Cangyuan is a desolate grassland in the far north of the Southern Territory. It is usually inaccessible and few monks come here to practice.
However, with the arrival of the ancient desert city, Cangyuan suddenly became lively.
Ancient palaces, pavilions shining with precious light, and a large number of caves and stars are stationed in the plain, waiting for the arrival of the ancient desert city.
"Kakaka..."
A huge cracking sound suddenly came from the cracked void.
A corner of an ancient city surrounded by a long dragon-like lake broke through a spatial rift and appeared in the sky above the plains.
"Ancient deserted city..."
Looking at the corner of the ancient city appearing in the void, the masters from various forces who had arrived early left the cave one after another, eagerly awaiting the arrival of the ancient city.
"According to this situation, the Ancient Desert City will arrive in at most three days, but why hasn't Little Friend Gu arrived yet!"
An old man wearing a blue robe, with a long white beard, exuding a powerful force of life and death, said with a frown.
And he is the guardian of Donggan Holy Land and the ancestor of Yunxiao in the five-star holy realm of life and death.
"I contacted Tiange the day before yesterday and he is on his way. I think he will arrive tomorrow at the latest!"
Ye Qingcheng, who was wearing a dark golden battle armor and had a graceful and slender figure, looked like a female war goddess, said in a low voice.
"Hey, ancestor, do you think Tiange can win a chance for me, Donggan Holy Land, in the ancient desert city?"
Seeing the masters from various forces who had arrived early, many of them were heaven-defying, Ye Qingcheng's father, Ye Wantong, the old Holy Master of Donggan Holy Land, asked worriedly.
"I have confidence in little friend Gu. Since he has said it, he will definitely do it, not to mention that Mr. Shi is still here!"
Thinking of how Gu Tiange took away the opportunity to become an immortal in the hands of the Taoist Alliance, Patriarch Yunxiao was full of confidence in him.
"唳唳唳..."
The major forces were stationed in Cangyuan, waiting patiently for the arrival of the ancient desert city. Suddenly, a series of harsh bird calls suddenly sounded.
Eighteen large birds covered with white snow feathers, with colorful feather crests on their heads, wingspans exceeding ten meters, exuding powerful evil aura, flew over from afar, pulling a cave filled with cold light.
"Eighteen ancient demon birds, what kind of power do they come from? It's such a big pomp."
Feeling the terrifying demonic energy emitted by the eighteen big white birds, the major forces that arrived early showed horror, and they all speculated about who was in the cave.
"The Han family, I didn't expect that they, who have been hiding from the world for many years, would actually come!"
Three old men wearing white robes and strong breaths walked out of a cave that shone with treasure. Looking at the unique marks on the cave that exuded cold air, they guessed the origins of the masters in the cave.
"The Han family, the Su family, the Duanmu family...these hidden families have appeared one after another, and there should be unprecedented excitement in the ancient city!" Three white-robed old men communicated through the message.
Not long after the Han family arrived, a king cobra with three huge heads appeared in the cracked void, tearing through the sea of clouds and flying towards it at extremely high speed.
"They are from the Holy Land of All Poisons!"
Looking at the three-headed King Cobra from afar, there were several masters wearing dark green robes and exuding thick poisonous gas, and many people recognized their identities.
"Isn't there a rumor that the All Poison Holy Land was destroyed? Are the rumors false?"
"It's possible! A transcendent force like the Ten Thousand Poison Holy Land, which has been passed down for millions of years and has practiced poisonous techniques to the extreme, is not so easy to be destroyed!"
The appearance of the members of the Ten Thousand Poison Holy Land who had disappeared for a long time immediately caused quite a stir.
And where they were stationed, there was a vacuum area, and no force was willing to get close to them who were covered in poison.
"A bunch of rabble, the power of Zhongtian Territory is too weak!"
As time goes by, more and more forces are stationed in the plains. However, the two mysterious masters who arrived early and hidden in the void showed disdain.
In their view, these forces in front of them are not worth mentioning, and the two of them joining forces are enough to overthrow them.
"Ho ho ho..."
It was just dawn when suddenly, a terrifying beast roar broke the tranquility of the plain.
An old man wearing a linen robe, as tall as a mountain, with almost all his hair, appeared in the plains riding a golden, half-immortal beast-level lion.
"This breath... the Supreme Supreme One!"
Feeling the aura emanating from the linen-robed old man, the ancestors of many forces felt endless pressure and showed strong expressions of horror.
"The Weeping Emperor, it's him, he's not dead!"
Han Baiweng, the ancestor of the Han family, looked over with cloudy eyes and recognized the identity of the old man riding a golden lion.
"Ancestor, is this Weeping Emperor very powerful?"
Han Xuefei, the saintly daughter of the Han family, who was as elegant and lovely as the fairy in the painting, asked softly.
"More than powerful!" Han Baiweng said: "In the history of Zhongtian Territory, he is one of the rare terrifying beings who broke into the Dao League, stole a semi-immortal weapon from the Dao League, and escaped with his whole body. If it hadn't been for the birth of the Dao League Tianzu that year,
, severely injuring him, the Dao Alliance will suffer heavy losses."
"So awesome!"
All the masters of the Han family took a breath of cold air.
"Ancestor, can you see through his realm now?"
Han Xuefei blinked her big watery eyes, looked at the aloof-looking Emperor Weeping, and asked softly.
"Hey, the strength gap between me and him is too big, I can't see his true realm!" Han Baiweng shook his head and said.
"I wonder who is stronger or weaker when Mr. Gu meets him?" Han Xuefei muttered in a low voice.
"This..." Han Baiwen pondered for a moment and said: "Young Master Gu can kill the Demon Immortal. If we fight to the end, I think it will be Young Master Gu who laughs at the end. But this time when the Ancient Desert City comes, Gu Master
The challenges the young master will encounter will never be small."
"Well, I didn't expect that there are such masters in Zhongtian Domain?"
The two mysterious masters hidden in the void were also disappointed by the strength of the Weeping Emperor, with a look of solemnity on their faces.
"Crying Emperor, I didn't expect you to still be alive!"
Not long after the Weeping Emperor arrived, an ancient pagoda fell from the sky and suppressed it in the plain.
A powerful voice resounded in the pagoda, reverberating across the plains like thunder.
The next moment, an old man wearing an ancient Taoist robe, holding a white wolf hair, and surrounded by three heavenly haloes walked out of the ancient pagoda.
"Painting Ancestor!" The Weeping Emperor, who was sitting cross-legged in the plains with his eyes closed to rest, opened his closed eyes and said with hostility: "After so many years, your strength has not improved much, and you are still trapped in the three-star Tongtian Supreme Realm.
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"Although my realm has not improved, my painting skills have improved a lot. Killing you is enough!"
The painting ancestor's eyes as deep as the sea shot out with cold light, locked on the Weeping Emperor not far away, and said coldly.
"Really?" The Weeping Emperor sneered and said without any sign of weakness: "I happen to have some itching, so I'll use your sacrificial knife."
"Alright Hua Zu, now is not the time to take action. Let's spare his life first!"
The fighting spirit in the two men became stronger and stronger, and the terrifying aura filled the air for miles, making the masters of the major forces breathless, when an old voice sounded in the ancient pagoda.
"Tianzu!"
The Weeping Emperor's face changed slightly, and he looked at the Guzhuo Pagoda, with a strong look of fear in his cloudy eyes.
The next moment, he leaped onto the Golden King Lion and disappeared into the plains.