There are four gods in total who came to Ice King quietly.
There are true gods and there are false gods.
At this moment, four gods came outside the Ice Palace, preparing to meet the Ice King. They were gods, and they were very clever at hiding their auras. However, on the Ice King Planet, trying to hide from the Ice King's perception was a fool's errand.
Now that the Ice Emperor has left seclusion, who dares not to come and pay homage?
They were quite uneasy, thinking in their hearts whether the Ice King's departure from seclusion at this time had anything to do with their arrival.
After arriving at the Ice Palace, they were sure of this, because the Ice Emperor had no intention of inviting them in, nor did he let them leave.
This is not a good sign, it is clearly a knock on them.
The four gods looked at each other and smiled bitterly. It was obviously not appropriate to leave now and they could only continue to wait.
…
In the Ice Palace.
Xia Huangchao, dressed in white robe, sat under a vermilion sacred tree.
The trees are full of red leaves.
The leaves are stacked on top of each other, like a red mountain. The leaves fall and float in the air, towards the red butterfly.
Qingyulou walked in from the outside, saluted respectfully, and said: "Master, the four gods are waiting outside, do you want to invite them in?"
"Let them wait," Xia Huang said.
"yes."
Qingyulou saw a figure sitting opposite Xia Huangchao, but he did not dare to take a closer look and could not see his face clearly.
This person can sit opposite the Master here, but the four gods in the hell world can only wait outside, which already shows the importance of this person.
After Qingyu Tower retreated.
The blond man sitting opposite Xia Huangchao picked up the clay cup, took a sip and said, "This disciple of yours is not bad."
The blond man has a pair of dragon horns on his head.
"If your words of praise spread, he will be famous in heaven and hell." Xia Huangchao smiled and said: "Actually, I didn't teach him anything, I just sharpened him in my dreams for thirty thousand years.
"
Thirty thousand years in the dream does not mean thirty thousand years in reality.
Sometimes, one night of nightmares can lead to a lifetime.
The blond man shook his head and said: "Times have changed. One hundred thousand years have passed. Today, there are only a few monks in heaven and hell who still remember me."
Xia Huangchao stared at the blond man for a long time, let out a long sigh, and said in memory: "It's a pity, I can't go back to the beginning. I really miss those youthful days. We traveled to all walks of life together, looking for secrets, stealing holy medicines, and arresting people.
Jin Kun, his cultivation level was obviously very low at that time, but there was no place in the world that we didn't dare to go, there was nothing that we didn't dare to do, and we had narrowly escaped death many times. But now, after cultivating to become a god, we have lost the freedom we once had.
"
The blond man was silent for a while, then said: "And... Ah Jiu."
Xia Huangchao tried his best to avoid this name. When he heard the blond man mention it, he said: "Yes, there is also Ah Jiu. I will never see Ah Jiu again. She is a phoenix, but she is not immortal after all. I saw her being killed with my own eyes.
Kill him, and even his soul will be refined into thin air."
The blond man's eyes became much colder and he said: "You have never told me this. How could you actually watch her being killed with your own eyes?"
"She knew that I would definitely take action, so before rushing out of the temple, she used a formation to trap me. At that time, I could only attack the formation with all my strength, trying to fight out, but in the end I could only watch, unable to do anything.
!”
"Everyone in the world thinks that Xia Huangchao is unparalleled and the pride of the undead vampires. In fact, he is just a pathetic person. I can't forget the way she looked at me when she walked out of the temple. Those eyes... those eyes were full of too much emotion.
."
Xia Huangchao closed his eyes, and at the end of his speech, his voice was sad and trembling.
Who would have thought that the famous Ice Emperor, the most powerful and decisive person in the world, would shed tears of God at this moment.
It's hard to look back on the past, and every time I think about it, my heart breaks.
The blond man said: "I have no right to blame you. Without you, I might not have been able to escape back to the Kunlun Realm when I was seriously injured. In fact, when Ajiu went to find you, he knew that there would be a lot of misfortune there, so he left you alone
The child was sent to the God of Death Island, and the owner of the island raised him."
"You had too deep a relationship with the Kunlun Realm at that time. You were not trusted by the Temple of Destiny, and you were unwilling to take action. Therefore, you declared to the outside world that you would stay in the Temple of the Immortal. I understand your difficulties, and she also knows that your situation is difficult, so, accept
I will look for you without hesitation until I receive your letter asking for help."
"I haven't written a letter to her," Xia Huang said.
The blond man nodded and said: "She also guessed that the letter was probably not written by you, so she knew that she would go there in danger. However, since it was your letter asking for help, she had to go no matter what."
"Where is that child? Is he still alive?" Xia Huangchao had joy and fear in his eyes.
After a hundred thousand years, the feeling of fear arises again.
God also has seven emotions and six desires. For an extremely powerful god, this is the state of mind, which has huge // fluctuations.
There is no enemy that can make Xia Huangchao fearful. What scares him is his own heart.
The blond man said: "If fate comes, we can naturally see you."
Xia Huangchao stood up and stood among the falling red leaves. His white clothes were whiter than the snow. The sadness and kindness on his body gradually disappeared. The aura of a peerless strong man gradually returned and said: "You came to Ice King for the ultimate origin.
Divine Crystal, or Tianshu Needle?"
"Finding the Origin Temple is the hope for Kunlun Realm to rise again. If we can seize an artifact, it will naturally be a good thing." The blond man said.
Xia Huangchao said: "No, seizing the Tianshu Needle is your goal. Because you want to use it to find the specific where the island owner is being held. Your ultimate goal is to rescue the island owner."
"I can't hide it from you. So, what's your choice?" the blond man said.
Xia Huangchao said: "I am a member of the Hell Realm, a member of the Immortal Vampire Clan, and the ancestor of hundreds of millions of people in the Xia Dynasty."
"So, you want to stop me? You should understand that you are no match for me." The blond man said.
Xia Huang said: "One hundred thousand years ago, the Kunlun Realm opened the sundial, and your cultivation level has indeed reached the front of mine. However, these one hundred thousand years, you have been sleeping and healing, but I have continued to make progress. Today
If we fight again, we don’t know who will win or lose. Besides, have your injuries really recovered?"
"Then let's fight!" the blond man said.
Xia Huang said: "We will fight again after you rescue the island owner."
There was an incredible look in the blond man's eyes. He knew better than anyone how stubborn Xia Huangchao was. He had fought with him countless times for the interests and ideals of the Immortal Vampires and the Hell Realm.
Their friendship was forged from battle to battle.
But now, he is willing to put aside his ideals and do things that harm the interests of the hell world. It is incredible.
This shows that Xia Huangchao valued friendship more than interests and ideas.
"I will not stop you, nor will I help you." Xia Huangchao clasped his hands behind his back, turned around, and stopped looking at the blond man, thus giving an order to expel him.
Two extremely handsome men, with their backs to each other, stood under a tree fluttering in the breeze.
After a while, Xia Huang said: "I promise you that all the gods who took action back then will die. In a hundred thousand years, I will definitely take their divine blood to worship Ah Jiu."
"I forgive you!"
The figure of Dragon Lord Ji Wang disappeared without a trace.
…
All the great saints who took action to fight stopped.
The sword struck by Blood Spirit Immortal just now shocked them.
Pang Hu, the leader of the Dayan Sect, laughed loudly: "The master of Wujiang Pavilion has finally arrived!"
The reason why the ten dark forces dared to seize the Tianshu Needle was because Wujiang Pavilion invited two peerless experts to take action. Monks such as Pang Hu, Nine-Eyed Ghost Emperor, and Corpse Ape had already seen the Blood Spirit Immortal and Granny Haitang.
Strong, so confident.
The fierce high priest's eyes were ferocious, and he said: "How could Wujian Pavilion silently cultivate two such powerful monks? Moreover, it can also avoid the calculation of fate."
Gong Nanfeng said: "From the Kunlun realm."
"What?" said the fierce high priest.
Gong Nanfeng said like a treasure: "That sword is called "Wordless Sword Manual". The person standing on the sword is called Blood Spirit Immortal, a peerless figure second only to the Thousand Bones Empress in the Kunlun world 100,000 years ago.
He can be regarded as a representative figure of Yuanhui."
"You know very little about the Kunlun Realm, but I know that he is the first divine son of the Blood God Cult in the Kunlun Realm and the first disciple of the Blood God. His body can be said to be wonderful, although he has not yet become a disciple.
God has lived for more than 200,000 years."
"How is it possible? A flesh-and-blood god under the divine realm can live for two hundred thousand years?" The High Priest of Death had also calculated the Blood Spirit Immortal just now, but he could only calculate half a claw, which was far less detailed than Gong Nanfeng.
Gong Nanfeng said: "The Blood Spirit Immortal cultivated to the realm of the Great Sage three times, and was beaten down and re-cultivated three times. He cultivated to the divine realm twice, was killed twice, came back to life twice and continued to practice, and finally became immortal.
The blood silkworm turned into a butterfly, and he was promoted from a first-class genius to a Yuanhui-level representative."
"It's funny to say that the person who beat him twice and killed him was actually his master, the Blood God. In the end, the Blood Spirit Immortal was almost driven crazy and wanted to defect, but was killed by the Blood God again.
Catch him and kill him once."
God Fulu narrowed his eyes and said: "The immortal blood silkworm, it seems that the blood god's experiment was successful!" (Chapter 2029, mentioned the immortal blood silkworm.)
"Whether it will succeed or not is not certain. It depends on whether the experimental product of Blood Spirit Fairy is strong enough. The Immortal Blood Silkworm is used to cultivate Yuanhui-level geniuses. I think Blood Spirit Fairy is far away from the Blood Jue War God and Blood Jue War God at the same time.
The Great God of Huangtian is still a little behind." Gong Nanfeng said.
At the scene, only Gong Nanfeng, who was as weak as an ordinary person, could still say these words calmly.
The four major priests' faces were already livid, and it was obvious that they were under great pressure.
Characters of the same level as the Blood God of War and the Great God of Desolate Heaven cannot be cultivated with one technique or one treasure. All conditions must reach the extreme before one can be born.
Quedao: "It's already terrifying. Just one sword can suppress the mask of ghosts and gods. Moreover, my Shadow Pill Sword is actually trembling at this moment. He will be the opponent I must defeat in this life."
Prajna asked: "Who is that crabapple?"
"I don't quite understand. Some of them look like the weapon spirits in "Wordless Sword Manual", but they are also somewhat different. However, a crabapple that is older than the Blood Spirit Immortal, how can it survive one hundred and twenty-nine thousand years?
A once-in-a-hundred-year Yuanhui disaster?" Gong Nanfeng asked.
No one could answer him.
After all, in the Temple of Destiny, he knows and can calculate more than the gods.
He doesn't even know, who can know?
The Blood Spirit Fairy's long hair flew in the wind, and her voice resounded throughout the world as she said: "One hundred thousand years ago, the Kunlun Realm suffered a disastrous defeat. Countless creatures perished and turned into bones and loess. There were also countless monks who became slaves and slaves.
Prisoner. Today, I am here to take revenge."
The fierce high priest recovered from the shock. After all, he had been in a high position for a long time and had seen many gods. He said: "It turns out that they are the remnants of the Kunlun world a hundred thousand years ago, and they don't know the lesson. Since they are not dead, why don't they hide?
, survive for the rest of your life? The Temple of Destiny is number one in the world and supreme. How can you alone be able to shake it?"
"If the Fierce and Horrible God said this, I would believe it. If you say this, I wouldn't believe it," said the Blood Spirit Immortal.
The ferocious high priest's anger turned into substantial flames, causing the earth thousands of miles away to burn. In the vast fire field, an ancient red crystal seal condensed and bombarded the Blood Spirit Immortal.
Being able to become the high priest of the terrifying temple means that one is naturally of extremely high cultivation, and is an existence that would frighten the great sages of all realms in heaven.
As soon as he takes action, it is a supreme high-level holy art.
The evil god’s fallen dust seal!
The entire world was filled with the rules of the holy way gushing out from the body of the fierce high priest. Wherever the red crystal ancient seal flew, the space was constantly torn apart and thousands of cracks appeared.
Blood Spirit Immortal punched out, and the silver light seemed to illuminate the universe.
The deafening sound caused countless monks present to lose their hearing. Fortunately, the spiritual masters standing on the back of Xuanwu God's corpse were protected by the formation. Otherwise, even if they were thousands of miles apart, they would definitely be severely injured.
The red crystal ancient seal collapsed, and it was difficult to resist the Blood Spirit Immortal's punch.
"Can one fist break my supreme high-level holy technique?" The fierce high priest gritted his teeth.
The Blood Spirit Fairy opened his mouth and spat out, and a mouthful of silver lightning surged out of his mouth, turning into countless rivers of thunder and lightning, and struck at the terrifying high priest.
"The most vicious blade."
Between the eyebrows of the fierce high priest, the palace-suppressing weapon of the fierce temple flew out, emitting a blood-red divine light.
This is a ferocious weapon that has absorbed countless holy and divine blood. It is an extremely ferocious weapon, and its power is not weaker than the Ax of Judgment and the Halberd of Destiny.
Even with the extremely ferocious blade, the terrifying high priest still couldn't block the blood fairy's silver thunderbolt. His body continued to explode backwards, and the black high priest's robe on his body actually burned and began to disappear into ashes.
"High Priest."
"We are here to help the high priest."
Two supreme saints wearing holy armor flew up from the ground. One body burned like a sun, and the other stood in a lifeless black hole.
The two of them are the guardians of the terrifying temple, and they are both ancient antiques that live longer than 10,000 years.
The two palace-protecting kings appeared on the left and right sides behind the terrifying high priest, each struck a palm, and trillions of holy rules surged out of their bodies, and together they activated the extremely vicious blades.
"Boom."
After only holding on for three breaths, the extremely vicious blade flew out and fell to the earth, sinking it for thousands of miles.
After the two palace-protecting dharma emperors sustained it for two breaths, the supreme dharma body burned into ashes, and both spirit and form were destroyed.
The terrifying high priest was protected by a treasure and saved his life. However, his body fell into the red magma lake like charcoal, motionless, and his breath was extremely weak.
"Boom."
The Blood Spirit Immortal stepped down and trampled him to death.
Emperor Wuyue Ming wanted to rescue him, but the Blood Spirit Immortal used a stone sword more than 20,000 meters long to send him flying back.
A high priest and two supreme saints were killed instantly.
The world was silent, and no one was shocked.
The monks of the ten dark forces were all excited. The high priest of the Temple of Destiny was killed just like that? It was so dreamy that some couldn't believe it.