The reputation of the Holy Son of the Nine Emperors is true, but like the flowers growing in the flower shed, they have never experienced the impact of the storm.
No, the Holy Son of the Nine Emperors, who had never experienced the storm, was directly beaten to pieces, leaving only a trace of life left to survive.
Of course, the most important thing is the strength Lord Hao Bo is powerful enough to crush the Nine Emperors lineage.
The Holy Son from the Nine Emperors Cave was photographed high in the sky, and Qingyang Huan's eyes circled around him again. hold head high However, at this moment, a mighty dragon roar rang out from the sky and the earth, and wisps of purple energy rose up from the sky and the earth, like a dancing dragon, forming brilliant dragon scales on the sky.
Ang Ang Ang The roar of the dragon became more and more majestic, and pieces of dragon scales emerged in the purple air.
The dragon body, dragon belly, dragon claws, and dragon head.
In the breath, a heavenly dragon floated outside Buzhou Mountain.
The towering dragon head and the dragon horns separated into nine parts.
Each branch of the road is majestic and curved like a real dragon.
Humanity Tianlong The appearance of the Heavenly Dragon directly triggered an even wilder surge of purple energy between heaven and earth.
The dragon's horns pierced the chaos, and a large flow of chaotic air washed down and merged with the purple energy. hold head high At the moment when the stalwart will of humanity was at its strongest, the Heavenly Dragon looked up to the sky and tore apart the chaotic world with its claws, triggering a large amount of chaotic airflow to fall, causing time and space to be washed away and distorted.
The thick chaotic air flow was absorbed by Tianlong, and the vicissitudes and decay contained in the air flow were like the tumbling quagmire in a deep pool that had been deposited for hundreds of millions of years in the wilderness.
The mist rolled, and the falling chaotic airflow began to interweave, washing away the void.
Then a gray platform began to emerge from the void, and soon a magnificent battle platform appeared in the sky outside Buzhou Mountain.
At this moment, a strong sound of killing arose in the battle platform, and the time and space above the battle platform changed, opening the curtain of a conquest, pulling everyone's eyes into the distant past.
Amidst the clouds and mist, the sky and the earth are vast, and on the hazy horizon, a battle flag stands erect.
The curtain is black, the flagpole is like a sky pillar, and under the banner is a group of warriors all wearing black armor, stretching for thousands of miles, coming from the depths of the earth, heading towards a large crack in time and space that opens in the sky.
Blood and bones flew in the great rift in time and space, and the crimson blood filled the sky.
The black-armored soldiers moved forward against the blood without taking a step back.
On the horizon, the big crack is like a bloody mouth of ancient evil, swallowing up all living things.
Even so, the warrior in black armor still stretches like a black dragon, heading towards the bloody mouth.
Lieshan clan The flaming unicorn floating on the towering battle flag was so dazzling, telling everyone that it belonged to the ancestors of Lieshan clan.
In the further direction, there is a totem of a flame giant running wildly between the sky and the earth, rolling up a sea of fire wherever it passes. , Zhu Rongshi Gonggongshi.
War flags towered high between heaven and earth, facing the endless battlefield of Lei Yin at the end of heaven and earth.
Time and space changed.
In a vast expanse of wasteland, the sound of killing shook the sky.
War flags did not fall down in the charge.
Blood and bones flew together.
Countless weapon fragments mixed with blood and bones flew across the earth and in the void. .
In the vast battlefield, the Longgong clan's arrows penetrated the sky, arrows shot down into the sun, golden crows shed blood, and the flags of the Hai clan's sea dragon warships roared, like divine plows across the battlefield, cutting bloody chasms.
Every chasm.
Waves of blood rolled in the middle, and corpses lay everywhere.
Fuyu's meteor flowers rained down on the sky and the earth, and every crystal clear petal was most rendered by the blazing battle blood.
In the center of the ancient battlefield, a black and yellow figure stood like a pillar of heaven.
One hundred and eight war drums beat in unison, causing hundreds of millions of human soldiers to fight.
The clan flags representing the nobles of the human race were guided by the sound of war drums.
Come down and charge back and forth Ancient battlefield, extraterrestrial starry sky Medieval battlefield, fighting in the wilderness One hundred and eight war drums roared, and after one hundred and eight long epochs, it still made the kings at Buzhou Mountain feel the same.
Spears, giant axes, sky guns, and war swords collided.
The human warriors clenched their fists and charged forward.
With every breath, countless human beings were beaten into pieces.
The blood and bones fell into the earth and mixed with the soil, making it difficult to distinguish them clearly. .
On the battlefield where the chaotic airflow caused by the Luck Heavenly Dragon condensed, two battles that were crucial to the reproduction of the human race were revealed.
These two battles determined the inheritance of the human race in an era.
"Yuan Huang" "Kui Drum" At this moment, even the kings of the older generation, who had been silent for a long time, were attracted by the blood-colored sky in front of them.
They had not felt this burning feeling of blood for many years. wrong It seems that he has never felt this kind of burning heat coming from the depths of his blood.
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It has been too long.
One hundred and eight epochs have been enough to erase too many things.
In such a long time, the human race has not experienced a major conquest, and many things have disappeared in the blood inheritance from generation to generation.
The ancient battle established the glory of the medieval era for the human race.
The ancient war allowed the human race to gain a foothold in the wild world of mountains and seas after suffering a catastrophe.
The ancient times are so long ago that we won’t discuss them here.
Even at the beginning of modern times, it has already been one hundred and eight epochs, and it has become an immortal legend for every warrior here.
Qingyang Huan stood very close to the battle platform transformed by the purple energy of human nature.
He felt the resonance from his blood, and his eyes were full of pictures of charging. hold head high The roar of the dragon rose again, awakening many powerful human beings who had fallen into sluggishness one by one.
Only then did they realize that a magnificent battle platform was already suspended in the sky at the foot of Buzhou Mountain.
The battle platform was created with human purple energy plus chaotic airflow.
The constantly rolling purple energy evolved into a scene of conquests in ancient times, making everyone trapped in it and unable to extricate themselves.
The appearance of the battle platform made everyone tremble, whether it was Qingyang Huan, the many ancient clans below, or the powerful men of the Dongtian Ancient Kingdom.
The burning heat and blazing energy engraved in the depths of the blood seemed to be all stimulated in this short period of time.
At this moment, in the spiritual world of many strong men, a ray of purple light transformed into a dragon shadow and formed a cage.
Compared to other powerful people, Qingyang Huan understood more clearly that the so-called cage was the silent shackles of war blood.
The human race had not had any major conquests for a long time, and the comfort naturally caused the war blood to cool down.
Mi Yue's appearance was an introduction.
She became his master and directly ignited this introduction, forcing him to fight against these ancient clan strongmen in front of him.
In fact, even if there is no human luck behind her, Mi Yue will make the master face these people when she enters the sect.
To put it bluntly, Mi Yue is like an unparalleled treasure, which has attracted all parties to fight for it, but now the fate of humanity has infinitely amplified this contradiction, in order to teach these ancient tribes a harsh lesson. hold head high The sky dragon roared, the sound reaching deep into the soul, as if etched in the eternity of time, it suddenly penetrated the soul of life.
The next moment, the purple air battle platform was completely solidified, with dragon feet as the pillars at the four corners.
Each dragon claw derived a ray of divine light.
In each ray of divine light, a magnificent ancient world opened up, interpreting the ancient world inscribed in the years. conquest in.
The Tianlong has four legs and nine claws, which add up to a total of thirty-six space-times.
In each space-time, there are countless majestic voices rushing to kill, the flags are fierce, the blood and bones are overwhelming, rendering the blue sky.
Between heaven and earth, a breath of vicissitudes, majesty, simplicity and even shocking people swept across.
Entering the game call When the battle platform rose, Qingyang Huan exhaled softly, and the arrow was on the string and had to be fired.
He took one step forward and landed directly on the fighting platform.
Similarly, all the warriors below also felt the suppression of the will of the human race and understood that they had to go up to the fighting platform.
"The people chosen by Heaven have entered my master's sect, and you are all gathered at Buzhou Mountain.
Are you trying to force the Emperor of the Palace?"
The voice sounded, not very high-pitched, filled with a steady and restrained aura, which spread to all directions.
"presumptuous" There was a faint sound of water floating in the loud shout, like the Nine Netherworld River washing away time and space, or like the huge ocean waves rolling into the sky.
Arctic Heavy Water Cave The one who spoke was an old man with a gloomy face, wearing a wide robe, with great rivers engraved on it.
Each of them was like a real river, rolling and flowing, intersecting criss-cross, and evolving the world in the water.
In the Dragon Palace, a young warrior's eyes reflected the sun and the moon, and his eyes continuously swept between heaven and earth.
"Is the human race going to punish you?"
Dongfang Changgong's father and son sit cross-legged on the head of the great ape.
In Changgong's eyes, two big suns are flowing, rising and setting.
"Um."
Chang Gong Xingchen looked stunned and was about to speak, but saw Chang Gong Ri beside him shaking his head slightly.
"Father."
"Do you understand?"
The voice of Longbow Sun sounded in the spiritual world of Longbow Star.
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Looking at Changgong Xingchen and nodding, Changgong Ri nodded slightly, suppressing the waves in his heart.
The Changgong clan now only consists of father and son.
In fact, the Changgong clan has been a single bloodline since very early on.
The Longgong clan, which once participated in the creation of the original will of the human race, has withered to the point where it can no longer wither.
"I understand.
Let's go up and fight.
Regardless of victory or defeat, we must never forget our original intention."
"Remember" "The Human Emperor Condemned" In the vast ocean of flames in the south, in the totem of the God of Fire, Zhu Rong, there is a young-looking man, with vicissitudes of time flowing between his brows.
One of his eyes has evolved into the Golden Sun and the Golden Crow, and the other has evolved into the Flame Suzaku.
Arriving at the Purple Qi Battle Stage.
"The great will is elusive."
The appearance of the Purple Qi Battle Platform gave rise to a sense of crisis in the hearts of many powerful men from the Ancient Clan and the Ancient Cave Heaven Kingdom.
In their situation, things that could still make them feel a sense of crisis were definitely a matter of life and death.
"What crime have I committed?
The will of the ethnic group is to attack me, and if I let a junior take action, what does the Human Emperor mean?"
"Neither can you" Qingyang Huan recognized the totem of the Arctic Heavy Water Cave, a Nine Netherworld Python, but his eyes fell on the crystal palace above the head of the huge blue Kun.
There are rumors in the Shanhai Continent that the genius of Arctic Heidegger is the real master of the Arctic Sky.
The major caves in the Arctic Sky are all respected by Arctic Heidegger.
Now that the old guy from Chongshuidongtian jumped out, he had no intention of testing.
"Today, luck is the battlefield.
Qingyang is not talented.
I am here to teach you a lesson on behalf of the emperor.
These descendants who have betrayed the glory of their ancestors, please come up and let me give you a beating
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