The Universal Plugins For Online Game Chapter 925: The Great War 8
Just before they left, there was a group of ten or so golden armored warriors where they passed by.
Golden armored warriors wear golden war knives on their waists. They are majestic and imposing. The leader of the golden armored warriors wears a golden crown. Wherever his eyes flash, it is like space. shredded directly.
"My king, why did you take the initiative this time and choose to chase and kill King Yanshen?" Beside him, a warrior in golden armor sniffed the four directions, as if he was puzzled.
You must know that at this moment, although King Yanshen has an infinitely glorious past, he is not far from death, and it is not worth it at all. A king personally shot and killed him.
"Hehe, you don't understand, the god-spreading technique of the god-spreading king is incomparably wonderful. Even this king has heard about it by accident. As long as he gets the god-spreading technique, all the sacrifices are worth it. Yes." In the eyes of the King of the Golden Sword, a burst of cold light burst out, and said coldly.
If it wasn't, he would never have done it himself for the God-Evolving Technique on King Yanshen's body. As long as he won the Spirit-Evolving Technique, his cultivation would definitely go further.
This time, he is determined to win the technique of Yanshen King in the hands of Yanshen King.
"Go, that's the direction, chase!" The King of the Golden Sword looked straight, looking in one direction from a distance, and said loudly, his voice was full of supreme majesty, the aura of an incomparably powerful king, like a dragon , Surrounding him, King Yanshen, at this moment, the mana has been lost, and he is just an ordinary old man.
The golden light flashed away and disappeared into the air, with a powerful aura that oppressed all directions.
The same scene happened in every corner of the Southern Continent, oppressing many kings in all directions. At this moment, it seemed that they had become bereaved dogs, chased and killed by nameless soldiers.
Of course, more powerhouses seem to have wisely chosen to join the ancient clan, become the pawns of the ancient clan, and serve for it, so, perhaps, there is still a chance.
The ancient mirror of annihilation hangs high above half of the southern continent and above the western continent, but it is shrouded by the entire War Demon Palace. It has two colors of gold and black, sacred solemnity and monstrous magic power. Between turns, he killed the countless powerhouses who wanted to escape one by one, as if crushing flies one by one, with ease.
In the War Demon Palace, the tall and majestic body of the Demon God Zhanhan appeared. His eyes were cold and he looked down at the entire Western Continent. At this moment, the Demon God Zhanhan was the ruler of the entire Western Continent, supreme, an imperial chair, floating to him At his feet, he swept all directions and sat down gently.
Just here, an extremely powerful aura suddenly rushed into the sky, as if it was about to smash the blockade of the War Demon Palace. The ethereal aura enveloped his whole body, carrying vigorous vitality. , like a blue sun, infinite majesty.
"King Aoki, dare you!" The demon **** Zhanhan shouted like an irritated lion, stood up suddenly, intertwined his fists, directly broke the space barrier, and killed the blue sun.
"Ah!" A miserable cry came from the blue sun.
The fist of the Demon God Zhanhan travels through time and space, directly piercing the Aoki King, the body and spirit are destroyed, and the blue withered vines slowly fall from the air. At this moment, the king above the Western Continent, at the same time, staring at the King Aoki, where he fell, there is a feeling of sadness in his heart. At this moment, King Aoki was directly killed. In the next moment, will it be their turn?
In an instant, an inexplicable sadness appeared in their hearts. This sadness directly infected the world, as if the entire Western Continent was in pain.
The big blue sun floats away quietly, and drops of blue divine blood drip from the sky, turning into raindrops, moisturizing all things. This is the blood of the king, and every drop can create an unparalleled world Daluo Jinxian contains boundless power and imprints of laws, and countless creatures who have received cyan raindrops. In an instant, their intelligence is widened, and their aptitude is extraordinary. In the future, they will definitely be the powerhouse of Megatron.
"I, the Demon God Zhanhan, sincerely invite the powerful people from all directions to come to the War Demon Palace. After a hundred days, if there are no people who come, I will kill their entire family, destroy their clan, and move their sects!" The voice of the Demon God Zhanhan , floated over the entire Western Continent, and passed into the ears of countless powerhouses.
To go, or not to go?
This question began to haunt the minds of many strong people.
Looking into the air from a distance, the War Demon God Palace, showing the appearance of Tai Chi and the two rituals, is full of awe in their eyes.
In the past, they were too. They had heard about the power of the Demon God Zhanhan, but what they heard was false and what they saw was true, and they had never seen it. How could these extremely proud kings consider themselves inferior to others?
In their hearts, although there is some fear of the strength of the Demon God Zhanhan, they also believe that as long as they are given time, they can reach that step, or even surpass, time, what they need is time.
And at this moment, the demon gods fought against each other, mercilessly shattering their pride. King Aoki is the king of the Western Continent and the Megatron side. Amazed.
Such a person, standing at the peak of the king's realm, is only one step away from the real casting, his own laws of heaven, and is known as the most promising, the powerhouse who has stepped into the semi-sacred peak. , actually died, under the punch of the devil Zhanhan.
If it were them, would it be possible to block that tyrannical punch that oppressed the heavens?
This question, like a lingering nightmare, came to their minds and could never go away.
Zhan Han's punch not only killed King Aoki, but also smashed it at the same time. The pride of many kings has made them unable to get rid of this nightmare from now on, as long as they don't cut off the fear in their hearts. , the cultivation base will never advance, and even die in his own demons.
With a sigh, it was heard from all over the Western Continent. Facing the incomparably powerful Demon God Zhanhan, they had almost no chance of any choice.
In the War Demon Palace, there are four silhouettes, the silkworm king wearing a nine-colored crown, like the shadow emperor who is transformed into a shadow, and the scorpion king with nine cold lights flashing from time to time, just like the first thunder in the beginning of the world. The ancestors, at the same time, came to the Zhan Devil Palace, facing the devil Zhanhan from afar.
"Welcome to the coming of a few daoists. After a hundred days, we will meet many heroes together. This time, but there are those who refuse to accept, we will kill them together!" On the icy face of the Demon God Zhanhan, appeared A wisp of smile, the voice is still the same, so overbearing.
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At this time, on the Kunlun Mountains, fairy trees stand, hundreds of flowers bloom, and from time to time, there are cranes flying by, spirit birds and beasts running among them, apes and tigers roaring, and a foggy formation shrouds the entire Kunlun Mountains. , Sufficient spiritual energy lingers around the Kunlun Mountains. Here, it is like a fairyland, which makes people intoxicated.
There are many white clouds, fluttering in the air, and the breeze blows from time to time, from time to time, blowing over the earth, in the Sanqing Temple, a Huangting Daojing, hanging above the high hall, the rays of light, shining on it, like a bright lamp , make people calm. Taoist Sanqing sat cross-legged relative to each other, a complicated expression flashed between his eyebrows from time to time. At this moment, the entire Eastern Continent was completely plunged into riots.
"Senior Brother, Zu Wu, is about to come, we, how should we deal with it?" Yuqing Taoist wears a high crown, like an emperor, in charge of the blessings and fortunes of all living beings, on the whole body, manifesting the appearance of three talents, Heaven, earth and people were united in one, Yu Ruyi appeared on his chest, and three white waves gushed out.
His voice is solemn and solemn, with a sweet look of heaven and earth, and the appearance of self-respect. In a pair of eyes full of majesty, it is like a chaotic world. The true meaning of creation.
Taiqing Taoist looks like an ordinary old man, with white hair and beard, a face like a baby, lightly stroked beard, cloudy eyes that seem to be open or closed, looking at Yuqing Taoist from a distance.
Daoist Yuqing immediately frowned slightly, and he felt as if the Taoist Taiqing in front of him could see through him at a glance. This feeling was very bad, and it made him feel in his heart. Somewhat upset.
The Taoist Taiqing gently tapped the crutch in his hand, as if he was thinking, but also seemed absent-minded, swept over the Taoist Shangqing, and said lightly on his resolute face:
"Third Junior Brother, how do you feel about this?"
In the blink of an eye, this incomparably complicated question was thrown to the Taoist Shangqing aside.
Behind the Taoist Shangqing, four long swords rose into the sky, as if absorbing the killing energy between heaven and earth. His eyes were like swords, extremely sharp, and wherever his eyes swept, tiny cracks in space flashed into the air.
He seems to be the king of space, staring at the front with a dazed expression.
"At this time, the ancient clan and the lich clan have merged into one, and the general trend is the trend. Even if we retreat from the Ancestral Witch, what can we do?" The Taoist Shangqing took it back. Green and red, four rays of light, suddenly appeared and then disappeared, as if it had never appeared before. In his hand, a green-colored long sword appeared, and the long sword hummed softly. speak up.
At this moment, he turned his sharp-edged body into ordinary, with long black hair falling down his shoulders, sassy and unrestrained.
"Hehe, if we want to sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight, we still need some means. Otherwise, if the tiger fight fails, we may become their meal." Taiqing Taoist said with some self-deprecation.
You must know that the Taoists of the Sanqing are born with the spirit of Pangu and the Qingqi of Kaitian. They are naturally noble and have the merits of Kaitian. Among the innate gods, they should be the leader.
However, everything is obviously not as beautiful as they imagined, and disasters have been added to them repeatedly, almost shattering their pride.
In the long years, they have never had any means of showing them through the sky and the earth, which undoubtedly makes many creatures in the prehistoric look down on them.
These, like a thorn, pierced into their hearts, dripping blood, flowing out from it.
The powerhouse of the same period, Di Jun has become the supreme supreme, looking down on all living beings, standing at the peak of heaven and earth, transcending the shackles of living beings, breaking the shackles of the flesh, and even the Twelve Ancestral Witches have also achieved a illustrious reputation. The clan, as the overlord of the world, stands upright, with footsteps almost all over the entire prehistoric world, in charge of the prehistoric continent.
Every time I think of this, the hearts of the Taoists of Sanqing ache faintly. When will they be born?
There are many strong families, and there are many strong people. This is the competition for the fate of heaven and earth, and it is also a plunder of heaven and earth. It is like sailing against the current.
Time will consume everything, even if they are like them, Sanqing Taoists, born with great merit, if they lack the nourishment of heaven and earth, their qi will gradually be consumed, and eventually disappear among all living beings. Ordinary, since then, there will be no day of detachment.
A qi that is not nourished by merit, qi and luck is like a duckweed without roots, water without a source and a tree without roots, and it will eventually disappear one day.
Even if he is as strong as the Taoist Sanqing, he is born to be loved by the heavens and the earth, but he still can't stand this kind of constant wear and tear. At this moment, the Taoist Sanqing has a faint sense of impatience in his heart.
When the qi dissipates, it is when they die.
This is an irreversible process. Even if the saint who acts on behalf of the heavens runs out of energy, he will perish, and his body and spirit will be destroyed.
Looking up at the sky, the breath of the Taoist Sanqing gradually merged into one, the phantom of Pangu, manifested behind them, a sacred and solemn, a palace, vaguely floating above the heads of the Taoist Sanqing, they The Qingyun of the Qingyun, connected as one, Pangu Yuanshen's phantom eyes, as if they can look through time and space, see through the future, and understand the past.
The long river of destiny flows slowly, manifesting in the hall of the Taoist Sanqing, with a clattering sound that seems to be slow and urgent, and is eternal in an instant, integrated into one, and it is difficult to distinguish at all.
On the face of Taoist Sanqing, a smile gradually appeared, and at the same time, he shouted violently, and the world roared, as if some taboo had been broken.
There was a trace of blood dripping from the corners of Taoist Sanqing's mouth. At the same time, he vomited blood and his face was as pale as paper. The phantom of Pangu Yuanshen disappeared in an instant, and there was no trace. Sanqing opened his eyes. Laughing and saying in unison:
"But it's us, the chance is here, the saint of heaven, good! Good! Good!"
In an instant, pressing on their hearts, the haze of hundreds of millions of years seemed to dissipate, and their comfortable laughter infected the entire Kunlun Mountains. In an instant, it was as if all the spiritual birds and beasts on the Kunlun Mountains had obtained an inexplicable opportunity, and their intelligence was widened.
Two lines of clear tears flowed from their cheeks. After hundreds of millions of years of waiting, now, they finally saw a glimmer of hope.
In the future, after all, there is a sky that belongs to them, Sanqing Daoists, there has never been this moment, Sanqing Daoists, their hearts are full of praise and worship for the Tao of Heaven.
It's a joy that others can't understand and imagine.
Sanqing Daoist, let the two lines of clear tears flow, his face seems to be crying and laughing, and his complexion is extremely complicated. In his eyes, there is a faint look of hope and hope.
Who else can know the sadness and grief they have been trapped on the Kunlun Mountains for hundreds of millions of years?