In the dark and deep bronze hall.
In front of the strange red jade altar, a deep purple space tunnel with a diameter of two feet and shrouded in auspicious light quietly emerged. One after another figures walked out of it. The aura of each figure was powerful and deep, far better than Zihuang and Zihuang. Two girls, Lingxi.
The ruby altar body and the space tunnel are trembling slightly. Every time a new figure appears from inside, the tunnel's light becomes dimmed and the trembling becomes more intense. It is obviously a huge consumption.
These days, there are human masters of all ages, men and women, all with stern looks and expressionless faces. After they came out, they stood in line and waited silently.
"It's great, there are so many Taiyi Golden Immortals and Daluo-level elders..."
Zihuang on the side nervously estimated the remaining energy of the ruby altar, and at the same time he was overjoyed by the increasing number of powerful Celestials. With such a group of high-end combat power in hand, his actions here would be I feel much more relaxed, and I am no longer afraid of the constraints of the Luck Palace.
When the light of the space tunnel flickered and the opening was about to collapse, hundreds of figures had already appeared in the bronze hall, of which about 30% were Daluo-level experts. This was far beyond Zihuang's expectations in advance. It was true. It was an unexpected surprise.
However, at the moment when the space tunnel was about to close, a majestic force suddenly poured in, instantly making the tunnel expand several times. A dazzling brilliance burst out from inside, and the terrifying pressure made Zi Zi Huang Lingxi was suffocated by it.
Two shadowy, erratic and towering figures emerged from the end of the tunnel, walking towards the other end step by step, their steps seemed slow but fast, and they arrived in front of them in just a few breaths.
When they stepped out of the space tunnel, the expressions of Lingxi and Zihuang changed suddenly. They silently leaned down and paid homage with the clan's great salute.
Because the two people who had just arrived were not ordinary Daluo-level powerhouses, but genuine quasi-sage emperors, terrifying existences that were close to the peak level of the Great Law.
Behind them, the space tunnel flickered for a few final times before finally turning into glittering streams of light and disappearing. At the same time, some imperceptible cracks also appeared on the body of the ruby altar. It was obviously caused by the arrival of many powerful men just now, and it was against them. The consumption damage is extremely exaggerated.
"This junior has met Emperor Baiyuan and Emperor Yuanxi."
There was a faint tremor in Zihuang's soft voice. The two quasi-holy emperors were a man and a woman. Among them, the beautiful woman wearing a nine-color auspicious clouds and starry robes was the Baiyuan Emperor. He is also the ancestor of the Zihuang and Lingxi clan.
And that middle-aged man in Xuanyi Taoist attire, who is burly, mighty, calm and self-confident, is Emperor Yuan Xi.
There are currently nine quasi-saint emperors in the Celestial Race. These two are relatively young and active beings. They are more attentive to dealing with worldly affairs. Unlike those senior emperors who are indifferent and hide behind closed doors all year round. Cultivating, nothing big will happen easily.
The two emperors nodded calmly and looked around.
"Get up!"
Emperor Bai Yuan's voice was as cold as jade: "Although the Taixu Starry Sky has been declining and dilapidated for a long time, some aspects still cannot be underestimated. Now there are signs of prosperity and the revival of heaven and earth's wisdom, so we cannot take it lightly. After the emperor After our discussion, we have decided that I and Emperor Yuan Xi will come to this time and space together to take charge of the overall situation!"
"This junior will obey the emperor's order."
Zihuang and Lingxi responded respectfully, and a big stone finally fell to the ground in their hearts.
Originally, there were only the two of them here, surrounded by human monks with ulterior motives. There were no trustworthy subordinates available, and everything was difficult. Now they can finally breathe a sigh of relief.
The two Quasi-Saint Emperors, who are powerful and at the peak of their fighting power, are enough to directly suppress and even control the Luck Palace, let alone tracking down those things. What else do they have to worry about?
Zihuang Yingying stood up, put away the ruby altar, and then invited the two emperors to take their seats. She and Lingxi stood aside.
"What is the situation in the Taixu Starry Sky now? Tell us in detail!"
A faint smile appeared on the cold, arrogant, mysterious and beautiful face of Emperor Bai Yuan, and he asked Zi Huang:
"I
A large number of treasures and many rare resources were stolen from the tribe's territory. Has the culprit been found? And the disobedient Jie Luck Palace. How about a large-scale cleansing? All those who have violated the law are punished. Kill?"
Emperor Yuan Xi next to him interjected: "And last time you reported that there is a rising star Qin Muling in a female monastic force called Yunmeng Tiangong in Taixu Xingkong, who was born with incredible luck. , if he is captured, it will be of irreplaceable help to our clan's grand plan. If it is indeed true, we cannot delay it any longer and must take action immediately."
Zihuang nodded and said: "Two emperors, this is what happened..."
It didn't take long for her to tell her all the information she had, especially the Yin Feng Yin violation of the Luck Palace and the situation inside the Yunmeng Palace. However, she didn't know much about Qin Muling himself. It was the senior officials of the Yunmeng Palace who protected him. Too strict.
Emperor Yuanxi pondered slightly: "If there is only one Quasi-Saint Emperor in charge of Yunmeng Heavenly Palace, the two of us can capture him just by going there in person, right?"
Zihuang said cautiously: "It's not certain yet. At least as far as I know, the last robbery operation in the Luck Palace failed because it was intercepted by the two emperors of the other side. If we act now..."
In terms of the individual strength of the Quasi-Saint Emperor, the Celestial Race should generally be stronger than the human monks in Taixu Xingkong. However, Yunmeng Tiangong has the home field advantage and is sufficiently alert in this regard, so whether it can achieve great success in one fell swoop, Zihuang I'm not completely sure at the bottom of my heart.
What's more, Qin Muling's suppression of Wushang's luck is no joke. Even the quasi-sage emperor has no advantage in this aspect, and one mistake will end in vain.
Emperor Bai Yuan smiled and said: "In that case, we might as well deal with the Luck Palace first. As long as they are tidied up first, their power can naturally be used by us."
"That's right,"
Emperor Yuanxi agreed: "When the time comes, mobilize all their people and throw them out as cannon fodder to contain Yunmeng Tiangong. We can then take advantage of the chaos and seize Qin Muling and evacuate immediately. This will kill two birds with one stone."
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Bright Moon Immortal Realm, the main altar of the Bright Moon Sword Sect.
Outside the sect's mountain-protecting formation, hundreds of thousands of high-level female cultivators from Yunmeng Heavenly Palace formed a large formation and launched a storm-like offensive against the large formation of light curtain below.
Mountain peaks more than 100,000 miles high, blazing meteorites, giant trees stretching from the sky to the ends of the earth, and ice balls full of spikes were quickly formed in the killing formation, and then fell from the high sky like raindrops at high speed, impacting On the extremely thick light curtain, layers of milky white air waves stirred up in the earth-shattering explosion, roaring and spreading in all directions.
There were also thunderbolts that were more than ten thousand miles long and shaped like ancient demonic dragons, hitting the banana trees like rain, falling in thousands, as well as terrifying sword energy with a strong destructive and murderous intent, and various powerful magical powers and spells. , also fell continuously, as if it would never end.
The unprecedented fierce offensive has been going on for several hours. Above the huge killing formation formed by the female cultivators, the Lihuang Nebula Tower, the sect's most important weapon, hangs high above it. The whole body is surrounded by a star rainbow, which is extremely magnificent.
Under its central coordination and control, the attack power of the killing array was increased by about three times, causing the light curtain of the mountain-protecting array below to collapse and dim.
At first, the Haoyue Sword Sect tried to fight back.
When the threat of abuse was ineffective, the senior elders who stayed behind formed formations and rushed out, trying to break up the lineup of female cultivators in Yunmeng Tiangong, giving their own mountain-protecting formations time to recover.
However, in the face of the joint offensive of the two quasi-sage emperors Xin Yu and Tong Ying, their counterattack was easily crushed in just a few rounds. More than ten Daluo-level elders were killed or seriously injured on the spot, and the Taiyi Golden Immortal-level elders He didn't even have a chance to escape.
After suffering a big loss, the remaining elders had no choice but to retreat into the formation and wait for help.
In fact, it is impossible to have support. After all, at this moment, the headmaster Lin Xuanyuan, together with more than half of the high-level experts in the sect, and the Tribulation Palace, have not returned from the expedition to the Origin Star Palace. It is estimated that the entire army has been annihilated. Therefore, facing Yunmeng Tiangong
Attack with all their strength, there is basically no suspense about the outcome.
In the distance, thousands of floating giant ships formed a formation, waiting quietly.
"...Approximately how long will it take?"
In the gorgeous palace inside the flagship, Qin Muling's gentle and gentle voice sounded.
"It won't take long, maybe two or three days at most!"
Beside him, the bright and charming Green Cicada Fairy fed him snowflakes and explained with a sweet smile: "This is without the two emperors attacking, otherwise this formation may be destroyed in just a few hours. It’s broken! The Haoyue Sword Sect doesn’t have any decent masters in charge now!”
"I think so too."
Qin Muling nodded. After learning about the victory of the Siyuan Star Palace last time, after repeated discussions, the senior management of Yunmeng Tiangong decided that they should not miss such a good opportunity and must send troops to destroy this enemy as soon as possible. Avenge the shame!
If it is delayed for a long time, it is possible that Siyuan Star Palace will attack first.
For revenge, of course it is most appropriate to take action yourself. Let outsiders destroy them. Although the final result is the same, it still feels a bit unsatisfactory.
So after discussion, Emperor Qinghuan stayed behind at the main altar of the Yunmeng Tiangong sect, while Emperors Lan Hua and Jing Lan were not here at the moment because they had to return to the sect to mobilize manpower and resources.
Emperor Xinyu and Emperor Tongying led the army on the expedition, and brought along the sect's important weapon Lihuang Xingyun Tower, and Qin Muling also accompanied the army.
This is a completely overkill configuration. After all, the Haoyue Sword Sect has no decent masters now. How can it resist the two quasi-sage emperors at their peak? Not to mention Qin Muling's supreme luck suppression.
Even in the heyday of the Bright Moon Sword Sect, they were powerless against such a luxurious lineup, let alone now?
During this period, the left-behind elders of the Haoyue Sword Sect sent many messages, ranging from stern threats at first, to humble requests, and finally to desperate pleas. As long as Yunmeng Tiangong stopped the offensive, everything could be discussed.
However, Emperor Xinyu had only one sentence: The Haoyue Sword Sect had no choice but to close the formation and surrender collectively.
As a result, the senior leaders of the Bright Moon Sword Sect fell into a fierce debate. Those who were in favor of surrender and those who were stubborn to the end were divided into two groups, and the quarrel was endless.
Although these guys all know that there is no chance that the head coach Lin Xuanyuan will come back, and powerful foreign aid is even more unthinkable. Now that the Luck Palace has too much to take care of itself, who else can it count on?
Just give up resistance and give up a great foundation that has been passed down for millions of years? Let your past enemies decide your life and death? This decision is really difficult to make.
"Personally, I don't want them to surrender,"
Qin Muling gently flipped through the exquisitely crafted art book in front of him and said, "It's best if they resist to the end, so that we can kill them all in a logical way. Otherwise, if we really surrender, it won't be possible." It’s so easy to handle.”
"Indeed."
The surrounding senior sisters all agreed that even if it was just for the sake of the reputation of Yunmeng Heavenly Palace, the forces that voluntarily surrendered should be treated with leniency and not be exterminated. This was the result of the tradition of Taixu Starry Sky for hundreds of millions of years.
The best thing to do now is to break through the mountain-protecting formation, kill all the official disciples of the Haoyue Sword Sect, and completely remove this supreme sect from the Taixu Starry Sky, which can be regarded as avenging the great revenge of the past.
"Junior brother, why do you like to see these things?"
Next to him, Mu Yinshuang, who had a demure appearance and an eccentric look in her eyes, stared at the art book in his hand and said with a blush on her face.
On the table in front of Qin Muling, there is also a thick pile of collections. Needless to say, these are the series this guy likes to appreciate most, and every issue is never left behind.
In particular, Qin Muling also tried to create his own works. Let alone outsiders, even the senior sisters who had a close Taoist relationship with him felt red-faced and ashamed after seeing the works he produced.
It's simply... so immoral!
"Well, I just like it!"
Qin Muling looked calm: "I am a man with normal body and mind. Isn't it normal to have this hobby?"
It is natural for young men to love beauty, and it is abnormal not to like them.
"B-but..."
Mu Yinshuang didn't know what to say for a moment, so let's leave it to others, but little junior brother, you are the Taoist Priest of Yunmeng Tiangong, a man who will become a quasi-sage emperor in the future, your status is so high and noble, how can you look at these unworthy things? The things in the hall are a bit too low-grade.
If it were spread, outsiders would not know how to talk about him.
Qin Muling disagreed. This was his own personality and he didn't intend to change it. Do outsiders' opinions mean anything to him?
Opposite, the beautiful and splendid Luhua Palace Saint Luo Qinghan leaned over gently, her enchanting peach blossom eyes stared at the beautiful young man in front of her, and said softly: "Instead of looking at these picture books, it is better to read Where is the real person! Junior brother, since you like the harmony of yin and yang so much, how about... senior sister accompany you to have a good exchange and discussion?"
The implication is that no matter how realistic the characters in these art color painting books are, they cannot be compared to real beauties. What’s more, the senior sisters are all one-of-a-kind beauties. They only look at the painting books but not the people. , isn’t this the pursuit of the last at the expense of the basics?
Qin Muling pondered for a while and said hesitantly: "But there is a war outside. It's fine if we don't go to the battlefield. It's ridiculous to close the door. It feels too unreasonable."
"There is no need for you to go to the battlefield, little junior brother!"
A soft and melodious voice sounded from under the desk. Su Yuanzhen, who was beating his legs for him, stretched out his head, pulled out a snow-white silk scarf from the towering front and wiped the shiny sandalwood mouth, and his beautiful eyes were shining. As if water was dripping from his eyes, he stood up and sat next to him, saying softly:
"As long as you, junior brother, are here, the luck-suppressing effect on the Haoyue Sword Sect will continue to be effective. This is your greatest contribution. You don't need to worry about other things at all!"
"This is also true."
Qin Muling nodded slightly and agreed with Su Yuanzhen's point of view.
