"Boom boom..."
In the imperial capital of Qiongxiao, over the "Chongxiang Gate" in Nancheng, the clouds were thick and low, and thunder rumbled in the clouds. Colorful rays of light appeared and disappeared, and sometimes a radiant and terrifying figure appeared, disappearing again in the blink of an eye. The unknown wind and thunder flag is swaying, and the terrifying weapons are reaching the sky and the earth.
Suddenly the clouds swayed layer by layer, like nine layers of the sky, with figures fighting on each layer.
The top seven emperors are fighting against five, and they are in danger.
Below are the three eldest sons of Kiriyama and Qingsong.
Below are a group of Saint King-level ancestors from the Holy Land Cave Heaven. There is a gap between people. The mainstream ancestors among this group of heaven and earth warriors are definitely not comparable to the group of lazy cultivators in the Phoenix clan. Their grand momentum and powerful fighting methods are unparalleled.
Suddenly, the clouds covered it again and nothing could be seen clearly.
This is just a fight between the high-altitude alien ancestors and the human ancestors. To be honest, it is not the most important thing.
The highest combat power is only a few people, and they cannot really control the vast territory of millions of miles of human and alien races.
Outside the city gate, the fertile wilderness is thousands of miles away, and it is now covered by countless elite warriors from foreign races.
Under the leadership of hundreds of alien great saints and thousands of alien saints, the exotic treasures flashed and flags flew, launching the craziest attack.
Along the way, the mountains roared and the tsunami came, like the sea flooding in.
In fact, this is already the third month of the main attack of Wanzu.
The human warriors were weak, and most of them had been killed or injured in the past three months.
Five great sages from the mountain, including Jiang Wen, Ye Feiying, Ji Fengyu, Zhao Chunqiu, and Ying Ke, stood together with the great sage Chen Wentian, the ancestor of Zhenkonghai, and Xin Aotian, the master of Jiusihaihai, with blood on the corners of their mouths and a pale complexion. It is surrounded by the high Kowloon Terrace.
Nearby are the elites of the 70,000 to 80,000 elite warriors of the clan, such as Ye Miaojin of the Ye family, Su Miaojin, Jiang Wuwei, Xiong Zhang, Ji Pizong and Li Chunyuan, all of whom are injured and pale in complexion.
But everyone is looking up at the Kowloon Terrace in front of them, which has a simple and majestic shape.
The Nine Dragon Terrace was built by the ancestor of the Seven Emperors himself. It is located in front of the city gate and is 90 feet long. It is two miles long and wide and 99 feet high. It sits directly south of the central axis of the imperial capital and is connected by the Nine Yang Formation of the City Protector. , first pass through the entire imperial capital, and then use the imperial capital to fight against dozens of states in the world. It has the majestic spirit of an emperor that can overwhelm everything in the world, and the majesty of the Nine-Five Supreme Being that cannot be desecrated and coerces the world.
At this moment, there was only one person standing on the Kowloon Platform.
Empress!
Wearing a purple imperial robe embroidered with ninety-nine dragons, a golden haori, and a dragon and phoenix imperial crown.
He is tall and graceful, but the emperor is supreme and cannot be desecrated. Every move captures all the luck of the Daqian Holy Dynasty and fully demonstrates the power of the human emperor.
But at this moment, with bloodshot eyes at the corner of his mouth, looking at the charging alien army, his beautiful eyes were full of determination.
Raising his right hand, with a slight tap, the Nine Dragon Platform exuded the magnificent imperial dragon breath, and a huge map of the country, mountains, and country appeared in front of him.
"In the name of the human emperor, I summon ancient mountain maps and ancient land books!"
"Buzz——"
In the map of Jiangshan Sheji, double images overlap, and a huge landscape map and a geographical painting loom, as if they have emerged from the long river of time, and with the blessing of the imperial power of all dynasties, they go straight to the sky, reflecting the frightening light of Jiangshan Sheji.
The countless foreign races that rushed towards them were instantly burned and shocked to death!
"I am the first human emperor of Donghua at the beginning of the 100,000-year calamity. In my name, I issue an order to recruit the Nine Dragons to protect you!"
"Ouch——"
The ground in all directions shook violently, and nine thousand-foot-long white-bone giant dragons faintly appeared. They rolled into the sky and roared to the sky. The next moment, the white bones grew flesh and turned into nine real dragons, soaring and fighting, leaving nine deep ravines and ravines wherever they passed. Countless dragon breaths.
A large number of aliens died tragically, and even the alien saints could not stop them.
"I am the first emperor of the Holy Dynasty. In my name, I summon the warriors who have been fighting bloody battles on the battlefield since the ancestor of our race. Come!"
After saying the last word, the most holy way of the Emperor of Heaven, Earth and Humanity appeared behind her, which was a misty dragon totem.
The power of the Great Sage and the Emperor suppresses all directions.
"Boom boom..."
In all directions of the oncoming aliens, countless phantoms of armies emerged from the ground, war horses neighing, spears like a forest, and flags covering the sky.
On these flags, the words "Qin", "Zhao", "Jin", "Han", "Wei", "Bai", "Gu" and so on appeared.
This is after the dynasties were destroyed and their fortunes sank, they were forcibly summoned out again, followed by countless heroic souls of their own soldiers.
The prestige of being the first emperor of the Donghua Territory can be recruited!
"Woo..."
The alien race blew the horn, and one hundred alien great saints were unable to forcefully break these three orders of the Human Emperor. The warriors of all races under his command suffered heavy casualties in the blink of an eye.
The four people, the Niu Sage of the Monster Clan, the Great Sage of the Shenwu Clan, the Great Sage of the Wu Clan, and the Great Sage of the Ancient Clan, scolded gloomily: "Human Emperor Amaterasu will not last long, you sons and daughters, kill!"
Millions of aliens rush forward fearlessly, consuming the Nine Dragons, the Mountain Map, the Book of the Earth, and the heroic souls of past dynasties!
"puff--"
Ji Yaoyue seemed unable to bear the great pressure. She spurted out a mouthful of blood and turned a bit pale.
In fact, after forcibly breaking through the Great Sage Realm, in the past three months, she had used the Earth Emperor's technique of Donghua's First Emperor to fend off seventeen battles for the human race.
As long as the remaining millions of elites of the alien race in front are consumed, the counterattack that the alien race in the Donghua Territory has been preparing for thousands of years will be considered a failure.
But...it's not easy!
"His Majesty!"
Jiang Wen, Ji Fengyu, Ye Feiying, and Chen Wentian below subconsciously shouted.
After twenty years of fighting, a group of Great Sage Ancestors have long forgotten the pride of reaching heaven and the respect of noble birth, leaving only numbness and fatigue. The Human Emperor Ji Yaoyue finally fought her way to the Great Sage, fighting to the death, how could she not let Do they respect it?
"His Majesty!"
Behind them, Li Chunyuan, Su Miaojin and other 80,000 elites could not hide their sadness and all stepped forward.
The empress ignored it and still suppressed the "Jiangshan Shejitu", calling endlessly.
An hour.
Two hours.
…
Five hours.
…
Sunrise and sunset.
The corpses of aliens in the fertile field ahead were piled one on top of another.
The number like the sea has become sparse.
A group of alien great sages are extremely angry. In the eyes of the human race, they are vicious, but in their hearts, this is a just battle, a battle to get rid of countless years of suppression and see the moon. This moment has been waiting for It's been too long!
They cannot afford to fail. This failure means that ten thousand years of preparations of all races have been destroyed in one day. In the future, they will face the revenge of the human race masters to exterminate the race and countless years of desperate suppression.
In the future, once the great position comes to the human race, all races will have no hope.
This matter has nothing to do with right or wrong!
They coerced the boundless holy way and charged wildly, but they were always blocked by the barriers of Kowloon, Mountain Map, Book of the Earth, Daqian Holy Dynasty, such as sea dragon energy and the First Emperor.
"puff--"
On the Kowloon Platform, the Empress' aura is getting weaker and weaker, and the sacred dragon totem behind her is also getting weaker and weaker.
Her face was as pale as paper, and blood dripped from the corners of her mouth, staining the nine-dragon robe red.
"Ancestors, please help Your Majesty..."
Eighty thousand warriors gritted their teeth and stepped forward, their eyes about to burst.
"Help Your Majesty..."
The female officer Feng Shuning, Princess Wuyou and others had red eyes and screamed helplessly.
"No one can help..."
Jiang Wen, Ye Feiying and others murmured, yes, ordinary people are not qualified to set foot on Jiulong Terrace. Now the human masters are almost exhausted, and the remaining 80,000 people are reserved for the final charge.
This is the method established by the ancestors of the human race. Once the manpower is exhausted through rash actions, the human race will have no hope.
The empress used her own power to exhaust the alien army, which is what she should do.
"No one can help..."
Su Miaojin also sighed softly.
"Why?" Zhao Tong'er from the Zhao family on the side hissed.
No one knew that she had actually grown up with Empress Ji Yaoyue since childhood. The last time she went to test Xin Zhuo, she wanted to see what kind of man her childhood playmate had found.
Su Miaojin said: "Nine Dragon Terrace, the majesty of the emperor, cannot be touched by mortals! Compared with the empress, we are all mortals!"
"No!"
On the other side, Jiang Wuwei said in a deep voice: "There is someone who can do it. This person must harmonize with the empress's harp and harp, and practice the cultivation of dragons and phoenixes. He has no thoughts and no time in his heart. He can take the place of the empress!"
Such people……
A young master of the Ying family on the mountain said solemnly: "I am willing, just die!"
Also no one knows that this Young Master Ying has known Ji Yaoyue for two hundred years and has been searching for her for two hundred years.
Jiang Wuwei glanced at him, tightened the crutch in his hand, and scolded: "You need the destined husband in the heart of the empress. He has no time to think and his cultivation level cannot be lower than that of the empress. Ying Zhen, who are you?"
Young Master Ying gritted his teeth, turned a little pale, and murmured in a voice that could only be heard by himself: "I was the first emperor of the Donghua Domain back then, and I gave it to Yao Yue, so why not? "
Huh? Xin Zhuo!
Jiang Wuwei was startled.
Su Miaojin, Ji Pizong and a group of saints from the mountains and major holy places also suddenly remembered someone.
Immediately, they all gave a wry smile. Of course Xin Zhuo is the most suitable candidate. This guy has been married to the empress for two lifetimes, but it is a pity that he went to guard southern Xinjiang for twenty years. I am afraid that his bones are rusty now, so how can he come? How can one surpass the empress in cultivation?
"puff--"
At this moment, the Empress on the Kowloon Platform was vomiting blood again, and the dragon totem behind her was almost extinguished.
The alien army ahead has the tendency to break through the mountain map, the book on the ground, and the nine dragons.
"His Majesty!"
Everyone's expressions changed and they couldn't help but stepped forward.
The empress has reached the end of her power.
The empress Ji Yueyue finally turned around, with a hint of softness on her majestic and solemn face: "Everyone will die eventually. If I die, and none of you died at the hands of foreigners, please recover the bones of my husband Xin Zhuo in the future, and bring them back to you." I was buried with him. After two lifetimes of fighting, I got tired and wanted to lie down in that guy’s arms and take a nap!”
The empress is a woman after all.
"His Majesty!"
Eighty thousand warriors only have sore noses.
The human race is in difficulty, why is it like this?
Ji Yaoyue turned around, her face showing unprecedented solemnity and solemnity, looking directly at the foreign race, the dim dragon totem once again emitted bright light, burning true energy.
"call out--"
At this moment, in the distance in the direction of the East City, a nine-colored ray of light flashed over. It was as fast as a thundering roar. It didn't care about the Nine Dragon Terrace. It fell down in an instant and embraced her from behind.
"presumptuous!"
The Empress was furious, and the Human Emperor was so angry that he shouted angrily.
Who could be so bold to offend in a desperate situation?
Turning around to look, he pretended to shock this person, and suddenly he was startled. His beautiful cold eyes slowly turned soft, as tender as water...
(End of chapter)
