The Great Sage Cang Yue came to the territory of the Ziwei Divine Dynasty. He destroyed the sacred artifacts here with one blow and went straight into the palace. Unexpectedly, he was sensed by the old madman nearby.
The two races are different, so there is no need to ask why, and they just take action.
Then Cang Yue Great Sage experienced the feeling of being abused for the first time in a long time. Fortunately, he had many teammates, otherwise based on the difference in combat power between the two, he would have been in trouble today.
In just a short moment, more than forty ancestors and kings gathered here without missing a single one. This shows the unity of this group of people. After living and dying together, the friendship is indeed deep.
More than forty people were connected with each other, and the mighty power of the saints was united. The situation was turbulent, like the wrath of heaven.
The entire Ziweixing felt the oppression of this doomsday natural disaster, and all souls were trembling with fear.
The old madman's eyes were resolute, and his body stood straight, using his own strength to resist the pressure of this momentum. He was like a rock under the impact of huge waves, small but resolute and unmoving.
"It's really extraordinary!" All the ancestors and kings praised.
"A battle outside the sky!" said the old madman.
"No matter where you go, it won't change your outcome. Let's go!" Great Sage Cang Yue was the first to set off, and others followed.
The battlefield outside the territory is littered with meteorites, covered with traces of past battles.
The Great Sage Motian stared at the old madman and said quietly:
"This is where we defeated the saints of the Ziwei human race. I beat four of them to pieces with my own hands!"
The old madman was unmoved: "We'll see if you can survive today."
"Arrogant!"
The three great saints of the ancient tribe formed a glyph to surround the old madman in the middle, while the other saints formed a circle on the outside, determined to keep this man here.
"Let me weigh it first!"
The Great Sage Qianyuan took the lead, the golden ancestral dragon horns glowed, and two golden lightning bolts were struck, carrying an aura of destruction.
The old madman was simple and rude, breaking through all the magic with one punch and blasting away the two lightning bolts. Then he directly moved at extremely high speed and attacked Qianyuan.
"Hmph!" Being targeted first, Qianyuan's face was a little sulky. He swept the Immortal Tree in his hand and sent out a colorful streak.
The old madman continued to fight with his fists, but found that the horse seemed to have no body, and his fists hit the empty space.
As Pi Lian stepped forward, the old madman's eyes flashed with light, and he found himself back in the center of the encirclement.
He stared solemnly at the small tree: "The law of space!"
"I'll try it too!"
The great sage Motian moved his thousands of hands together, two by two. A huge golden dharma form appeared behind him. The dharma form was similar to Ferris's face, but it had more arms.
"Moko Wuliang!"
The huge dharma body danced with thousands of arms, stirring the space and blocking the starlight. Countless pairs of giant palms came together from all directions, covering the old madman in the center.
The old madman's momentum has not diminished, and he is still domineering, "Six Paths of Reincarnation!"
His movements were slow and steady, as if he were moving the universe, and finally the prototype of the universe actually appeared between his fist seals.
As he punched out, the small universe exploded with a bang. It not only shattered the universe, but also shattered the arms of gods and demons all over the sky.
The two great sages completed their respective tests, but neither took any advantage.
The Great Sage Cang Yue looked gloomy: "Stop wasting time, come together and send him back to the west!"
The other two great saints nodded in agreement, and then, dozens of ancestor kings took action together, and the monstrous energy fluctuations even spread across the galaxy.
On this day, the sky outside Ziwei Star was bright, divine sounds shook the sky, and meteors fell.
Half a day later, the kings returned, missing one holy king and five ancestor kings. The great sage Cang Yue was seriously injured, and the great sage Motian and Qianyuan were also injured.
But that indomitable, resolute and brave human saint never appeared again.
Feng Jinghong witnessed that battle from a distance. The old madman was indeed very strong. None of the three great saints could be his opponent in a one-on-one fight. However, facing so many harmless ancestor kings at the same time, he failed to defy the odds.
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The three great saints alone can suppress him, not to mention the ancestor king assisting him. All he can do is to take a few more people to die together.
The first thing the Great Sage Cang Yue did after he came back was to fight back to the Ziwei Dynasty, leaving no chickens or dogs behind. However, because the battle was delayed for a long time, many people from the Ziwei Dynasty took the opportunity to escape.
Although most of them were found and killed by the ancestor kings in the end, some still escaped.
In just a few days, the situation in Ziwei Star changed suddenly, and the earth changed its owner.
The ferocity and power of this group of ancestral kings shocked the world, and the remaining uninjured forces were trembling in fear, praying that these demon kings would stop, so as not to affect themselves.
I don't know if the beings in the dark heard their wishes. Then these ancestor kings really stopped and began to digest the power they had established.
Feng Jinghong was not surprised. These ancestor kings who came to Ziwei were all alone. The reason why they attacked these great sects was firstly to take revenge, and secondly to find some subordinates for themselves. Killing was not the purpose, but just a means.
Now that we have the territory and resources, it will naturally stop.
The reason why most of the ancient tribes in Beidou are bloodthirsty is because the human race occupies too much territory. And the ancient tribes each have their own ethnic groups, and they also need territory to develop. This becomes a racial conflict, which is naturally irreconcilable.
On this day, the Great Sage Qianyuan was recuperating in the cave. This place was originally the clan territory of the Human King Palace, but now it has been taken over by him and renamed the Dragon King Palace. Suddenly, he received a notification from his subordinates that Feng Jinghong was visiting.
"I wonder why Your Highness wants to see me?" After several years of getting along, the two have become very familiar with each other.
"I heard that senior's injury has not healed yet. I have some healing medicine here. Please accept it." Feng Jinghong handed over a small jade bottle.
Qianyuan took it and took a look: "It is indeed a rare treasure. I thank your highness."
"I heard that senior's weapons were damaged in that battle?" Feng Jinghong asked.
"That's true." The Great Sage Qianyuan took out the Immortal Tree and saw that it was dim, with withered leaves and two of its seven branches broken.
Qianyuan had a look of pain on his face: "It took me three thousand years to cultivate this Immortal Miaoshu, but he was shattered by that thief, and his rank dropped to the holy level. It will be difficult to recover in the future."
Once a thing like the Immortal Tree is cultivated, its power is infinite. It is not an exaggeration to say that it can become the king of its own class.
But it is relatively difficult to cultivate. It requires a specific time and place, countless scarce resources, and takes countless time to cultivate.
It took Qianyuan three thousand years to cultivate an imperfect sapling. Now that it was destroyed like this, it could only be regarded as a king's weapon. If he wanted to restore it to the holy level, he would have no hope in this life.
"Senior, please don't be sad. Although the wonderful tree was destroyed, didn't you get the Dragon Tablet from the Human King's Palace? One loss and one gain are not considered a loss." Feng Jinghong said.
Qianyuan's face looked better when he said this: "The material of this dragon stele is good, but the previous imprint was too deep, and it will take a long time to completely refine it."
"Then I wish seniors success in advance." Feng Jinghong cupped her hands.
"I really like this wonderful tree. If senior doesn't need it in the future, could you give it to me?"
Qianyuan was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: "Of course, if your Highness likes it, feel free to take it."
There is really no use for him to keep this thing. Instead, it looks terrible and tasteless. Since Feng Jinghong likes it, it is just a favor.