Chapter 89: Battle for hegemony in the Western Regions
The feeling of death kept hitting Hu Song's heart like a tide. At this time, he had completely fallen into a sluggish state, and his mind went blank.╔26nbsp;╗
The scene just now was too shocking for him. He had heard the elders of the clan say that many years ago, someone in the family had seen the descendant of the great emperor, and the techniques used by the descendant of the great emperor could often transform the illusion of the great emperor.
Could it be that the man in black robe in front of me is the descendant of the Great Emperor? Is there really a Great Emperor in the world?
Questions were running through Hu Song's mind. Although he had heard that Chen Feng had used the Emperor's Technique when he was in Changshan, he always thought that it was just a rumor.
He didn't believe that the descendant of the great emperor would associate with the small and defeated Qiu family.
However, the appearance of the mysterious black-robed man today completely confused him, because he had seen the Emperor's technique with his own eyes today, and at the same time he had also seen the true successor of the Emperor.
Scarlet eyes seemed to have infinite magic power. Hu Song looked at the man in black robe in front of him and remained silent for a long time. It was not until he felt that he could no longer breathe and felt that his neck was about to be cut off that he finally
Squeeze out a few words.
"Surrender... I surrender... My Hu family is willing to submit to you for the rest of my life... for the rest of my life..."
The warm sunshine illuminated the sky into blue, and the red mist in the sky had disappeared. Hu Song stood quietly with his head lowered, with a look of humility on his face, and personally steered the wooden boat towards the Hu family.
In front of Hu Song, a man in black robe stood on the bow of the ship, looking up at the blue sky in silence.
After an unknown amount of time, the man in black robe raised his hand and slowly took off the dark cloak on his head, revealing a resolute and handsome face.
Under the sunlight, the man looked very young, but there was lingering gloom and bloodlust in his eyes.
If Chen Feng were here at this time, he would never have thought that the person who had thought about his own death several times, the person he was wary of, would be him, the person who would be the biggest concern in his heart, Yang Zhengyu...
In a spacious and bright room in Shendan Valley, several people in red robes knelt on the ground respectfully. In front of them, Hong Zun sat cross-legged with no expression on his face.
"Young Master, I don't know what I want to say when the villain comes back this time!"
An old man kneeling at the front looked at Hong Zun with fear on his face, his voice seemed to be trembling.
"What are your orders?" A bloodthirsty chuckle appeared on Hong Zun's face. "Hong Fang, how many years have you been in charge of Shadow Guard?"
Lowering his head, Hong Zun locked his gaze on the old man. His eyes were distant and distant, showing a hint of domineering, but he couldn't tell whether he was happy or sad in his tone.
The old man's body trembled even more violently. He opened his mouth several times but did not make any sound, but large drops of cold sweat slowly appeared on his old face.
"Say!" Hong Zun suddenly had a flash of light in his eyes and his voice became shrill. The old man kowtowed hurriedly and replied repeatedly.
"Return, return young master, it has been one thousand, seven hundred and sixty-two years!"
After hearing Hong Fang's words, Hong Zun's face returned to calmness again, and his voice remained calm: "Do you know how much financial and material resources you have spent in the valley over the years?"
"I know it, I know it, but I have been working hard, and this time I made a mistake!"
"Mistake?" Hong Zun completely ignored the panic on Hong Fang's face and smiled lightly: "All the plans I have been planning for many years were disrupted by you. Is this the result of your hard work?"
"Young master, please calm down, young master, please calm down. This old slave swears that he will regain control of the Northern Territory within five years! Please, young master, give me a chance. Please, young master..."
Hong Zun raised his hand and interrupted Hong Fang's words. Hong Fang immediately shut his mouth and did not dare to make any sound. The red-robed monk kneeling behind him even knocked his head deeply on the ground.
Dare to lift it up.
"Five years is really a luxury for you. I will give you three years. After three years, I want to see the entire Northern Territory become the world of Shendan Valley. Can you do it?"
Hong Zun slowly put down his raised hand, and a red pill appeared in his palm. Hong Zun played with it casually, as if he was talking about ordinary things, but Hong Fei kowtowed vigorously as if he had been granted amnesty.
, said loudly.
"Don't worry, young master. Even if I risk my life, I will definitely unify the Northern Territory. Thank you, young master, for not killing me! Thank you for my kindness of not killing you!"
The sound of collisions echoed in the hall, and the old man's forehead kept hitting the ground. Blood slid down the wrinkles on his forehead. A small patch of bright red blood appeared on the ground, but Hong Fang didn't seem to feel it.
Generally speaking, he kept bumping into each other, and there was a strange excitement on his face, which made people feel chilly.
"There's no need to thank you. If you fail again in three years, you know the consequences!"
Hong Zun just played with the elixir in his hand quietly, not looking at Hong Fang whose face was covered in blood. It seemed that Hong Fang's life and death had nothing to do with him.
"Yes, yes, I know, I know!" Hong Fangda claimed, and his forehead hit even more violently.
"Okay, go ahead!"
Perhaps out of intolerance, perhaps out of impatience, perhaps out of boredom. Hong Zun's broad sleeves swayed slightly, and Hong Fang suddenly stopped moving, then bowed and walked backwards, exiting the hall.
"You guys should disperse too!" After Hong Fang left, Hong Zun spoke again, and all the monks kneeling on the ground claimed that they were, and then, like Hong Fang, they walked backwards out of the hall, but their faces showed a trace of undress.
The sad state of being burdened.
"Young Master, what should we do next?" After a group of monks left, Zheng Min's enchanting figure appeared in the hall, and she was seen walking lightly towards Hong Zun.
"What else can we do? A bunch of useless trash, it seems they can only wait for three years!" Hong Zun was different from before. After Zheng Min appeared, he took the red pill back into the ring with one hand and turned to look at
Zheng Min.
"Young Master, maybe waiting is not necessarily a bad thing. Among the several regions, only the Western Region is the most chaotic and the most difficult. I believe that if you wait for three years, with the strength of Shendan Valley, the water will be more muddy. By then, you will
It’s also easier to plan!”
Zheng Min walked to a place three meters away from Hong Zun and stopped. A charming smile flashed across her charming face, which made people feel excited.
"You don't need to worry about my affairs. Has the old guy been released from prison?" Hong Zun looked at Zheng Min and frowned slightly, seeming a little displeased, but not angry.
Zheng Min knew that the old guy Hong Zun was talking about was the master of Shendan Valley, but she smiled and did not answer. She stretched out her hand and gently brushed her long black hair, with an appetizing and teasing look in her beautiful eyes.
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Seeing that Zheng Min didn't answer him, Hong Zun's expression became a little unkind. Ever since he killed Shuang Jue Zhenren and revealed his true face, he had completely gotten rid of Wang Zun's polite hypocrisy. He had tolerated him for so many years.
Enough is enough.
However, although Hong Zun was cruel, he had a special feeling for Zheng Min. He didn't know how to express this feeling. In short, if it weren't for this feeling, Zheng Min would not dare to be so presumptuous with him, and he would be even more
He will not bring an outsider back to the Divine Pill Valley.
"Say!" Hong Zun's tone softened a lot. Although his words were still full of domineering, his tone was obviously lowered.
"Didn't you let me mention the old Valley Master?" Zheng Min's face was full of grievances, as if she was a little daughter-in-law who had done something wrong, looking pitiful.
Hong Zun was slightly startled, but then he remembered that he had indeed said these words a few days ago, so he coughed twice and said nothing.
Zheng Min was very attentive. Seeing the embarrassment on Hong Zun's face, he knew not to go too far, so he said: "I heard from the elder that the old Valley Master has reached the critical moment of seclusion. He doesn't know how long it will take to come out of seclusion."
It’s easy to say, but based on the analysis of the Great Protector, the old Valley Master will definitely be out of seclusion within two to ten years!”
Speaking of this, Zheng Min paused and continued: "Young Master, do you want to ask the old Valley Master for help?"
Hearing Zheng Min's words, Hong Zun showed a rare seriousness on his face and shook his head seriously.
"This land is no longer theirs, and the future should not always give them a halo!"
After saying these words, Hong Zun stood up steadily, with a natural domineering air. He slowly took a few steps forward, stretched out his hand, pointed outside the hall, and said loudly.
"The Western Region will be mine, and Zhongzhou will also be mine. I want Hong Zun's name to resound throughout the world, and let Hong Zun's light shine over this vast land. There is no distinction between regions here.
There is no distinction between sects here, here I am the only one who covers the sky with one hand, and I, Hong Zun, am the only one who dominates!"
There was incomparable domineering in the voice, a heroic spirit that defied everything, and the courage to sweep through thousands of armies. Maybe Hong Zun was crazy, maybe Hong Zun was crazy, but the most important thing was that the world was in chaos.
The beginning of a new generation often represents the end of an era. When Chen Mu and Song Ge were about to pass away, the Western Region was destined to be in chaos, and Zhongzhou was destined to be buried in the flames of war.
And when the chaos was about to break out, three rare talents appeared.
Perhaps it is the arrangement of fate, perhaps it is the reincarnation of fate. When all conspiracies, power, and interests are intertwined, our three protagonists whose fates are constantly entangled have chosen the land of the Western Regions.
In the days to come, no one knows who wins and who loses, and no one knows who wins and who loses. Maybe the world's hegemon will be born among them, maybe they are just stepping stones for others to achieve hegemony, but who
Do you know?
In the sunny Dragon City, Chen Feng was looking at the martial arts values in the game mall while planning the development of Dragon City with Qiu Xuan Ergou and others.
On the huge wooden boat, Yang Zhengyu looked at the sky with a bloodthirsty light in his eyes.
In the splendid hall, Hong Zun looked forward to a bright future with his feet firmly on the ground and high spirits.
And what are the thoughts in the hearts of countless people at this time?
Everything may be revealed soon, because they are all waiting, they are all waiting for a certain day to come, that is the day to decide the winner, that is the day to avenge shame, that is the day to dominate the entire world.
The days in Zhongzhou, everything, only time will let him slowly prove...
Volume 3: The struggle for hegemony in the Western Regions is over, please look forward to Volume 4: Bloody Storm
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