"call out--"
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 slow-moving carriages and horses on the official road. Her pretty little face was full of complex expressions.
At the beginning, 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 was that the mountains and rivers were broken and devastated everywhere. They were different from what they are today. How stark is the contrast in the human hinterland?
I wonder how long the prosperity of this hinterland can be maintained?
How many heroes and sages 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 were 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 knew that her uncle was 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 difficult for her to have a peaceful mind despite the pain of her husband's death. Is this behavior intended to soothe her?
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.
However, 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 is here!"
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 don't know that the human race has such a miserable fate, it is unsightly to look at!"
When the three of them landed on the ground, a martial arts master had already come forward to greet them: "Miss Jiang, quickly enter the mountain and live there, 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.
But now it is the place where the ancestors of the Seven Emperors, the three eldest sons of the Ten Forbidden Lands, the Saint Kings of all directions, the Great Sage and other top martial arts ancestors and masters 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 sides were lined up around, waiting silently.
These warriors are all the elites of the various forces. They are the last to be the most powerful, and they are extremely powerful. Moreover, there are so many people, but no one speaks, and even before they get close, they give people a strong sense of oppression.
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 after she fell into the sky and became a saint twenty years ago. These people were all beaten by her uncle. Only she and Li Chunyuan became true saints. Over the years, her father Jiang Wuying Shit always looked at her strangely.
Bite the bullet and approach: "Nvying pays her respects to her father, aunt, and uncle..."
Jiang Wuxie smoothed his beard and snorted, not knowing why.
Jiang Huan, on the other hand, 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 and said, "About uncle Jiang Yuqing..."
"Shua——"
Li Chunyuan, Chanyi and Xiongzhang, who were originally deep in thought, all looked at each other, and their expressions changed slightly. Everyone's senses were very complicated for Xin Zhuo.
Jiang Wuxie's face was slightly cold: "Why do you mention him? He's dead!"
Jiang Nuying breathed rapidly, and she couldn't hold it back anymore. She raised her head and glared at her father: "My uncle is still here! My uncle has been guarding the small formation in southern Xinjiang, which is 500,000 miles away, for nineteen years. It is still there today. Although there are hundreds of millions of alien tribesmen, Even after countless attacks, we still 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 various forces around looked at him one after another, 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 was opened, and Jiang Wuwei, who was lame and had his arms broken, also frowned and looked out. His legs and hands could be regenerated, but now that the human resources are exhausted and there is no news on the mountain, he can only put it aside for the time being. Watching at this moment Jiang Nuying's breathing was short: "Is he really still alive and still in Baizuyuan?"
Jiang Nuying choked up in anger: "It is absolutely true that tens of millions of aliens and hundreds of saints are restrained by my 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.
Tens of thousands of warriors from all directions were silent for a moment, and then suddenly unanimously saluted to the south to show respect.
"Ding-deng-deng..."
At this time, a white figure flew out of the Octagonal Palace above and landed on the steps above. It was Bai Xuanji from Tianxuan Holy Land. He said anxiously: "Nvying, Lin Hui, and Hu Jiu enter the palace quickly!"
"Go! Go!"
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.
"Are you serious about what Master said?" Bai Xuanji asked in a deep voice.
Before Jiang Nuying could answer, two graceful figures came up from above again, and both asked in a confused voice: "Is this true or false?"
It turned out to be Zhe Feiyan and Ying Jianying. The tears on their faces were not dry, and their 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, evolving into heaven, earth, thunder, wind, water, mountain, fire, and lake, and then descending. Shoot the human race in all directions.
At this moment, sandalwood incense lingers in the palace, and more than a hundred masters above the Great Saint realm are sitting cross-legged. Their auras are obscure and unpredictable. Murong Jingfeng, the Holy King of Yuheng, the second building owner, Tiangai of the Tianshu Holy Dynasty, and He Baiyi, the Holy King of Tianji , Yaoguang Saint King Li Shenqi, Ye Feiying of Ye family, Jiang Wen of Jiang family and others are 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 in the holy land.
They are none other than Wushan Qingsong, Gou Hanyi and Xuanyuan Sword Immortal.
The so-called "dating" means that maybe the people present are people from the ancient times or from ancient times, but these three people are from the Middle Ages, and 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 experts who are close to the emperor.
Frankly speaking, 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 clan. After thousands or thousands of years, the bloodline has become thin, even if there is some strength, luck, Whether or not it is a matter of debate, the inheritance of a group of people who are "dated" may be more pure, and the possibility of obtaining the true inheritance of the emperor is greater.
These three were also lucky enough to hide at the foot of the mountains in the Donghua Territory, and they met just in time.
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 "Duan 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. The masters are like clouds and the background is full! The Seven Emperors are the only Three Emperors who have come down from the mountain. The Taoist master suffered a hidden injury and has not healed for a long time. This time he has a battle with the Demon King and Shenwu Young Emperor in the void, one on two, the outcome is unpredictable."
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. , hard to get close to!
I tried my best to open a large teleportation array and contacted the Northern Hell God Territory. As a result, the exiled aliens in the Northern Hell God Territory counterattacked more fiercely than this region!
The Northern Hell God Realm is helpless!
In the great calamity of heaven and earth, there will be no pure land, and the human race will suffer. If..."
The Ye family, Ye Feiying, gave a bitter smile and answered, "If Jiutian Mountain and Sea takes the opportunity to attack, I'm afraid 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.
There was silence in the hall.
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)
