The first thousand two hundred and forty-nine chapters are now three emperors
Eastern Region.
It's definitely not peaceful.
The entire cultivation world in the Eastern Region knows how tragic and terrifying the battle that is taking place in the Qinglian Holy Land is. It can be called an unprecedented battle. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is rare in millions of years. It is so exciting.
The monks from the Eastern Region dreamed of witnessing the battle, but they did not go.
Why?
Afraid of death!
It was a real battle of life and death, not a competition. There was no end point or anything like that. Once the fight started, no one would care about the life and death of ants like them. It is no exaggeration to say that those strong men would blow a blow gently.
With just one breath, the souls of tens of thousands of disciples can be extinguished.
Therefore, the monks in the Eastern Region were waiting for the outcome of that battle with both curiosity and fear.
Their hearts were full of doubts, could the Qinglian Holy Land survive?
How many masters did Tongtian Divine Cult dispatch?
How many strong men do they still have?
Flower tribe.
The elegant garden is antique, with rockeries standing tall and springs flowing. On the railing, Hua Wuque is leaning on the railing, holding a handful of fish feed and feeding the golden carp in the pond. He looks leisurely and picks up a little bit.
Spreading it out gently, the golden carp jumped up, scrambled for the food, and plunged into the pond again with a "pop" sound.
Looking at this scene, Hua Wuque smiled briskly.
There are thirty carps in the pond, all of which are raised by Hua Wuque with great care. He feeds the fish and raises flowers every day, and his life is very leisurely.
The scent of roses wafted over, and Hua Wuque seemed not to notice it, still concentrating on feeding the fish.
"Aren't you concerned about the affairs of the Qinglian Holy Land?" Hua Wuyue, who was covered with a veil, asked.
Hua Wuque was noncommittal and said calmly: "A group of tall men are fighting. How can you, a three-year-old child, do it?"
Hua Wuyue fell silent.
"Why, are you worried about Chu Ge's life or death?"
Hua Wuque joked, and immediately, his expression suddenly turned cold and solemn, like the chilling atmosphere of late autumn, "Chu Ge is indeed unique in history, possessing the ninth level of Taoism and the qualifications of an immortal emperor, but he actually has nothing to do with me.
The difference is, in front of those tall men, they are all vulnerable!"
"Chu Ge's fate has long been determined!"
"The only way is death!"
As he said that, Hua Wuque burst out laughing, with a slightly ferocious look on his face: "Maybe after Chu Ge dies, I will collect his body! But having said that, there is a good chance that Chu Ge's body will be gone."
Hua Wuyue's body seemed to be shaking, and the figure of Chu Ge seemed to appear in front of her eyes. Although she only met Chu Ge a few times, she had to say that Chu Ge was the most outstanding man he had ever seen in the world.
Even her biological brother Hua Wuque was not as good as Chu Ge, especially after he had solved the demon soul curse, Hua Wuque seemed to be a completely different person, which made her feel strange.
After feeding the carp, Hua Wuque clapped his hands, turned around and smiled at Hua Wuyue: "The carp in the pond has grown up, it's time to fish it out and enjoy it. It must be very delicious. You said it is roasted and eaten.
Or should it be steamed and eaten?"
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"My Mountain Moving Technique has suppressed countless ancient dragons. No matter how powerful you are, you can't escape from my Dragon Suppressing Mountain!" Shengba stepped forward, and the space above his head rumbled to pieces.
The dark space of the universe was revealed, and there were tall and majestic mountains standing there. Those mountains were too high to be reached, and countless blue dragons were suppressed under them. The dragon bones were everywhere and blood was stained all over.
"roar!"
The Dragon Emperor of the East China Sea roared and transformed into a dragon. The dragon's body stretched as far as the eye could see, like the endless mountains. It stretched out its sharp dragon claws. Immortal energy surged, shaking the space. A low sound like thunder came from his mouth. Suddenly
One shot, killing the Holy Eight.
"Here comes the mountain!"
Shengba was not afraid and fought against the Dragon Emperor of the East China Sea.
"It's very lively here, haha, it seems that I came here by chance!"
call out!
A high-pitched voice resounded through the sky, piercing through gold and cracking rocks, frightening the clouds thousands of miles away. The power of the immortal beasts was so majestic that all the beasts in the Eastern Region fell to the ground and trembled.
Everyone was slightly startled and looked for news. They saw a huge golden-winged roc flying towards them. It seemed to be the king of beasts. It had an indescribable momentum and relied on its bloodline advantage to suppress the beasts in the Eastern Region.
"This is?" Chu Ge was shocked again, "The Demon Emperor of the Demon Emperor Palace of the Southern Region?"
This guy also has a big feud with Chu Ge and Qinglian Holy Land!
The Demon King's ability to help him regardless of past grudges was beyond Chu Ge's expectations.
The Demon Emperor appeared, looked around, and felt happy. He laughed and said, "Who will fight with me?"
"snort!"
The Golden Crow Emperor snorted coldly and said contemptuously: "I heard that the Golden-winged Dapeng is the strongest bird monster clan in the Fengshen Realm? In my opinion, it's just that there are no tigers in the mountains, and monkeys are the kings! If my Golden Crow tribe is in the Fengshen Realm,
The king of the demon clan and the king of birds must belong to the Golden Crow clan, so where will it be your golden-winged roc’s turn to show off its power?”
boom!
Hearing this, the Demon King became furious!
How can the unruly Golden-winged Dapeng clan tolerate the insults of others?
Immediately, the Demon King couldn't help but speak, his eyes were sharp, and with a wave of his arm, a pair of golden wings grew out from his back, shining brightly, and shouted: "It is said that the Golden Crow tribe has three legs, I will break your third leg today!"
The Golden Crow Emperor said angrily: "Whether you break my feet or I pluck all your hair! I will turn you into a hairless bird!"
boom!
The two of them were separated by hundreds of feet, and their demonic aura was overwhelming. One transformed into a golden-winged roc, and the other transformed into a three-legged golden crow. They were both extremely powerful immortal beasts. At the same time, they rushed into the clouds to fight. There were constant roars, accompanied by
Howling and roaring.
By this time, Xia Da's face could no longer be described as ugly, it was very ugly!
These people held back the six great emperors of Tongtian Divine Sect!
The situation is slowly turning towards the Qinglian Holy Land. If there are a few more great emperors, it will be even more difficult.
"Amitabha."
At the edge of the western land, as if at the junction of heaven and earth, an old monk walked slowly. He chanted the Buddha's name softly, rubbed the beads slightly with his fingers, wore a cassock, held a staff, and was glowing with Buddha's light.
, there seems to be Buddha's voice circulating in the dark.
His pace seems slow, but in one step, he has crossed thousands of miles of rivers and mountains!
"Zuxian, the abbot of Jingtan Holy Land!"
Chu Ge was slightly happy. He had no good impressions of the strong men in the Western Regions, but Zu Xian was an exception. He was a man who devoted himself to the Buddha and had no distractions. He was not as stubborn as Zu Ze, nor as arrogant as Zu Yan.
He is not as ignorant of right and wrong as Zu Wu.
"Bald donkey!"
Xia Da's face was gloomy. So far, six great emperors have supported the Qinglian Holy Land. "Is there still another great emperor coming? Instead of coming out one by one, let's show up together!"
After saying this, Xia Da stared into space, as if waiting for the others' response.
But, there is no one else.
The six great emperors are all the powerful men who support the Qinglian Holy Land.
"Leave this old monk to me!"
Mo Jiu's calm voice sounded, and he walked towards Zu Xian holding a small piece of grass.
Counting the Three Infant Demon Emperor who was held back by the three saints of the Qinglian Holy Land, the Tongtian Divine Sect was dispersed among seven great emperors, leaving only four great emperors to deal with the Qinglian Emperor and Chu Ge.
Moreover, among these four emperors, only Xia Da is considered a master. The other three are Emperor Liuguang and the two emperors from the Golden Crow tribe. They are all ordinary emperors and do not pose much threat to Emperor Qinglian.