The Universal Plugins For Online Game Chapter 844: The strong gather
As for why the dispute arose, it doesn't matter at all. What matters is the meaning of this battle.
This is the first time a battle between the ancient powerhouses and the current overlords.
Whether it's the immemorial leftovers or the powerhouses of the world, they are very concerned about this.
It can be said that the outcome of this battle will directly affect the changes in the general trend of the Great Desolation.
Those immemorial creatures who didn't take the two lich clans seriously, immediately began to collect information on these two overlord races.
At the top of Buzhou Mountain, Lin Fan was wearing a white robe and looked at the sky quietly, as if he was thinking about something.
Behind him, stood a strong man dressed in a blue Taoist robe, with white eyebrows shoulder-to-shoulder, with a smile on his face, it was his eldest disciple, Yangmei.
"Master, I don't know why you didn't, just kill Hongjun directly?"
At this time, there was a hint of doubt on the raised eyebrows.
He couldn't understand why Lin Fan would let Hongjun go.
"Haha, if you kill Hong Jun, this prehistoric world will be boring!" At this moment, Lin Fan thought silently.
Immediately, Lin Fan smiled lightly, narrowed his eyes, and said slowly:
"There are so many strong people in the prehistoric world!"
At this time, Lin Fan seemed to say something without a thought, something that was irrelevant.
He raised his eyebrows when he heard the words, but his brows furrowed. Immediately, if he realized something, he gave a high five and praised:
"It's still more sensible, and it's more sensible to keep Hongjun. It can still attract the attention of those ancient powerhouses to the greatest extent. In this way, I will sit on Diaoyutai."
However, Lin Fan shook his head gently, an inexplicable look flashed across his face, and said:
"Not only that, but behind Hongjun, there is the existence of Shi Chen. After killing Hongjun, Shi Chen will not show up."
He raised his eyebrows and heard the words, but in his eyes, there was a flash of light, and he said with a smile:
"Shi Chen? It is known as the most heaven-defying avenue of time in the chaos. Time is respected and space is king. I would like to see his time supernatural powers to see if time is powerful or space is stronger. ."
At this time, Lin Fan nodded indifferently and said solemnly:
"Time and space can only be displayed when they are integrated into one. The most powerful power will be like this in the future. Hongjun, his power should be more than that. When you are born, attract them a lot, let them try it out, and see how much power Hongjun is hiding."
Raising eyebrows exudes endless fighting spirit. As the controller of space, he never thinks that space will be weaker than time. However, he has almost never shown the power of space to make space. Other creatures have seen it, the invincibility of space.
"Raise your eyebrows, give the inner alchemy that swallowed the ancestors of the sky in your hand to your junior sister! She can use this thing to evolve a world, and in the future, she can also become a patriarch." Lin Fan glanced at the raised eyebrows, He spoke softly.
He raised his eyebrows and nodded, and said without hesitation:
"It doesn't matter, anyway, this Chaos Pill has no effect since I got it, so I will give it to Junior Sister Zizhu as a gift!"
"A hundred years later, at the top of Cangshan Mountain, the battle of fame between the two clans should be very exciting!" Lin Fan opened his mouth as if pointing.
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A hundred years have passed in a hurry, and the powerhouses from all over the world have all started to go to Cangshan in the Eastern Wasteland to watch this significant battle.
At that time, the overlord, the Wu clan, fought against the ancient strong clan, the golden royal clan.
Cangshan Mountain is a high mountain in the Eastern Wilderness, not far from Buzhou Mountain.
The nineteen peaks of Cangshan Mountain are majestic and continuous.
The nineteen peaks of Cangshan Mountain, between every two peaks, there is a stream rushing down and flowing into Erhai Lake. This is the famous eighteen streams. Stream, Lingquan, Baishi, Shuangyuan, Yinxian, Meixi, Taoxi, Zhongxi, Lvyu, Longxi, Qingbi, Mocan, Tingming, Yangnan.
"Yinyan ancient Jewish snow, white stone is three thousand years old."
Cangshan originally had one, and the old man of Cangshan lived. However, because this place was chosen as the battlefield by two extremely powerful clans, the old man of Cangshan was also a guest in the Zixiao Palace, but he had to feel sad. leave.
At this time, there are strong men one after another, constantly rushing to Cangshan, just to not miss this rare battle.
On the top of Cangshan Mountain, two strong people have long been sitting in the town, setting up a battlefield, and no creatures are not allowed to approach.
Wizards wrapped in coarse cloth around their waists, warriors of different shapes, holding witchcraft, guarded on one side, while on the other side, there were silver warriors with extremely long and stout, a pair of pig ears.
The golden royal family has a very strict hierarchy. Their leaders are the most powerful Golden Piguet clan. Below it, there are eight silver families, and further down are the ordinary Piguet clan powerhouses.
The number of golden matches is extremely rare, not much compared to the number of the celestial silkworm clan.
However, every golden match is a royal bloodline, a natural powerhouse with infinite potential.
There is still a month left before the battle date agreed upon by the two clans.
Above Cangshan, many strong people have already arrived, standing on top of one mountain after another, waiting silently. They are all silent, and there is no impatient look on their faces.
But at this moment, on the top of Cangshan, Xianyin made a masterpiece, and auspiciousness descended from the sky, but it was Sanqing Taoist who came together. The Daoist Qing had a majestic look, like the emperor above the nine heavens, holding a jade Ruyi in his hand, and the Daoist Qing Qing had a dignified look with his sword eyebrows and star eyes. He held a cyan long sword in his hand, which was the Qingping Sword.
After the three brothers arrived, they found a nearby mountain and landed, closing their eyes and waiting.
Suddenly there was a sound of Sanskrit in the west, and there was also the fragrance of Zen in the air, with a look of pain and a smile on his face. The two brothers and sisters, it seems that during this period of time, it was Cultivation is great progress.
They found one, near Sanqing, and landed there.
At this moment, Di Jun, one or two Dong Huangtai, and the brothers and sisters Fuxi and Nuwa, also led the soldiers of the demon clan, and came to Cangshan with great scenery.
Afterwards, Wang Wudi, the young master of the Qilin clan, came here quietly with a long sword in his hand.
Ao Xin, the princess of the dragon clan, wearing a long skirt and fluttering white clothes, also came here.
Afterwards, Jin Peng and Kong Xuan from the Phoenix Clan also descended on a mountain.
Jin Peng looked troubled, because behind him, at this time, followed by a small tail, turned out to be the goddess of the yin, Chang Xi, who was dressed in plain clothes, with a tall figure and a small cherry mouth.
Chang Xi just followed Jin Peng, which made Jin Peng a little helpless. He felt that he might as well not save this troublesome woman from the hands of the young master of the Heavenly Wolf clan.
Beside him, the handsome Kong Xuan looked at him with a smile on his face, which made him even more upset.
It turned out that when Jin Peng was on his way to Cangshan, he met Aofeng, the young master of the Heavenly Wolf clan, who was besieging Chang Xi. Jin Peng, for some unknown reason, made a desperate move to save this woman who made him feel extremely troublesome. down.
After saving her, Chang Xi has been following behind him without making a sound or leaving, which makes Jin Peng feel depressed for a while.
Fortunately, Chang Xi did not speak, which made Jin Peng much more comfortable, otherwise, he would have driven Chang Xi away long ago.
At this time, Cangshan began to vibrate slightly. The young master of the Tianlang clan, Aofeng, brought the Tianlang iron cavalry to the top of Cangshan. He was depressed and glanced at Chang Xi next to Jin Peng. Then, in the eyes, fierce light flashed, and the strong men around them all bowed their heads.
The ancestors of Taikoo basically sent their clansmen to watch the battle in order to decide some of their future decisions.
The Tian Yu'er, the granddaughter of the Heavenly Silkworm King, came from the Heavenly Silkworm Clan, a girl in a colorful dress with a weak expression. However, if there is such a strong person who dares to underestimate her, then she will definitely Died miserably.
The Zhanmo family came from the Zhanmogong disciple of the demon **** Zhanhan. Zhantianshan, with a long horn rising into the sky, his handsome appearance made him look more like a man of the world.
Mighty scorpion clan, here comes the young master of the scorpion clan, Ming Xin. He wears a black cloak and black robe, standing there quietly, with a pair of white hands, exposed and shaking from time to time.
The mad lion clan, here comes the young son of the mad lion iron battle, Mad Zhan. He is extremely stout, with long golden hair flying, and he looks like a wild beauty.
The shadow family, the one who came is You Jiumei. According to legend, she is the shadow family. Among the younger generation, she is the most outstanding powerhouse. She swept the four directions and never met an opponent. This is a young king, destined to be Between heaven and earth, there is a legend that belongs to her, Jiuyou Divine Body, shakes the nine heavens, if one day, she will be able to sweep all directions and be invincible in the world.
The snowman came from this generation of Snow Mountain Saintess Leng Bingxin. She stood there quietly, but she gave people a feeling of being icy all over. She smiled lightly, and she could arouse the minds of the powerful people from all over the world. , Snow Mountain Saintess, each generation of Snow Mountain Saintess, is the snowman family, the genius with the highest qualifications.
Lei Qianjun of the Thunder Clan, stepping on the thunder of the nine heavens, is like an immortal king above the nine heavens, majestic and majestic, and his eyes glance at every place, giving people a feeling of the anger of the sky, the thunder is about to land, destroying everything! This is the deterrence of the thunder **** body, a pair of eyes can kill thousands of enemy heads.
One strong man after another, the coming of the strong clan makes the strong man above Cangshan feel shocked. Yes, an existence that can sweep across all directions.
In the sky, there was suddenly a boundless evil spirit, and the boundless golden domineering aura suddenly collided violently, causing the ground to shake and the mountains to shake.
Black suffocation and golden domineering are both powerful and equally divided.
"Haha, haha, the golden royal family really lives up to its reputation!" A hearty laughter came from the black suffocating energy, the sound shook the world, the long fiery red hair fluttered, the ancestor of fire, Zhu Rong appeared, Behind him, the other eleven ancestral witches also appeared one by one.
"The Witch Clan, the Twelve Ancestor Witch, is worthy of being the hegemon of the world!" A domineering voice emerged from the golden light. The head of the Eight Great Silver Clan, the patriarch of the Iron Bow Clan, Zhu ignored the appearance, his Behind him, there are seven other patriarchs.
Gradually, a golden figure appeared in front of everyone. With a majestic look on his face, he was dressed in imperial robes. Bring, endless pressure.
The imposing manner of the Twelve Ancestral Witches suddenly became one, resisting this almost invincible pressure.
"Golden Emperor - Zhu Aotian!" Zhu Jiuyin's voice came from the air, echoing between the heavens and the earth, as if there was a power that penetrated time and space.
In Zhu Aotian's majestic eyes, he shot out the light, staring at the twelve ancestors, as if to see through the ancestors.
"The Twelve Ancestral Witch? The descendants of Pangu, it's a pity, unfortunately, you don't have Pangu's heaven-penetrating combat power." Zhu Aotian sighed with disappointment.
At this moment, a long purple air suddenly appeared in the sky, and then, a gentle voice came out:
"Isn't Lao Dao late?" Zhen Yuanzi's figure appeared between the Twelve Ancestors and Zhu Aotian.
Zhen Yuanzi looked at Zhu Aotian with a smile on his face, but he didn't dare to relax in the slightest.
Zhu Aotian also stared at Zhen Yuanzi, because just now he only felt a breeze blowing, and Zhen Yuanzi's figure appeared in front of him.
"Saint, Zhen Yuanzi!" Zhu Aotian looked at Zhen Yuanzi with a proud look, without a trace of fear.
"Zhu Aotian!" Suddenly, an unrivaled aura appeared on Zhen Yuanzi's body, pressing directly on the golden emperor.
"Shout!"
Zhu Aotian roared loudly, and behind him, a golden dharma appeared, competing with Zhen Yuanzi's aura.
"The deity is looking forward to fighting you!" Zhen Yuanzi took back his aura and said with a flat expression.
"The emperor is also looking forward to it!" Zhu Aotian said without showing weakness, and then slowly put away the golden dharma sign behind him.
"Then, let's start the battle of fame! Presumably Zhu Aotian, you won't do it yourself, right?" Zhen Yuanzi glanced at Zhu Aotian and said lightly.
"Of course, at this time, they are not worthy of letting the emperor take action!" Zhu Aotian was really reckless, and he didn't take the twelve ancestors in his eyes at all. If there is a great formation of gods and gods, presumably, the entire Wu clan will not be in his eyes.
On the faces of the twelve ancestor witches, angry expressions flashed, but they did not open their mouths to refute. Although the twelve quasi-sage peak powerhouses may be very powerful, for Zhu Aotian at this time , is still far from enough.
Zhen Yuanzi turned his head, looked at the Twelve Ancestors, smiled lightly, and said:
"Long time no see, fellow Daoists!" The Twelve Ancestral Witches heard Zhen Yuanzi's words, showing a happy look on their faces, Zhu Jiuyin Ancestral Witch said directly:
"Wu clan, thank the Zhenyuan saint for your help last time!"
Zhen Yuanzi smiled softly and said indifferently:
"It's okay, a little thing, if you didn't wait for Zu Wu to be decisive, it wouldn't have any effect. Since all the people who should have come have come, then you should also prepare to start the battle of fame. This time, Just take a look, you are waiting for the Ancestral Witch to have magical powers."
"I'm waiting for the Ancestral Witch. Since I dare to take action, I have a certainty of victory. I ask the saint to wait and see." A confident smile flashed on Houtu's beautiful face, he smiled softly, and said.
"Hmph! I'm not ashamed to say it!" A patriarch of the Baiyin family opposite the Wu clan snorted coldly, with a look of disdain on his face.