Chapter 104 103. Raise the battle flag
In the Imperial Capital, Zhao Xingzhou stood in the room.
Without the help of any equipment or ancient artifacts, he could look up through the window and see the clouds pushing past in the west, which was the direction of the Taihang Mountains. It was as dark as ink, revealing all kinds of ominousness.
In the descriptions of the ancients, this kind of clouds are called demon clouds, which are a sign of great misfortune, and terrible disasters will surely come.
The ordinary people in the imperial capital did not realize that a war between gods was taking place in the ancient mountains to the west. If the new gods wanted to take control of Taihang, they would inevitably kill the old gods.
But the Rising Ones and the big monsters coming out of the Taihang Mountains realized it.
The sun has climbed to a very high place, and there is no movement outside the imperial capital. The news sent back from the outpost shows the terrible changes in the depths of the Taihang Mountains, but not a single demon has stepped out of the Taihang Mountains.
Their true king, the mountain god of the Taihang Mountains, has returned.
Taking back the mountains!
Just imagining it is terrifying. They relied on the imperial capital to resist the waves of demons coming from the Taihang Mountains. However, a creature called Nanzhu went deep into the mountains on his own to wipe out the demons and filth and tear apart the shadow that shrouded Taihang.
Is this the so-called king, the so-called "god"?
They bowed their heads.
"Hey, everyone!" The man's voice was transmitted through the new era equipment to the location of the creatures above the pseudo-god realm.
Compared with the slightly heavy thoughts of the Taihang subjects, this guy is happy and seems to have no burden on him.
The current head of the Zhao family is Zhao Xingzhou. It is rare for humans to have advanced cultivation skills, and they are the risers of the Yang God after Qingyan. He was very popular and loved in the imperial capital. The reason is not other, but the reputation left by Zhao Xingzhou's bloody battles with demons time and time again, which is respected by the Taihang creatures.
"The king is fighting hard. As his subjects, won't you follow him and hold the banner high to fight back to your homeland?" the man said.
"And the guardians of the imperial capital, have we been clinging to the ancient capital for too long? There are ruthless people in the Taihang Mountains to protect us. Why don't you think of a way now to let those sons of bitches lose a few pieces of distressed meat!"
"Wrong." The man's voice disappeared as he shouted in pain, replaced by a cold female voice.
“It’s not enough to lose a few pieces of meat...you have to break their necks!”
"There is someone in charge of the imperial capital's defense line, and all the ancient artifacts that can be mobilized are ready."
"We can safely... fight back!"
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When Qing Yan stepped onto the shore of the dark lake, he witnessed a doomsday scene.
Dense lightning tore through the clouds and shattered the pitch-black realm above the mountains. The gray, foul-smelling substance was annihilated under the thunder one after another.
This scene seemed like a swarm of lightning shattering the sky.
And a greater and more magnificent existence stands at the other end of the black ocean.
Trees and dragons.
The black fields all over the sky were shattered, and a hand made of jade and iron descended, similar to the Guanyin statue Qing Yan had seen. Dozens of huge arms as ice-like as jade hung down from the clouds, grabbing the ancient wood's torso fiercely. With his arms exerted, his fingertips left countless scratches on the surface of this thousand-meter-old tree. You could clearly see the blood-like liquid seeping out from the broken bark, and then burned out by golden flames.
A mixture of black and white, red and gold mottled colors reflect the mountains and sky.
Like the complicated flame totems of ancient times.
Black and red evil trees, red dragons. The golden flames covering the dragon-shaped figure burned, using filth, resentful spirits, and demons as fuel, turning into flames that burned the tree.
The face on the evil tree was almost wiped clean as it roared.
The corpse hanging on the branch rustled down and fell into the black wave. The evil tree had a backup plan, but one of its trump cards was shattered by Nanzhu before it had time to open it. The huge dragon-shaped body wrapped around the ancient wooden trunk, and the golden long sword almost penetrated it. So the change is blocked, or even impossible.
A terrifying fighting spirit.
No matter what impact this hole card will have if revealed, he won't give you a chance to reveal it at all!
But the tree smiled grimly. Its trump card is not only about itself, but also about external forces! The mysterious humanoids who came out of the secret realm never left, but quietly hid in the Taihang Mountains. It is not an old camphor tree, it is a Rakshasa that evolved based on that old camphor tree. In essence, it is the delusions and evil seeds condensed in the ancient times. Therefore, it does not believe that there are creatures in the Yang Shen Realm that can challenge the three emperors who have achieved the Extreme Palace Realm for thousands of years!
"Boom——!"
Three imperial realms descended from the sky!
Green flames roared, bathed in thunder, and she rushed, the black wave surged into the sky! The fish and dragons opened up the resentful spirits surrounding Li Xi'an, unable to open another path for Qing Yan to the Rakshasa Evil Tree.
She doesn't care.
The pale and ferocious tiger roared, and thousands of black shadows rose up from her tiger body. The leaders were rickety old humanoid figures. They stared at the resentful spirit and smiled colder than a Rakshasa.
Great supplement!
The white tiger holds the imperial sword in its mouth and wields it to kill, while the evil spirit clears the way!
"Oh? It's the white tiger."
"The peerless evil spirit who rebelled against the emperor was too confident when he saw us and rushed over."
The descending emperor glanced at the red dragon entwining the Rakshasa with a look of surprise in his eyes. When he raised his gaze again, he noticed the white jade arms hanging down from the sky.
"This...this is!" His face was full of disbelief.
"The Jade Hand of Good Fortune!" Another emperor lowered his voice.
The existence of the old Kyushu and their ancestors, Yuchai Shunde Master's signature magical power. This Dharma Seal can be instigated by nothing, and can be destroyed by nothing. Countless ancestral-level creatures have died under this beautiful arm!
The moment they saw the jade hand of creation, they ran away!
But when I thought about it, I looked over again and saw that this arm was used by the red dragon. It was completely different from Yuchai Shunde's disciple.
They breathed a sigh of relief and at the same time put away their contempt.
Regardless of how this dragon, which is obviously a living being, possesses the jade hand of creation. The mere fact that he can master and use such terrifying magical powers shows that he is extraordinary. Even the creatures in the Yang Shen realm have the strength to challenge the Emperor of the Supreme Palace, so they need to be cautious.
"This is the mountain god of Taihang Mountain!" Rakshasa shouted when he saw the inexplicable hesitation of the three emperors coming.
The emperor cannot be unclear about why the ancients in the secret realm spent so much effort to plant Rakshasa in the Taihang Mountains. The importance is extraordinary. And the "Mountain God" who prevents them from taking charge of the mountains must be killed quickly!
"How can living beings in this world have no foundation at all, how can they compete with us!" As if he had seen the beautiful scene of the dragon decapitating him, Rakshasa was so excited that he trembled.
Regardless of consumption, he wanted to show off in front of several emperors.
Its strength is not weaker than any of these emperors, and it even surpasses them in the Taihang Mountains. It sells its strength to the person behind the emperor.
"It's so noisy." Chi Jiao whispered.
Then he lowered his arms and hit the Rakshasa evil tree heavily.
If he hadn't wanted to bring back the old camphor tree, the tree would have been burned clean by him. This thing may have swallowed too many negative emotions and its IQ is not normal. It actually feels that the red dragon is in a stalemate with itself.
"I'll deal with the white tiger, and you two will help Rakshasa take down the red dragon!"
The three emperors dispersed, and thrilling power flowed. They no longer held back, and wanted to fight quickly!
Two of them raised their hands, with their natal magical weapons hanging above their heads. They built a magnificent palace in the imperial realm. The evil Rakshasa tree was their hard work left in this world. It was of great use and must not be mistaken. The energy that belongs to the emperor is majestic, the magic weapon is overflowing with light, and it lights up the mountains, trying to suppress the dragon!
The bronze cauldron stagnated high in the sky.
Running around alive, the Deer King stood at the mouth of the tripod, overlooking the two emperors who were coming to kill him.
The gorgeous purple glow filled the air, and sixteen ancient swords flew out. The Xijian swam from the Rakshasa tree, like a golden fish swimming between heaven and earth.
With Xijian as the center.
The ancient rhythm roared on the ancient sword and surrounded the golden sword. It was like a mad dragon waking up at this moment. Purple and red are brewing on the horizon, like rays of light or fierce flames.
Lixia!
(End of chapter)