"Almost."
Because he has been fighting in this city for a long time, from the beginning, he felt that this city was no longer as good as it was ten years before the founding of Yun Qin, and now he has seen too many cultivators, at this moment Ni Henian is extremely tired, and his voice seems a little empty.
However, listening to his words, Wen Xuanshu's heart suddenly became cold, he didn't know what would happen next, but he always felt that what was going to happen was very terrifying.
The Great Elder of Purgatory Mountain is dead.
Although Ni Henian is an invincible saint master in this city, he is not a real immortal after all, and he can no longer fight.
The defenders of the city gate rebelled.
Di Chou Fei rebelled.
Leng Zhennan rebelled.
Those who should have rebelled have rebelled, and those who should not have rebelled have rebelled.
However, he only took advantage of the momentum of these people to do such a thing, and everything was still under his control at this time, and he still maintained his victory.
Then in this city, what else could prevent him from destroying the Changsun Clan and ascending this True Dragon Mountain He looked up at True Dragon Mountain.
If at this time, there could be anything terrible that could stop him, it must only come from True Dragon Mountain.
In the deep dark temples of True Dragon Mountain, which he couldn't see, heavy curtains suddenly fluttered, and countless filaments of light flowed down like flowing water on these thick curtains.
The palace suddenly became silent after a fierce battle.
Not because of the sight that people in this world can't see at all, but because of a bright yellow figure, from the foot of Zhenlong Mountain, along the central axis of the palace, slowly walking.
All the Thunder Academy cultivators and Zhongzhou Wei who saw this figure all unconsciously retreated from each other and began to put down the blades in their hands.
Not just because of the supreme majesty that emanated from this man at this time, but also because this man was the one who could thoroughly understand the turmoil and the killing.
The person who can achieve such an effect at this time can naturally only be Emperor Yunqin.
Wen Xuanshu's tightly knit brows relaxed.
Looking at Emperor Yun Qin who was slowly walking on the straight avenue of the central axis of the imperial city, he knew that no matter what happened next, this was already the final decisive battle, and he liked the feeling of this decisive battle.
He turned his head and glanced at the white-shirted scribe.
The white-shirted scribe looked at him, nodded, and took out a purple-red stone pillar from his sleeve, which did not have any runes on it, but had countless tiny holes.
A trace of soul power came from the hands of the white-shirted scribe into the stone pillar that was more than a foot long.
A small purple-red worm that looked like a mosquito but was not a mosquito flew out of the hole in the stone pillar in his hand.
There are so many of these purple-red sè insects that from a distance, this stone pillar seems to be emitting small lines of purple-red sè smoke for a while.
These little insects happily smelled the smell of countless fresh blood.
So they became greedy, fell into the pools of blood, began to suck blood, copulate, and expel countless smaller white eggs, and then died.
The eggs hatch and become more purple-red worms, and then more purple-red worms begin to repeat the process.
Feeding, mating, laying eggs, and reproducing offspring are in themselves the most common ways of life and reproduction in heaven and earth, but all this is too fast.
It's so fast that it feels extremely scary and creepy.
This process completes a cycle in just two or three breaths.
It's as if before you blink, it's still dawn, but after the blink, you find that it's already night.
A tiny trace of purple-red sè smoke soon turned into columns of smoke, turning into a puff of purple-red sè mist.
Although Wen Xuanshu and the white-clothed scribe have not made any further moves at this moment, this kind of small insect has never appeared in a certain battle, and it has not even appeared in the cultivator's classics, except for Wen Xuanshu and this white-clothed scribe, no one knows what this small insect is used for and what is powerful, but all the cultivators of the Zhongzhou Army and the Thunder Academy feel very shocked and terrifying.
They knew that this must be Wen Xuanshu's most powerful means, the strongest means used in the decisive battle.
Emperor Yun Qin was still walking slowly on the central axis avenue of the imperial city, which was large enough to line up with nine black and gold carriages.
He passed through the ruined Jinluan Hall and stood in front of the Jinluan Palace.
He also saw that these little worms were like condensing the birth, old age, sickness and death of time, but in his eyes, there was only domineering, powerful, self-confidence, majesty, fanaticism, and even longing without a trace of fear.
These fanatical emotions related to power made his whole somewhat shapely face and eyes glow with blazing brilliance.
At this time, facing the emperor in charge of this Yun Qin, Wen Xuanshu wanted to say something.
And in the face of Wen Xuanshu, who dared to challenge him, or for those other enemies who did not appear in this imperial city, Emperor Yunqin also wanted to say something.
As a result, Emperor Yunqin waved his hand at Ni Henian first, signaling Ni Henian to leave.
The tired Ni Henian drifted away and disappeared between the ruined temples.
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So Wen Xuanshu spoke first, and he sneered and said: "This throne was given to you by Heaven and Yun Qin, but you thought it was your own. ” "You're wrong."
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Emperor Yun Qin didn't get angry, but looked at Wen Xuanshu with a lot of fiery emotions related to power, "I have never been an ordinary person, just an ant like you, I don't know. ” Wen Xuanshu's eyes narrowed slightly.
But before he could speak, Emperor Yunqin had already said proudly: "Qingluan Academy has been teaching people to be in awe, and today I will borrow you to worship the heavens, so that the world will know what true awe is." ” "This is the real Yunqin Autumn Festival."
He said slowly and majestically and majestically.
His body began to glow.
Begin to shine a real light.
Countless golden laces poured out from his body and skin.
All of them had stopped breathing.
Wen Xuanshu and the white-shirted scribe's breathing had also stopped.
Even squinting his eyes, walking quietly in the imperial city, thinking about the previous battles, Ni Henian, who had realized something, completely stopped breathing.
Ni Henian's eyes are getting worse and worse, and he can only see things like five feet in front of him clearly.
However, at this moment, he still raised his head vigorously and looked in the direction of True Dragon Mountain.
The Emperor's body was glowing with thunder.
The True Dragon Mountain also began to glow.
In the dark halls, the heavy curtains have been illuminated by the light inside as if they were burning, and this heavy curtain seems to have become a flowing light curtain.
The mysterious runes on the metal floor of these halls in the True Dragon Mountain also began to shine, like a golden solution, flowing inside.
The metal disk in the curtain began to rise.
It turns out that this is not a giant disk embedded in the ground, but a metal giant pillar.
The sky on the top of the True Dragon Mountain was only a golden sè color.
It was as if a huge passage had opened in the sky, and countless golden rays of light fell, enveloping the entire True Dragon Mountain.
All the people in Zhongzhou City saw such a scene.
All those who had dared to close the door of their house began to open the door and went out into the street.
All the city gate guards, the Zhongzhou army and the patrol army in Zhongzhou City, forgot the order in their hands, and they all stopped, looking at such a scene in shock.
The entire True Dragon Mountain is glowing, bathed in golden light.
The light on the True Dragon Mountain formed a huge pillar of light that soared into the sky, and it looked like a passage had opened in the sky, and there was a real god to descend in such a divine light.
Endless fear occupies the hearts of the betrayed army.
Could it be that there really is a dragon on this real dragon mountain, just like the legend Wen Xuanshu was also shocked to watch the True Dragon Mountain turn into an unimaginable pillar of golden light.
The white-shirted scribe, who had always been the calmest, felt frightened, and he blew a bamboo flute in his hand.
The flute whimpered, and the purple-red mist formed hurricanes, and with his mind, they rushed towards the Yunqin Emperor who was covered in thunder.
There was a loud bang A thunderclap rang out from above It shook the hearts of all the people in Zhongzhou City No one saw the gods descend, no one saw the legendary true dragon.
Only a golden lightning bolt fell from high in the sky and landed in front of the emperor, blasting dozens of corpses into the air, shaking all the mud and blood in those cracks on the avenue, turning into a blooming blood mist.
Emperor Yun Qin looked up at the sky.
Millions of people in the city of Zhongzhou looked up at the sky.
The sky above the Imperial Palace, countless white clouds became bright, turning into golden thunderclouds.
The edge of the thundercloud began to flow with golden lightning, and even the center of the white clouds began to spit out strips of golden thunder.
Ni Henian couldn't see all this clearly.
He just felt a terrifying fluctuation in his vitality.
It's like the sky above the Imperial City, where countless Holy Masters have gathered.
One is followed by an infinite number of them.
Countless golden bolts of lightning, like rain, fell.
Wen Xuanshu and all the Yun Qin rebels beside him and behind him, all the powerful cultivators, were all cold, and then they began to tremble, like snowmen, constantly shaking off the snowflakes on their bodies.
In the thunder light, Emperor Yunqin glanced at Wen Xuanshu indifferently, and then he began to move forward, walking along the rebel army in front of him.
There was even some gratitude in his eyes.
Wen Xuanshu understood what he meant, and his mind went blank.
Countless cries, begs for mercy, and screams of fear rang out.
One after another, the pillars of lightning slammed into the world of Emperor Yunqin and the rebels on the central axis, like countless divine whips of heavenly punishment, whipping corpses into pieces, and whipping a person screaming in fear into pieces.
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Hurricanes of purple and red sè were whipped into ashes by countless bolts of lightning.
Emperor Yun Qin walked in the countless pillars of thunder light, and walking in this torrential rain of lightning, the white-shirted scribe saw that the golden pillar of lightning that fell on Emperor Yun Qin was just like a huge rain, flowing down his body.
A thick bolt of lightning fell on the white-shirted scribe.
His body flew out and cracked
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