Beastmaster of the Ages Chapter 1862: Double coffin
"Hmm."
When Weisheng Mo Ran saw him come to his side, he whispered softly: "I thought about it carefully. The news of the death of the fairy king of Wumeng will be sent back to the country of Wumeng, which may cause turmoil there. Now everyone Speaking of the emperor he has taken refuge in, I am afraid that the remaining Wumengxian tribe believes it is true. If there are a few rebels at this time, it will be easy to lead them to be swept into their heads by hatred, to help the evildoers and help attack the Wanlong Mountain.
The Dreamless Immortal Country and Xuanyuan Dragon Sect are adjacent to each other. Now there is no leader in the group of dragons over there. If they are bewitched by others, this kind of thing will indeed happen, which will make Wanlong Shenshan worse.
"Then what do you think?"
Li Tianming asked seriously.
"I think...Anyway, the Wumeng fairy tribes don’t know the truth, and all the fantasy gods are gone, plus I now have a lot of phantom gods, and I have some ability to suppress nothing. Those powerhouses in Dream Kingdom, and my identity on the face is not bad...Combining these, can you see if Xiaoyu can go directly back to Dream City to try and control the overall situation of Dreamless Kingdom?"
The more she talked, the more nervous she became, screaming and looking at Li Tianming.
Now a group of dragons without a head, the dreamless fairy clan is indeed a trouble.
They were the number one in the sky list, they were very strong, and they were also very close to the Ten Thousand Dragons Sacred Mountain.
"Can you do it?"
Li Tianming asked in doubt.
In his impression, this girl is not strong.
Although her phantom **** is indeed very strong, to be honest, it takes a strong personality and a clever mind to conquer the heroes and unify the sect.
"I can!"
Her eyes became intense. Under her hesitant and cowardly appearance, there seemed to be a stronger spirit bursting out, allowing Li Tianming to see her strength against the Dreamless Fairy at the time.
"Then I will give you one day, and within one day you have to come back here, because your fifty phantom gods are large enough and more effective on the battlefield. I need your help." Li Tianming said.
"Good!"
His earnest and strong eyes also aroused Weisheng Moran's inner strength and made her feel surging.
"Do you have the ability to let the Wumengxian army come out and help Wanlong Shenshan?"
Li Tianming smiled slightly.
"I, I... Xiaoyu tried my best!" she said nervously.
"You are great, it's up to you."
Li Tianming reached out and squeezed her fragrant shoulder and squeezed it fiercely. Unexpectedly, the girl was so blushing so easily, he could only loosen it quickly and said: "Time is pressing, I will use the Kowloon Emperor to bury you. Dream City, you will see yourself behind."
"Hmm!"
She nodded strenuously.
Actually, she still remembers the woman sleeping in the cave.
If she has time, she will definitely want her to settle down.
Li Tianming did what he said, and he directly summoned the Nine Dragon Emperor's burial and parked the behemoth beside the Great Sage Dragon Peak.
"Sisters, get in the car...ah no, get on the boat."
Li Tianming took the lead.
Huhuhu!
A large group of Yingying and Yanyan followed him in.
Om!
The burial of the Kowloon emperor directly skyrocketed.
With the speed of the emperor's burial, the back and forth are very short.
Even so, after Li Tianming sent them there, he returned directly.
After all, if he followed Weisheng Moyan, it might have a counterproductive effect, causing the Wumengxian tribe to have a rebellious psychology.
Boom boom boom!
After sending them away, the Jiulong Emperor's funeral was completely empty.
Li Tianming looked at the soft "bamboo tube barrier" in front of him, and couldn't help sighing.
"He's meow, if only you can get masculine."
He looked to the south, that was the direction of the Wutian Fire Pillar, and it was the only place where Li Tianming got the energy of the Emperor's Burial!
"Get up masculine?! Do you want to fight one against fifty?"
Yinghuo was still in a daze just now, when he heard the word ‘gang’, he immediately became energetic and talked about it.
"Can you not do this?" Li Tianming said.
"I don't know who made it. Anyway, Xianxian has carved the trunk all over."
Yinghuo rolled his eyes and said cheerfully.
"...!"
The war is coming, even these companion beasts can only relieve Li Tianming a little.
"The emperor is here for real this time, our family, absolutely must survive and win!"
Li Tianming took a deep breath.
He knows!
At the military level, the Wanzong Allied Forces are already at their limit.
The number of people is right here. It's totally unpredictable what the fight will be like.
At the top level, Li Tianming has two hole cards.
One is the Weisheng Moyan with fifty phantom gods, and the other is Ye Lingfeng.
Ye Lingfeng is still not sure where his limit is, but Weisheng Moran can help Li Tianming in this battle.
Include dealing with the emperor.
However--
To be really tough with the Sun Emperor, Li Tianming still felt tremendous pressure.
……
Buzzing!
In the extreme north of the sun, where the stellar source erupts, a huge golden human head suppresses it.
The stellar source storm ejected by the solar nucleus washed over the golden head, causing the tens of thousands of dragon-shaped hair to fly wildly!
The eyes of the golden human head are already blazing to the extreme at this time, and the golden divine light bursting out can penetrate thousands of miles, making the sky of the orderly heavenly clan two more golden light beams.
Even if there are three or four billion troops attacking, today's Order Celestial Clan still has a large number of top cultivators, and the number of guarding barriers far exceeds 10,000.
Every cultivator gathering place is basically a copper wall and iron wall, which also cuts off the idea of ordering the base camp of the heavens by thousands of people to resolve the crisis through sneak attacks.
For a few days of silence, the Sun Temple has already stored enough miniature star sources, and the power it carries is close to full.
However, the 300 million troops who joined forces in the south were ordered by the emperor to kill them towards the Ten Thousand Dragons Sacred Mountain. The Sun Shrine at the North Pole of the Sun did not intend to take off yet.
However, the Sun Temple is fast. Even if it leaves after a few hours, it will still be able to reach the battlefield before the Order of the Celestial Army reaches the Ten Thousand Dragons Mountain.
At this time, inside the shrine~IndoMTL.com~ there are golden fires everywhere, and various totems of consciousness are carved on the columns and walls. The gods, ghosts and snakes of all sides are vivid, and under the brilliance of the flames, they look even more hideous.
At the core of the shrine, there was even more raging fire, and turbulent storms swept through the corridors of the shrine, carrying the fire everywhere, the sound of violent wind and fire sounded like the roar of a giant beast.
In a closed hall mixed with gold and red flames.
A burly man burning with golden flames, lowered his head, put his hands on the two coffins on the left and right.
On his left side, is a crystal coffin. The ice crystal exudes bursts of cold air, which is incompatible with the burning environment around him.
The coffin on his right is huge and heavier. This is a coffin of gold and red mixed with some weird reliefs on it. The overall texture is very historical and heavy, and in the relief, Some complicated **** patterns can be vaguely seen.
The left and right hands of the emperor are placed on these two coffins with completely different styles.
His burning golden eyes moved to the "Crystal Coffin" on the left.