Everyone in the conference room held their breath, and the entire large room was filled with deathly silence.
At the end of the long table, the scene is changing, showing the battlefield taking place offshore at this moment.
The surge of bloody rivers on the earth was interrupted and dried up in the ruins. The matrix in the center of the tower lost its light, and the black tide hit the city again and again. The top of the tower of the steel city that initially fell can still be observed in the tide.
Zhiyi lay there, letting the tide flow through his hair. He didn't want to move at all. Half of his mouth and nose were buried under the tide, blowing bubbles.
As the silver sword light disappears, the seawater spreading outwards flows again, submerging this fragmented city again.
Jincheng.
The defense line of the imperial capital, where Tojin Tower is located, is also the battlefield between ancestors and kings.
They created destructive power, evaporating the seawater that had already flooded Jincheng again and again, almost making the entire land disappear from the map and becoming part of the ocean. These creatures walked from the earth to the depths of the East China Sea, and then used the power of thunder to
Returning to the land, the mountains were flattened. There were fine and numerous white crystals covering the once glorious city, like a snowfall. But that was not snow, it was salt.
The dreamy pure white submerged the city, and then disappeared in the next moment. The strong wind carried the flames, whistling, and rolled up the salt in this place. The salt grains were annihilated in the golden flames rising from the flowing clouds, and the gods were melted in the fire.
An even more terrifying force has arrived.
The returning tide completely shattered, and even the clouds in the sky that covered the true appearance of the statue of the ancestors were torn apart.
The golden tree grew according to his will, and its branches spread here, reaching the top of Zu's head. In the picture, the statue raised its head and looked at it, as if curious that such a tree existed on this land. Eight people from the depths of the Taihang Mountains
The king bowed in obeisance, slowly retreated, and disappeared into the golden light of the ancient tree. From the moment he arrived, the eight kings understood that they only had to do the things of their subjects at this moment.
The King himself will bring victory.
People who witnessed this scene held their breath.
Because on the opposite side of the Rakshasa statue, the golden armored giant slowly stood up and stood with its sword hanging! It swung its sword, and the sword light was more dazzling than the previous silver. The golden light engulfed everything, including the statue of the ancestor standing in the distance! It was violent.
The impact spread in all directions, setting off a tsunami thousands of meters high. Even the conference room deep behind the ground could clearly feel the vibration. When the shaking sensation passed, people looked up and found that the picture at the end of the long table had gone out.
After all, they were unable to witness the fighting between creatures at this level. The observation point was able to capture so much content probably because both sides did not care about it. But now, the real collision between the two is just the aftermath of the explosion.
Destroy all things.
Silence is still silence.
People were silent, the shock deep in their souls still lingering.
"Is there any chance?" Finally, someone spoke to break the dead silence.
Following this question, people looked at one location one after another.
Zhao Xingzhou, the founder of Houtu, was also a personal experiencer of the chaos of the Taipei Movement before the rise of the era. He even faced the existence in the picture directly and witnessed the transformation of a great life.
No matter how many references they make and how many deductions and calculations they make, they may not be able to match Zhao Xingzhou's own understanding of that existence.
Zhao Xingzhou thought deeply and lifted his chin with both hands.
After a long time, he responded to everyone——
"No."
"Isn't it possible? Isn't the situation slowly getting better? Even if we lose the help of the altar, the altar is uncontrollably self-destructing. No one can predict what kind of changes will occur if it continues. Maybe the entire Yan Kingdom
They will all be destroyed in the hands of the ancestors. If the situation had not deteriorated to this extent, we would not have activated the altar at all." In an extremely depressing atmosphere, someone stood up to refute.
"So, how big is the gap between Lord Taihang and Ancestor now?" Another voice said, "We can add Houtu. Wasn't Houtu a huge weapon when it was first built? It is arranged according to the ancient seal script and refers to the stars.
Follow the trajectory of the movement and detonate it, enough to recreate the blow of the falling stars!"
With the proposal in hand, these talented people began to think about how to alleviate the situation.
Time cannot allow them to waste too much.
So all of a sudden, the whole conference room was filled with boiling discussions. One by one, destructive plans were mentioned, referred to, some were rejected, and some were included. Suddenly, a chuckle sounded in the discussion. They all
Stunned, looking in the direction of the laughter, it was Zhao Xingzhou. He was leaning back leisurely, without any sense of nervousness about an approaching crisis.
"You misunderstood what I meant." He spread his hands.
"When I say 'no', I mean... Zu has no chance."
Zhao Xingzhou pointed at himself, "I was given the blood of Lord Taihang. Even though a long time has passed, that drop of blood is still burning in my body. I can feel that he is stronger than ever before!"
The man stood up slowly, his eyes a little dazed, "Just like the scene I saw in the past, the ruined body was reborn and took on the crown."
"This is...another transformation!" he said tremblingly.
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In the depths of the East China Sea, the two statues of gods disappeared. The fight between them evaporated the ocean, leaving an endless expanse of land. Unknown crystal grains covered the land, and there were drops of blood.
Daoquan Yungu stood on this white desert, with blood flowing downwards from the palm of his hand holding the fan. Li Xi'an stood not far away, and the undulating height of the seabed allowed him to overlook this burly hand holding a cloud fan.
The man. His condition is also not optimistic. When he boarded the cross bridge where Jade Hairpin appeared in Shunde, most of his serious injuries were healed. His empty spiritual energy was crazily replenished, and the immortal hairpin with the texture of ice jade nourished his soul. Many reasons.
, so that he can stand here and fight again.
But it's only this one.
Fortunately, there is not much power left in Zu. There are too many trump cards revealed on this battlefield, including the Great Silver Wall, the Matrix, the Chaos of the Great Zhiyi, and the Lord of the Seven Seas, his old tree, who was supposed to fall into the Dragon Abyss.
and the Eight Kings of Taihang. The final decisive force was something he did not expect. The imperial capital released the bamboo basket to collect souls. The ancestors and ancestors were destroyed too much.
Of course he will win.
There is no reason why he should lose.
After he stepped out of the Tianshan Mountains, every breath he took seemed to resonate with the spiritual tides of heaven and earth, and every thought he had could lead to endless changes.
Stepping out of the blockade of the Imperial Realm and stepping onto the stairs.
When he was fighting, it seemed as if the whole world was helping him. Spiritual energy came naturally, and he didn't even have to exhaust his energy to absorb it. It naturally enriched his body. Li Xi'an didn't know what this state should be called, but he had never felt it.
Such a powerful body. He stood on the white sand sea, with fine red scales covering his arms. The wounds torn by the collision healed instantly. The dragon's branch horns appeared on the forehead, with a few strands of hair branching out, and a long tail.
Swinging behind it, the tip of its fin-like tail appears in the shape of a flame, as fine as a mane.
Daoquan Yungu's expression looked like he had seen a ghost.
He pointed at Li Xi'an, but couldn't say a word for a long time.
"You, you, you!"
"Pure Yang Sword?"
He looked at Li Xi'an's head again and pointed again, "This, this, this, this!"
"Shunde Chai?"
Daoquan Yungu sighed heavily, "If this continues, should I give you the fan too?"
Li Xi'an didn't know what to say, so he nodded.
Unexpectedly, the other party was angry, and hid the cloud fan like a treasure, saying: "No, how can this be done! This is just a sightseeing, who knew there is a monster like you! My bone statue has been destroyed by you
After several turns, you guys, you young people, really don’t have martial ethics!"
"No more fighting, no more fighting." Daoquan Yungu waved his hand, "Even if you give me a fart, that guy Chunyang has left the Chunyang Sword. And I don't have any spiritual energy left in my body now, only that bit of origin,
Enough for what? Even a fart is too little."
He sat casually on the sand, looked at Li Xi'an, and rubbed his stubble-covered chin.
"I just didn't expect another unexpected harvest."
"Boy, you are transforming."
"Transforming into a dragon in the midst of a bloody battle is truly what dragons do." Daoquan Yungu laughed loudly, "The common sense that the world understands, such as the catastrophes on our cultivation path, in this process the beings who overcome the tribulations are very special.
They are fragile and usually require complete trust in their companions to protect them. But as far as I know of the ten different types, especially the scales, they are still unparalleledly powerful under transformation."
"In the fight, the old scales will fade away, the clean and mottled blood will flow, and finally you will step on the enemy's bones and roar, to prove your name among the ten categories!"
"Using a bone statue to witness the transformation of the ten categories with my own eyes, I may have made a profit, as long as the fan is still there."
Dragon...?
Li Xi'an lowered his head and looked at his arms.
The red scales covered and dispersed, becoming round and fine, looking no different from the past, but he knew that the scales at this time were much stronger than before, and they were strong enough to bear the fight between ancestors without being damaged.
"Do you know that you look like an old friend of mine now? You have already met him." Daoquan Yungu narrowed his eyes and looked at Li Xi'an. Above the East China Sea, the night was deep, but on the white sand they created
There was a faint light, so where Li Xi'an was standing there was light rising upwards, illuminating the three long swords stuck beside him.
One gold, one red and one green.
The blue one was the Chunyang Sword that he was familiar with. Daoquan Yungu couldn't recognize the other two swords, but he knew they were terrifyingly sharp. His statue collided with these two swords, and as a result, his statue was cut open.
.
The same is true for Three Swords and Chunyang Fuyou.
"He Chunyang left this sword behind. This is a recognition and an oath. He thinks you are enough to be his enemy. One day he will personally come to retrieve this Chunyang sword. You and him will have life and death in the future.
First battle. I wonder if you know that one of Chunyang Fuyou’s swords was a gift from his former enemy. They also fought for life and death. It was really the same fate. In the past, his enemy died, leaving one of the swords behind. Now Chunyang Fuyou
Yang failed and left a sword for you."
Daoquan Yungu chuckled and said, "He won't hope that you will kill him."
"Okay, that's it for now." He stopped smiling.
Once the burly man in Daoquan Yungu calmed down his expression, there was a terrible pressure coming over him, and he was solemn and silent. His eyes fell on Li Xi'an, and he stretched out his hand, and in his hand was his cloud fan.
"I would like to offer you a small gift for the transformation of the ten categories, but I still hope you won't give up."
Only then did Li Xi'an notice that most of Daoquan Yungu's body under his robe had disappeared, leaving behind a stiff, doll-like body.
He squatted down, his joints creaking. The burly man squatted down to the height of an adult. The bones that were broken into two pieces seemed to have been placed in the sand, burying them like a child burying toys on the beach.
But suddenly, Dao Quan Yungu's hand holding the sand stopped.
He frowned and growled, "You are so brave!"
Li Xi'an was startled.
A pitch-black spear pierced Dao Quan Yungu's body.
The pitch-black spear is covered with sharp bone spurs, and the spear body extends back, extending, extending, like a black Great Wall across the sand! The breathing rises and falls, rolling up the white sand, and the huge thing is entrenched in the sky, huge enough to cover the entire sky.
!
Daoquan Yungu held down the cloud fan and raised his hand. The illusory giant shadow appeared behind him, but it was too late to appear. The bone spurs pushed him into the depths of the sand. The huge force caused the sand to vibrate almost wildly.
The aura that belongs only to the abyss of the vast sea filled the air. This consumed the last bit of strength from Daoquan Yungu's body. When the behemoth lifted its tailbone, all that hung on it was Wushen's body.
The green fire lit up the sky, it hung its snake-like neck, its broken scales opened and closed, playing the music of iron.
It looked at it and finally swallowed the body in one gulp.