A hundred thousand immortal cities, trillions of living beings, kneeling down to praise eternal life.
"Eternal Emperor!"
Its sound is like shaking a fairy city, even without the power of heaven's way, countless living beings can't help but be stunned.
They heard the words "Eternal Emperor" and looked at the prostrate creatures in the city.
"Are these bugs from bad soil crazy?"
"Knowing the end, you are kneeling down to pray? Ridiculous!"
"They are just a group of ants. Even if they kneel down and pray, so what?"
"Eternal Emperor, these four words are the words of prayer in the bad land of this era!?"
Many gods spoke, looking at the prostrate living beings from high above, with disdain for killing in their eyes.
Just when all living beings are prostrate and all gods are high above.
In a fairy city, a certain star grows on the trees of this fairy city.
On a certain branch, there was a strand of long black hair tied to it, floating faintly as the sentient beings shouted.
The sound of singing filled the air in this fairy city.
Even more, the power of heaven and earth is gathering crazily at this moment.
That trace of black hair seemed to be swallowing the power of the city's heaven and earth, slowly falling from the branch into the ground.
The next moment, when the green and white power gathered, that wisp of energy suddenly changed, and among the people kneeling and prostrate, it turned into a human figure.
Black hair, black eyes, dressed in white clothes.
In a certain fairy city, in the gap of a restaurant, a strand of black hair with the power of swallowing heaven and earth floated out from the gap, turned into a figure, and appeared quietly in the restaurant.
In a fairy city, on the ground, black hair rose up, transformed into white clothes, stood with hands behind its hands, and raised its eyes to look at the gods.
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In a fairy city, there was a girl with a lock of black hair tied around her wrist. Suddenly, the black hair from the girl's wrist fell down, and the power of heaven and earth gathered together, scaring the child to get up quickly.
But I saw that strand of black hair gradually turning into a figure, dressed in white, with black hair and black eyes.
The girl's face was full of panic as she looked at that figure.
The chants of praise from all living beings reached his ears. Bai Yi turned around slightly, glanced at the girl, and chuckled.
"I am immortal!"
As soon as the sound fell, the girl's fearful expression gradually calmed down. She looked at the white-robed figure soaring into the sky, entering the city, looking down upon the gods in the sky.
On the branches, among the flowers, in the gaps between the floors... and even on the bodies of living beings.
Strands of black hair rise from everywhere in this hundred thousand immortal city, and with the power of this immortal world, they turn into the white clothes.
Lines of white clothes soared into the sky, and beneath them were the prostrate beings chanting the emperor's name.
If any living thing notices it, it raises its head and looks up.
"That is……"
"White clothes, black hair, black eyes...the Immortal Emperor!? That is the legendary Immortal Emperor!"
"Seeing Immortality means meeting the Emperor of Immortality!?"
"The Immortal Emperor is in this fairy city!?"
"We can be saved, hahaha, the Immortal Emperor is here, how can we allow the gods to be arrogant!"
All the sentient beings raised their heads, looked at the man in white clothes, and bowed in worship.
A hundred thousand immortal cities, all dressed in white, soaring into the sky, facing endless gods.
"This is the incarnation!"
A saint opened his mouth and looked at the white clothed man, but his expression did not improve.
There are more than tens of thousands of beings in the sky. If the Immortal Emperor comes in person, there may be a chance of victory, but how many gods can he compete with just an incarnation?
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In the Immortal Underworld, the depths of the endless immortal land.
Xu Wushang looked at this side of the Heavenly Dao Platform. The four realms and the underworld were all at war. The battle between the immortal world and the gods and emperors was almost destroying the heaven and the earth.
However, at this moment, Xu Wushang's eyes fell on the middle domain.
She could clearly sense that the power of heaven and earth were being swallowed up at an astonishing speed.
"Qin Changqing! There are hundreds of thousands of immortal cities in the Central Region, and there are more than tens of millions of gods. Even if you master such magical powers and can overwhelm the world, it is still too risky!"
Xu Wushang was murmuring softly. She seemed to have arrived at the Hundred Thousand Immortal City and the Hundred Thousand White Clothes at a glance.
The Central Region has been the largest battlefield among immortals and gods throughout the ages, and it is also a must-win place in the great catastrophe.
However, Qin Xuan plans to defend the entire Central Region, tens of millions, or even hundreds of millions of gods with the power of one person.
How crazy is this move!?
He regards the gods as if they are nothing, and despises the gods as if they are immortal soil. Even if there are tens of thousands or hundreds of millions of gods, they can't compare to him, Qin Changqing!
"I hope you can achieve something."
Xu Wushang took a deep breath. In the past, when she heard Qin Xuan's move, even as the Supreme Heavenly Dao, she was extremely shocked, but even so, she finally agreed.
She was gambling, but she had to gamble.
Nowadays, the four realms of the Immortal Land and the Underworld are suppressing the great calamity, which is almost rare in ancient times, suppressing the gods.
If it weren't for him, Qin Changqing, to guard the Central Region alone, this would never be possible.
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Under those fairy cities, all living beings seemed to have hope. In Shuguang's eyes, the one dressed in white suddenly showed the power of heaven.
boom!
When the power of immortality transforms into the emperor's sword, one sword can sweep away thousands of gods.
The divine blood is like rain, pouring down on the power of the Dao of Heaven.
That one dressed in white is fighting a fierce battle with billions of gods.
boom!
There is a fairy city, and suddenly there is a strange and unique magic that connects to the sky. It has ten arms and looks at the gods with angry eyes.
Live forever in anger!
There is also a fairy city on top of the white clothes and the immortal emperor's clothes. If endless runes flicker, the sleeves of the clothes suddenly shake, and there are thousands of gods, under that sleeve, they are annihilated into powder.
Buzz!
On top of a fairy city, there is a man in white holding a bell, shaking the imperial bell with his fists.
As the bell passed by, one statue carried divine feathers on its back, and one statue had dark golden imperial pupils. It almost exploded and turned into pieces of mist of divine blood, filling the dark sky.
The Hundred Thousand Immortal City that was almost in despair before, and the endless gods that were almost rampant to the extreme before, at this moment, life and death are reversed, the immortals are jumping for joy, and the gods are wailing.
Wearing white clothes to guard a city, stained with the blood of gods, standing proudly in the immortal world.
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On top of the Immortal Emperor Mountain, Qin Xuan stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the middle realm.
Wisps of incarnations arose, borrowing the power of heaven, gathering the power of heaven, and converging the immortal emperor's power in their bodies to create an emperor's body.
He once accompanied his daughters and traveled to hundreds of thousands of cities in the Central Region.
Thirty-three years, Qin Changqing has not wasted his time.
In a city, he cut off a strand of his hair and left it in the city. He used this magical power to transform into one hundred thousand emperor bodies.
Qin Xuan felt as if the gods had turned into blood mist, and in his ears, he seemed to hear the angry roars of the many gods.
The corners of Qin Xuan's mouth curled up like a maniacal laugh, scorning the gods.
He stands on this immortal summit, dressed in white as snow, with a gourd and sword hanging on his waist.
I leave one hundred thousand hairs of eternal life, tied to one hundred thousand cities in the Middle Earth.
All living beings bowed their heads and chanted the emperor's name, and the gods were buried in white clothes!
The smile at the corner of Qin Xuan's mouth became even stronger. He looked at the gods in the sky, the fire of immortality burning in his eyes.
"Whoever says that I am an immortal will be slaughtered, and whoever dares to say that I am an immortal will be inferior to the gods!"
Buzz!
The sound of a sword roaring from the top of the Immortal Emperor Mountain shocked the gods all over the sky.
Qin Xuan held his sword, stood up in white clothes, and stepped out.
I have a method, one hundred thousand heavenly soldiers!