The history of the Xuantian Divine Clan has been passed down for countless years.
It is said...
Before the founding of the Ming Dynasty, they were already the top giants on the continent, and their history may even be traced back to more distant ancient times.
However, after the establishment of the Ming Dynasty, due to their strong power and strength, the Xuantian Divine Clan had to hide on the mainland and not compete with the Ming Dynasty.
It was not until three thousand years ago, when the evil tribe invaded the Cangqiong Continent, that the Xuantian God Clan reappeared in front of the world.
Thousands of years ago, during the countless battles that ended the Eternal Night Era, the glory of the Xuantian God Clan completely illuminated the entire Sky Continent and was worshiped and respected by everyone in the world.
Among the gods, the hierarchy is extremely strict.
To a large extent, it is divided into two veins.
One of them is the Protoss that absorbs the top strong men, geniuses, or capable people on the continent. Most of these people are called worshipers and guests...
Only a very small number of people can become the true core figures in the God Clan.
The other lineage is people with the blood of the gods.
People of this lineage are born different. They have the blood of the Xuantian God Clan flowing in their bodies, and they have a bloodline that is extremely enviable to the world.
Their status and voice in the God Clan are much greater than those of guest ministers.
However……
After countless years of inheritance and development, the God Clan has countless people with the blood of the Xuantian God Clan... so its internal hierarchy has gradually become stricter.
Among the Xuantian Divine Clan, a title represents a status.
It also represents a right.
Marquis.
Wang Jue.
Royal Lord!
The higher the title, it means that the person has more terrifying strength, and also has military exploits that others cannot match.
Every warrior in the God Clan who is knighted will have the Xuantian God Clan’s will to propagate and declare it to the world!
In the past thousand years in Cangqiong Continent, the number of powerful people who have been awarded the title of king is no more than the number of two palms, and there is only one person named emperor!
Therefore, when they heard that the middle-aged man wearing golden clothes in the void, who looked like an emperor, was a prince, several old people in the Qingtian Martial House were a little surprised.
Wangjue!
At least the realm of the Holy Emperor is required.
And it can only be a direct bloodline of the Xuantian Divine Clan.
Only warriors who have achieved great military exploits for the gods can be crowned kings.
"I remember... in the past thousand years in the mainland, only seven people have been granted the title of king! This person is so majestic. Is he not just one of the seven kings?"
In the Wu Mansion, an old man said doubtfully.
"In the past thousand years, seven princes have indeed been born among the Gods. But don't forget, in the past two hundred years, only one prince has been born, so..."
Another old man said, and then he curled his lips, "The seventh prince, Emperor Qingfeng!"
"Now that you know my name, why don't you bow down quickly!"
A loud voice suddenly sounded in the void. Above the sky, Di Qingfeng, who was originally looking at the sky, suddenly lowered his head and stared at the Qingtian Martial Palace below.
"He wants us to worship him! Do you want to worship him or not?"
An old man said.
"How about... let's pay our respects?"
Another old man laughed.
While several frail old people were laughing and joking, another old man suddenly stood up and shouted loudly: "I worship your grandma!"
The other people were frightened as if they were timid, but then they quietly raised their thumbs, "After all these years, you are still the most desperate person!"
The old man who was praised snorted coldly, glared at everyone fiercely, and then said proudly: "I'll take the first step!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the old man let out a long roar, and his withered body was like an eagle hunting into the sky, heading towards Diqing Peak like an egg hitting a stone.
boom!
The old man flew no more than a hundred feet into the air, then died directly in the void with a bang.
Above the sky, Di Qingfeng held a golden giant sword in his hand, looking down without any emotion, and waved his hand indifferently, "Destroy it!"
As soon as Di Qingfeng finished speaking, the tens of thousands of golden knights kneeling behind him suddenly stood up and turned into a golden torrent, heading towards Qingtian Martial Palace.
…
Only half an hour.
The Qingtian Martial Mansion, which originally had ruins, has turned into ruins! The entire territory of 800 miles has been crushed into a plain.
And those old men from before...
But it has long since died.
Before they died, they didn't even have time to take action. They just let out an angry roar and then reached the end of their lives.
However, such a death...may be exactly what they want.
Although in the eyes of others, this is overestimating one's own abilities.
This is a mantis trying to trick a chariot.
This is a worm shaking a tree!
But this... is also their spirit and character!
In the sky, Di Qingfeng saw that the Qingtian Martial Palace below had been completely wiped out, and raised his eyebrows slightly. Just as he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, countless light spots appeared in his mind.
Those light spots...
It seemed that they were all people who had walked out of Qingtian Martial Palace and carried the aura of Qingtian Martial Palace. They had already left Qingtian Martial Palace and fled for their lives.
But they couldn't imagine how terrifying the seventh king of the Xuantian Divine Clan had such terrifying power, and all their efforts to hide it would have nowhere to hide.
but……
Di Qingfeng didn't seem to be interested in those people who fled, and just shook his head, "Except for a seriously injured holy king, there is no one who can be called powerful. Thousand-year Qingtian Martial Palace... tsk...
"
Di Qingfeng clicked his tongue in disappointment, and then ignored the remnants who escaped from the Qingtian Martial Mansion. Just as humans would not pay attention to ants, he would not pay attention to what he thought were ants.
Afterwards, Di Qingfeng rolled up his sleeves and robe, and the golden giant sword in his hand suddenly unsheathed.
In an instant, monstrous golden sword energy filled the sky!
Just between the vertical and horizontal lines of the sword energy, four immeasurable abyss suddenly appeared around the three thousand-mile radius of the Qingtian Martial Palace.
Seeing this scene, tens of thousands of Golden Knights have long been accustomed to it.
But if others saw it... they would be shocked to the heavens.
It was just an understatement of the sword, but it really moved mountains and filled seas, holding the power of thousands of miles of mountains and rivers. An ordinary Holy Emperor would definitely not be able to do so easily.
"Bring this land back to the Xuantian Divine Clan!"
Di Qingfeng pointed to the three thousand miles of territory below that was cut off by his sword, and calmly ordered the army below. Then, he returned to the golden ancient chariot calmly and somewhat bored.
However……
Only half a quarter of an hour after Di Qingfeng returned to the golden ancient chariot, there was a commotion.
Di Qingfeng frowned and closed his eyes, unwilling to pay attention to these small commotions. He is the king of the Xuantian Divine Clan, and there are only a few people in the world who can compare with him.
There are only a few things that can concern him. For example, the commotion below, the Xuantian Divine Clan's Golden Knight is fully capable of solving it.
But as time went by, the commotion below became bigger and bigger.
But Di Qingfeng, who was practicing quietly, seemed to feel a different kind of aura and suddenly opened his eyes.
The next moment, he appeared in the sky again, looking down at the earth!
Then Di Qingfeng frowned slightly, and saw that the abyss drawn by his sword was already filled with rolling magma.
The three thousand-mile territory of Qingtian Martial Palace has also turned into a giant sea of lava, submerging tens of thousands of golden knights!