In the Imperial Capital, Zhao Xingzhou stood in the room.
Without the help of any equipment or ancient artifacts, he could look up through the window and see the clouds pushing past in the west, which was the direction of the Taihang Mountains. It was as dark as ink, revealing all kinds of ominousness.
In the descriptions of the ancients, this kind of clouds are called demon clouds, which are a sign of great misfortune, and terrible disasters will surely come.
The ordinary people in the imperial capital did not realize that a war between gods was taking place in the ancient mountains to the west. If the new gods wanted to take control of Taihang, they would inevitably kill the old gods.
But the Rising Ones and the big monsters coming out of the Taihang Mountains realized it.
The sun has climbed to a very high place, and there is no movement outside the imperial capital. The news sent back from the outpost shows the terrible changes in the depths of the Taihang Mountains, but not a single demon has stepped out of the Taihang Mountains.
Their true king, the mountain god of the Taihang Mountains, has returned.
Taking back the mountains!
Just imagining it is terrifying. They relied on the imperial capital to resist the waves of demons from the Taihang Mountains, but the creature known as Nanzhu actually went deep into the mountains on his own to wipe out the demons and filth and tear apart the shroud.
Shadow of Taihang.
Is this the so-called king, the so-called "god"?
They bowed their heads.
"Hey, everyone!" The man's voice was transmitted through the new era equipment to the location of the creatures above the realm of false gods.
Compared with the slightly heavy thoughts of the Taihang subjects, this guy is happy and seems to have no burden on him.
The current head of the Zhao family is Zhao Xingzhou. It is rare for humans to have a person with advanced cultivation. He became the riser of the Yang God after Qingyan. He has a high reputation in the imperial capital and is very loved. The reason is not for other reasons, but because Zhao Xingzhou fought bloody battles time and time again.
The reputation left by the demon is respected by the Taihang creatures.
"The king is fighting hard. As his subjects, won't you follow him and hold the banner high to fight back to your homeland?" the man said.
"And the guardians of the imperial capital, have we been clinging to the ancient capital for too long? There are ruthless people in the Taihang Mountains to protect us. Why don't you think of a way now to let those sons of bitches lose a few pieces of your heart-ache!"
"Wrong." The man's voice disappeared as he shouted in pain, replaced by a cold female voice.
"It's not enough to lose a few pieces of meat...you have to break their necks!"
"There is someone in charge of the imperial capital's defense line, and all the ancient artifacts that can be mobilized are ready."
"We can safely... fight back!"
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When Qing Yan stepped onto the shore of the dark lake, he witnessed a doomsday scene.
Dense lightning tore through the clouds and shattered the pitch-black realm above the mountains. The gray, foul-smelling substance was annihilated under the thunder one after another.
This scene seemed like a swarm of lightning shattering the sky.
And a greater and more magnificent existence stands at the other end of the black ocean.
Trees and dragons.
The black fields all over the sky were shattered, and hands made of jade and iron descended here, similar to the Guanyin statue Qing Yan had seen. Dozens of huge arms as ice-like as jade hung down from the clouds, grabbing the ancient tree fiercely.
The torso and arms exerted force, and the fingertips left countless scratches on the surface of this thousand-meter-old tree. You can clearly see the blood-like liquid seeping out from the broken bark, and then being burned up by golden flames.
The mottled colors of black and white, red and gold reflect the mountains and sky.
Like the complex flame totems of ancient times.
Black and red evil tree, red dragon. The golden flame covering the dragon-shaped figure is burning, using filth, resentful spirits, demons and monsters as fuel, turning into flames that burn up the tree.
The face on the evil tree was almost wiped clean as it roared.
The corpse hanging on the branch rustled down and fell into the black wave. The evil tree had a back-up plan, but one of its trump cards was crushed by Nanzhu before it had time to open it. The huge dragon-shaped body
Wrapped around the ancient wooden trunk, the golden long sword almost penetrated it. As a result, the transformation was blocked and even impossible to proceed.
A terrifying sense of combat.
No matter what impact this hole card will have if revealed, he will not give you a chance to reveal it at all!
But the tree smiled grimly.
Its trump card is not only about itself, but also external forces! The mysterious humanoids that came out of the secret realm have never left, but are quietly hiding in the Taihang Mountains. It is not an old camphor tree, it is based on that old camphor tree.
The transformed Rakshasa is essentially the delusion and evil seeds condensed in the ancient times. Therefore, it does not believe that there are creatures in the Yang God Realm that can challenge the three emperors who have achieved the Extreme Palace Realm for thousands of years!
"boom--!"
Three imperial realms descended from the sky!
Qingyan roared, bathed in thunder, and she rushed, the black wave surged into the sky! The fish and dragons opened up the resentful spirits surrounding Li Xi'an, unable to open another path for Qingyan to the Rakshasa evil tree.
She doesn't care.
The pale and ferocious tiger roared, and thousands of black shadows rose up from her tiger body. The leaders were rickety old humanoids. They stared at the resentful spirit, and their smiles were colder than Rakshasa's.
Great supplement!
The white tiger holds the emperor's sword in its mouth and wields it to kill, while the evil spirit clears the way!
"Oh? It's the white tiger."
"The peerless evil spirit who rebelled against the emperor, but he was too confident when he saw us and rushed over."
The descending emperor glanced at the red dragon entwining the Rakshasa, his eyes suspicious. When he raised his gaze again, he noticed the white jade arm hanging down from the sky.
"This is...this is!" His face was full of disbelief.
"The Jade Hand of Good Fortune!" Another emperor lowered his voice.
The existence of the old Kyushu and their ancestors, Yuchai Shunde Master's iconic magical power. This seal, everything can be urged, nothing can be destroyed, and the ancestor-level creatures who have died under this magnificent arm have been countless.
!
The moment they saw the jade hand of creation, they ran away!
But then I thought about it and looked over again, I saw that this arm was used by the red dragon, and it didn't look like Yuchai Shunde's disciple at all.
They relaxed their tone and put away their contempt.
Regardless of how this dragon, which is obviously a living being, possesses the jade hand of creation. Simply mastering and using such terrifying magical powers shows that it is extraordinary. Even a creature in the Yang Shen realm has the strength to challenge the Emperor of the Supreme Palace.
They need to be cautious.
"This is the mountain god of Taihang Mountain!" Rakshasa shouted when he saw the inexplicable hesitation of the three emperors coming.
Why did the ancients in the secret realm spend so much time planting Rakshasa in the Taihang Mountains? It is impossible for the emperor to not know this. It is of extraordinary importance. And the "mountain gods" who hindered them from taking charge of the mountains must be killed.
quick!
"How can living beings in this world have no foundation to speak of, how can they compete with us!" As if he had seen the beautiful scene of a dragon being beheaded, Rakshasa was so excited that he trembled.
Regardless of consumption, he wanted to show off in front of several emperors.
Its strength is not weaker than any of these emperors, and it even surpasses them in the Taihang Mountains. It sells its strength to the person behind the emperor.
"It's so noisy." Chi Jiao whispered.
Then he lowered his arms and hit the Rakshasa evil tree heavily.
If he hadn't wanted to bring back the old camphor tree, this tree would have been burned clean by him. This thing may have swallowed too many negative emotions and had an abnormal IQ. It actually felt that the red dragon was in a stalemate with itself.
"I'll deal with the white tiger, and you two will help Rakshasa take down the red dragon!"
The three emperors are scattered, and the thrilling power flows. They no longer hold back, and they must fight quickly!
Two of them raised their hands, with their natal magical weapons hanging above their heads. They built a magnificent palace in the imperial realm. The evil Rakshasa tree was their hard work left in this world. It has great uses and must not be mistaken. The energy that belongs to the emperor is majestic.
, the magical weapon is overflowing with light, lighting up the mountains, and wants to suppress the dragon!
The bronze cauldron stagnated high in the sky.
Running alive, the Deer King stood at the mouth of the tripod, overlooking the two emperors who were coming to kill him.
The gorgeous purple glow filled the air, and sixteen ancient swords flew out. The Xijian swam from the Rakshasa tree, like a golden fish swimming between heaven and earth.
With Xijian as the center.
The ancient rhythm roars on the ancient sword and surrounds the golden sword. This moment is like a mad dragon awakening. Purple and red are brewing in the sky, like rosy light or fierce flames.