by here and arrived in the depths of the sky clouds. The man was named Shaodian.

Through the bronze mask, you can see a pair of deep eyes under the mask. The elder looked at Li Xi'an, asked him if he knew Shaodian, and asked him if he had brought a token that could cross the stone road and reach the place of sleeping.

Li Xi'an shook his head naturally.

The elder said politely, please go back. If there is no token guidance, he will not be able to cross the stone road. The elder knew that the Red Dragon was a rare strong man in the world and a creature that the righteous gods would look up to. However, whether they could cross the stone road had nothing to do with their strength. Shaodian, who had the stone road, was far inferior to the Red Dragon, but he had the token, so he was qualified to arrive at a place of sleeping.

Li Xi'an asked, if he had no token and walked into the stone road, would you, as the guardian, stop me?

The elder shook his head and said, "Red Dragon, you are not qualified to reach the place of sleeping, but we are not qualified to stop a creature like you."

After the blood-like stone disappeared from sight, the fog came.

The entire second half of the stone road and the sleeping place were thick white mist.

The Xi sword was unsheathed, as if it had touched some kind of switch. A light lit up in the fog. Li Wei'an walked up to pick it up. The fog dissipated and he returned to the broken mountains.

There was no more sky clouds in front of me, and any clues disappeared. Only this bronze lamp was left in my hand, and the wick was charred and had been extinguished.

No matter what method Li Shi'an used, he did not ignite the lamp.

At this moment, the bronze lamp began to burn again.

Li Xi'an looked at the emperor's battlefield, the torn sky and earth, and the endless spirits of anger.

In the bronze lamp, the swaying flames pointed at the battlefield.

He also sensed that the strange fluctuations in the imperial war should not have existed in the world.
Chapter completed!