Countless holy kings fell from the void and died like grass. Many other holy kings were driven back hundreds of miles, unable to match the power of Qin Changsheng.
In the unknown land, Li Baiyi looked at the battle on the ruins of the vast land, and couldn't help but smile. He raised his head and said to Old Man Tianji: "It seems that the four ancient tribes are not as monolithic as they used to be. They seem to be
Participated in the battle, but let the Xuantian Divine Clan rush to the front!"
In Tianji Pavilion, Old Man Tianji remained silent.
Time flies by like water...
More and more holy kings fell in the void. As for those in the realm of martial saints, they turned into dust and died without even having a chance to take action.
There are fewer and fewer people in the Xuantian Divine Clan.
At this moment.
A huge shout echoed from heaven to earth, "Back off!"
When that voice appeared, a golden projection that was ten thousand feet high suddenly appeared in the vast sky.
Among thousands of troops, Qin Changsheng raised his head and looked at the projection, his brows slightly furrowed.
I saw that figure's golden light, like a nine-day sun, full of the majesty of the ancient emperor. The moment his projection appeared, countless golden rivers crossed the sky and fell on the people of the God Clan.
In those golden rivers, the gods disappeared one after another and left the battlefield.
"Want to leave? Don't even ask me if I agree!"
Qin Changsheng let out a ferocious laugh, and then his body rose up from the ground like a rainbow, attacking towards the mysterious projection of the gods. At the same time, the fourteen forces of the Ming Dynasty around Qin Changsheng rolled across the sky and swept into the sky of the Golden River.
In the middle, kill the people of the God Clan.
"Qin Changsheng, you are so impudent!"
Looking at Qin Changsheng who was coming to kill him, the mysterious projection opened his mouth to scold him, and as soon as the words fell, billowing golden thunder from the sky condensed and struck Qin Changsheng to death.
"You are so fucking presumptuous!"
Qin Changsheng laughed, and the injustice of Chang Ping emerged again behind him, and a sea of blood descended on the heaven and earth, drowning towards the mysterious projection.
There was a bang.
When the sea of blood hit the mysterious projection, an ancient loud sound suddenly erupted between heaven and earth.
The golden mysterious projection shook violently, but did not disappear.
Qin Changsheng frowned, looked up at the mysterious projection of the mighty golden light, and commanded the nine heavens, and laughed hoarsely: "I didn't expect it to be a strong man who has half a foot into the quasi-emperor realm, no wonder he dares to show up on this battlefield!
amazing!"
"Qin Changsheng, your era has ended. Now you are only in the realm of the Holy Emperor, but you still dare to challenge me. When I arrive in my true form, you will definitely be doomed!"
The mysterious projection yelled.
"Is it irreversible?"
Qin Changsheng raised his eyebrows, "How much more doomsday will this emperor want! If your true body could have appeared, you would have appeared long ago! I, Qin Changsheng, am stretching my neck here and waiting for you to chop me down. If you don't come, I will kill you myself."
Enter the Xuantian Divine Clan and see what you are capable of!"
"Brother, this neck belongs to me!"
In the sea of consciousness, Lin Huang couldn't help but remind him.
"Junior brother, there is a battle going on. Don't destroy the majesty of senior brother!"
Qin Changsheng said very unhappy.
In the void, the mysterious projection fell into silence...
Qin Changsheng laughed ferociously, "If you don't come, this mysterious projection will be sent back to me. Don't be embarrassed here. As for the people of the Xuantian Divine Clan here, I will chop off their heads.
Send it to the Gods!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Qin Changsheng roared again, covered in a sea of blood, and charged towards the mysterious projection.
Buzz!
At this moment, a long-lasting drum sound suddenly sounded between heaven and earth.
The sound of the drum was mighty, carrying the mighty grace of heaven, just like the order of the ancient emperor, suppressing all directions, making everyone in the ruins of the vast land stunned.
Qin Changsheng, who was charging towards the mysterious projection, suddenly retreated a hundred miles and frowned fiercely.
In the formation of thousands of troops, Xiao Yishan frowned.
Xue Tianjun, who was walking on the battlefield, had a condensed look on his face, his arm stroking the breast tiger in his arms stiffened, and the terrifying anger all over him violently vented out.
The figure of the thirteen Mingjiao slayers who had killed all the dragons in the past froze on the spot, his expression frozen.
In the sea of consciousness, Lin Huang looked confused. He didn't know why the sound of a thunderous drum actually aroused everyone's fear, as if he had met a natural nemesis.
Then, Lin Huang raised his eyes and looked at the huge drum that suddenly appeared in the void.
That drum...is only about three feet in size.
At first glance it looks very ordinary.
Taking a closer look... Lin Huang couldn't find anything special about it.
It is exactly the same as the big drum used in ordinary families for weddings and weddings!
"Brother, this is..."
Lin Huang asked and laughed at Qin Changsheng.
This time, Qin Changsheng did not reply. But in his eyes, there was boiling rage!
"Xiao Yishan, Qin Changsheng, and Xue Tianjun, when they see this sacred drum, they still don't kneel down and retreat!"
Between the vast sky and the earth, the thunderous scolding voice of the mysterious projection resounded.
"Today... no one from the God Clan can come out of this battlefield alive!"
Suddenly, Xiao Yishan's murderous voice echoed across the sky and the earth. The latter was seen slowly stepping into the void, his whole body boiling violently, and the terrifying black flames swept in all directions. The whole person seemed to be in a terrifying state of rampage.
At this moment, the fourteen forces of the Ming Dynasty around Qin Changsheng were shaken.
Click, click, click...
In an instant, Xiao Yishan directly took the Fourteen Powers of the Ming Dynasty from Qin Changsheng's hands, hovered behind Xiao Yishan, spread out like a fan, and pointed directly at the mysterious projection in the void.
"Haha...are you finally angry? I didn't expect that even a generation of people from the underworld can only endure this much!"
In the void, the mysterious projection sneered, "What? When you see Tuoba Fu, the leader of the Zuojia Ming Sect, why don't you kneel down and worship?"
When the mysterious projection spoke, its long sleeves were flying, holding a drumstick, and beating the giant drum. Every time it was struck, an extremely terrifying mysterious rune swept across the sky, causing Qin Changsheng and Xiao Yishan to retreat...
In the sea of consciousness, Lin Huang suddenly realized and reacted.
——Legend has it that a thousand years ago, the Zuojiaming Cult was defeated.
The leader of the demon sect died in a battle. After his death, his head was hung above the Zhongtian Divine Realm, his skin and flesh were made into a drum, and his bones were made into drumsticks!
Lin Huang raised his eyes and looked at the giant drum in the sky, feeling horrified in his heart.
The giant drum appears in this world, carrying the power of the great emperor!
What's even more frightening is that he was the leader of the Zuojia Ming Cult at that time, and his mouth was the decree... Even if Qin Changsheng and Xiao Yishan were in the realm of holy emperors and were not afraid of the power of the divine drum, they still could not overcome the hurdle in their hearts.
It is even more impossible to get close to that divine drum.
Buzz.
Buzzing.
Buzz buzz...
In the void, the mysterious projection showed a mocking look on its face and kept beating the giant drum, making Xiao Yishan and others furious. At the same time, the mighty golden river between heaven and earth took the Xuantian God Clan away from the battlefield one after another.
.
On the other side of the battlefield, Qi Hengge frowned.
After glancing at Xiao Yishan and Qin Changsheng, he stepped towards the divine drum.
Buzz!
Between heaven and earth, another mighty drum sound swept across.
Qi Hengge frowned and felt the qi and blood surge in his body, which was unable to be suppressed by the pull of the drum.
"Qi Hengge? Haha... I didn't expect you to show up. But you want to get close to the divine drum? Don't have any wishful thinking. Our clan has been refining this drum for thousands of years. It has the power to destroy everything, and it also has the quasi-emperor's decree. If
If you don’t cut yourself off to cultivate yourself, it might be possible to extend the lives of your bitch for a few more lives!”
In the void, a mysterious projection shouted.
Qi Hengge frowned, then looked at Xiao Yishan and slowly shook his head.
"Junior brother..."
At this moment, Qin Changsheng suddenly spoke.
Um?
Lin Huang opened his mouth and said.
"Next, it's up to you!"
Qin Changsheng smiled slightly, and then his remnant soul suddenly left his body and returned control of his body to Lin Huang!