Reverend Insanity: verse 419: the heavens shake the five realms

Nakasu, heaven.

The palaces with white marble texture are soaring, and the silver-white sky is always bright and magnificent.

In the palace community, there is a dark hall, which stands out.

On the plaque in front of the palace, there are three large characters in the town hall!

The breath overflowing from the palace itself highlights the extraordinaryness of this palace. There is no doubt that this is an eight-turn fairy house!

In the center of the town hall, there are five huge pillars.

Crimson court columns are connected in series by purple gold chains, forming a giant net.

And in the center of this giant web, there is a group of remnants.

It is the ghost itself!

The Ziwei fairy stands facelessly on the edge of the five giant pillars: "Ghost Demon Lord, you were a nine-turn goddess during your lifetime. The bitter fruit of brewing. Do you know what's wrong? "

Her voice is very clear, echoing in the grand palace.

Considering that group of remnants, it was always silent and silent.

The Ziwei fairy once again said: "In the past, you slaughtered the world, harmed the world, satisfied your selfish desires, and created your personal glory. Now that you have become a prisoner of the ranks, you have not regretted the renewal, seriously repented, and strived for the welfare of the world, Atonement for myself? "

The remnant soul is silent.

The Lagerstroemia sighed, sighing, spurring the fairy hall of the Fairy House.

Suddenly, the maggot's breath surging, like a tide rolling. The five giant pillars emit red light and heat, like lava cast.

The huge net woven by countless purple gold chains also radiates a splendid brilliance and is fascinating.

The ghost itself began to tremble, and over time, he trembled more and more.

When the magnitude of the trembling reaches a certain level, a lot of information is searched out, and it is transmitted to the soul hall along countless purple gold chains.

So, on the surface of the giant pillar, a scene of images emerges, like a human skin painting, performing some scenes of the ghost's life.

There are scenes of his practice, the heroic posture of his fight, the dialogue with people, and all kinds of things.

The whole process of searching for souls lasted for a while, and then stopped slowly.

The Lagerstroemia indica is dissatisfied. The scraped information is superficial, and too little is really valuable.

The next moment, she stared at her eyes, sneering out: "Wraith, why have you been defeated since ancient times, why are you? You have no hope, and you still expect anyone to break into heaven and save you. Come out? Hehe. What can you do if you are so stubborn and stubborn? Your ending is fixed and cannot be changed. "

The ghost is still silent, like a stubborn iron, a stone.

The Lagerstroemia hummed coldly and turned away.

Boom!

With a loud noise, the gate of the Soul Hall closed behind her.

Looking at the empty heaven, the palaces silently, Ziwei fairy frowned slightly.

The bad feeling in her heart has grown stronger these days.

Feng Jiuge never waited for Fang Yuan and others to appear.

Not only that, but there has been no news of someone breaking into the tributaries of time in the Ximo intelligence collected by Heaven.

Everything is calm.

But the Lagerstroemia indica is feeling wrong from this calmness.

"It's a pity that the ghost has reached such a point, and it is still stubbornly resisting! The searched information will not help me to calculate the whereabouts of Fang Yuan and his party.

"In the end, it is the former nine-turned lord, the peak legend of soul. Even if it is a ray of residual soul, it can resist the search of the town soul hall. Really! It is only a translocation, I only have left The next strand of remnants, let alone the fairy house, is a six-turn fairy house, and there is no resistance at all. "

"It's nothing. Even if the ghost never cooperates, the town hall can still search for the soul, but progress is quite small. But over time, one day, after all, the information on the ghost will be emptied."

"As for now"

The crape myrtle looks up at the sky, the corners of her mouth are slightly raised, revealing a beautiful smile.

"It's time for my prestige in heaven to be preached throughout the world."

A few months after the end of the Dream War, the heavens that are gradually quieting down suddenly burst out a shocking news!

The former ghost demon statue, now the remnant soul itself, has been captured by heaven, and the conspiracy against heaven has been destroyed by the heaven court.

As soon as this news came out, it immediately caused an uproar in the whole fairyland.

The countless magpies are shocked.

The Ninth Turn of the Lord covers an era and is invincible.

Unexpectedly, Tianting actually captured and captured a nine-turned lord. And among all His Holiness, the most devastating and slaughtering ghost ghost!

Although this is just a remnant, it's shocking enough.

Of course, there are also voices questioning the truth of the news, but it soon disappears.

Tianting has naturally made full preparations, listed all kinds of evidence, announced the Zombie Alliance, the Shadow Sect, and the previous Battle of Yitianshan and Dreamland.

The iron evidence is convincing.

For a while, the whole world focused their attention on Zhongzhou Tianting.

The past glory of Tianting has been turned out by countless magpies.

It is the first force in the fairyland, from the beginning to the end, it is the strongest!

It was first created by Yuanzun Xianzun, and has survived through generations.

Even if the three demon lords have attacked the heaven, they are left alone in the end.

It is mysterious, it is powerful, it is high above it, it is unfathomable!

It is heaven! !!

Beiyuan, longevity.

Nanhuang Xianren is lying on the sickbed, with the last anger remaining on the old face.

"Oh, I can't think of a dreadful ghost and demon, and I don't guarantee it at the end of the day after death, but it was planted in the hands of heaven." Nanxian Xianren deeply sighed.

Before the sick bed, Yaohuang comforted softly: "Master Nanhuang, you still have to close your eyes and rest your soul, take a rest for a while."

Nanhuang Xianren chuckled with a smile: "I have a long life and only a few days left. It doesn't matter. Sanqiu, remember what I told you, after I die, you will take over as Nanhuang. "

"Yes, sir."

There is a layer of anxiety on the face of the Xianhuang Xianren: "The times have changed, and the entire Five Realms has reached an unprecedented stage. I have felt the turbulent wave of the times, which is not an unusual wave, surpassing the previous era of the Lord, It is an unprecedented tsunami. Even if I am a long-lived sky, if I am going wrong, it will be destroyed in the tsunami of this era. The heaven is so powerful, it must be our biggest enemy, you must be careful. "

"Sir, your juniors must keep in mind."

Southern Xinjiang, the dead king taro sky.

This is a very special mountain. In ancient times, an eight-turn maggot immortal in southern Xinjiang turned into an immortal siege, where he was besieged by superpowers and eventually died. For a long time, Ba Zhuanxian's dead body was nourished by the majestic spirit of the riverside, and the river water washes the shore aquatic plants, gradually taking root and sprouting, and eventually growing into a corpse mountain.

The corpse king trumpet is as high as hundreds of feet, and it is close to the heart vortex of the Red Yellow River. It is full of vitality and huge resource output. It is also a strategic place.

At this moment, Wu Yong is standing on the peak of the dead Emperor Taro, looking out at the confluence of the red and yellow rivers, which are turning in a grand way.

Behind him stands Wuxian Wuxian Wuzhen.

Wu Zhen looked at Wu Yong's back and did not conceal his reverence.

This corpse emperor was originally a Wu family thing, but was taken away by the Yao family not long ago. After the dream war, Wu Yong brought Yuqing Difeng Xiaozhulou to show his superpower and deter the right people in southern Xinjiang. Moreover, in the subsequent negotiations, he successfully recovered from the heaven court the immortal lost in the former South Xinjiang Zhengdao, and Wu Yong scattered most of it to the Zhengdao family.

As a result, Wu Yong was so prestigious that although the Wu family suffered heavy losses, it swept away the previous slump and settled on the throne in South Xinjiang.

With a big stick and a candy, Wu Yong is not at a disadvantage. In the following days, he successfully conquered the lost ground and let many righteous forces retreat.

Now, among the martial arts, some people have compared martial arts with martial arts. The morale of martial arts is very high. It is determined that martial arts wiseness will surely lead the martial arts to continue its glory!

"Wuzhen, this dead Emperor Taro is a strategic place. Up and down the Wu family, only if you are the most reassuring to me, I will give it here to you." Wu Yong looked back, looking up. A vortex in the distance, said.

"Yes, you must be up to the elders of the Supreme Master." Wu Zhen's tone trembled.

"Master" he paused and continued, "The corpse emperor is the last piece of land lost by my Wu family. Next, shall we counterattack?"

Wu Yong frowned.

The counterattack plan, he has been secretly planning.

But after receiving the information that Tianting captured the ghost, Wu Yong decided to give up.

"The martial arts up and down this time have damaged a lot of family magpies. Since the lost land has been recovered and the territory is vast, the original manpower was very reluctant, and it is even more inadequate. The next step is to rest and cultivate the martial arts offspring and achieve success.蛊 仙 位。 "

"Yes, the elder is too good to see you, remember it next." Wu Zhen said respectfully.

Wu Yong is now very prestigious, and his decision will be supported by the Wu Jiaxian.

"However, things that have offended my martial arts before can't be counted like this. Although the territory will not be expanded, compensation resources must be available." Wu Yong continued, a hint of warfare hidden in his voice.

Wu Zhen's expression immediately invigorated: "Too great elder!"

Xi Mo, the Tang base camp.

"Heavenly majestic, it's shocking." Mrs. Tang's second elder was worried.

Mr. Tang's elder elder brother gave him a slight glance, knowing why the other party came.

Before cooperating with Fang Yuan and others, the elder Tai Shang was opposed. As soon as the news that the ghost was captured today was released in court, the Tang Jiaxian were under tremendous pressure.

"Will our cooperation with Fang Yuan and others be held accountable by Heaven?" The elder Taishang sighed.

"How about being accountable? What about not being accountable?" Elder Tai Shang smiled.

The elder Taishang frowned, and kept paced: "If you don't take responsibility, then of course everyone is happy. We can continue to cooperate with Yingzong. But if we take responsibility, our Tang family will be a part of the Western Desert and the Immortal Realm. Super forces can join other families to fight against the heaven. Of course, we must strictly keep secrets and not let out a trace of evidence. Otherwise, the heaven will occupy the righteousness and force me to wait, my family will not be able to borrow reinforcements. "

"Also, it really doesn't work, you just have to abandon the car and keep the coach, and abandon Tang Fangming and Tang Lanke."

The elder Tai Shang laughed, "Haha, look, you already know the response, what are you panic about?"

"Uh."

The elder Tai Shang converged with a smile, and said in a straightforward way: "If my Tang family is to rise, we must be so risky. Wealth and wealth are in danger, and the dream of Pirate Devil is ah. If we do n’t grasp it, we are worthy of this fairy Fate? As for Tang Fangming and Tang Lanke, they have long been conscious. Sacrifice for the family is also the best destination for you and me. "

The second elder sighed, "See you, elder elder!" To be continued ^

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