Chapter 999 The Three Great Era Young Masters and All Regions of Heaven and Earth
“Whoosh——”
The Mohist flying wing carriage flew quickly through the sky, leaving ripples in the air along the way.
Jiang Nuying turned sideways and looked at the lush mountains and clear rivers below, as well as the usual crowds of pedestrians and cars and horses on the official road, her beautiful little face full of It is a complex color.
At first, she was guarding the small formation in the west. After the formation was broken, she had no choice but to retreat. When the large formation in the west was also broken, she continued to retreat with her ancestors. What she saw along the way were mountains and rivers shattered. Devastated everywhere, what a stark contrast to today's human hinterland?
I wonder how long the prosperity of this hinterland can be maintained?
How many heroes and saints are as persistent and righteous as my uncle, who risk their lives for the sake of humanity?
"Eighty thousand miles away there is ruins, but eighty thousand miles away there are still flowers blooming..."
Lin Hui and Hu Jiubei sighed at the same time.
The three of them are the ones who entered the Qiongxiao Imperial Capital this time to report the news.
Jiang Nuying calmed down a little now and thought about the matter carefully.
What is the purpose of reporting the news about my uncle to the elders of the human race?
Reinforcements?
Or just to tell the empress who already knows that her uncle is alive and dead? After all, the empress, as the first emperor of Donghua, is related to the rise and fall of the human race, and has the power to control the universe. Now she is being blessed by the ancestors of all forbidden places to practice, and is forcibly initiated, in order to quickly enter the country and reach a higher level! It's just that the empress is a woman after all. It's hard for her to have peace of mind when she is suffering from the death of her husband. Is this behavior intended to ease her mind?
Reinforcements are impossible!
The greatest possibility is to spread the word about my uncle's deeds to the world and inspire the human race!
The Empress must also be informed.
But who really cares about his uncle’s life or death?
Just when I thought of this, there was suddenly a loud noise in front of me.
Lin Hui said respectfully: "Miss Jiang, Emperor Qiongxiao has arrived!"
Jiang Nuying looked down and saw the imperial capital that stretched for thousands of miles. The pavilions and palaces were decorated with exquisite eaves and brackets. The streets and streets were indescribably prosperous and romantic. Not to mention the young man in brocade riding his horse and boasting about the clouds of beautiful maids in the street. , surrounded by wealthy slaves.
She couldn't help but sigh: "Vulgar mortals, I don't know that the human race has such a miserable fate, it is unsightly to watch!"
The three of them fell to the ground, and a martial arts master had already come to greet them: "Miss Jiang, Hurry up and enter the mountains, the ancestors are already waiting!"
Jiang Nuying nodded.
A group of people went straight to the city gate, entered the city streets, and followed the crowded crowd to the Mountain Residence.
"Mountain Residence" is the place where the gods and immortals on Sandao Mountain are stationed in the imperial capital of Daqian. It is located in Xicheng, an octagonal palace on the top of a cloud-capped mountain. No ordinary people within a radius of ten miles are allowed to approach.
Now it is the place where top ancestors and masters of martial arts such as the ancestors of the Seven Emperors, the three eldest sons of the Ten Forbidden Lands, the Saint Kings of all directions, the Great Sage, etc. gather to discuss matters.
When a few people arrived, they saw that the flat white jade field on all sides of the "Octagonal Palace" was dotted with ferocious flying chariots, Mohist ships and other objects. Tens of thousands of elite warriors from all parties were arranged around, Wait in silence.
These warriors are all the elites of the various forces. They are the last to be the most powerful. They are extremely powerful. Moreover, there are so many people that no one can speak. Even before they get close, they give people a strong oppression. feel.
Jiang Nuying and others were about to pass through when they heard a mellow voice not far away: "Nvying, where are you going?"
Jiang Nuying looked around and saw five people standing in front of a majestic and huge bicycle frame, Jiang Wuxie, Jiang Huan, Chanyi, Xiong Zhang and Li Chunyuan.
To be honest, Jiang Nuying didn't dare to face these people, especially since she was trapped in Konghai and became a saint twenty years ago. These people were all beaten by her uncle. Only she and Li Chunyuan became true saints. , her father Jiang Wuxie has always looked at her strangely over the years.
Bite the bullet and approach: "Nvying meets her father, aunt, and uncle..."
Jiang Wuxie smoothed his beard and snorted, not knowing why he snorted.
On the other hand, Jiang Huan chuckled and said softly: "Aren't you on guard in Cangyue Ancient Town? Why are you back?"
Jiang Nuying didn't know how to answer, so she hesitated for a moment, and then said: "About uncle Jiang Yuqing..."
"Whoosh——"
Li Chunyuan and Chanyi were in deep thought. Looking at him with the bear's paw, his face changed slightly. Everyone's senses were very complicated for Xin Zhuo.
Jiang Wuxie's face was slightly cold: "Why are you mentioning what he did? He's dead!"
Jiang Nuying breathed rapidly, she couldn't hold it back, she raised her head and glared at her father: "My uncle is still here! My uncle has guarded the small formation in southern Xinjiang, which is 500,000 miles away, for nineteen years, and it is still there today. Even though hundreds of millions of aliens have attacked countless times, they can't make even half a step forward!"
Jiang Wuxie's eyes widened suddenly.
Li Chunyuan, Jiang Huan, Chanyi and Xiong Zhang were also stunned.
"Shua——"
The experts from all sides around looked at it, and countless faces showed indescribable shock.
The terrifying thing about the alien race is that they can all fight one against ten. They are all terrifying and abnormal monsters. Xin Zhuo... has guarded the small formation of 500,000 miles in southern Xinjiang for nineteen years?
It's absolutely ridiculous. "Wow——"
The curtain of the carriage on the side opened, and Jiang Wuwei, who was lame and had his arm broken, also frowned and looked out. His legs and hands can be regenerated, but now in the world The resources are exhausted and there is no news on the mountain, so I can only put it aside for the time being. Looking at Jiang Nuying at this moment, her breathing is short: "Is he really alive and still in Baizuyuan?"
Jiang Nuying choked with sobs. : "It is absolutely true that tens of millions of aliens and hundreds of saints are restrained by uncle. If not, the pressure on the human race will be even greater!"
Jiang Wuwei and Li Chunyuan took a breath of air.
The eyes of the elf-like bear paw were red, with his head lowered and tears rolling down his face.
Ten thousand warriors from all directions were silent for a moment, and suddenly they all saluted southward in unison to show respect.
“Thum, thump, thump…”
At this moment, a white figure flew out of the Octagonal Palace above and landed on the steps above. It was Bai Xuanji from Tianxuan Holy Land, anxiously saying: "Nv Ying, Lin Hui, and Hu Jiu entered the palace quickly!"
"Go quickly! Go quickly!"
Jiang Wuwei's face was full of shock and admiration, and he waved his hands heavily.
Jiang Nuying and the others once again held their hands and flew up. Together with Bai Xuanji, they climbed up the winding steps.
"Do you take what Master said seriously?" Bai Xuanji asked in a deep voice.
Waiting for Jiang Nuying to answer, two graceful figures appeared from above again, and they asked in unison: "Is this true or false?"
It turned out to be Zhe Feiyan and Ying Jianying. The tears on the face were not yet dry, and the brows were full of worry and bitterness.
...
The Octagonal Palace has an octagonal shape. If you look closely, it implies the eight trigrams of Qian, Kun, Zhen, Xun, Kan, Gen, Li and Dui, which evolved into heaven, earth, thunder, wind, water, Mountains, fires, and swamps are projected in all directions of the human race.
At this moment, sandalwood incense curls up in the palace, and more than a hundred masters above the Great Saint realm are sitting cross-legged, their auras are obscure and unpredictable. He Baiyi, the Holy King of Tianji, Li Shenqi, the Holy King of Yaoguang, Ye Feiying of the Ye family, Jiang Wen of the Jiang family, and others were all among them.
But sitting at the top were three young gentlemen and young ladies.
These three people are all holy kings. In terms of majestic momentum and strong pressure, they are far superior to the ordinary holy kings of Dongtian.
They are none other than Wushan Qingsong, Gou Hanyi and Xuanyuan Sword Immortal.
The so-called "generation" means that maybe the people present are people from the ancient times or from ancient times, but these three people are people from the Middle Ages. They have led their tribe to survive until now because of the secret method of suspended animation.
Their ancestors may not be descendants of the emperor, but they are definitely masters close to the emperor.
To be frank, the descendants of the great emperor may not be scary, but the "broken generation" group may be more scary, because it is a great blessing to have an emperor in a family. After thousands or thousands of years, the bloodline has become thin. Even if there is some strength, luck or not is still a matter of two things. The inheritance of a group of people who "break the generation" may be purer, and the possibility of obtaining the true inheritance of the emperor is greater.
These three people were also lucky enough to hide at the foot of the mountains in the Donghua Territory, just in time for the meeting.
But at this time, everyone in the entire hall was looking at the throne at the top, which was filled with mist of nothingness.
After watching for a long time, the "Dynasty" master Wushan Qingsong shook his head and said: "The alien race has been plotting for thousands of years. The timing of launching it is very clever, there are many masters, and the background is full! The Seven Emperors are the only ones who have followed the plan. The three Huangji masters who came down from the mountain were under the influence of the secrets. The injury will not heal for a long time. This time we fight against the Demon Emperor and Shenwu Young Emperor in the void, one on two, the outcome is uncertain."
Ye Feiying sighed: "It would be fine if the Medical Emperor was still here."
After saying that, a group of people looked a little uncomfortable.
Wushan Qingsong didn't know who the Medical Emperor was, so he frowned and said, "How are the other regions doing? Are there any reinforcements to help?"
Jiang Wen cupped his hands and said: "To go to other domains, you have to go through the ancient teleportation arrays at the foot of Sandao Mountain. Those teleportation arrays are also hidden by the ancient array slaves. They are inaccessible without orders from the mountain. However, the mountain is besieged by the ancestors of the alien races. , it’s hard to get close!
I tried my best to activate a large teleportation array and contacted the Northern Hell God Territory, but the result was that the Northern Hell God Territory The counterattack of the aliens who were exiled is even more fierce than this region!
The Northern Hell Divine Realm is helpless!
There is no pure land in the world, and the human race will suffer. If..."
< br>The Ye family, Ye Feiying, gave a bitter smile and answered: "If Jiutian Shanhai takes the opportunity to attack, I am afraid that the world will be wiped out!"
Wushan Qingsong was silent for a while, and sighed softly: "The chaos in the world began at this moment. Not to mention the mountains and seas of Jiutian, I heard that the land of the Sea of Bitterness and the ancient emperor's law field have been attacked by the group of despicable immortals in the world of cultivation for a long time!"
Everyone nodded slightly and sighed.
The hall was quiet.
After a while, another "era" woman, Xuanyuan Sword Immortal, with eyes like swords, said in a deep voice: "Tell me about Xin Zhuo, what is going on with this boy?"
(End of Chapter)