The emperors of the six major hegemonic countries in the world came to Guanhe Terrace with their dharma appearance.
They each stand in the middle of the two Liuhe stone pillars, as if together with the Liuhe pillars, they support the sky.
The owner of the red, white and green dragon robe said: "Inherit the emperor's legacy and inherit the virtues of the sages!"
Its sound is so majestic that it echoes between heaven and earth.
It sounded at the river viewing platform, but rolled away, as if it was spreading great will to the entire world.
"It's July 11, 3919 in the Dao calendar..."
This voice said: "Scenery!"
Another very majestic voice, like the rules of heaven and earth, said: "Qin!"
Then there was a serious, powerful voice next to Emperor Qin, like a protruding cavalry and full of swords and spears: "Jing!"
Then there was a vast female voice, as tall as the clouds: "Mu!"
Then came a great voice that was indescribably precious and seemed to be born supreme: "Chu!"
After going around in a circle, at the end came a voice as deep as the sea and as majestic as a mountain, powerful and unstoppable: "Qi!"
These six great voices each spoke their own words, but they united into one voice——
"This town has a long river!"
These six great voices come and go from all directions.
Great power has arrived.
The six huge Dharma images standing tall on the sky and the earth temporarily disappeared, and the "mirror curtain" surrounded by Liuhe pillars appeared again.
Through this mirror screen, people saw that a large seal slowly appeared on the section of the Yellow River where the turbid current was rapid and roaring.
There are six sides under this seal, which are called Liuhe.
Each side is embossed with mountains and rivers thousands of miles away, and the beautiful world.
On this seal is nine dragons, with the dragon's tail standing on the base, the dragon's body sticking to one place, and the nine dragon heads surrounding a big sun.
There are eight Daoist characters engraved on the bottom, saying -
"Nine dragons hold the sun, and the mountains and rivers will forever be guarded!"
This is the Seal of Shanhe in Pengriyong Town, Kowloon!
According to the legend, the Emperor of Humanity is equipped with the treasure of Liuhe and uses it to suppress all directions. This is one of them!
But what ordinary monks can't see at all, even divine monks can only faintly perceive -
From the Eastern Territory, the Southern Territory, the Western Territory, the Northern Territory, the Central Territory, the places where all human beings have traveled, the places where all the people smoke...
The faint power gathers like stars, and a small amount becomes a large amount. At first it is like a thin stream of water, then like a rushing river, and finally it is mighty and mighty!
That little thing can be so great.
The faint one can be so powerful.
Endless great power has gathered together, all rushing towards the river viewing platform.
Mountains and rivers and thousands of people, heaven and earth are of one mind.
This is a torrent of humanity!
The Seal of Mountains and Rivers in Pengriyong Town, Kowloon is becoming clearer and clearer, and the six-sided relief of mountains and rivers is becoming more and more vivid.
Under the control of the great power of the six emperors, this Nine Dragons holding the Seal of the Mountains and Rivers of Yongzhen was slowly sealed.
"Sigh! Use the long river as rice paper, and the heaven and earth as the seal..."
The memorial tribute to that Confucian sage seemed to ring in my heart, playing with the sound of the waves of the long river.
The Seal of Shanhe, holding Riyong Town in Kowloon, was sealed.
If you touch the turbulent waves, they will stop; if you touch the turbulent waves, they will calm down.
Zhen Zuhe again... for at least ten years!
"...make the wind and rain smooth, the mountains and rivers stable, the heaven and earth peaceful, and all the people safe!"
Whether it was an illusion or not, Jiang Wang seemed to hear a cry.
The sravaka celestial state can attest that there is no so-called "voice" at all.
This sound is more like some kind of resonance at the soul level.
It's like watching autumn leaves fall, and feeling doubly lonely.
Like the whole river trembling.
But this faint "sorrow" gradually dissipated as the waves in the Yellow River section calmed down.
In the "mirror screen", you can see the water level dropping rapidly, one foot, two feet, three feet...
Soon the two ancient Longzi Town Bridges were like high cliffs again.
The long river became so gentle and gentle, as if it just turned over and fell asleep again.
However, there is no drop of water on the ancient bridge, and it has disappeared without a trace.
In the world, people are caught in a huge emotion.
In that ancient era where detailed research is no longer possible, how could the human race have a foothold?
The darkness lasts as long as the years.
In the long history, generations of sages overcame thorns and thorns, fought against wind and waves, and generations of human beings fought endless bloody battles to turn this "this world" into the "human world".
What forever holds the mountains and rivers is never a treasure of heaven and earth.
What stands upright is never a pillar supporting the sky.
But "people".
They are "people" who go on and on, risking their lives one by one.
The word "human" stands in heaven and earth.
The "mirror curtain" surrounding it disappeared once again.
Those six great figures standing tall and tall appeared once again.
Like six towering giants, overlooking the grand gathering of the geniuses of the human race in the Pillar of Liuhe.
This is the main event of the Yellow River Tournament, the pinnacle event for young geniuses in this world.
The geniuses from all over the world gather here, who can become famous in the world?
Everyone was sitting in the stands, waiting with bated breath for the conference to begin.
Xian Nankui, who had a red face and was completely covered in armor, stood under the martial arts stage number A and had no intention of making a sound.
Even Xian Nankui, the commander-in-chief of the Shence Army, felt a little unruly when presiding over the main match of the Yellow River Conference.
I can't see the trajectory of the action at all, and I don't know how it happened. On the C martial arts stage, a Taoist priest seemed to appear out of thin air.
This person was wearing a luxurious gold and jade Taoist robe, and his Taoist bun was held up by a gold-rimmed jade hairpin.
He has a ruddy complexion and handsome features.
He looked around, passing the tall statues of the six emperors one by one, and finally bowed his head slightly to Emperor Jing as a sign of courtesy.
"When I moved to Yujing Mountain, I met all the Supreme Beings."
His face was calm and there was no aura, but his voice had an extremely warm feeling, flowing slowly, as if it could soothe the listener's soul.
"This meeting of the Yellow River will be hosted by Pindao," he said.
This powerful True King from Yujing Mountain stretched out his hand towards the Eastern Stand and said, "Mr. Ao, please take a seat!"
In the stands due east, there is a single luxurious chair at the highest point. Gold and jade are intertwined, and the gems are embellished like stars.
The back of the chair is leaning against the towering Liuhe Pillar.
The location of this Liuhe Pillar is exactly between the Dharma images of Emperor Jing and Emperor Qi.
So the person on this chair is also between the two emperors.
There was also no movement, and a figure with an unreal face, wearing a golden robe, landed on the big chair.
Although he is also the most noble and noble, he is above everyone in the field. But compared to the six emperors who support the world, it is inevitably a bit bleak.
Yu Yu didn't mean to introduce him. He only glanced at Xian Nankui under the No. 1 martial arts stage, and then completed the exchange of corresponding information about the Yellow River Meeting.
Then he said: "The geniuses from all over the world are invited to enter."
He took a step back to the martial arts stage, and his voice still fell clearly into everyone's ears: "The names have been decided, and each has his opponent. Life and death are determined, and the victory or defeat is at stake."
"Please make fun of it for the world!"
On Jiang Wang's right side, Zhongxuan stood up calmly.
There was always a faint smile hanging on the corner of his mouth, and there was no trace of nervousness in his mok-stained eyes.
Seemingly slow but actually fast, he strolled away from the stands.
Dressed in white, with unparalleled elegance, he became the focus of everyone's attention the moment he stepped onto the martial arts stage with the name "Geng".
Sixteen geniuses from the outer building will fight on eight martial arts stages at the same time.
The top eight will be determined in one battle.
At this time, Zhong Xuanzun's opponent stood opposite him.
Based on the tacit understanding between the six overlords, it was no surprise that the opponent of Zhongxuan Zun of Qi State was Taiyin from the famous Tai clan of Xia State.
He is the great-nephew of Taihua, the real person who died in the battle of Jianfeng Mountain.
This is a young prodigy who can be considered handsome.
Facing the Qi people is a true combination of country and family hatred.
He has reasons for anger and causes for hatred.
But the look he looked at Zhong Xuanzun was very calm.
It's like facing an ordinary passerby.
I didn’t know it before, I don’t know it now, and I don’t need to remember it in the future.
