Juntian's figure is tall and straight, his crystal body is bathed in the brilliant starlight. He is pressed here alone, like the endless waves of the avenue, bringing people extremely suffocating oppression!
The ancestral court and his party, Juntian's harvest was too outrageous. The old man alone performed the history of the evolution of the universe. This kind of creation was simply unheard of. The accumulation of Taoism accumulated rapidly, and he developed an unpredictable Taoism.
The Dongxu Taoist Mansion is as brilliant as a fairyland, covering Juntian's figure, surrounded by a layer of fairy mist, and filled with thousands of light rains. It always explains the changes of the four seasons, and is huge and boundless against the backdrop of the laws of time and space.
"What kind of Dongxu Taoist Palace is this? It actually perfectly interweaves the laws of time and space, as deep as a small world!"
Zi Bo felt fear in his heart. His Dongxu Taoist Palace had integrated rare objects, absorbed the essence of divine soil, and developed a sacred world. Compared with Juntian Dongxu Taoist Palace, it was like a wasteland facing a fairy land, feeling ashamed.
In fact, the cows have already figured it out!
He even drooled at Wandaobing, the ancestral substance, this is the legendary ancestral substance!
What kind of resource is this? Every strand is of astronomical price and is hard to come by!
According to legend, ancestral matter is the essence of energy precipitated in the universe. If the quantity is enough, it can breed unique ancestral roots, which is even worse than the quasi-treasure gourd on the battlefield of the Holy Emperor!
In fact, what if the gourd vine can give birth to a treasure? It is definitely qualified to be called ancestral root. This is a rare thing that is even more powerful than the innate spiritual root.
You must know that the ancestral matter obtained by Juntian was nourished by the strongest cosmic environment during the ancestor's years. How can it be comparable to the ancestral matter in the ordinary world.
"The ancestral matter can form a real world. If Juntian grows to the level of a Holy Lord in the future and inspires the laws of time and space to the ultimate realm, will the size of the Dongxu Taoist Palace be comparable to that of a large domain, containing the laws of ten thousand ways, and the top Saint
Tasting dragon veins is like carrying a small world to fight?"
The cow is dazed and absent-minded. This is a great fortune that can make even a universe-level genius tremble. How can Juntian obtain such resources with his current heel? It feels like it will shorten its life if it is dug out, and it will be jealous of heaven!
Even the ancestral matter gathered by Juntian's Ten Thousand Dao Soldiers was outrageous, and it was actually smelted into nutrients that nourished the utensils? Who would dare to believe it if the news spread.
"Zutian, I think there is some kind of misunderstanding here, and we should talk about it calmly."
The Eighth Prince can still keep his composure. After all, his true form is a god. Even if he is not a god in the true sense, he is definitely not a saint who can talk to him on an equal footing.
"You have stolen our clan's resources, why can't we stand up and resist?" The Eighth Prince responded like this, as if he was trying to reason with Jun Tian.
He knew that threats were meaningless in the face of such murderous men who even Bai Yu would be afraid to kill.
"Old guy, you are so shameless. You came all the way to die, and you still want to capture Zutian's inheritance. Just now, you even showed off your body to tear Zutian into pieces. You are a little god. How ridiculous!"
Xiongda suddenly came closer and said in a cold voice: "Even if Zutian really dies, will his inheritance be yours?"
"Brother Xiong is right!"
Niu nodded, furious. How dare you think about our heritage?
He struck with a hoof, smashing the Eighth Prince's head, and shouted: "Hey, these are a bunch of bastards who care about our family property, they should be killed!"
The Eighth Prince suffered a bloody head and his Tianling Cap was almost overturned. He endured the great shame and said: "I am the Eighth Prince of the Ziluo Holy Dynasty. For the sake of Princess Ziluo, how about I expose it?"
"Why should I give her face?"
Jun Tian held up the dark sword and chopped a piece of the seriously injured and dying strong man from the Holy Dynasty, and said coldly: "I said before, I will kill anyone who dares to mess with me!"
"You!" The Eighth Prince was furious to the extreme. The sea of mental consciousness was churning out a terrifying soul light, and his eye sockets were filled with blood. Does he know who he was talking to?
"Crack!"
Suddenly, Zibo decisively crushed the boundary-breaking talisman, tore apart time and space, and opened the door to escape.
Jun Tian raised his big hand and "waved" into time and space. Then his palm appeared in front of Zi Bo, directly grabbing his neck and pulling him out of the escape door!
"No, you can't kill me, I am the prince of the Ziluo Holy Dynasty!" Zi Bo's courage was frightened. He regretted it even more and hated the Eighth Prince for his stupid behavior to the extreme.
"If you reveal your identity to me, you will die quickly."
Jun Tian raised his big hand and smashed his Tianling Cap, dug out the soul and crushed it bloody! "Ah, I hate it!"
Zibo's residual thoughts let out a low roar of grief and indignation. He had endured the humiliation for hundreds of years and took the lead in waiting for him. The end ended so silently.
The Eighth Prince was so angry that he rushed towards Tianling Gai with blood and roared: "Zutian, do you know who you killed? Do you know?"
"boom!"
Xiongda turned into a dark red brick, slapped the Eighth Prince on the ground, and said: "You still haven't recognized the reality clearly. Weren't you very arrogant just now? Didn't you want to record information, create the perfect image of Zibo, and care about our family property?
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The Eighth Prince was so angry that his eyes turned black, and the majestic god was pressed to the ground and rubbed hard. He wished he could destroy himself.
"Zutian, don't be too proud. The strong men who wanted to help you in the past were all retaliated by aliens, and you can only hide here in humiliation. Who do you think you are? Waiting for the Chaos Mine to open is the day you die.
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The Eighth Prince shouted hoarse, "Just wait, I will make the news that you are still alive to the public, but I want to see how you escape from the Chaos Mine!"
Jun Tian's eyes burst with cold light, and his whole body was filled with extremely terrifying murderous intent. He said coldly: "Niu, the plan to search for the seeds of life has to be postponed. We have more important things to do!"
"Moo, Niu has no objection. He treats his friends at every expense. It's time to settle things with them!" Niu was extremely angry.
"You, what do you want to do?"
The Eighth Prince's heart trembled. Could he have wanted to kill him?
At present, there are still strong men from the alien race squatting at the edge of the Chaos Mine. Obviously, no one can say for sure whether Zu Tianzhen will die.
Zu Tian dared to show up in this situation? What exactly was he relying on?
"Go back and report the news. Just say that Zu Tian is still alive and let them send a large army to kill him!"
Niu held Zibo's war spear and suddenly smashed the Eighth Prince's Tianling Cap, tore off his skull and pierced his spiritual mind!
Immediately afterwards, the cow took out the bloody rag and hung it on the war spear as a flag.
The cows are dancing, the evil spirits are rolling, and the wind is roaring, as if the Nine Nether Purgatory has been opened, which can easily frighten the spirit of the strong and crush the powerful enemy.
"boom!"
After the blood-stained flag was made, the cow placed it on the city gate tower, making a clanging sound.
"Brother Niu, you did a great job!"
Xiong Da spreads a terrifying evil spirit, with blood flags flying on his head, his horns are majestic, and his fighting power is much more ferocious, like a bleeding immortal beast, he has become a dangerous element.
"The veins of chaos have covered my heavenly punishment, it's time to go out and overcome the tribulation!"
Juntian's eyes were filled with cold light. If he could successfully survive the next world-destroying thunder punishment, he would definitely be able to develop stronger fighting power.
Once this happens, Jun Tian can display his invincible power on the battlefield of the Holy Emperor, control his own destiny, and no one dares to pursue him.
At this moment, people everywhere in the Holy Emperor's battlefield are in panic. The fighting in many large areas is still going on. From time to time, news of the death of a genius comes out, and terrible bad news spreads everywhere!
The aliens once again showed their ferocious power. They dispatched overlord-level creatures from some distant realms and issued a message to severely damage the Demon Sect, the Holy Emperor's lineage, and the Divine Fire Sect!
The Conferred God War has not yet begun. Once such a large-scale killing is fully launched, it will be an immeasurable loss to any ethnic group.
"It's been a month and Zutian's whereabouts are still unknown. I still find it difficult to accept the news that he fell to death."
"After Zutian passed away, are the alien races ready to fight to the end? Once the tribes completely fight, the alien race will have to pay a heavy price."
"It's not like you didn't know the situation at that time. Ziguang and Split Star were going crazy. They couldn't vent their anger and put all the accounts on other people."
"From the beginning of the Holy Emperor's battlefield to the present, the bloody battle has basically never stopped. It is hard to imagine that the Demon Cult managed to hold on despite such terrifying pressure!"
"Jin Xiao and Man, these two mysterious strong men are joining the battle. Who are they? Do you want to imitate Zu Tian and indirectly aid the Demon Sect?"
"Where did these three mysterious strong men, Zu Tian, Jin Xiao, and Man, come from? Their fighting power is terrifying. According to legend, their realms are not high, but they are terrifying when they join forces!"
The storm raging on the battlefield of the Holy Emperor is getting bigger and bigger, there are shouts of killing from all over the place, and the great saints fall one after another, and time seems to have returned to ancient times!
The atmosphere in the Holy Imperial City seemed depressing, and there was an undercurrent in the city. The onlookers were secretly worried, and they didn't know how it would end next.
Judging from the attitude of Patriarch Split Heaven, he is determined to fight to the end!
Obviously, they want to fight back the lost prestige. For now, people from far away are casting their gazes to watch the movements of the Holy Emperor's battlefield.
Maybe there is a legend sitting in a distant area, casting ancient eyes, paying attention to how this battle will end.
"Zibo is dead!"
In the city, the Eighth Prince's true form has awakened. He has been secretly cultivating a genius for hundreds of years, and yet he dies without any explanation!
Based on the time when the soul lamp went out, it can be concluded that it was definitely not an encounter with death, and it should be man-made.
"Zutian, definitely Zutian, otherwise who would dare to kill me, the prince of the Ziluo Holy Dynasty?"
The Eighth Prince was in an extremely bad mood, he was in a manic mood, and his eyes were filled with evil thoughts, and he would never give up.
At this time, the Eighth Prince arranged his clothes and headed to Yubai's place of residence.
The gods were coming, and the guards at the door naturally did not dare to intercept them. Bai Xuantian was also recovering from his injuries. Yubai was the pride of their entire Bai family. Although there were others with more noble status than him, with Yubai's potential and cultivation level
, it is not difficult to become a god in the future.
In Yunzheng Xiawei's manor, Yubai was dressed in purple, with a noble temperament and overwhelming pressure from the Holy Lord level. He was accompanied by several slightly stunning and beautiful women, chatting and laughing.
"Sir, the powerful men from the Ziluo Holy Dynasty are here. Elder Bai Xuantian is currently accompanying them and will be here soon." A maid came in and reported.
Hearing this, Yubai was very impatient and said: "It's not Princess Ziluo. What's going on with the clan elders? Everyone can be taken in!"
He has been very annoyed recently. Ever since he came to the Holy Imperial City, there have been countless powerful people coming to see him all day long, and gifts have piled up in mountains, and the reason for this is not just because he can talk to the envoys who are about to come to the Temple of Conferment!
Obviously, these ethnic groups send gifts and beauties in order to go through the back door and go to the temple to further their studies. This opportunity is rare and everyone wants to seize and cherish it.
"Sir, this person is the Eighth Prince of the Purple Holy Dynasty, a god." The maid whispered.
Yubai then dispersed the beauties around him who were trying to please him. When he saw the Eighth Prince coming in, he slowly stood up. He was too arrogant.
If this was the case for the other Holy Lords, they would have gone out to greet them long ago and respectfully bowed to the younger generation.
But Yubai didn't take it seriously at all, as if he positioned himself as a messenger for heaven, aloof, and wanted to be on an equal footing with the gods.
The Eighth Prince had a terrifying aura, and his figure was dimly glowing with chaotic light, like a god coming from the ancient Kingdom of Gods. He spoke indifferently: "Young Master Yubai, Zutian is still alive."
"What?"
Before Yu Bai could speak, Bai Xuantian was already furious and said, "Why is this slave not dead yet?"
"Wouldn't it be better if he didn't die? He even dared to kill my clone. He has no law. This person is terrible. There is no chance to apologize."
Yubai didn't take this matter seriously and said indifferently: "It seems that the Eighth Prince has detailed information. Let's talk about it."
The Eighth Prince frowned, does this Yubai still know his own realm?
Of course, his inner unhappiness only flashed away, and he briefly explained what happened, saying: "Unfortunately, I originally wanted to give Master Yubai a big gift, but it turned out to be self-defeating."
"Senior, you're welcome."
Young Master Yubai smiled: "The Chaos Mine is huge, but the number of strong people qualified to explore is very limited. Isn't it difficult to dig him out in this situation?"
"not good!"
Bai Xuantian's eyes widened and he said: "If you can find Zu Tian, he must be exposed. I guess Zu Tian will escape from the Chaos Mine in a short time. Maybe he is already on the way to retreat. Our actions must be
Hurry, don't let him fly out of the Chaos Mine, pin him to death inside."
Thinking of this, Bai Xuantian walked out of the mansion after being shut up. His injuries had healed. No matter how much he hated Qin Mo, he would not dare to say harsh words, but he hated Zu Tian deeply!
He informed the three major ethnic groups that Zutian was still alive and was about to escape from the Chaos Mine.
"He's still alive, fine, fine. I'm really worried that he disappeared from the world for no apparent reason!"
Endless rage surged from the chest of the Patriarch Splitting Heaven, and he issued the most emphatic military order. This was destined to be a big storm, and the Ancestor Extermination Order was issued once again!