The arrival of the five evil spirits into the world is a sign of summoning the devil.
If that were the case, Ling Xiao would not stop them at all, but would help them gather the number of people.
Can!!
This chess game was originally arranged by Jun Wangu. Even the geniuses like them were invited by him and sent into the misfortune. ??
If this ancestor of the Jun family didn't prepare some backup plans, Ling Xiao would naturally not believe it.
The Yin-Yang Demon Emperor left behind five great disasters and forbidden... fruits, which had a profound meaning.
And if Jun Wangu wants to break the situation, he can only take action from these five troublemakers.
No matter what their existence means, after all...if one of them is broken, the Yin Yang Demon Emperor's plan will definitely fail.
If Ling Xiao is your king forever, the best way is to start from now on.
"Then let's..."
"Let's go, it's time to reveal the secret of this calamity world."
Ling Xiao didn't say much, and walked directly towards the center of the Eternal World.
At the same time, at the foot of Zhen'e Mountain.
Zhen'e Mountain in this disaster world is the center of the entire world.
Seen from a distance, this mountain range is majestic and undulating, as if there are countless peaks standing there, like an ancient black tree, exuding frightening disaster power.
And under the foot of the mountain, four figures stood side by side, with a solemn look on their faces.
Among these four people, in addition to Jian Wu, there is also a woman with an extremely dignified appearance. Her golden hair robe makes her skin look whiter and more beautiful.
The long golden hair fell down casually, undulating like ocean waves, making people dazzled.
And the waves on her body seemed to burst through the sky, so huge that they were ruthless.
Next to him, there was a young man standing, tall and slender, with an air of detachment in his every move.
Can!!
What is surprising is that there is still a faint air of death on his body, which is in sharp contrast to this fairy charm.
The last person left was a dark-skinned, ordinary-looking boy.
Between his eyebrows, a black scale shimmered with eternal magic.
Different from the other two, this dark-skinned young man did not have a hint of arrogance and nobility on his face. Instead, he stood behind Jian Wu like a follower.
Obviously, there must be some... unknown experiences between him and Jian Wu.
"This fifth Ezi is actually on Zhene Mountain. How did he survive?"
The woman in golden robe shook her head, her voice was hollow and gentle, and had a milky smell, which was completely different from her dignified appearance.
"Miao Miao Goddess, I didn't expect you to be one of the disasters."
Hearing this, the handsome young man smiled, looked up and down at Shen Miao Miao, and sighed in admiration.
"Juan Benwei, isn't your Holy Bone clan known as the inheritance of immortality? Aren't you always incompatible with our E clan? How did you become a disaster?"
The mysterious eyebrows are lightly clustered, and there is a hint of wariness in his eyes.
The three major divine clans are the Blood Demons, the Divine Voices, and the Holy Bones. Among them, the Blood Demons and the Divine Voices are the real Era clans in this world, inheriting the evil power of evil spirits.
Only the Holy Bone Clan has a rather mysterious origin. Although they are from the Bone Clan, they practice immortality.
And the Holy Bone Ancestor is the only Nine Tribulations strongman in the Calamity Realm, comparable to the gods.
Therefore, even the other two major divine clans did not dare to provoke this Bone Clan easily.
"I don't know either."
Benwei's eyes trembled, like two golden will-o'-the-wisps, and he seemed confused.
He only remembered that he was sleeping in the crystal fairy coffin, and suddenly he felt a warm feeling on his face.
And his holy bones underwent a strange transformation, and there was a voice in his mind that kept resounding, calling him
Completely woke up.
From that moment on, Benwei had a vague hunch that with his strength, even if he were to face the ancestors of the major gods alone, he would still be able to defeat them 50-50.
"Maybe, this is fate. We are destined to be intertwined."
Just when everyone thought that Benwei was going to tell a story about a twists and turns and bizarre experience, they saw him suddenly looking up at Shen Miaomiao with a gentle and affectionate smile.
Pee!!
Even Jian Wu, a thousand-year-old licking dog, was caught by his sudden tickling and got out of the way.
"snort."
Shenmiao Miao snorted coldly and said nothing, but turned to look at the little black man behind Jian Wu.
"Hey, little coal ball, you should be from the Eight-winged Imperial Clan."
"My name is Ming Teng."
Ming Teng's eyes were cold, and he didn't show much awe because of his wonderful identity.
After all, they are now one of the five great evil spirits, and their original bloodline suppression is no longer relevant.
"Ming Teng? Why haven't I heard your name before?"
Shen Miaomiao frowned slightly and looked at Ming Teng curiously.
But I saw that this young man was thin and his clothes were ragged, as if he was malnourished.
"I am the bloodline sacrificial slave of the Holy Son of Snake. I should have been swallowed when he awakened his bloodline."
Ming Teng's eyes were filled with evil thoughts, and there seemed to be strange hissing sounds coming from his body.
Faintly, everyone seemed to feel that there seemed to be a huge head at the end of the sky, as if it had penetrated through eternity and came here.
Those eerie eyes were filled with endless bloody murderous intent.
"oh?"
Miaomiao's pretty face was slightly condensed, and there was an inexplicable panic in her heart.
It was obvious that this seemingly thin young man also had a somewhat terrifying bloodline.
"Five of Swords, since
Now that everyone is here, let’s go into the mountain, shall we?”
Shen Miaomiao took a deep breath, and her face gradually became serious.
only!!
At this time, there was obvious concern on Benwei's face. He looked up at the dark and strange mountain and said in a low voice, "Why do I always feel like... there is a pair of eyes on this mountain, watching us?"
"Benwei, you're not afraid anymore, are you?"
"What I mean is, should we send someone up first to see if there is any danger?"
"Who to send? Are you going?"
"Let this Eight-Winged Screaming Snake be."
Benwei smiled sinisterly, and Jianwu immediately showed a cold look on his face.
He had rescued Ming Teng before, just to get him to follow him and compete with these two sons of gods.
Otherwise, with his strength and background, how could he possibly be comparable to the gods.
If there is really danger in this mountain, once Ming Teng dies, he will completely lose his dominant position.
"Let's go together. If we want to summon the devil, we can't escape from Zhen'e Mountain."
Jianwu said indifferently, and walked towards the mountain with Mingteng.
Behind the two of them, Shen Miaomiao and Jian Benwei looked at each other, and finally raised their feet and followed closely.
Today's four people can be said to be connected by the same spirit. One person fell... and everyone lost.
"Boom!"
As the four figures broke into Zhen'e Mountain, they saw a stream of evil sources boiling up on top of the mountain, roaring in the sky.
Faintly, the order of heaven in the entire Era Realm seemed to be... completely chaotic at this moment.
All the creatures of the E tribe walked out of their tribe and looked at the central land.
I saw a black whirlpool there, connecting Mount E and the sky, like a portal to gods and demons, in which the ancient atmosphere seemed to be slowly reviving.