No one knows how old the Yellow River is.

But it runs through the entire Jiuzhou's five thousand years of history.

How magnificent is the Western Mountain? The Yellow River comes from the sky like a silk thread.

The Yellow River has pythons that have been turbulent for billions of years, and has rolled up floods that have been thousands of miles away.

It is vast and magnificent, carrying the sand and gravel of the wilderness; it is winding, catching up with the stacked cockroaches of heavy rocks.

Running away like a tornado, surging the world; falling as if a tiger roars, pride and drifting.

Its magnificent, wild, and continuous personality, and its unreversible personality are deeply imprinted into the bones of the people of Jiuzhou.

No one in the Jiuzhou does not know the Yellow River.

Even if you have never seen it, the moment you see it, you will know that it is the Yellow River.

The vast stone tablet flowing from behind the old man in the Yellow River is definitely a microcosm of the Yellow River. Any monk in Jiuzhou will never admit his mistake.

And the stone tablet was a feeling that it was indescribable. It was from the Yellow River sky tablet that could not be seen clearly from behind the old man, and it ran across the mountains and fields.

The monks in Jiuzhou seemed to feel a blood resonance for a moment, and there seemed to be a wild yellow dragon roaring in the sky.

The roar was like the sound of the Yellow River falling from the Hukou Waterfall.

The roars never stops, the rushing never stops.

The stone gate that was high into the clouds opposite the Yellow River Sky Monument instantly scattered, and three words with indescribable names appeared on the huge stone gate.

The words are like cast by ghosts and gods, winding and cold.

But when everyone saw the text, they naturally recognized the text: Gate of Hell.

In the door, it was like a gluttonous beast swallowing the sky and the earth, opening its mouth, as if it was the end of everything.

In front of every monument and every gate, the Yin soldiers who always remained as stable as machines stopped for the first time.

The terrifying momentum burst out from the two in an instant, collided, and then rushed towards the sky, which was an invisible confrontation of will.

The clouds in the sky rolled, lifted up like a curtain, revealing the sparse moon and stars.

Above Mount Tai, looking at this giant screen that was like being opened by artificially, was filled with exclamations from the crowd.

The Yellow River Sky Monument maintains a clever balance with the majestic gate that looks like a gate of hell.

The old man from the Yellow River did not move, and the ghost general who had tens of thousands of ghost soldiers did not move.

However, General Ghost's voice of the Yellow River Sky Monument spread throughout the entire group of strange people.

"Yellow River Sky Monument? What is that?"

The great monk turned his head and looked at the young Taoist priest.

"In the legend, the inscription on suppressing the Yellow River when Emperor Yu was controlling the flood."

The young Taoist priest said with shock on his face.

The Yellow River Sky Monument really exists?

"Is Emperor Yu's thing? No wonder this looks different, it's very fierce!"

The monk looked at the inscription and murmured, "When I saw the jade seal of Emperor Qin, it was extremely powerful."

At this time, the inscription of Emperor Yu was not that bad.

"What should I do now? Do you really want to beat me? It's all my fault for being too verbally!"

The young Taoist priest said a little bit of blame.

If it weren't for him, he might not have been able to reach such a tense crisis moment.

"Is the Yellow River?"

The monks outside the Kyushu smiled. It seemed that there was another treasure hunting place within the Kyushu.

The Yellow River is 20,000 miles away, and I guess there must be more than one treasure.

A man and a ghost were still in the confrontation in the distance. General Ghost looked up and looked at the vaguely silhouette behind the old man, as if thinking about something.

The Yellow River Sky Monument keeper is an extraordinary identity.

Everyone knows that Emperor Yu sank the Yellow River and casts the Nine Cauldrons, and the Nine Cauldrons conquers the world, but they don’t know that the nine heavenly monuments cast by Emperor Yu in the Yellow River are almost no less than the Nine Cauldrons.

In addition, at the end of the Zhou Dynasty, a nine tripod that was thrown into the Yellow River was too many supreme objects.

The keeper of the Yellow River Sky Monument is not only protected by the Heaven Monument, but also the person who is most likely to obtain these supreme objects.

There is no need to fight against a young monk.

After a while of silence, General Ghost's broad body moved. He straightened his body, then waved his hand to disperse the shadow of the ghost gate behind him.

When the old man in the Yellow River stopped, he was stunned for a moment and calmed down his blood. As the blood and energy disappeared like mountains and seas, the stone tablet behind the old man in the Yellow River also disappeared in the air.

In an instant, the illusion of the battle between the general trend disappeared.

"Since you are the monument guardian of the Yellow River Sky Monument, let's forget about what you do today."

Above the six horses galloping together, a hoarse sound like a friction between glaciers spread from General Ghost.

Since leaving the underworld, the ghost general who had been swaying but never retreated gave in for the first time.

He glanced at the old man in the Yellow River, then waved his hand and tens of thousands of stagnant soldiers continued to advance.

The endless Yin soldiers were like ice water pouring back into Mount Tai, and then they entered the end of Mount Tai and disappeared on the side of Mount Tai.

The old man in the Yellow River did not speak. He just stood there and looked at the people from all directions coldly, waiting for the end of the Yin soldiers' aisle.

If you look down on all directions, you can still retreat from others by looking at a fierce tiger.

For a time, the monks outside the Jiuzhou on Mount Tai were quiet.

The old man in the Yellow River stood there. Do you really want to fight with him?

If there is no benefit, it is really not worth it to stroke the tiger's beard.

In the distance, one of the three monks gathered together said first:

"Juna, don't we go down the mountain to discuss the truth, right?"

"Extremely wonderful!"

When Garna saw someone willing to speak down the mountain first, she was so happy that she was dying. She hadn't recognized this old man before, but now she would never be able to recognize him.

This is definitely the old fishing old man who gave him a fishing line by the Yellow River.

Everyone doesn't know his ability, don't he know?

Jiana didn't want to stay with this fishing old man at all.

When I saw the person next to me suggested going down the mountain, someone handed the pillow when he was sleepy.

Gana looked at Roye who spoke beside him and said to himself: Don't worry, Roye, I will never beat you up for two months to get out of bed this time.

Among the two Judah pagans who were parallel next to him, Miller looked at Pavarotti and others in the distance, and smiled disdainfully:

"It seems that the group of shepherds are just like that, just bullying the weak and afraid of the strong. Let's go, Cousins, it's no point to stay."

"Oh, OK, wait for me!"

After Miller finished speaking, he walked towards the distance without looking back, and Cousins ​​beside him was stunned for a moment and hurriedly followed.

Compared to finding an excuse to leave, the Brahmins did not say a word. They turned around and left under the leadership of the leader.

On the side of Mount Tai, several people who looked like sacrifices or witches slowly went down the mountain.

In an instant, 80% of the strange people at the foot of Mount Tai disappeared in an instant.

"To be honest, the old man is awesome."

After everyone was about to disperse, the monk looked at the old man in the Yellow River and gave a thumbs up.

"Yes, it's amazing."

The young Taoist priest replied, "One person is overwhelming and so majestic."

Just when everyone felt that everything was gone and everything was done in the dark soldiers and the passage was over.

Pavarotti moved.
Chapter completed!