Jiu Ming Kingdom, a small border town named Fuxiang City.
Since the divine wind swept down tens of thousands of martial immortals fifteen days ago, the endless mountains and plains ahead have been blown by violent winds, flying sand and rocks, and the sun and moon have lost light.
The local people, gentry, and officials didn't know what was going on, and they were panicked.
The south of the city is the refugee camp, which stretches for hundreds of miles. Countless people in ragged clothes and disheveled faces sit dullly, not knowing where the future is.
At the foot of a mountain thousands of miles away in front of the refugee camp, tens of thousands of warriors sat cross-legged on the ground, silently watching the untouchable quasi-emperor in a daze.
The lives and deaths of the seven generals Jian Kong, Zi Mo and Chen Qingzhi are unknown and they have not woken up yet.
Xuanyuan Qian, Xi Qingfu, Ao Elegy, Zhao Feixue and others looked straight ahead. Through the strong wind, they could faintly feel the thunder and vibration coming from the direction of Qitian Lake all the time. Dazzling light.
“I wonder what happened to the King of Heaven?”
Thinking of that lonely figure standing in the sky, everyone felt a deep sense of powerlessness in their hearts.
“Can someone save my young master?” Xiong Zhang’s eyes were filled with tears.
No one can answer.
However, at this moment, a figure flashed across the sky, ignoring the winds of all realms, and disappeared in an instant.
A group of people suddenly stood up and looked at each other, who is it?
……
“Boom…”
Above Qi Tian Lake, the magic of immortality and the magical power of Hunyuan are still colliding. The vast sky clouds are overturning, as if the sky has collapsed. The lake water below is almost dry, revealing countless ferocious cracks at the bottom of the lake.
There are now only nine of the fourteen quasi-immortal emperors who besieged Xin Zhuo.
Yes, during the fifteen-day siege, five quasi-immortal emperors of Jiutian Mountain and Sea died in battle, and their souls were scattered. This was a greater loss than the hundred-year confrontation with the three kings of Fuqing.
Although there are many quasi-immortal emperors in heaven, they have accumulated over tens of thousands of years. Any one of them is the rare and strongest immortal!
At this moment, the Ziji Heavenly Lord Zhao Guming, the War Demon Lord Lingxiao, and the Plague Lord Sikong, who had disheveled hair, were in a mess, and were extremely tired, fought back Xin Zhuo and looked at each other with gloomy expressions. The still erratic figure felt a deep chill in my heart.
Fifteen days ago, I thought it would be easy to kill this person just after he entered the country. After all, no one in the world could easily decipher the methods of the fifteen quasi-immortal emperors. However, after just one face-to-face encounter, I discovered how terrifying this person was.
Those mysterious and extremely powerful Hunyuan magical powers seem to come from ancient times. They are incomprehensible and cannot be defeated, especially this person's "Ancient Witch Soldier Storm" and the Good Corpse Summoning Divine Light. It is really It's so unbelievable that with one move, everyone's strength is reduced by half.
There were also ten dark beads of his, which were vaguely visible and made them very afraid, but they never used them.
The key point is that Xin Zhuo is not only physically stronger than the quasi-emperors in the human realm, but also has infinite divine power. With one sword strike, he has the power of a thousand Huiyuan, which is far beyond expectation. Even with all his strength, he could barely break through his body.
I thought I could kill him by attrition, but after fifteen days of endless attacks, I still couldn't kill him.
You must know that we are three Eight-Yuan Quasi-Immortal Emperors and twelve Seven-Yuan Immortal Emperors, attacking without reservation. In other words, this person crosses the border to fight three Eight-Yuan Immortal Lords, plus twelve Seven-Yuan Immortal Lords. !
What kind of incredible combat power is this?
How can this not surprise or shock people?
They had actually looked up to Xin Zhuo, but after calming down for a moment, they still felt their scalps were numb.
Not bad,
Na Xinzhuo was covered in blood at the moment and was already showing signs of weakness.
Lingxiao Tianjun frowned and said: "Zhao Tianjun, do you want to do it? Five immortal monarchs have been killed in the battle. If you continue, I'm afraid it will be difficult to explain to the eldest prince!"
Zhao Gunming He frowned and said: "The Immortal Emperor's Lingbao was slightly injured by the two human emperor soldiers. Otherwise, he would have been killed earlier. Why wait until now? I, please give him another try!"
Step forward. , Wan Dao Zi Howling with anger, he rolled up the powerful Da Luo Wuliang and threw away the immortal head bracelet in his hand: "Xin Zhuo, look again!" Bracelet, it's been fifteen days. Facing immortals fifteen times as powerful as himself, he has killed five Seven-Yuan Immortal Lords, and he himself has been "beheaded" three times. It is indeed too much and too expensive, but let him Run away or retreat? impossible!
Moreover, he was waiting for Zhao Guming's Immortal Emperor Soldier. He didn't know if he could withstand it with all his strength. If he couldn't...
He decided to use his one-time life-saving magical power to kill these people and take away the Immortal Emperor's soldiers.
At this point in his cultivation, the enemies he faced were all beings who could control the imperial soldiers. From the moment he decided to stay, he was prepared.
Hearing this, he looked at it with all his attention. Unfortunately, it was not the Immortal Emperor Soldier, but that strange man with a circle on his head.
"...Look again!"
As Zhao Gunming roared, the ancient immortal's head bracelet suddenly became larger in the wind, reaching a size of more than ten miles. A five-color wind blew, and the figures of eighteen ancient true immortals faintly appeared on it, each of them struck a palm. .
"Buzz——"
Xin Zhuo's head was dizzy, and he felt that he was imprisoned by some terrible and unknown force.
The next moment, the Qingping sword in his hand and the storage bag on his body were all taken away.
“Hahaha...”
Zhao Gunming looked up to the sky and laughed, waving his hands to take back the bracelet, "Let me see what you do..."
Before he finished speaking, Xin Zhuo stepped forward: "I have been waiting for you, this hula hoop, for a long time!"
The five-color divine light behind him was like a peacock's divine feathers, covering half of the sky with a fierce flicker.
“Whoops——”
The bracelet whined and was taken back.
"My Eighteen Bronze Bird Circle!"
Zhao Gunming was shocked. He waved his spear, turned it into a size of several hundred feet, and hit Xin Zhuo on the head.
Xin Zhuo rolled up the human head bracelet, his weapon, and storage bag, stepped back dozens of miles, formed a seal with his hands, and struck out with one palm.
"Buzz——"
The sky tens of thousands of miles behind me suddenly turned as black as ink, countless demonic energy roared out, and in the blink of an eye it transformed into a sky-sized, ancient and unknown statue. The terrifying figure of the big devil shot out with a palm.
The raging wind and the fairy energy all dissipated, and the air became still. A pitch-black palm the size of a thousand feet, with magic flames surging, hit that shot!
"Boom——"
The huge gun shadow broke apart inch by inch, with endless demonic flames, whipping up fierce winds, tearing apart the space, and hitting Zhao Gunming head-on.
Zhao Gunming's pupils shrank, his body twisted strangely, and eighteen rays of purple energy behind him turned into huge divine palms to attack.
“Bang!”
Purple and black light exploded.
Zhao Guming staggered back ten miles.
Xin Zhuo retreated three miles.
A group of quasi-immortal emperors around were unbearably shaken and retreated.
Zhao Gunming was completely embarrassment and became angry: "I don't believe that there are still unkillable warriors in the world. God gave me the Tai Chi diagram!" He stretched out his hand and made a move,
A trembling coercion shot down from the sky, and the dark clouds scattered across the sky. A Tai Chi picture fell down in twists and turns.
On it, there were thousands of rays of light and a thousand colors. Outside the picture, there are endless "prophecies of the great road" surrounding it, while inside the picture the "talisman of the way of heaven" looms, the five-color light illuminates the entire Qitian Lake, and the nine-color auspicious energy locks Xin Zhuo.
Xin Zhuo felt as if he had been struck by lightning, his body and soul began to tremble, the Immortal Emperor's soldiers were finally here!
This thing seems... to have gone beyond the limit that anyone in the world can accept.
Without delay, he immediately communicated with the "initial" magical powers in Danhai. He had to kill these quasi-immortal emperors first and try to snatch the immortal emperor's magical weapons.
"Om——"
The "initial" magical power in Danhai appears.
Unexpectedly, at this moment, a shocked voice came from behind: "Xin Zhuo, I will help you!"
As soon as the voice fell, a voice shocked the world and oppressed the world, The drum, which ignored all rules, was suddenly beaten, and ripples flowed towards the Tai Chi diagram.
Xin Zhuo suddenly turned his head and saw an old man with white beard and hair coming. Although he didn't recognize him, his breath was vaguely familiar...
Song Dingyuan, the King of Fuqing?
The old man is back again, and now he is controlling a huge drum, which is round and huge, with entangled patterns of dragons, phoenixes, unicorns, and four elephants, and the imperial power is rolling, resounding in the Tai Chi diagram.
The two imperial soldiers collided, and the aura of destruction of heaven and earth spread in all directions. He had no choice but to fly back immediately, preparing to take the opportunity to kill several Seven-Yuan Quasi-Immortal Emperors.
Unexpectedly, the faces of Zhao Gunming, Ling Xiao, Sikong Tianjun and others in front changed, and they accepted the "Tai Chi Diagram" without hesitation, turned into fairy lights and ran straight into the distance, and left!
But Zhao Guming's voice came coldly: "I am bound to win this Nanyun area. Song Dingyuan, since you are back, stay with Xin Zhuo!"
Song Dingyuan remained silent. , watched the other party leave, and after a long time he put away the "Taixu Emperor Drum" and jumped down in front of Xin Zhuo. He carefully looked at Xin Zhuo, who was covered in bruises, and his old eyes shrank.
He really didn’t expect that this son could actually enter the quasi-emperor, and his combat power was so powerful, much more powerful than he imagined.
It was him, there was no " "Taixu Emperor Drum" is no match for Zhao Gunming and others.
Looking at Xin Zhuo at this time, his scalp was numb and he couldn't say a word.
Xin Zhuo bowed his hands and said, "Why did the senior come back?"
Song Dingyuan frowned and pointed to the north: "Let's take a walk?"
Xin Zhuo nodded, his whole body was sore at this moment, the immortal had retreated, yes I need to go back to the north for some repairs.
There was no words all the way until we arrived in front of the Zhongyu Feng in Xinzhuo on the border of "Nine Ming Kingdom". Through the strong wind, we could already see the fifty thousand Wu Xuan soldiers.
The two of them landed on a mountain top.
Song Dingyuan got straight to the point: "Leave with me!"
Xin Zhuo said in surprise: "Senior, is this the reason for coming back this time?"
Song Dingyuan's eyes were firm and he said: "That's right! I am I had already arrived in the Central Territory, but suddenly I felt that my life was short, and I always felt uneasy when I felt about the sky. , seems to be confused, after thinking about it, I feel that I can't leave you behind.
It's just your quasi-emperor cultivation that surprises me. What's even more surprising is that you can resist Zhao alone. The fifteen quasi-immortal emperors in Guming’s name are really...
But, let’s leave...”
Xin Zhuo frowned and said: "With good intentions, don't mention leaving!"
Song Dingyuan looked at him and said: "More than two hundred quasi-immortal emperors from Wuwanghai have already gone to various regions. This south Yun Lingyu is the closest to the Jiutian Mountain and Sea Ladder, and as expected, more than 60 people will come.
Even if you are beaten by Xuan Tie, you can't survive even if you try your best, so why bother?" br>
Xin Zhuo waved his sleeves to clean up the blood stains on his body, his back straight, just like his whole life, although it was a mess, he had never done anything wrong.
Song Dingyuan stared at him for a long time, then turned and left.
Xin Zhuo suddenly stood up, pointed at the 50,000 Wu Xuan soldiers outside Zhongyu Feng, and saluted: "Senior, please help, take them away, give them a way to live, and don't have to stay to die!"
Song Dingyuan's figure suddenly stopped. live.
“Young Master!”
“King of Heaven!”
“The Master!”
The five Xiongzhang girls, Xuanyuan Qian, Ao Elegy, Cui Ying'er and the dense Wu Xuan soldiers realized something, were shocked, and approached Zhongyu Feng one after another.
"Forget it!"
Song Dingyuan was silent for a moment, waved his sleeves, and used the wind of the Hunyuan Realms to sweep up everyone, flying to the "Evening Wind Valley Mouth", but stopped again halfway. , turned around and asked: "Have you really thought it through? Why do you have to be pedantic in a situation where death is inevitable? Are you guarding this area alone?"
Xin Zhuo glanced at Xiong Zhang, Cui Yinger and the group, and chuckled. Said: "Why not?"
Song Dingyuan said solemnly: "What's the point?"
Xin Zhuo was silent for a moment and said word by word: "What does it mean? You ask the tens of millions of warriors who died in the Nanyun Spiritual Realm, the millions of loyal people under Qi Tian Lake, and the remaining billions of people. What's the point?
Who asked them if they were willing?
Your Mantian Quasi-Emperor ancestor can give up on them, but I will not give up. There is no such thing as retreat in my life!"
Song Dingyuan took a deep breath: "But..."
Xin Zhuo interrupted: "The only one who is dead, I, Xin Zhuo, will be immortal in one day. I cannot cross this territory, and the only remaining mortals will not die. This is my oath. If I, Xin Zhuo... die in battle, I will disappear from this land. Everyone, move slowly!"
"The True Martial King..."
Tens of thousands of warriors burst into tears and bowed to salute.
Song Dingyuan also bowed deeply to Xin Zhuo and gathered everyone together without stopping.
"Master!"
In the wind, Zhao Feixue, who had always been silent, struggled hard, with tears streaming down his face, "Master, why do you have to!?"
It seems like I have returned to the catastrophe of all races 1,500 years ago, the battlefield in southern Xinjiang, the ice and snow, and the master guarded southern Xinjiang alone for twenty years!
Life is like a reincarnation. This time, Master is guarding one area alone. Will he have to face all enemies alone again?
That’s right, people like myself are just staying in the way.
You don’t want to have to work hard for thousands of years, but you still can’t help him at all?
"Master..."
Zhao Feixue's painful cries gradually faded away.
Seeing a group of people disappearing at the "Evening Wind Valley Entrance", Song Dingyuan's voice sighed again, like thunder: "That's it! This Emperor Taixu's Taixu Drum is given to you, and I, Song Dingyuan, will bear all the consequences. , I will seal the mouth of the valley, Xin Zhuo, take care of yourself!”
“Buzz——”
The Taixu Emperor Drum flashed with a faint light, and fell on Xin Zhuo! In front of Zhuo. (End of this chapter)