Outside Liangzhu City, there is an inconspicuous little lord's manor.
Outside the exquisite, almost kitschy, three-story white stone castle, the flowerbed is filled with black roses. The densely packed flower branches are intertwined, and the poisonous thorns, which are thinner than ox-hair needles, are intertwined with each other. In the dark night, the poisonous thorns still shine with a faint cold light.
The fist-sized black roses bloomed extremely gorgeously. When the breeze blew, the black pollen turned into a layer of floating mist and enveloped the entire manor. Many nocturnal insects flew silently across the flower bed, fell silently, and were silently corroded by the black pollen, leaving not even a trace of residue.
Occasionally, a few ghosts and monsters born naturally in the mountains and forests floated in the wind. These invisible and traceless spirits passed over the manor. Immediately, large black pollen rose into the sky, surrounding these monsters and monsters like living creatures.
Amidst the sound of "chichi", a few black lights flashed in the air, and the demons and monsters were corroded by the black pollen, leaving no trace.
Underground, the slender roots of the black rose tree twist and intertwine like a spider web, weaving a huge network several miles in diameter underground. A palace carved from a single piece of witch crystal is located at the core of this network, surrounded by countless black roots that contain extremely poisonous substances.
In a square hall with a length, width and height of about 100 meters, the twelve ruling emperors of the Yu Dynasty sat around a round table with solemn expressions.
Balaka, who had just returned from the Panheng World, looked at the other eleven people with a gloomy face, subconsciously playing with a sacrificial knife made of black bone in his hand. A gray light flashed on the blade, and occasionally it cut through the air and made a sharp whistling sound.
The extremely beautiful Yamo Chanye looked at Balajia with a smile and said softly: "Okay, Balajia, we are our own people. Although there was a bit of misunderstanding at the beginning, I hope everyone can understand that our The interests are one.”
"Including letting me die?" Bo Luojia looked at everyone with a gloomy face: "You should understand why I have been close to Ji Hao these days. It is not my fault, but you made a mistake. When you abandoned me At that moment, I…”
Biyani interrupted Braga: "Tell me a number, how much does it cost you to become our friend, our partner, our staunch comrade-in-arms again. Don't tell me that you are determined to form an alliance with the human race. It's too ridiculous. ”
Boluojia was silent for a while. He glanced at Yamo Chanye, Viyana, Emperor Sakyamuni and others one by one. He took out an animal skin scroll from his sleeve and quickly wrote a line of words on it with a charcoal pen. . With a gentle push of the palm, the animal skin scroll slid out along the round table and stopped at the core of the round table.
Eleven obscure spiritual consciousnesses quickly scanned the scroll. The group of people looked at each other, hesitated for a while, and then nodded in unison.
Yemo Chanye clapped her hands gently, and a group of pretty girls from the Yu tribe came out from the secret door in the corner of the hall, holding trays and serving wine to the twelve ruling emperors present. The group of people picked up their wine glasses, and with smiles that came from the heart, blessed each other with the complicated etiquette unique to the Yu tribe, and drank the wine in one gulp.
Wiping some wine stains from the corner of his mouth, Bo Luojia puffed up his chest and said lightly: "I know what everyone wants to know... In Panheng World, I witnessed the arrival of the Blood Crown Saint. The terrible war, very Terrifying power, but the final result..."
Spreading his hands, Bo Luojia said hesitantly with a trace of suspicion and a trace of fear: "I don't know what happened in the end. But since everyone has shown enough sincerity, then I must follow the Yanyue lineage. As a wise man, I offer you heartfelt advice..."
Raising his head and organizing his words carefully for a while, Bo Luojia slowly said word by word: "I met the Wood Taoist and the Hua Taoist... Our ancestors, the first batch of ancestors who invaded the Pangu world, they once easily Defeated the Mu Taoist and the Hua Taoist. Although they had caused great damage to our ancestors, when our ancestors began to pay attention to them, they were quickly defeated and disappeared without a trace."
Biyani frowned: "This is the record in the "Epic of Conquest" left by our ancestors. The Wooden Taoist and the Flower Taoist are just two plant life forms with little strength. They have a little strength, but not enough. To defy us.”
Bo Luojia frowned: "Maybe our ancestors lied... Of course, this kind of thing happens often. The history of our Yu clan is full of lies and hypocrisy. This kind of thing is inevitable... Or, we were deceived."
"Advice, we must face up to the power of the Pangu world. This world is not as simple as we imagine." Bo Luojia looked deeply at Yamo Chanye sitting opposite him, admiring that beautiful face: "I I saw with my own eyes that the Blood-crowned Holy Lords were ravaged and beaten at will by them... I even saw the arrival of the two 'Crown' Holy Lords."
The expressions of everyone in the hall became extremely strange.
After a long time, Yemo Chanye said cautiously: "Three Holy Lords with the title of 'Mian'? Came to Panheng World at the same time?"
Pragya nodded.
After a long time, Potuo Yuan of Xiyue's lineage punched the round table. He widened his eyebrows and shouted sternly: "Damn it, the Blood Crown Saint has been targeted. What happened next The two Holy Lords with the title of 'Crown' came all the way following the Holy Lord of the Blood Crown. The actions of the three Holy Lords with the title of 'Crown' cannot be concealed from the Holy Domain or from those Saints. We are in trouble."
Boluojia looked at everyone coldly and said in a cold voice: "Trouble? Yes, it's a big trouble. Not only the three holy lords with the title of 'Crown', I also saw the terrifying strength of Taoist Mu and Taoist Hua. The strength is beyond our imagination, and I can't even understand it... Let me tell you some not-so-good news, Ji Hao... his strength definitely exceeds that of the Holy Lord Mian."
Before all the ruling emperors could recover from the continuous impact brought by Bo Luojia, the manor above the palace was suddenly enveloped in fire.
Countless warriors from the Yu and Jia tribes commanded large groups of Dark tribe servants and spirit slaves, roaring and attacking the manor from all directions. Dense arrows like rain swooshed down through the air, heavy flying axes and flying hammers roared across the void, and various spells fell like a tsunami, completely submerging the guards around the manor.
The twelve ruling emperors secretly brought here all the elites of their respective families, the most loyal warriors. Faced with the sudden attack, they rose up to resist, but were quickly defeated under the siege of a hundred times more enemies.
There was a loud noise, the earth shook, and the three-story castle on the ground was destroyed by the fire. A large black rose was covered by the fire and quickly burned to ashes.
(End of chapter)