The heaven and earth are dark, and everything is silent.

A star-like glow lit up on the mountain, and an unparalleled stimulation almost converged into the sea.

The three emperors' realms were instantly suppressed by this mountain.

Indescribable pressure fell from the sky, and it was about to crush the backbone of the emperor!

Four slow-moving white jade arms formed a seal, trying to soothe the rising sacred mountain. This was the most dynamic and stormy wind. The jade seal of creation, which had always been unfavorable, could not completely suppress the shaking sacred mountain. Instead, the glow of the stars became brighter and brighter, and in the dark and silent night, it seemed that millions of suns rose together.

The three emperors turned pale.

This sacred mountain is erupting with the spirit given by the ancient mountains, and its great power is equivalent to that of the mountains.

The sea of ​​spiritual power is vast, rolling up waves of thousands of meters. The collision of two forces instantly smooths out all the surrounding plants and trees and mountains. The emperor supports the field and maintains his own stability in this huge storm.

"It's only three days, what's going on?" The emperor, dressed in white and sacrificed a blue orb, growled.

The pearl was crystal clear, like a full moon hanging on his head. The white light cast by the pearl enveloped him, and the divine patterns carved in the seal echoed the realm of the imperial Tao. The surging and terrifying spiritual storm was isolated from the swaying moonlight.

Three days, this time is much more terrifying than last time.

Since they found this sacred mountain, the four jade hands that met the sky have been hanging down, they have never encountered such a dangerous thing again. The sacred mountain occasionally rioted, but was quickly comforted by the jade hands of creation.

"A creature has stepped into this area, and the time has come so coincidental!" Emperor Wu Chong shouted. She held a long spear in her hand and ran the method of protecting the body. The imperial domain was condensed into a small circle centered on her, and the domain was compressed to the extreme, becoming a barrier to resist all things.

The magnificent spiritual storm is a natural disaster, tearing down everything. It is a fantasy to let the spirit pass by with messages and pass through. That little spirit will be destroyed in the storm without a single breath. Therefore, the emperors could only communicate by yelling, which made them feel a little uncomfortable, as if they were back in the past when they were in a weak era.

I haven't felt such a powerless feeling for a long time.

Since they entered the extreme palace realm and became emperors, the world has become another way in their eyes. The emperors just sit in place and can crush the minds of creatures in low-level realms with the imperial realm. The so-called natural disasters are just bigger toys in the eyes of the emperor, and they can swing at will.

But now...

Or after they returned to the nine states of the world, this feeling began to change.

The world is vast, and the emperor is just a bigger bug.

"Everyone! The Jade Hand of Creation!" The remaining emperor widened his eyes, full of disbelief.

There were cracks on the four arms, making a crack sound. The cracks spread from the palm of your hand, and the jade-like arms seemed to be walking to a glacier in the dead end. The crack sound was the song that composed despair.

The power of the divine is like a prison, and the stars on the stone wall on the mountain are flowing. We must break through the mountain wall and truly appear!

"Boom--!" One of the four white jade arms could not be maintained and completely shattered.

The emperors were filled with snow and ice crystals falling.

Emperor Wu Chong focused his mind and felt something in the white floating all over the sky, putting his long spear on his chest.

The black shadow flashed by, and it was particularly eye-catching in the vast white.

A sharp blade tore open the imperial realm and smashed it on the long spear, and sparks flew everywhere in an instant.

Emperor Wu Chong raised his eyes and the other side splashed out of Mars was the bright yellow vertical pupil.

"It's you, little snake." She sneered.

The long spear swung into a circle, and the sharpness drooped, shaking the black shadow out. The gap between the two was too obvious, and the creatures in the Yangshen realm could not withstand her move. In the realm of the Imperial Dao, she was not afraid of any such creature.

"I thought you died in some corner, but I didn't expect you to be alive." Emperor Wu Chong held a long spear in his hand, and her magic climbed on the long spear, and the breath of the only emperor spread out.

Do you think that if this mountain storm goes, you can attack the emperor?

Whimsical.

The high bunch of hair was flying, and the mountain in the center of the storm was still competing with his hands, while Emperor Wu Chong looked down on the shelter with only lament in his eyes.

"It's not easy to be able to save your life in my hands, but you're going to come back to die. Or is it for your tribe members? Oh, look at the expressions. You are a rare and powerful creature, and sooner or later you will abandon those so-called tribe members, so why bother about these things? I helped you eradicate your tribe and let you walk in the world and leave no more worries. Shouldn't you thank me?" The emperor sneered.

She seemed to be really sad that this creature came back to die, but her tone was filled with contempt, not that it was because of the stupidity of this creature.

The creature with a human body and snake tail did not respond, and she raised the blade in her hand.

The blade is covered with fine serrated teeth, showing a magnificent dark gold color. It may be more accurate to describe it as a knife blade.

Emperor Wu Chong frowned.

She sensed the danger, and on this sharp blade, it was a terrible murderous weapon, and it was even stained with the uncleared breath of the emperor. It was obvious that this sharp blade had thirsty and drank the blood of the emperor.

"You are not qualified to kill the King of Tin. It seems that the king is here." She released her divine thoughts.

"I am not qualified to kill the Xi Emperor, but killing you is enough." She said coldly.

"Shadowless!"

Emperor Wu Chong was angry and laughed, "Do you know why the emperor is the emperor? Since you are killing him and still have luck, I will despair with you! So what if you are under Yu's men beside this sacred mountain? Killing you is easy!"

The snow and ice crystals flying around the space were shot out inverted, and a terrifying consciousness pushed the spiritual storm out of this field.

The emperor was in real fire. He no longer cared about the harsh environment for the emperor, nor did he care about consumption. The imperial domain spread rapidly, and the magic engraved in the domain intertwined, constructed, and climbed wildly. First, there were stone pillars, and then bricks and tiles. The magnificent hall rose out of thin air, and the magical light shone in the back of the hall!

This is not only the first time that She has seen the real realm of the Imperial Dao, but also the first time that Li Xi'an has witnessed it.

The emperor he encountered before was at best a fake emperor. The only old emperor with strength was shattered by Li Xi'anzhao's face and could not display his great power.

"This is the attitude that the emperor should have." Li Xi'an said.

He nodded as well.

If the emperor really had only such a few methods, they should be disappointed and took the other party too seriously.

The ocean where spiritual energy gathers is covering the sky. They seem not to be in the depths of the mountains, but in the sea. The ocean of spiritual energy is howling, and the game between the sacred mountain and the jade hand has gained the upper hand, so they protect them from being involved in the storm.

Otherwise, although the natural disaster that the emperor could not overcome was nothing to monsters like Li Xi'anluo, she obviously did not have such a physical body.

In the vast white sky, it seems that it is no longer night.

The sacred mountain seems to have the upper hand, with the great power of heaven and earth shattering the jade hand of heaven. But Li Xi'an and Lu knew that the power of the mountain erupting was consuming the accumulation given to it by the ancient mountain range. Once the accumulation was exhausted, it would lose its spirituality.

The red dragon retreated in the darkness.

Li Xi'an originally planned to take action directly, but he took advantage of his precaution to severely damage the emperor who had exposed the imperial realm. He was stopped by Xiao. He shook his head and said that it would be better to leave it to the She.

She will definitely do what she said, no matter what method she uses.

This is the last crown for the king who has lost his people.

The huge body winds, and the ferocious head is hanging down. Li Xi'an locks the emperor with the jewel hanging on the head. The golden candlelight is burning, and the iron scales are buckled from top to bottom.
Chapter completed!