In ancient times, there was a big chun, and eight thousand years was its spring, eight thousand years was its autumn, and thirty-two thousand years was its year.
The divine chrysanthemum tree is extremely ancient, and it is unknown how many years it has been in existence.
It grows in this restricted area of the sea area. Time stamped light spots gather in large numbers in the sea area. The spirit is strong and the rules of heaven and earth are active. It is a place that is of great benefit to the cultivation of gods.
The sacred tree has spiritual wisdom, but its combat power is not very strong.
The gods of the Tianchu Civilization of the past dynasties, in order to protect the divine chun tree, arranged a large number of formations and divine patterns in this restricted sea area. There are twelve formation towers standing on the sea.
The trunk of the divine chrysanthemum tree is thicker than the peach tree. There are a large number of roots along the trunk and penetrate into the sea water. The smaller roots are hundreds of meters thick.
It is autumn and the leaves are golden.
The color of thousands of miles of sea is reflected into gold.
The army of Tianchu Civilization stood guard under the twelve formation towers. They stepped on the golden sea water, held holy spears and holy spears, and the holy energy emanating from their bodies was intertwined together, which can be said to be as powerful as a rainbow.
Luo Jinshu is the second son of King Yu, a high-ranking god, and is responsible for guarding the divine Chun tree.
He was wearing a Taoist robe, with golden armor and dragon-shaped tiger bones hanging outside the Taoist robe. He looked resolutely at the army of the dead outside the numerous formations.
Yuetong Zhenjun is also the superior god of the Tianchu Civilization. He arrived not long ago and is responsible for assisting Luo Jinshu in activating the formation to resist the attack of the hell army.
Yue Tongzhenjun looked at the rear of the Execution Clan army in the distance, where there was a wide opening in space, and said coldly: "The restricted area of the sea is eight million miles wide, why is the space split here? There must be traitors, and they are afraid of hell.
World, the location of the Divine Chun Tree was revealed in exchange for the opportunity to be a slave."
Luo Jinshu's eyes were gloomy and he said: "There is no point in complaining about these things now. Defending the formation and blocking the attack from the hell realm is more important than anything else. If the spiritual roots of heaven and earth are lost, the divine energy of the great world of Tianchu Civilization will be exhausted, and the holy world will be depleted.
The energy will dissipate and the boundary-protecting formation will be severely weakened."
"Even the divine formation in the starry sky relies on the divine energy of Tianchu Civilization to fully activate and resist the Shura Star Pillar Realm."
"If the sacred tree is cut off, we will be doomed, and billions of creatures in the world will also be wiped out..."
At the end of the sentence, Luo Jinshu's voice was choked with sobs.
Because he knows better than anyone else that that day will definitely come, but sooner or later. Everything he does now is just a desperate struggle, but he is unwilling to give up and wants to fight against fate.
Yue Tongzhenjun whispered: "I heard that if you retain the fire, you can allow a god to be the guardian of the fire..."
Luo Jinshu looked at him with eyes as bright as a torch.
Yue Tongzhenjun saw Luo Jinshu's dissatisfaction, but still said: "If the two of us blocked the attack of the dead army this time, it would be a great achievement. Jinshu, I know that you have to coexist and die with the Tianchu civilization.
However, I want to protect the next generation of Tianchu Civilization so that Tianchu Civilization can regain its glory somewhere in the universe after several Yuan Hui."
Luo Jinshu was angry in his heart, but he knew that everyone had their own ambitions and could not be forced. Moreover, now he had to use the power of Lord Yue Tongzhen to protect the divine Chun tree, so he had to suppress his anger forcefully.
This gave him a strong sense of powerlessness!
Most people are afraid of death and destruction.
Survival is just instinct.
Nothing wrong at all!
He felt lonely in his heart, but his eyes were firm, saying: "The attack of the army of the dead is coming!"
In addition to the numerous formations of the Divine Chun Tree, armies of the dead race continuously rushed out from the cracks in space. The gray death energy enveloped the sea surface, eroding the divine patterns, and the atmosphere was rotten and cold.
The ten great monarchs of the dead race have arrived across the realm one after another. All of them are true gods. In the hell realm, they are all overlords of one side. They have a star field as their territory and are worshiped by trillions of monks.
The Red Soul Lord's cultivation has reached the Great Perfection of the High God, and he has gray wings on his back.
As soon as he came to the world of Tianchu Civilization, he manifested a giant divine body and used his divine body to break through the divine patterns imprisoned in the sea.
The god's body soon grew to more than three thousand feet tall, and thunder and lightning thundered around him.
Immediately afterwards, he released the divine world. As soon as a corner of the black earth world appeared in front of him, a powerful divine pattern was touched.
"Boom!"
That corner of the divine world was destroyed by the power erupted from the divine pattern.
The fragments of the world fell into the sea.
A white-haired man wearing a silver-white divine robe flew out of the crack in space and said: "Be careful, that is the divine pattern carved by the old god of the early civilization."
"I've seen the God Priest."
The soldiers of the dead clan kowtowed and saluted one after another.
Even the top ten monarchs nodded slightly to show respect.
The God Priest of the Temple of Death looked calmly, without being arrogant or impatient, and said: "The formations and divine patterns here are of no small importance. Let's build the Zhenwen Altar first."
"yes!"
The ten monarchs all showed giant divine bodies, each as towering as a mountain. They breathed rivers of divine energy from their mouths and appeared in all directions of the sacred tree, exerting magical powers.
Break the divine pattern and destroy the formation.
Behind them, thousands of monks from the holy realm of the dead were building altars with stone patterns.
The altar was only half-built, and the strange power formed by the suppression stone had already begun to affect the divine patterns and formation inscriptions. This made Luo Jinshu and Zhenjun Yuetong realize that something was wrong!
With the means left by the gods of past generations, even if the top gods of the dead tribe come, Luo Jinshu is confident that he can block them.
However, once the Zhenwen altar is built, it is very likely that the divine patterns and formation inscriptions of the patron saint Chun Shu will become useless. Luo Jinshu cannot imagine the consequences.
True Lord Yue Tong couldn't calm down and said: "The Zhenwen Stone is extremely rare, how can they bring so many here? No, the Zhenwen Altar must be destroyed."
"You stay here and I'll go!"
Luo Jinshu had tried it before, but all the attacks he fired were broken by the ten monarchs.
You must break out of the formation and break out of the encirclement formed by the ten monarchs to have a chance to destroy the Zhenwen Altar. However, this chance is very slim, because behind the ten monarchs, there is a god with unfathomable cultivation.
Sacrifice.
Next to the sacrifice to the god of the day, a large number of monks from the holy realm of the dead were also building altars. It was unknown what their purpose was. This also made Luo Jinshu extremely uneasy.
Fight!
Only with the determination to fight to the death can it be possible to achieve this absolutely impossible thing.
True Lord Yue Tong believed that he did not have the courage of Luo Jinshu and said: "Go ahead and leave this place to me!"
Luo Jinshu clenched his fingers and activated the golden armor on his body. Bright brilliance erupted all over his body, and with a long roar, he passed through the layers of formations and went straight to the direction of the Zhenwen altar.
Four of the ten monarchs looked at each other.
Lord Yuantian smiled and said: "Luo Jinshu is the son of God King Yu. Although he is only in the middle stage of high-level god cultivation, we still have to pay more attention to it. Leave it to me!"
The Lord of Yuantian is the peak cultivation level of the upper god.
The most important thing is that he has survived the Yuanhui catastrophe, so his cultivation and combat power are considered to be top-notch among the peak gods. Naturally, he is more than enough to fight against the previous mid-level gods.
In the divine world of Lord Yuantian, a massive amount of death energy surged out.
The death energy burns and turns into divine flames.
"Hellfire Source Blade!"
Lord Yuantian used his magical power to condense the divine flame into a source sword hundreds of feet long, slashed through the air, and struck Luo Jinshu on his way to the Zhenwen altar.
The temperature of the Hellfire Source Blade was so high that the entire sea area was boiling.
Luo Jinshu knew that his cultivation level was far inferior to that of Lord Yuantian, so he did not confront him head-on. He pulled up his body and rushed high into the sky, avoiding the Hellfire Source Sword.
Lord Yuantian seemed to have expected that he would do this, with the corners of his mouth raised slightly and a gray air coming out of his mouth.
"call!"
There is a bronze bead in the spirit.
One by one, the sacred words flew out from the bronze beads and turned into an ancient scripture.
Luo Jinshu couldn't avoid it, so he summoned a purple-black wooden stick and swung it out. Thousands of thunder dragons emerged from the stick and collided with the ancient scripture suspended in the void.
"Boom!"
The collision of two mighty divine powers turned the world upside down, and divine patterns appeared all over the sky.
"Luo Jinshu!"
Suddenly, Lord Yuantian's deafening voice sounded behind Luo Jinshu.
Without looking back, Luo Jinshu sensed the appearance of a huge shadow of the God of Death behind him, with evil aura rising to the sky, savage eyes, fists clasped in his hands, and bombardment towards him.
At this critical moment, Luo Jinshu did not turn around to defend himself, but looked towards the Zhenwen altar. The divine blood in his body burned, and he burst out at the fastest speed and rushed over.
Just as the phantom of Death's fists came down, Luo Jinshu swung out his right hand and created a formation pattern.
After the formation diagram was unfolded, it turned into a towering sacred mountain of gold and stone, which was ten thousand feet high, with a large number of formation inscriptions flashing on the mountain.
"Boom!"
The two fists of the phantom of the god of death smashed the sacred mountain of gold and stone, and the aftermath of the powerful divine power impacted Luo Jinshu.
Luo Jinshu's body-protecting divine light was all shattered, and divine blood flowed from his mouth. However, he ignored it, and a black spear appeared in his hand, and he threw it suddenly, hitting the Zhenwen altar.
"Damn it, in order to destroy the altar, I even risked my own life!"
Being rushed by a mid-level god, Lord Yuantian felt that his face was dull and he couldn't help but get angry. He dodged and pursued him.
"With your cultivation level, you still want to destroy the altar?"
The God Priest stood suspended in the air, his body exuding silvery white brilliance, and he tapped lightly with his fingers.
The black spear that was originally flying towards the Zhenwen altar melted inch by inch and turned into metal droplets. The metal droplets spilled down and landed among the dead soldiers, causing screams.
Monks under the Great Sage will be killed immediately if they get it.
Even the body of the great sage was penetrated by drops.
The God Priest's eyes were indifferent, as if the deaths of those monks in the holy realm of the dead had nothing to do with him.
Luo Jinshu stared at this scene in confusion. A soldier that was close to the supreme holy weapon melted like this. The opponent's cultivation level was too terrifying.
Just when he was about to rush directly to the altar of Zhenwen, a flaming divine blade slashed from behind, like a dazzling light streak, cutting off the divine pattern, cutting off the rules, and all the body protection of Luo Jinshu
The defenses were shattered like paper.
"Pfft!"
Luo Jinshu's divine body was cut off at the waist, the air of death invaded his body, and the pain penetrated his soul.
Lord Yuantian held the flame divine blade at the level of the supreme holy weapon and showed an icy smile. This blow was the true strength of the peak god who had survived the catastrophe of the Yuanhui.
"Junior Brother Jinshu, I'm here to help you!"
Feng Qi appeared on the horizon, followed by the colorful nine-tailed heart fox.
However, seeing that there were actually ten monarchs of the dead tribe here, the two of them slowed down sharply and stopped in the distance, not approaching immediately.