Archfiend Chapter 723: : Yuan Ying Zhenjun
On the Internet, after half a minute of fermentation, it has completely exploded!
"Star Wars!?" "It's a Plane Wars, but is it possible!" "Oh my God... I, I can't believe it. I, I'm still dumbfounded now!" "Don't lie to us, right? This is a war with another civilization!" "Star Destroyer Mothership? Isn't that something that is only found in the comics? I really can't believe it, but, but Xu Zhenren has made a pledge!"
It's impossible to distinguish between true and false.
Dao Xin's oath, intellectually speaking, is absolutely true. However, emotionally, no one wants to believe everything Xu Yangyi said.
One hundred and eighty years later, will war with another stronger civilization?
Does the government know? Did they hide it?
But...At this moment, the entire auditorium suddenly trembled.
Jerusalem, Greece, Vatican, and Northern Europe, four streamers burst through the continents, rushing towards the imperial capital at the speed of a meteor rushing to the moon.
In an instant, Xu Yangyi only felt cold. Four extremely terrifying auras gathered from various places on the earth, and locked him firmly.
"This is..." The Ministry of National Defense, several staff members, looked at the warning lights that suddenly turned red, and then began to bark at the warning lights, and said dumbfounded: "How is it possible...How is this possible?!"
In front of them, four magnificent auras formed a beam of light, a cloud of sand, a piece of flowing water, and a cluster of flames. Each of them...had covered a range of tens of thousands of meters, and rushed straight towards Huaxia without any secret. .
On the screen, four numbers are beating frantically.
"Nine hundred thousand spirits...one million spirits...1.5 million, 800,000, two million...2.7 million!"
A few seconds later, the four numbers stabilized, and the staff only glanced at it and almost screamed.
"Five hundred and three hundred and twenty thousand spirits." "Six hundred and seventeen thousand spirits." "Five hundred and nine hundred thousand spirits." "Five hundred and eighty six thousand spirits."
True Lord Yuan Ying!
They...also can't sit down.
The power center of China, the dignitaries who were pondering at the conference table immediately received this briefing.
"Million Ling's level?" After the defense/minister connected to the phone, he took a deep breath: "This..."
"Chief, this, this should be the legendary Yuan Ying real person! There are four spiritual auras from overseas heading towards the place where Xu Zhenren is! I am afraid it will arrive in an hour at most!"
The faces of the chairman and the prime minister did not panic. They knew better than anyone else about the real Yuan Ying who had never seen it before. They have even seen these living fossils of history.
"Comrade Gao, please give instructions."
Chairman Gao pondered for a moment: "There is no need to stop, and there is no way to stop."
"Chairman, this is to allow them to enter our country's borders. This is a provocation to our country." A hawkish minister looked as usual, but said nothing: "If these people are allowed to enter the border arbitrarily, China will act as a spiritual practitioner. Where does the majesty of a great country exist?"
"Lao Ma, who said they could come in?" The prime minister took a sip of tea without hesitation, his eyes sharp: "Do you think that a country without Nascent Infant can still be called a great nation of cultivation?"
As if to confirm his words, in the next second, all the crazy sirens in the Ministry of National Defense increased the decibel again!
This time, it wasn't a room anymore, but the whole passage rang like a fire alarm.
"What's the matter?" "Which department is the problem?" "Air defense alert? Red alert?"
However, they were not surprised for long.
In everyone's office, on the screen, in the three directions of Chengdu, Imperial Capital, and Luoyang, the same three terrifying auras spread.
A Buddha light, a Yin-Yang gossip, a bamboo leaf.
The same thing... The three numbers climbed up quickly. Six and five hundred thousand spirits, six hundred and seven hundred thousand spirits, seven and three hundred thousand spirits!
A few seconds later, a scientific researcher standing in front of the screen slid his hand, and the teacup in his hand fell to the ground with a snap, without noticing it.
After a long time, he trembled: "God..."
"This...is the **** descending..."
"Boom..." On the border of China, four auras rushed from different directions, bringing up four tens of thousands of meters of red, brown, white, and blue in the sky, like an aurora.
An old man is walking his dog in Urumqi. Suddenly I felt a little itchy on my head, and when I reached out my hand, there was some sand in my fingers.
"Sandstorm?" He shook his hand unhappily and raised his head, only to find that all the people around him looked up into the air and exclaimed. Even 90% of the people took out their mobile phones to take pictures frantically.
"What's the matter?" The old man looked up in amazement, and the next second, he took a breath, covered his mouth, and fell to the ground with a soft leg.
Just above his head, the sky was full of sand and dust, covering the sky. The vast sand and dust seemed to have moved the desert, and the terrifying range of 30,000 to 40,000 meters made the place he passed into a **** of sand. And these dust, condensed into a huge human face, rushing over Urumqi.
The long river of sand, the sky of sand.
"Papa..." The dog in his hand broke free of the sheath and barked into the sky.
It took several minutes for the tens of thousands of meters of desert to move across Urumqi. This ancient city seemed to be covered by a layer of yellow tulle.
Of course, just when the desert was about to cross Xinjiang Province, they suddenly stopped.
"Who." All the yellow sand was flying in the sky, and the range of tens of thousands of meters instantly condensed into an old figure. It is the White Samu of the Sand in the Holy City of Jerusalem.
No answer.
At the same time, Tibet Province, over the Potala Palace, the endless sea of flames swept to a sudden stop, and the flames filled the sky, the Phoenix of fire in suits and shoes also stopped. In front of him, an old man leaning on a stick, looked at him with a smile.
"Are you?" Phoenix gently shook the red wine glass in his hand and raised his eyebrows.
"Donor, please stay." The old monk folded his hands together like a stone Buddha: "The 382nd generation abbot of Huaxia Buddhism, Yuanjue is also."
"You want to stop me." Phoenix gently drank the wine in his hand, and the whole glass turned into a pillar of fire. He threw it away: "Are you sure you can stop it?"
The skinny old monk who seemed to fall as soon as the wind blows said with a smile: "Poor monk wants to try."
Phoenix smiled similarly, and then, the surrounding area turned into a sea of flames in an instant, and a fire phoenix with a radius of several thousand meters whizzed towards the old man!
At the same time, the old monk groaned, his figure soared for a thousand meters, standing upright like a giant, the Buddha wheel shining behind his head, and the whole person descending like an arhat. The golden light filled the whole body, grabbing towards the fire phoenix.
"Exercise! The law of heaven and earth!!" Phoenix exclaimed, resounding through the crimson clouds.
"Which fellow daoist is waiting for me here?" At the same time, Bai Samu spoke leisurely, looking around at ease.
"Hehe, what a wicked person is to file a complaint first. I didn't ask you to invade the border of China for no reason, but you actually asked the old man why he stopped you. Daoist friend is really shameful." Another voice floated from the clouds, and then, A figure, a ghost generally appeared three hundred meters in front of him.
"The realm of sand. I have long heard that the guards of Jerusalem are extremely powerful. I saw it today and it was truly extraordinary." Xu Fangyuan carried a mahogany sword on his back in the void, and the pressure on his body was no weaker than the opponent. Step by step, the lotus grows step by step, and the cyan lotus blooms slowly, annihilated, and beautifully.
"Withered Rong Realm?" Facing Xu Yangyi's unparalleled sand white Samu, his eyes became dignified and looked deeply at the Taoist priest in front of him: "Are you?"
"It doesn't matter who I am." Xu Fangyuan said lightly: "However, the person you are looking for is a descendant of the old man."
Bai Samu said calmly: "Since you are a junior of Yuan Ying, you should discipline him. Some things can be said, some things can't be said. Now that you have said, you have to take responsibility."
Xu Fangyuan slowly drew out his sword: "Hua Xia has a saying, telling you to shame your face."
Samou's face suddenly became gloomy.
"The old man let you go, if you don't go, you have to stay and give you face. You have to push your nose and face. Why can't you be an old man?"
"The descendants of the true monarch, are you able to move?" With a flick of the peach wood sword, countless branches and leaves sprang out from the dark sword body, and a three-foot green front appeared in his hand: "If you are in the imperial capital, it would be a big joke to be held and questioned by you real foreign monarchs."
"Come, come, let the old man come and try, the legendary white sand Samu, who is second only to the holy city Macbeth, is there a reputation for being invaluable."
"Death!" Bai Samu let out a cold snort~IndoMTL.com~ In the next second, tens of thousands of meters of yellow sand rose from the ground, forming a terrifying kingdom of sand.
On the other side, in the periphery of the Three Eastern Provinces, Saint Peter of Light, and a woman in an evening gown with pale hair and luxurious face, are standing on the periphery of China with an ugly face.
In front of them, a full 60,000 meters of Yin and Yang Tai Chi, rotating the sky, made them unable to get in at all.
"I have long heard that China is one of the four ancient countries of cultivation, but I did not expect to hide such a deep Taoist friend." The woman snorted coldly, "What is your name."
In Tai Chi, an old man's voice sounded: "President of the Huaxia Cultivation Court, Tian Zai."
St. Peter's eyes flickered, without saying anything, turning back thousands of meters.
"Two fellow Taoists, do you want to ask questions about our golden core?"
"No..." St. Peter's face was as ugly as a mouse, and he felt the pressure on the opposite side... It was the late Yuan Ying! This is how long an old monster has lived! Now that Yuan Ying is restricted by the world, can he reach his later cultivation level?
"We... just passed by."
Tian Zai's voice smiled: "That's a coincidence."
"Yes..." The woman also looked extremely ugly: "It's a coincidence."
"What are you doing here, everyone knows well." Tian Zai ignored her at all, and continued: "I advise you, my Chinese Golden Core, the old man and other people will not let me, who dares to move?"
His voice was not loud, and the last word fell, and the whole Tai Chi spun slowly, and an indescribable sense of life and death permeated it.
"The prototype of the realm of life and death..." The woman and St. Peter gritted their teeth and went back hundreds of meters again.
"What he said in China Huaxia was what we promised to Huaxia. What happens afterwards, we will naturally have a statement. Before we speak, you dare to rush to the door? Really there is no one in Huaxia!"