The emperors of the six major hegemonic countries in the world came to Guanhe Terrace with their dharma appearances.
They each stand in the middle of the two Liuhe stone pillars, as if together with the Liuhe pillars, they support the sky.
The owner of the red, white and green dragon robe said: "Inherit the emperor's legacy and inherit the virtues of the sages!"
Its sound was so majestic that it echoed through heaven and earth.
It sounded at the river viewing platform, but rolled away, as if it was spreading great will to the entire world.
"It's July 11, 3919 in the Dao calendar..."
This voice said: "Scenery!"
Another extremely majestic voice, like the rules of heaven and earth, continued: "Qin!"
Then came the voice beside Emperor Qin, serious and powerful, protruding like an iron cavalry, with swords and spears standing everywhere: "Jing!"
Then there was a vast, high-pitched female voice in the clouds: "Mu!"
Then came a great voice that was indescribably precious, as if it was born to be supreme: "Chu!"
After going around in a circle, at the end there was a voice as deep as the sea and as majestic as a mountain, overwhelming all things and unstoppable: "Qi!"
These six great voices each spoke their own words, but they united into one voice——
"This town has a long river!"
These six great voices come and go from all over the world, covering all directions.
Great power has arrived.
The six huge Dharma images standing tall on the sky and the earth temporarily disappeared, and the "mirror curtain" surrounded by Liuhe pillars appeared again.
People saw through this mirror screen that a large seal slowly appeared on the section of the Yellow River where the turbid current was rapid and roaring.
There are six sides under this seal, which are called Liuhe.
Each side is embossed with mountains and rivers thousands of miles away, and the beautiful world.
On this seal is nine dragons, with the dragon's tail standing on the base, the dragon's body sticking to one place, and the nine dragon heads surrounding a big sun.
There are eight Daoist characters engraved on the bottom, saying -
"Kowloon holds the sun, and forever holds the mountains and rivers!"
This is the Seal of Shanhe in Pengriyong Town, Kowloon!
According to the legend, the Emperor of Humanity is equipped with the treasure of Liuhe and uses it to suppress all directions. This is one of them!
But ordinary monks can't see it at all, and even divine monks can only faintly perceive it -
From the Eastern Territory, the Southern Territory, the Western Territory, the Northern Territory, the Central Territory, the places where all human beings have traveled, the places where people smoke...
The faint power gathers like stars, and a small amount becomes a large amount. At first it is like a thin stream of water, then like a rushing river, and finally it is mighty and mighty!
That little thing can be so great.
That faint thing can be so powerful.
Endless great power has gathered together, all rushing toward the river viewing platform.
Mountains and rivers and thousands of people, heaven and earth are of one mind.
This is a torrent of humanity!
The Seal of Mountains and Rivers in Pengriyong Town, Kowloon is becoming clearer and clearer, and the six-sided relief of mountains and rivers is becoming more and more vivid.
Under the control of the great power of the six emperors, the Nine Dragons held the Seal of the Mountains and Rivers of Riyong Town and slowly sealed it.
"Sigh! Use the long river as rice paper, and the heaven and earth as the seal..."
The memorial tribute to that Confucian sage seemed to ring in my heart, playing with the sound of the waves of the long river.
The Seal of Shanhe, Pengriyong Town, Kowloon was sealed.
If you hit a stormy wave, it will stop; if you hit a stormy wave, it will calm down.
Zhen Zuhe again... for at least ten years!
"...make the wind and rain smooth, the mountains and rivers solid, the heaven and earth peaceful, and all the people safe!"
Whether it was an illusion or not, Jiang Wang seemed to hear a cry.
The sravaka state of heaven can prove that there is no so-called "voice" at all.
This sound is more like some kind of resonance at the soul level.
It's like watching autumn leaves fall and feeling doubly lonely.
Like the whole river trembling.
But this faint "sorrow" gradually dissipated as the waves in the Yellow River section calmed down.
In the "mirror screen", you can see the water level dropping rapidly, one foot, two feet, three feet...
Soon the two ancient Longzi Town Bridges were once again like high cliffs.
The long river became so gentle and gentle, as if it just turned over and fell asleep again.
But there is no drop of water on the ancient bridge, and it has disappeared without a trace.
In the world, people were caught in a huge emotion.
In those ancient times that could no longer be studied in detail, how could the human race have a foothold?
The darkness is as long as the years.
In the long history, generations of sages overcame thorns and thorns, fought against wind and waves, and generations of human beings fought bloody battles to turn this "this world" into the "human world".
What forever protects the mountains and rivers is never a treasure of heaven and earth.
What stands upright is never a pillar supporting the sky.
But "people".
They are "people" who go forward one after another and risk their lives one by one.
The word "human" stands in heaven and earth.
The "mirror curtain" surrounding it disappeared once again.
Those six great figures standing tall and tall appeared once again.
Like six towering giants, overlooking the grand gathering of the geniuses of the human race in the Pillar of Liuhe.
This is the main event of the Yellow River Tournament, the pinnacle event for young geniuses in the world.
The geniuses from all over the world gather here, who can become famous in the world?
Everyone was sitting in the stands, waiting with bated breath for the meeting to begin.
Xian Nankui, who had a red face and was wearing armor all over his body, was standing under the martial arts stage number A and had no intention of making a sound.
Even Xian Nankui, the commander-in-chief of the Shence Army, who presided over the main match of the Yellow River Conference, felt a little unruly.
I couldn't see the trajectory of the action at all, and I didn't know how it happened. On the No. C martial arts stage, a Taoist seemed to appear out of thin air.
This man was wearing a luxurious gold and jade Taoist robe, and his Taoist bun was held up by a gold-rimmed jade hairpin.
He has a ruddy complexion and handsome features.
He looked around, passing the tall statues of the six emperors one by one, and finally bowed his head slightly to Emperor Jing in salute.
"I moved to Yujing Mountain and met all the supreme beings."
His face is calm and there is no aura, but his voice has an extremely warm feeling, flowing slowly, as if it can soothe the listener's soul.
"This meeting of the Yellow River will be hosted by Pindao," he said.
This powerful true king from Yujing Mountain stretched out his hand to the east stand and said, "Mr. Ao, please take a seat!"
On the stand due east, there is a single luxurious chair at the highest point. Gold and jade are intertwined, and the gems are decorated like stars.
The back of the chair is leaning against the towering Liuhe Pillar.
The location of this Liuhe Pillar is exactly between the Dharma images of Emperor Jing and Emperor Qi.
So the person on this chair is also between the two emperors.
There was also no movement, and a figure with an unreal face, wearing a golden robe, landed on the big chair.
Although he is also the most noble and noble, ranking above everyone in the field. But compared to the six emperors who support the world, it is inevitably a little dim.
Yu Yu had no intention of introducing him. He only glanced at Xian Nankui under the No. 1 martial arts stage and had already completed the exchange of corresponding information about the Yellow River Meeting.
Then he said: "The geniuses from all over the world please come in."
He stepped back under the martial arts stage, and his voice still fell clearly into everyone's ears: "The names have been decided, and each has his opponent. Life and death are determined by fate, and victory or defeat is at stake."
"Please make fun of it for the world!"
On Jiang Wang's right side, Chongxuan stood up obediently.
There was always a faint smile hanging on the corner of his mouth, and there was no hint of nervousness in his ink-stained eyes.
Seemingly slow but actually very fast, he strolled away from the stands.
Dressed in white, with unparalleled elegance, the moment she stepped onto the martial arts stage with the name "Geng", she became the focus of everyone's attention.
Sixteen geniuses from outside the building will fight on eight martial arts stages at the same time.
The top eight will be determined in one battle.
At this time, Zhong Xuanzun's opponent stood opposite him.
Based on the tacit understanding among the six overlords, it was no surprise that the opponent of Zhongxuan Zun of Qi State was Taiyin from the famous Tai clan of Xia State.
He is the grand-nephew of Taihua, the real person who died in the battle of Jianfeng Mountain.
This is a young genius with a handsome appearance.
Facing the Qi people is a true combination of country and family hatred.
He has reasons for anger and causes for hatred.
But the look he looked at Zhong Xuanzun was very calm.
It's like facing an ordinary passerby.
I didn’t know it before, I don’t know it now, and I don’t need to remember it in the future.
This chapter has been completed!