The Universal Plugins For Online Game Chapter 924: The Great War 7
On the Qilian Mountain, the wind was blowing, and Qilian's ancestor's face turned green with anger. He has always been aloof, except when his supernatural powers were not achieved, he has never been insulted like this.
"Judgment?"
This word, like a thunderbolt from the blue sky, entered his mind. At this moment, Qilian Patriarch suddenly shuddered, looking at the four kings who vaguely surrounded him, His expression changed for a long time, and he just handed over his hands, his face pale and weak.
"Xiao Dao is willing to submit to the ancient clan, to be the **** before the horse, to give up all his efforts and die. In this life, he will definitely not violate his will." Qilian's ancestor looked straight, looked at the Shenwei King, and said in a low voice, although he He prides himself on the vastness of his supernatural powers and boundless mana. However, even if his cultivation is ten times stronger than that of the four kings, he has no certainty of victory.
At this moment, on the gloomy face of Ancestor Qilian, the ferocious color flashed away, and then he returned to his low eyebrows and pleasing eyes, a well-behaved appearance.
In the golden eyes of King Shenwei, a golden light shone straight to the sky, and the golden armor, rustling, stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the Qilian ancestor from a distance, on his face, it seemed A mocking look flashed past, he waved his hand, and said aloud:
"Child Qilian, you should understand that the purpose of the four of us coming to this place is to be captured without a trace, and there is still a chance of survival, otherwise, you should be able to do something about the fate of the ancestors of Mohe and the ancestors of Canaan. Have you heard of it? Now, you choose!"
Ancestor Qilian's expression changed even more when he heard the words. Although, he is very famous in the Southern Continent. When it comes to his true strength, he is still more talented than the always low-key ancestors of Mohe and Canaan. What's not so good, this time, he looked up at the King of Shenwei in the eyes, not as usual, no worries, the always low-key Mohe ancestors and Canaan ancestors, both fell into the hands of the ancients at the same time, could it be that Can he only be captured today?
At this time, a golden spear shadow appeared above the head of King Shenwei, like a wandering dragon, with its head facing the sky, spitting out the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. Locking Patriarch Qilian, Patriarch Qilian's expression couldn't help changing.
When he turned his eyes to the other three kings, his pupils could not help shrinking, the phantom of the ancient mirror appeared above the head of the wind king, and a force of annihilation for eternity spread out in the air , Like the waves on the sea, surging and surging, Qilian ancestors, in an instant, understood why Mohe ancestors and Canaan ancestors did not even escape the soul?
You must know that when the cultivation base has reached their realm, it has opened the door of heaven, and it is for the semi-sacred powerhouse. Perhaps, there will be huge differences between the strengths and the same realm, and even the world is different. .
However, if a king and half-sage wants to escape, even if the four kings in front of him shoot together, he is confident that as long as he pays a certain price, he still has the power to escape.
When Ancestor Qilian's gaze swept across the ancient mirror, it was like a deflated ball, losing all hope of life, annihilating the ancient mirror, the treasure of the Qingshi family's inheritance, and in the battle of the void, everything was lost. Showing immeasurable power, even if it is the power of the end, it is powerless to penetrate it, and these one by one appear in the heart of Qilian ancestors.
At this moment, space is frozen, time is frozen, Qilian's ancestor, suddenly a feeling of no way to go to heaven, no way to go down, all kinds of magical powers in the past, this moment, as if There is no more power, any power, the ancient mirror of silence, as long as it is activated, it is definitely not something he can stop himself.
Ancestor Qilian seems to have seen his doomsday, his eyes gradually dimmed. If he fights hard, he can have a chance of survival. He will still choose to fight. This is the pride of a king. When he came out, he understood that as long as he made a move, he would definitely follow the footsteps of Old Ancestor Mohe and others.
King Shenwei, King Tianluo, King Frost, King of Gust, standing in the air at the same time, looking at the Qilian ancestor whose expression is constantly changing, also waiting quietly, can solve the problem without fighting, only The most perfect, without fighting and subduing soldiers, can play the greatest deterrent.
In the sky, from time to time, drifting white clouds, some raptors and beasts, naturally sensitive, escaped from this place. At this moment, on the face of Qilian's ancestor, there were drops of cold sweat, and he couldn't help shedding, his complexion was pale, his eyes gradually became dull, and resistance would definitely be a situation where both body and spirit would be destroyed. Unpredictable, the future is unpredictable, all kinds of thoughts are circling in the mind of Qilian ancestors.
"Qilian, this king advises you, but you should capture it with your hands. You are also a well-known expert who has been in the southern continent for many years. You should have some understanding of the strength of the saints. Trees attract wind. I can’t escape.” King Shenwei’s gaze swept over the Qilian ancestors, and said lightly, he hoped that Qilian ancestors could be captured easily, so that the power of the ancients in the Southern Continent would be even greater. The first floor has huge benefits for subsequent actions.
"It's easy to capture, there's still a chance!" Although the Ice King hated Qi Lian's ancestor very much, he didn't look down on him, but he still opened his mouth and said, he can always keep the most reasonable sense.
The voice of the Ice King came into the ears of Ancestor Qilian, and he couldn't help but raise his head slightly and looked at the Ice King, as if he wanted to see the slightest trace on the Ice King's face, but , To his disappointment, the snowflakes drifted away from the Ice King. The Ice King dressed in white and his face was so cold that he couldn't see anything of value.
At this moment, he flickered with a feeling that when the Ice King came to the Qilian Mountains, he was high above him, but he didn't realize that the Ice King's strength was so powerful.
Actually, the strength of the Ice King may not be comparable to that of the ancestor of Qilian. However, the angle of standing is different, the environment is different, the mentality is naturally different, and the results are also different. Farewell, at this moment, the Ice King is high above, and he, like a mortal person, is in the hands of others, his life and death are in the hands of others.
This kind of gap made the momentum of Qilian ancestors a little weaker, and the psychology of resistance also dissipated most of them in an instant. Even if he can escape this crisis, what can he do?
The strength of the ancient clan can be seen from the eyes. The ancient mirror is annihilated, the sky is sealed, the earth is sealed, and it is urged in the hands of the wind king.
Even if he escaped, the entire Southern Continent would have no place for him. He would be like a lost dog, fleeing everywhere. If the master of the ancient clan made a strong move, he would undoubtedly be torn apart directly. broken.
"I'm willing to capture it without my hands, I hope the ancients can let me live." Qilian Patriarch finally lowered his head, bowed his hands to the four kings of the ancients, and said with a sad face.
King Shenwei, King Tianluo, King Wind, King Frost looked at each other and nodded at the same time. King Shenwei stepped forward and said solemnly:
"Children Qilian, I, King Shenwei, with the honor of our clan, promise that I will definitely let you live, as long as you are ready to capture!"
In the sky, a flash of thunder flashed, as if verifying the oath of the God of Power.
"I, the Ice King, with the glory of my clan, I promise that I will give you a chance!" The white robe fluttered, and the Ice King said at the right time.
"I, King Tian Luo, with the glory of the Heavenly Wolf Clan, I promise that I will give you a chance!" An inexplicable look flashed across King Tian Luo's gloomy face, and he said.
"I, King of the Wild Wind, with the glory of the wild lion clan, I promise that Qilian will be captured without a hand. My clan will definitely not destroy its soul, and will definitely give it a chance of life." Above the wild lion king's head, there was silence. The ancient mirror turned and said loudly.
Hearing the promises of the four kings, the eyes of the ancestors of Qilian gradually recovered a little bit of expression. You must know that the ancients are most concerned about the glory of the race. They would rather give up their own lives than to tarnish them. The glory of the race, this oath, is more binding than the oath of heaven.
"Qilian, you should understand that we will definitely take action and seal you, offending you!" In the eyes of King Shenwei, a burst of light burst out and said.
Ancestor Qilian didn't say much, he also understood that if the four kings did not seal his body with mana, he would definitely not be at ease. These, no need to say more, he nodded silently, and his life and death depended on others. Hand, to be able to escape a life, it is already a kind of luck, how can you be qualified to do other requirements?
The King of Divine Power, the King of Frost, the King of Heaven, the King of Wind, and the four kings, all shot at the same time, the mana all over the body is constantly surging, extremely powerful, golden power, white power, gray power, cyan power, Straight piercing the sky, blood and blood like a dragon, pouring into the heaven and earth, the surrounding powerhouses are all looking in the direction of Qilian Mountain with some doubts.
The Dao Dao seal was formed in their hands. Ancestor Qilian lowered his head and stood below, letting the seal sink into his body. He gradually felt that his mana dissipated and his brows were furrowed. endure.
Ten days later, on the Qilian Mountains, several silhouettes flashed. Each silhouette had an extremely powerful aura. They gazed at the Qilian Mountains at the same time, and their expressions changed for a long time.
A strong man dressed in blue with his hair in a bun sighed and said:
"It seems that this time the ancients are determined, but we need to prepare early!"
As soon as he finished speaking, his figure dissipated in the air, cut through the space, and left directly.
The remaining powerhouses looked at each other and looked at the Qilian Mountains, which had long since fallen into ruins. There was also endless bitterness flashing on their faces, and they nodded at the same time. .
The Qilian Mountains were completely destroyed at one time, like a gust of wind, blowing across the entire prehistoric southern continent, setting off endless storms.
Afterwards, among the ancient clan, news came out that the ancestor of Qilian, who was captured without a hand, has been taken to the ancient clan's holy mountain to wait for the trial in the future. Kill, never tolerate.
On the Southern Continent, above an unnamed volcano, fiery red flames soared into the sky, dyeing the sky red, coquettish and strange, where the flames drifted, no grass grew and nothing existed.
A fiery red figure stands majestically on the top of the volcano, looking in the direction of the Qilian Mountains from afar. The flame behind him shot up into the sky, this is a supreme flame god, a nine-colored flame, emerging behind his head, like a halo of merit, sacred and solemn, his eyes are extremely sharp, as if they can pierce the sky and the universe, Looking through the Qilian Mountains, which had long been reduced to ruins, a long sigh came from his mouth.
"The ancient clan is powerful, I, the spirit of flame, the flames of Jiuxiao, should also avoid its edge, how sad!"
In an instant, the entire volcano erupted and devoured everything around it. The lava was extremely hot, burning frantically, crushing everything. At this moment, the entire nameless volcano seemed to show the flame of the **** of fire. anger.
The fiery red mana rose to the sky, and the nine-colored halo faintly appeared in it, adorning the fiery red pillar. This is a semi-sacred peak powerhouse who has entered the realm of casting the Dao. It is the most peak powerhouse in the entire prehistoric world.
Perhaps, his strength is sky-high and can compete with any ancestor of the ancient clan. Unfortunately, after all, he is weak and can only avoid the power of the ancient clan and leave the land where he was born.
Two fiery red tears fell from the corners of his eyes, he raised his head to the sky and screamed, his sound shook all directions, piercing the sky, all the heavens and stars were shaken, the meaning of endless sadness, in an instant, like a wave, Infecting one side of the world, the beast crawls on the ground, screams and screams, and raindrops gradually fall from the sky.
"I, Flame Jiuxiao, I will return one day!"
Afterwards, Jiu Xiao gently picked up two fiery red teardrops, the figure flashed again and again, and disappeared into the air, but this time, I don't know when it will be the day to look back.
Endless panic shrouded the entire Southern Continent. The ancient mirrors interweaved the Dao runes, blocking half of the Southern Continent. There was no absolute strength. At this moment, I was unable to leave the Southern Continent and could only be trapped within .
On a small path, several creatures of different shapes are walking slowly, old and young, sometimes looking up at the air, in their expressions, there is an unconcealed panic, panic, still Like a bereaved dog, he hurriedly fled.
"Grandpa, this time, can we escape?" A man who looked like sixteen or seventeen years old, supported a pale and feeble old man, and asked with an uneasy expression, his eyes were constantly blinking, and his eyes were shining brightly. His Taoist robe was also messy. Although this old man was pale and weak, his eyes were dim, and a large blood-colored hole pierced his chest, he still stood proudly, like a warrior who would never yield.
"Don't talk too much, go over there." He weakly stretched out his fingers, thin fingers, pointing in one direction, this finger seemed to be exhausted, his whole body strength, intermittently The voice came from his mouth.