As the moon sets and the sun rises, it seems like it's morning again, and today is no different than yesterday.
All living beings are bustling and busy.
But above all the sentient beings, in this early morning, there was a piece of news that spread throughout the continents and oceans.
For a time, thousands of waves were shocked and people were shocked.
The Qing Emperor of China killed ten great immortals on Mount Tai.
The top ten earthly immortals, if placed overseas, would be the top ten world-destroying existences.
What's more, among these ten earthly immortals, four are the famous arbitrators of the Holy See of Light overseas, and two are the twin kings of ice and ghosts who once slain the god Olympus.
Furthermore, Emperor Chen Long of the Chen family, who has been immortal for many years, is now buried in Mount Tai.
The world was in shock, the blood monks, the God-killers, the gods... upon hearing the news, almost all the most powerful people's eyes were filled with disbelief.
There are actually people in this world who can kill ten great earthly immortals by one person. There are actually people in this world who can kill ten great destructors by one person.
How can it be?
Those world-class terrorist beings were stunned, as if they did not believe the authenticity of this news.
In the Holy See of Light, the Pope's face was calm, but you could see that the veins on his arm that represented the supreme scepter were bulging.
On this day, he just sat in this majestic temple, saying nothing, falling into endless silence.
Among the blood monks, the heads of the major clans gathered together.
"The Qing Emperor killed the four chief arbitrators of the Holy See of Light. What do you think?" The voice of a blood monk who was wrapped in a blood robe was heard.
Many other clan leaders were silent, and one of them spoke slowly, saying only one sentence: "This person cannot be provoked!"
Among the gods, some looked at the Antarctic glaciers, wearing thin clothes to face the extreme cold, with long hair hanging down their shoulders.
This is a woman, as beautiful as ever, yet so cold and arrogant, but those eyes seem to contain endless vicissitudes of life.
"Qingdi!"
Her eyes flashed, "Can you kill the ten golden elixirs with a mortal body?"
She smiled softly and said calmly: "It seems that I need to go to China once. I hope this Qing Emperor can enter my immortal sect!"
Among the gods, many pale-haired old men gathered together.
"The Qing Emperor of China, if we get this person's body, we will definitely be able to see all the mysteries and create unparalleled creations!"
"China is a big country in the world, and the Qing Emperor is even more peerless. Even if I use all my gods, I may not be able to kill him. How can I get the body of the Qing Emperor?"
"Wait for the opportunity. This is the top material and must not be ignored."
In the Japanese islands, in an ancient temple, "Furuya Sanada is actually dead?"
A monk with a round figure and big ears lowered his eyes, "It's a pity that the demon sword Muramasa is my most precious treasure from Japan!"
In the Emperor's Hall, there is a large mirror hanging high in the sky.
The large mirror is simple, but glows with bronze light. Occasionally, a ray of strange light passes by, like eating people's hearts.
In front of this big mirror, an old man kneels on the ground, as if he were a rock and a dead tree.
Suddenly, he suddenly opened his eyes, "The trash Sanada and the leader Muramasa were also killed. To send such a treasure to China is to shame Japan for me. It is not a pity to die!"
With a cold feeling in his eyes, he looked up at the large hanging mirror, "Qing Emperor? Under this eight-tatami mirror, I wonder how much you can resist!"
Inside the islands, in a wooden house in the mountains, someone was sipping tea and looking at the cherry blossoms. The man was as old as a rotten tree, with a magatama hanging around his waist. He was simple and ordinary.
As if remembering something, the old man smiled, and as soon as he smiled, the cherry blossoms fell like rain, and before they even hit the ground, they turned into nothingness.
At this moment, in Kunlun, an old man with gray hair looked at Kunlun alone. There was no joy or sadness in the old man's eyes.
He was the master of Wei Dao, and now his most proud disciple was buried in Mount Tai, and the most precious Kunlun Jade Sword was destroyed, but he seemed unmoved.
After a long time, he raised his hand and touched it gently. Suddenly, the peaks trembled,
The avalanche is like the collapse of the sky, and like the roar of thousands of dragons in Kunlun.
"So what if I lose a chess piece and hope that you can become a dragon?"
He transformed and turned around, his eyes reflected the white snow of Kunlun, and walked towards the mountain, "Throughout the ages, there has been more than one peerless person, but the mountains and rivers remain the same, and the heaven and the earth remain the same!"
"Arrogant people will not last long!"
Shennong and Lu Huichun looked at the furnace-exploding pill with sad expressions.
After a long while, he sighed and cleaned up the mess, "Qing Emperor!"
He raised his head and was a little confused, as if he didn't understand the path of the alchemy path, he couldn't understand it even if he thought hard about it.
How can one person be invincible if he is eighteen?
"In this world, is there really a heavenly elixir that is self-made, instead of being refined by humans?"
He was confused, but he didn't know that there was even one person in Shennong who was puzzled.
The prince was silent. He thought of the arrogant figure who climbed to Longchi in the past. How could it be possible that he had no intention of competing in his heart? As a peerless person with an ancient heritage, who would be willing to be weak?
But at this moment, he felt as if he had been severely traumatized and his eyes were dull.
Because he knew that he could no longer compete with the Qing Emperor.
It is difficult for one person to kill ten earthly immortals on the top of Mount Tai, even if he is allowed to cultivate for another hundred years! And what will happen to that person after a hundred years?
It took a long time for the prince to come back to his senses, full of wry smiles and sighs.
"Can't we even fight? Emperor Qing, if you establish China, what will I do?"
In the Chen family, Chen Wanxiang was stunned when he heard the news. Almost countless people in the Chen family seemed to hear the sound of explosions coming from Chen Wanxiang's room, as if countless items had been turned into powder.
Until Chen Wanxiang walked out of the house, everyone quietly looked around, and were shocked to find that all the furniture and wooden chairs in the house were turned into pieces of powder and scattered on the ground.
He walked over with his eyes downcast, and an old man from the Chen family said: "Third uncle, there is a notice from above that my Chen family, including Cai, Quan, and the military, have been suppressed. What should we do?"
Chen Wanxiang turned his head, his eyes were cold, and he helped the Holy See of Light and the six earthly immortals who killed the gods to enter China. If the Qing Emperor died in the battle of Mount Tai, then the National Protectorate would have nothing to say. It's a pity that one step was wrong, and every step was wrong.
Who would have thought that the Qing Emperor could kill ten earthly immortals on Mount Tai by himself?
Nowadays, the country is furious. Although the Chen family is the largest family in China, but now it seems that the head of the family is dead, and the two ancestors of the earth immortals have died. What is left is just a few innates, but the worldly power, even with the rest.
How can the aristocratic families compete with the country if they are all similar?
Chen Wanxiang looked at the Chen family and uttered only one word.
"Tolerate!"
"Retreat again and again until Zixiao takes full control of the throne!"
He finished the word, his eyes were unusually calm, only his body was faint and his breathing was disordered.
Qing Emperor!
If the Chen family does not destroy you, they will not survive in this world.
This hatred is like a sea of blood and will never end!
This shock was like a tsunami, sweeping the entire world.
On the Olympus list, the name of Qing Emperor has soared to the sky. There are only five people in front of this Qing Emperor.
First, the Pope of Light.
Second, the Blood Emperor!
Third, number one!
Fourth, the sun shines brightly!
Fifth, Qing Emperor!
Looking at the Olympus rankings so far, has anyone ever soared to the sky like this? Crossing most of the Olympus rankings, reaching fifth place in one fell swoop just like before!?
Countless strong men were shocked to the extreme. They looked at the rankings on the Olympus list, and the fifth Qing Emperor was speechless. No one dared to disapprove.
I only know that today, in China, there is one person who is peerless, and one person who soars into the sky!