Ziwei Ancient Star, Dongsheng Shenzhou.
On the top of the Minggu Mountain, the palaces are rising and falling, thousands of auspicious auras are intertwined and changing, the dragon energy is steaming, the chaos is misty, and the essence of heaven and earth is swallowed up.
As the stars and clouds twilight, the sun and the moon disappear, the dusty and half-mooned Wujin Ancient Palace blooms with wisps of fairy light, shaking Cangming.
"hold head high!"
In an instant, endless chaotic energy burst out and condensed into nine thick purple dragons. The dragon heads jumped out and let out a series of dragon roars, causing thousands of miles of void to boil. Countless divine chains intertwined and covered the Minggu Mountain. s surface.
Inside the palace, a simple Tao map was spread across the sky, with veins as crystal clear as purple jade embedded in it. There were also some Tao marks and spots on it. The luster flashed and exuded a rich Tao energy.
Su Yu's expression was gentle, and he was sitting on the Bodhi futon. His hair was disheveled, and his body was like divine glass, shining brightly.
Opposite him, there is a delicate girl with countless threads of Tao wrapped around her. The noble deep purple emperor color and the deep dark night star color are connected with each other, and finally completely integrated into the chaotic Tao map.
In an instant, the avenue roared, with thousands of auspicious colors and shimmering rays of light. The tracks overlapped one by one, outlining mysterious and complicated patterns. They were as purple as agate, like stars twinkling, and the lines on them were illuminated by the divine radiance. Sparkling.
This is the bloodline pattern of King Ziwei's blood, which possesses the unpredictable power of ghosts and gods.
On the other side, Princess Yue Shi's face was pale. Although she had entered the second level of Sendai this time, there was no joy in her heart. She just looked at her sister blankly, like a puppet without a soul...
In the sky outside the hall, emperor stars soared into the sky, shining brightly. At the end of the world, a gorgeous golden cloud covered the clouds, shrouding the sky. Dao Qi lotus flowers bloomed out, shining in all directions, illuminating the nine heavens and ten earth.
Waves of Taoist singing came from the sky, like the gods, demons and demons in the heavens chanting sutras. Various runes were densely packed, and immeasurable golden light poured in here, rendering the place extremely hazy and dreamy, almost like a fairyland.
In another group of palaces, Yang Yi cast her gaze. She smiled gently and didn't pay too much attention. Although this scene was extraordinary, compared with the "source of Tao", it was like a river or a vast ocean.
Xiang Yufei, who had already survived the Dao-killing Heavenly Tribulation, smiled with relief, rubbed the red gold book with both hands, and continued to study the blood path secrets in it.
Behind him, the shadow of an illusory king looms, exuding a strong aura of death. This is the Ming Zun of the mythical age. Legend has it that he is in charge of the death path of nine heavens and ten earths. He is divided into heaven and earth together with Emperor Zun, the Lord of Heaven. Demons and demons share the same respect, and their status is extremely high.
As time went by, two rays of blood shot out from the eyes of the Death Lord, and his appearance became clearer and no longer elusive. He was somewhat similar to the man in green shirt below...
In the dark palace, Wang Teng's gaze was deep, and his third eye took in everything.
"Heaven and Earth congratulate you. Is this the body of chaos that integrates all the ways?" The black-haired man clenched his hands, and then slowly released them.
This palace is boundless, with countless void abyss connecting other areas. This is the embodiment of space magic, turning Sumeru into mustard seeds.
Through the misty sunlight, Beidi's figure was a little lonely, as if at dusk, all the void patterns began to wail, as if the heaven and earth were mourning with him.
However, this process only lasted for a while, and those dim lines shone brightly again. Wang Teng closed his eyes, separated his body and mind from the practice of "Qian", and then began to carefully temper himself with divine power. The Divine Sword of the Emperor of Heaven.
This Taoist weapon is very special. Without the ultimate Luangu divine power, it would be a rough Taoist weapon that can grow with him, and now it has reached the level of a holy master's magic weapon.
If the seal is lifted, everything will be different. This is another top-quality holy weapon with incomplete Ji Dao formation patterns, which is enough to destroy an area and turn the world upside down...
The black and yellow essence surged, the chaotic mist dispersed, Su Yu walked out of the golden light, and then for a moment, the traces of time and the shadow of time and space moved him to a vast wilderness.
At this time, the calamity clouds above Cangming were densely covered, and in an instant, eighty-one imperial purple dragons descended, with shining thunder light, the wrath of dragon roars, and the roar of thunder, as if they were going to destroy this world, and fiercely charged at Su Yu Hit hard.
Su Yu's expression was calm. He opened his mouth and inhaled. Dao light circulated, and three thousand chaotic energy intertwined with each other. With unspeakable changes in laws, all the Heavenly Tribulation Thunder Dragons were dispersed from their bodies, and then liquefied into the steaming Thunder Tribulation Liquid. Nourishing his body.
Facing the Thunder Realm, Su Yu strolled leisurely, raising his hand to disperse the sea of electricity. Even if two tribulations came at once, they could not do anything to him. The terrifying Yin-Yang Heavenly Dragon Tribulation was just a tool for him to temper his body and soul.
Then he entered the Heavenly Tribulation Palace alone. This time, there were only three humanoid lightning bolts in the ancient palace, which were the three enlightened ones who appeared from the Ziwei Emperor Star.
In an instant, the Human Emperor's Seal was radiant, the Sun God Tower suppressed the Nine Netherworlds, bursting out billions of rays of immortal light, the Hengyu Furnace suppressed the world, and the three ancient beings seemed to reverse the course of time and descend into this world again.
Half a day later, after a fierce fight, Su Yu's clothes were stained with blood and he walked out of the Heavenly Tribulation Palace. There were also three shallow marks on the Immortal Palace and the Chaos Immortal Golden Sword. The seal, the tower, and the furnace were simple and natural. The Taoism is full of charm.
The calamity cloud dissipated, and Su Yu used the Divine Phoenix Immortality Technique to restore himself to his peak, truly standing on the sixth level of the Dao of Zhan.
Today, his wings are full, and even if he has not entered the forbidden realm, he is enough to kill the great king with blood.
An overwhelming aura erupted, and Su Yu's body flashed with light, and he flew towards the Underworld Ridge in the vein of time.
Long before he went into seclusion, he sent someone to take his jade talisman to the Hall of the Human King and the Temple of Immortality, hoping to have a look at the ancient scriptures of the gods. However, neither force made a clear statement...
In the Wujin Ancient Palace, seeing that Su Yu had not returned for such a long time, Princess Yue Shi stood up feebly, and then held her sleeping sister in her arms. Tears shone in her originally smart and beautiful eyes.
These days, whenever she closes her eyes, she will recall the scene of that night...
That person was not the Divine Martial Emperor at all, but a person from a foreign land outside the sky. No wonder, she felt that the other person's eyes were very familiar.
Faintly, Su Yu's words were still echoing in the hall.
"Yue Shi, you don't want the Ziwei Dynasty to fall, so tell me your choice..."
Suyun's flowing skirt was slightly wrinkled, revealing some snow-white skin. The green-haired woman looked haggard, and her originally pretty face was alternately streaked with tears.
All the pressure was squeezing on her. She originally thought that the divine dynasty would be reborn, but she fell into the abyss, almost died, and relied on the hands of others for survival. This kind of humiliation made people angry.
Now, the lives of millions of descendants of the royal family and hundreds of millions of people from the divine dynasty are all in her hands.
She was very afraid that the other party would break the agreement and destroy the Ziwei Dynasty. After all, she had nothing in this deal and was at the mercy of others.
Even though the outside world is prosperous, the divine dynasty has ceased to exist in name only, and who knows the inner pain and sorrow of her "subjugated" princess.
"elder sister......"
Suddenly, the sleeping princess let out a weak cry. She tightly grasped the skirt of Princess Yue Shi's skirt with both hands, as if grasping a life-saving straw. The magic power of the Four Extremes Secret Realm directly crushed the flowing skirt.
Princess Yue Shi looked at her sister dotingly. She stroked Xing Gui's back and said softly: "Xing Gui, sister is here, don't be afraid. No matter what lies ahead, I will be by your side."
As she spoke, her nose became sore, feeling very sorry for her mother who passed away. Faced with such a disaster, even she was devastated. Xinggui was only as old as this, and she had to experience such a thing.
The girl curled up in the woman's arms closed her eyes tightly and responded softly. The figures of the two leaning against each other became more and more distant in the chaotic light and mist.
In the end, the turbulent clouds submerged everything, eliminating all cause and effect, leaving only the exquisite and elegant ancient palace for eternity.
At the foot of Minggu Mountain, in the palace, Emperor Ziwei was sitting in the main hall, accompanied by four imperial uncles from the second level of Xiantai.
Looking down at the group of cultivators from the Divine Dynasty, Emperor Mingdao frowned and said indifferently: "Have there been no response from the Human King Palace and the Temple of Immortality yet?"
The attitudes of the people below were different. Among them, the clan monks all showed dissatisfaction. One of the old emperor's uncles stepped forward and said in a deep voice: "The ancient ancestor of Shenwu has personally ordered that we will take back the ancient scriptures of the gods even if we spend everything we have. "
Hearing the word "take back", some old people frowned slightly, feeling that something was wrong. After all, those two volumes of ancient scriptures did not belong to the Ziwei Divine Dynasty.
However, the rest of the royal monks agreed. Prince Qinghe bowed down and said respectfully: "Father, I would like to go to Mingling to serve as an envoy to the Ancient Temple of Immortality."
Emperor Ziwei was silent, and he offered up a jade talisman with mysterious star patterns on it, which was bright and magnificent, blooming with divine brilliance.
On the top of the mountain, Beidi's heart moved, and then he stood up. He spread his hands and made a move, and a golden chariot flew out of the void abyss, as well as a set of black gold battle clothes.
He put on his armor, carried the Holy Sword of the Emperor of Heaven on his back, and boarded the chariot, with fighting intent rising in his eyes.
"Brother Ziwei, let me see the real genius under this starry sky."
Wang Teng was so confident that his body was covered in crystal-clear battle clothes, leaving only a pair of sharp eyes, which seemed filled with murderous intent.
A moment later, the golden ancient chariot rushed into the palace. Under the black gold battle clothes, Wang Teng looked at Emperor Ziwei with an indifferent expression.
"It's him!"
In the palace, many monks showed murderous intent and recognized Wang Teng's identity.
Although the other party had not killed the monks of the Divine Dynasty in the first place, the two sides were rivals. Since the Heavenly Saint and the Divine Forbidden Dao Slayer were dead, the Eight Forbidden Great Master should not be alive in the world.
When everyone was about to take action, Emperor Mingdao snorted coldly and said: "He has been accepted as a disciple by Emperor Shenwu, and he is the Beichen Palace Master of the Shen Dynasty."
"this......"
The group of cultivators looked at Wang Teng, and several of the princes had amusement in their eyes. In their eyes, the so-called disciples and the master of Beichen Palace were all talking politely.
Maybe, this once extremely arrogant Eight-Forbidden Talent has been taken as a war slave by Emperor Shenwu and is in a miserable situation.
When thinking of this, many monks felt proud, feeling that their whole bodies were bathed in the glory of the divine dynasty.
"What a pity, it's not a female cultivator, otherwise this prince would definitely take you into his room."
The eldest prince of the Ziwei Dynasty had some regrets. He had suffered a tragic defeat at the hands of Wang Teng and had some special thoughts towards Wang Teng.
After all, this is a top genius who can maintain the Eight Restrictions in the Second Heaven of Sendai, which is comparable to Lu Ya, Yi Tiande, and Taiyin Shenzi.
The news of the death of Taoist Sanque was concealed by Changshengguan, but Ziwei Divine Dynasty was the place where the incident occurred, and the monks of the Divine Dynasty naturally knew that the other party was dead.
Even if Taoist Sanque manages to survive with his remaining soul, it will be difficult for him to regain his former glory, and he has been removed from the Eight Forbidden Prodigies.
Sensing the covetous eyes among the crowd, Wang Teng's expression turned cold, his eyes were as sharp as daggers, and he glanced at the eldest prince, which made him feel so distraught that he almost fell to his knees.
"Don't lose your etiquette. The emperor has an order. Seeing Beichen is like seeing him."
Sensing the dissatisfaction in Wang Teng's heart, Emperor Ziwei frowned slightly, glanced at the eldest prince, and then said warmly: "Beichen, this time you and the elite of the Divine Dynasty go to the Human King's Palace."
"The Hall of the Human King."
Wang Teng's heart moved, and he thought of Xiang Yufei's exchange with him about the power of Ziwei Ancient Star when he had a banquet with him. The other party showed an intriguing smile when he talked about the Temple of Immortality and the Human King Palace.
Thinking of this, he took the token from Emperor Ziwei. Before leaving, he stopped and sighed: "We can't fight Lu Ya, Duan Muming, and Yi Tiande, and take off their heads and hang them in the Holy Spirit." On top of the car, it’s really a pity.”
After finishing speaking, he boarded the golden ancient chariot, led the black cavalry of the Divine Dynasty, and flew towards the Human King's Palace.
Everyone in the hall had different expressions. Among them, most of the Xiantai monks from the outside world laughed and did not take Wang Teng's words to heart.
They didn't know Wang Teng's combat power, but they had seen with their own eyes how powerful Lu Ya, Yi Tiande and others were. Compared with them, these three people were too powerful. They were like the eternal sun in the sky, emitting light that illuminated The entire Ziweixing.
The other monks who had experienced the battle in the imperial capital all looked forward to it, hoping that Wang Teng could defeat Lu Ya and others.
The eldest prince watched Beidi's figure disappear and murmured: "What a great man, he is worthy of being the Eight Forbidden Talents."
Seeing the eldest son's unabashed look, Emperor Mingdao looked unswerving, and sent a message from his spiritual mind: "Have you seen enough? Come here if you have seen enough!"
"Hey, what happened to your father?" The handsome eldest prince was still thinking about Wang Teng.
In fact, his strength is also extremely extraordinary. He stands at the peak of the first level of Xiantai and possesses the power of the Six Forbiddens. Although he cannot compare with those imperial geniuses, there are few people in Dongsheng Shenzhou who are stronger than him.
The two of them entered the back hall, and Emperor Ziwei took action brazenly. He hit the eldest prince with the Emperor Star Palm, crying for his father and mother, with a bruised nose and a swollen face.
After suppressing the useless prince behind the sacrificial hall, Emperor Mingdao walked out refreshed, leaving only the eldest prince with a miserable face twitching feebly.
He wailed in pain: "Father, I really don't have that idea. I even pursued Yi Qingwu back then. You know this!"
However, the ancient palace was silent. Only the portraits of the previous emperors were watching him silently. The golden crow fell from the west, the palace lanterns were extinguished, and the eldest prince was still in confinement here. The portraits and spiritual tablets of the ancient ancestors were cast a shadow, which seemed a little penetrating.
The stars were swaying, the moonlight was still young, a faint fragrance floated, the palace door opened, and the eldest prince quickly assumed a majestic posture. Only when the visitor knelt down did he know that the other person was Princess Yue Shi.
"Sister, why are you here?"
Princess Yue Shi looked sad and said nothing, just kneeling in the spiritual hall of the ancestors of all generations.
Seeing his sister's sad face, the eldest prince said worriedly: "Sister, what's wrong?"
However, there was deathly silence in the ancient palace. Princess Yue Shi was like a beautiful doll and did not respond.
The eldest prince was bored and stopped talking. He looked at the cold moonlight and then at his sister who was even more beautiful than the bright moon. For some reason, he remembered the unforgettable beauty in his heart.
"Qingwu, if I had Beichen's level of strength, would you still reject me?" The handsome young man lamented in his heart.
He remembered the scene three years ago, when he went to Guanghan Palace in person, but was personally defeated by his beloved.
From that moment on, he knew that he was not destined to be the most beautiful woman in Ziwei, and that her husband would only be chosen among those Eight Forbidden Talents...
For a moment, the two of them looked similar, sad and sentimental. They both knelt down in front of the portraits and spiritual tablets of their ancestors, as if they were telling their respective hearts.
However, the scrolls and jade tablets are speechless, and they can only watch their descendants weep and mourn, unable to do anything.
