"Heavenly official and Taoist were actually killed by him."
"Nine Dragons to calm the soul! Long Aotian's nine spears can be regarded as beheading the past and present life of Tianguan Daoist. It is a real Dao destruction. It is really powerful."
…
Saint Court Long Family, as well as some hidden powerhouses, also appeared at this time.
It's time for the real Armageddon!
"I want to fight. If I fight on this piece of land, my blood is flowing. Cultivating the sword and saving dignity. Killing thieves and winning glory. The Long family will not die, and the soul of the Long family will not die..."
Another group of Long Family cultivators in golden robes returned. They sang battle songs. They were originally hidden in the mountains and wild forests and kept their names incognito. Until someone handed a talisman into their hands, they all gathered. , to fight for honor, to fight for the blood flowing in his body.
Lord Shentian stood on top of the broken palace, suspended in the ethereal void, and laughed loudly: "Okay! Okay! Since everyone is back, it happened to be wiped out, and no one should leave today!"
With a wave of Lord God's arm, an invisible wave of air was released, like the waves of a tsunami, sending dozens of sage-level figures flying, and their bodies emitted a "Gacha" in the air. The sound, made dozens of wailing, and finally turned into blood powder.
Dozens of ascension sages have fallen, all of which are the elites of the Long family, and it is not easy to cultivate each of them.
Shentian Jue Mansion has many allies, not only those lords of the Sixth Central Dynasty, but also some big figures from other central dynasties, who also stand on the side of Shen Tian Jue Mansion. has an overwhelming advantage.
"Moths to the flames, today is the day the Long family exterminates their clan."
A lot of powerhouses are taking ruthless actions at this time, like the sword master of the Sixth Central Dynasty, a nobleman of the Twelfth Central Dynasty... They all have interests in transactions with Lord Shentian, so naturally they have to help Lord Shentian at this moment. Suppress the rebellion and help the Lord of God become the ruler of the Holy Court.
The emptiness of blood stained red is composed into a sad song!
"Moths need to fight to fight fire. Only those who die in battle, there is no soul to die in battle."
The children of the Long family have returned from all directions, some are hiding in small remote countries such as the Shenjin Dynasty, some are buried in poor mountains and bad waters, and some have established their own forces in other central dynasties, but they have all returned at this time. turned into a crowd.
Sing the battle song and die generously.
There is blood, liver and gallbladder in their bodies, and there is a sense of tragic and solemnity.
The half-sacred talisman in Feng Feiyun's hand will be completely cracked, and the half-sacred power is rapidly passing. He fought with more than a dozen strong men at the same time, and among them, there were even noble-level characters who shot at him across a void!
"Feng Feiyun, let me help you!"
A quaint pagoda flew across the sky, the aura of the Holy Spirit erupted from the pagoda, and chaotic rays of light erupted, and the more than ten strong men were put into the pagoda and fell into the hands of the female devil.
"Boom, boom, boom."
The Tianzun Boundless Tower was shaking violently, and the dozen or so strong men bombarded the tower, making a loud noise, and the tattered tower seemed to be propped up by them.
"Suppress me."
The female devil's snow-white teeth clenched tightly, holding down the Boundless Tower of Heavenly Venerate, and a terrifying devilish aura erupted from her body, which was continuously suppressed into the tower, crushing the strong men inside, turning them into pieces. For flesh and blood.
"No one can suppress me!" A gentleman-level figure shouted in the tower, and the Tianzun Boundless Tower immediately doubled in size.
"I can suppress you."
The devil's arm was slender, like white jade, and stretched directly into the tower gate to fight with that lord. In the end, that lord couldn't resist the power of the Immeasurable Tower, and was smashed by the devil with a slap. brain.
Too violent.
Feng Feiyun's arms were full of blood. He opened his palms and held a semi-holy talisman inside. There were already nine cracks on the talisman. Scum.
"It can only be used for the last time. The two bastards Bi Ningshuai and Bi old lady, will it take so long to go to the Holy Court treasure house to invite people?" Feng Feiyun's eyes were red, and he scolded, feeling that the two grandparents are doing business. All equally unreliable.
Feng Feiyun had just finished scolding, and above the broken Atrium Star, there was a splendid atmosphere, filling the sky, a door of light opened, and countless monks flew out from the ground, killing the garrison guarding the Holy Court treasure house. , and then rushed into the void, leaving only a rain of blood wherever he passed.
"The protector's family does things, but all those who are rebellious will obey the law!"
The Holy Court Vault opens.
The six elders of the Protector Clan walked at the forefront, all of them were too old to look like they were wearing white robes and golden armor, like six golden suns flying out.
Bi Ningshuai and Grandpa Bi followed behind the six elders, holding their heads high, their eyes full of arrogance, and they squinted at everyone.
"The Holy Guardians are coming, and you still haven't handed over the head of the item?" Grandpa Bi was afraid that others would not see him, and his voice sounded like a bull roaring!
An ancestor of Shentianjue Mansion was very disgusted with Grandpa Bi's arrogant appearance and tried to suppress him, but was killed by an elder of the Protector Clan.
Grandpa Bi glared at another strong man who was going to shoot, pointed his finger at the opponent's nose, and said, "Be careful with me, I'll take care of you later."
The strong man squeezed his palm again and again, but in the end he didn't make a move. After all, the six elders of the Protector Clan were too powerful, and each of them had the breath of a great sage.
The appearance of the Protector Clan made the elites of the Long family overjoyed. They have long heard that the Long family has such a heritage and is the guardian of the Long family.
The younger generation of monks are still very unfamiliar with the guardian clan, but those of the older generation have a solemn look. This is a generally powerful force, which has guarded the Long family for more than one million years, and has been ranked several times in history. Turn the tide and rewrite the national fortune of the Sixth Central Dynasty.
If it wasn't for the sudden disappearance of this group of people 30,000 years ago, wouldn't the Long family have fallen so quickly
Lord Shentian stood on top of the broken palace, with bright armor on his body, looking in the direction of the Atrium Star, and snorted coldly: "Guardian family! If you walked out of the Holy Court treasury a thousand years ago, perhaps this Lord still I want to be afraid of you three points, but now, even cedar nuts can't kill me, let alone you?"
In the treasure house of the Holy Court, an old man in golden armor came out, stood on the waterfall where the magma flowed, looked at the stars outside the domain, his eyes glowed with golden brilliance, his body continued to expand, and finally turned into a three-dimensional statue A tall giant.
The Guardian God of War held a battle axe and stood there comfortably, like a statue made of gold!
Lord Shentian's gaze was fixed on the old man, his tiger's eyes shrank slightly, "Quetaiyue."
Quetaiyue, this name is very unfamiliar to the vast majority of people present, and only a very small number of people still have some images.
An old wise master said: "Quetaiyue, once the first arrogant of the Holy Court."
"What is the first arrogant of the Holy Court? Never heard that the first arrogant of the Holy Court is a person like Quetaiyue?"
Every few decades, there will always be peerless geniuses who are invincible in battles all over the world. For those young people, they are naturally amazing characters, but for the older generation of powerhouses, this is not surprising. After all, you can hear a name like this every few decades, and it's no surprise that it's gone over time.
But for those wise masters, they will naturally write down this information and never forget it for the rest of their lives.
The old wise teacher said, "He was the first arrogant of the Holy Court 30,000 years ago."
"… "
All were speechless.
The first arrogance 30,000 years ago. Thirty thousand years ago, it was invincible among the contemporaries, how terrifying it would be after thirty thousand years
30,000 years is too long. There are many vicissitudes. If a person can live for 30,000 years, then his contemporaries are almost dead.
Not to mention thirty thousand years, three thousand years is too long!
The Holy War God said slowly: "I didn't expect that since someone still remembers my name, even myself almost forgot."
The Guardian God of War stood on the waterfall and looked at Lord Shentian. The two were thousands of miles apart, but they seemed to be close at hand, "Supreme God, what the Sixth Central Dynasty needs is stability and unity, only in this way the human race. Only then can you be stronger and resist the invasion of the monster clan. You should stop."
Lord Shentian said with a long and long smile: "What I want is stability and unity. Once I become the ruler of the Sixth Central Dynasty, the Sixth Central Dynasty will definitely be more prosperous than it is now."
The Holy War God shook his head and said, "But now there are many princes in the Sixth Central Dynasty, each of which is king, and even the evil people from the underworld dare to attack the Holy Court. Is this also called prosperity?"
"This is the Sixth Central Dynasty under the dominance of the incompetent Saint Court. It is precisely because I can't stand the current situation and the decline of the Sixth Central Dynasty that I can only stand on its own as the ruler and rebuild a stronger one. The Sixth Central Dynasty." Lord Shentian said.
The Holy War God said: "There's nothing to say, let's fight! If you can beat me, it's not too late to talk about becoming a master."
Although the Holy War God is old, he is still full of blood, and the spirit of war in his body will not be less than that of young people.
Although Lord Shentian has not recovered from his injuries, he is arrogant and confident and will not back down in front of anyone.
The monks around started to retreat. This was a semi-holy level battle, and the destructive power was too strong. The farther back, the better.
The Holy War God let out a long whistle, the sound was like thunder, and in an instant they faced off against the Lord God.
No one could see their war shadows clearly, and only saw that one of them stepped on the ground, and immediately trampled dozens of mountains.
Feng Feiyun opened his phoenix sky eyes, constantly changing directions, sometimes looking at the sky, sometimes at the ground, but still he could only see two shadows.
too fast!