One person is an old man with a bright head. He has cloud-like hair and an old face. At first glance, he is no different from the eighty-year-old man in the world. But if you look closely, you will be surprised to find that although the old man's skin is old, he has a majestic and majestic complexion.
Vigorous.
A pair of eyes full of vicissitudes of life, as if they have seen all kinds of things in the world and explored the way of heaven.
His pupils contain the way of heaven!
He seems to be the incarnation of heaven!
While taking a slight breath, fluctuations of Tao aggregates emanated from the whole body.
He was sitting on the jade chair, his eyes were slightly closed, his expression was natural, neither happy nor sad, nor angry. He had the temperament of a powerful man. The monks looked at the old man with admiration.
This old man is the most senior monk in the Eastern Region.
At the same time, he is also the first person in the Eastern Region.
Emperor Qinglian.
"Brother Qinglian, what do you think?" A voice sounded next to him, with profound cultivation in his tone, like an abyss or a sea, and when he said it, it was like a strong wind and huge waves, and the whole hall shook continuously.
This is a man who looks about fifty years old. He is not young, but his face is like a crown jewel and his demeanor is very good. It can be seen that when he was young, he must have been a handsome man who looked like Pan An.
He called Emperor Qinglian "Brother Tao", which shows that he was extraordinary.
The Holy Master of Lingquan Mountain does not yet have the qualifications to be called a Taoist Brother, but he does, so this person's identity will be revealed immediately.
The ruler of Qianlong Holy Land, Emperor Qianlong.
The two strongest people in the Eastern Region are both here.
Of course, there are not only two great emperors in the Eastern Territory, but also one family, three days and twelve families, one of which refers to the "Jiang" family, which is a monastic family with a very long history and a very deep inheritance.
In the entire Eastern Region, the only force that is qualified to compete with Qinglian Holy Land and Qianlong Holy Land is the Jiang family!
The head of the Jiang family is also a great emperor, but that great emperor never came. He only sent a Holy Lord to come. I don’t know why?
Emperor Qinglian slowly opened his eyes, pondered slightly, looked around at the powerful men in the hall, a smile appeared on his old face, and said: "If they want to fight, then let's fight."
Emperor Qianlong looked deeply at Emperor Qinglian, his expression inexplicable.
"Yes." The monks said loudly.
At that moment, the Holy Lord of Lingquan Mountain flew out of Lingquan Mountain, looking for Jiuyou and the others.
The news that the powerful men of the Eastern Region were going to compete with the powerful men of Jiuyou was like a storm, sweeping through Lingquan Mountain. Soon, it spread to the entire Eastern Region, and even the other three regions. Everyone heard about it, and they were shocked and extremely excited.
Come as quickly as possible.
The battle between saints and emperors is something that is rare to see for thousands of years. Many people will never see it in their lifetime. If they can see this battle, they will die without regrets!
Moreover, witnessing a battle at this level is extremely beneficial to them.
The tower near the water gets the moon first, so the monks who had previously avoided the Nine Nethers and did not dare to come out of the world emerged one after another and headed towards Lingquan Mountain desperately.
This situation shocked Jiuyou and others.
"There are so many monks in the Eastern Region! If they unite, we will be defeated!" The Jiuyou monks secretly thought, but what made them relieved was that the intrigues between various forces in the Eastern Region are normal, both in ancient and modern times. This seems to be the case.
The genes in their bones are extremely difficult to change.
In fact, apart from the Western Region, the forces in the East, South and North Regions of the Fengshen Realm all have their own agendas. It is strange that there is no unity within or between regions.
Looking through the history books, we can see that the four major realms of the Fengshen Realm no longer fought against each other, and each of them swept away the snow in front of their own door. It was when the last Immortal Emperor ruled the world.
But in today's world, the Immortal Emperor has not emerged for three eras, who can unite the four realms of the Conferred Gods?
Maybe, what they are waiting for is just that kind of person!
More monks came to Lingquan Mountain, making the tense and cold Lingquan Mountain become noisy. They talked, laughed, and talked about the war.
"I heard that there is a great emperor among the three people of Jiuyou! The other two are also saints. I wonder if our Eastern Region can win?"
"Hmph, what do you have to fear about the emperor! How can the emperor of Jiuyou compare with the emperor of our Conferred God Realm? Of our three emperors in the Eastern Region, none of them are amazingly talented and supreme figures. How can we be afraid of them!"
"What Brother Dao said is absolutely true! In my opinion, Jiuyou is arrogant and ignorant! Let's see how our seniors teach them!"
Generally speaking, the attitude of the monks in the Eastern Region is very optimistic and full of confidence in the strong men in the Eastern Region.
Boom!
The earth trembles, the sun and moon are dim.
The Jiuyou monks confronting Lingquan Mountain rose up into the sky like locusts, galloping towards this place, vast and dense, like random arrows piercing the air and shooting towards them.
"Young monks of the Fengshen Realm, your grandfather and I are here!"
"Haha, there's nothing to be afraid of, just the god-conferring monks! Let's see how we overwhelm them with our momentum!"
"I, the Great Emperor Jiuyou, have invincible fighting power and will surely win the battle. Please kneel down and surrender quickly. Maybe your lives will be spared!"
The Jiuyou monks laughed arrogantly. They stood in the air and looked at Lingquan Mountain with a sneer. Their momentum was really impressive and they immediately overwhelmed the Lingquan Mountain monks.
Above the sky, lightning flashed and thunder roared, and purple dragons roared.
Dozens of figures appeared in front of everyone, the weakest ones were all saints, and there was more than one powerful emperor!
The space is shattered and cannot support their aura at all.
The sky trembles, and all the beasts scream.
They are like demon gods descending from the mortal world, exuding boundless and majestic aura.
"Is that the powerful Jiuyou?" The monks in Lingquan Mountain were stunned. The breath directly made their souls tremble, as if there was a kind of pressure from the soul. Facing the saints and the emperor, they couldn't say anything.
Can't tell.
Swish swish!!!
A flash of brilliance made the Lingquan Mountain monk feel relaxed.
The strong men in the Eastern Region stood on the top of the mountain, looking at the strong men of Jiuyou.
Emperor Qinglian's expression was calm, his old eyes suddenly revealed a glimmer of light, and he shouted: "Who is going to fight?"
"Hey, I'll come first."
The red-haired old man chuckled and stood up. His clothes were fluttering, the air was rolling, and his old arms were waving. In an instant, a bloody picture spread out, like a blood prison in the underworld or a Shura dojo. He said grimly: "
Who dares to enter my Shura Dao and fight?"
The monks in Lingquan Mountain held their breath and concentrated, their minds were greatly moved, and they exclaimed in shock: "Is this the emperor's method? To activate the avenue with every move of his hands? It's terrible!"
They couldn't help but worry about the strong men in the Eastern Region.
The powerful men from the Eastern Region looked at each other, and the face of the Holy Lord of Lingquan Mountain changed three times. He gritted his teeth and made up his mind: "I will join you in the Asura Path!"
He is the Holy Lord of Lingquan Mountain. In this case, he will naturally bear the brunt.
The red-haired old man stared at the Holy Lord of Lingquan Mountain, Jie Jie smiled and said: "Please!"
Chu Ge passed through the eleventh floor and found the mural.
The content of the mural is that a tiger and a five-legged bird got to know each other and traveled with each other through the mountains.
"The five-legged bird was sent by me. Oh, I let it protect Huzi. It's good that it can become Huzi's teacher." Chu Ge secretly laughed. His original intention was to let the five-legged bird protect Huzi, which is equivalent to Huzi.
He was a spiritual pet, but who knew that the five-legged bird was so cunning and deceitful that it deceived Huzi and became a teacher and friend with Huzi.
"It's not bad." Chu Ge secretly thought, this can be regarded as an unintentional intervention.
Next, Chu Ge continued to go deep into the ancient training tower, and learned more and more about Hu Zi.
In three years, Huzi and the five-legged bird dominated the Shiwanshan Mountains and unified all the tribes. Huzi became the well-deserved king of the mountain village, but Huzi walked out of the Shiwanshan Mountains and went to the colorful world.
With superhuman qualifications, Huzi stepped into the secret realm of heaven and man, entered the heavenly palace, broke through life and death, passed through nirvana, stepped into reincarnation, and entered the secret realm of heaven!
Seeing this, Chu Ge couldn't help but marvel: "Hu Zi has achieved such a great achievement!"
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