The black mountain is not tall, not even as tall as the tallest hall in Yanhuang Palace.
However, this black mountain brought an extremely terrifying pressure to the perception of any practitioner present.
At this time, inside and outside the Dayan Palace, many people had been to Lushan and watched Yuan Wu fight against several top masters in the world.
As soon as the breath of this black mountain surged, the bodies of these people trembled uncontrollably.
This unique aura of ghosts and ghosts came from Qi.
Only the great master of the Great Qi Dynasty had such a black mountain.
The grand master of Da Qi had already proved to the world in the Lushan League that he was the strongest among all the grand masters present except Yuan Wu.
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The imperial study was shattered, replaced by the rise of Montenegro.
There is no vegetation on this small black mountain, but there are densely packed and countless tombstones.
Every tombstone is different, no matter in terms of shape or material, and they all have completely different black flames.
The black flames are equally gloomy, but have completely different auras in perception, swaying wantonly on the mountain like weeds.
Hou Zhongshu looked up at the black mountain, his eyes narrowed, but his eyebrows suddenly turned white.
He endured half his life in the border city of Yandi, and what he planned was today's situation. At this moment, he saw success, but suddenly Black Mountain was born. How could he not be in a hurry, how could he not be angry, and how could he not be old
Emperor Yan looked at him mockingly.
Looking at the sudden wrinkles on his face and the sudden whitening of the eyebrows, he said sarcastically: "You also know that you don't have much time, and my silver army will come back in a short time. What do you want to do?"
After his voice sounded, the cold metallic lights in the surrounding palace scattered, like tides rushing onto the beach, and finally turned into foam feebly, and were about to disperse completely.
On Zhongshu Hou's stern face, there was a slight irony and a fanatical smile instead.
He looked at Emperor Yan, shook his head seriously, and said, "I still want to try."
Emperor Yan sneered and said, "Try it?"
Zhong Shuhou nodded, and said indifferently: "After all, he is not Yan Ying. Everyone knows that Yan Ying is dead."
Emperor Yan stopped talking.
He has already sensed the changes in Montenegro behind him, and he knows that he no longer needs to respond to these words.
On Montenegro, all those tombstones began to tremble and sway.
The black dust and soil kept shaking at the bottom of the tombstone, and the cold breaths did not rush to the sky, but frantically rushed towards the depths of the ground that the practitioner's perception could not reach.
Inside and outside the palace, countless practitioners paled in horror.
In their perception, this black mountain has turned the entire palace into a ghost, and the invisible yin energy that pervades the entire palace has even made it impossible to use some talismans and flying swords.
Hou Zhongshu lowered his head.
His black hair also turned white at this moment.
At this moment, his hands were pressed to the ground in front of him.
A small and crystal-clear vajra fell from his fingertips.
In this imperial garden, all unbroken objects, including the white jade bridge that remained intact during the battle, shattered into thousands of pieces.
The several strong men guarding in front of Emperor Yan all spurted blood, and flew backwards uncontrollably amidst shouts.
Emperor Yan groaned, and countless fine bubbles appeared in the air in front of him, flying away, as if boiling in water.
When these scenes had already happened, there was a muffled sound on the ground in front of Hou Zhongshu.
When the tiny and crystal-clear vajra fell from his fingertips, it was as thin as a piece of fingernail, but when it landed, it had already become as tall as a person, like a crystal tower.
The sky was golden, and many streams of flames appeared.
The chill in the entire Yandu suddenly disappeared, and it seemed that the scorching heat was approaching.
Because those streaks of golden yellow flames are the real sun and real fire.
Hou Zhongshu looked at Montenegro expressionlessly, watching those suns and real fires swarming towards him as he wanted.
The Great Qi Dynasty, especially the way of ghosts and spirits of the Black Mountain, which was passed down only in this lineage, is the most weird practice method in the world, and it attracts the yin energy left in the world by dead practitioners or some powerful beasts.
What this kind of dark breath is most afraid of is the real fire of the blazing sun, so he uses the real fire of the blazing sun to break it.
In an instant, countless condensed real fires of the sun continued to fall on the black mountain like spears.
The black mountain was instantly pierced with countless holes, and countless tombstones were broken. Where the holes were pierced, no soil or gold stones were splashed, but puffs of thick smoke billowed up.
The true essence in Zhongshuhou's body gushed out continuously, and his whole body became transparent, glowing like a god.
Seeing such a scene, bursts of cheers erupted from the rebels besieging the imperial garden. Many practitioners felt that the yin that filled the palace was dissipating, and the haze in their hearts gradually disappeared, and their confidence began to recover.
Montenegro is dilapidated, and it seems that it will be completely reduced to thick smoke and black fly ash at any time.
However, at this moment, in a valley near the top of the Black Mountain, a low-lying shadow slowly cracked open.
A black-haired boy turned over on the ground and sat up as if he woke up after a long sleep.
His complexion was very white, almost transparent.
There was life in his pupils, but there was no life on his body, not even a trace of warmth, like frost on a tombstone in winter.
Because his skin was too bloodless and pale, he could even clearly see the blood vessels in his flesh and blood.
The blood veins in his flesh and blood are all black, and what flows is not bright red blood, but black flames.
The cheers stopped abruptly.
The boy stood up.
The black hair had grown taller than his body and dragged to the ground behind him.
His face is very young, and there should not be much difference in age from Ding Ning and others, but at this time, whether it is his black hair, his body skin, flesh and blood, he is full of a strange and powerful aura.
The moment he stood up, a black cloud appeared in the sky.
The black clouds blocked the countless suns that fell from the sky, and the most important thing was to make the sun no longer glaring.
The boy opened his eyes completely.
Not just the pupils, but his entire eyeballs were pitch black, as thick as ink.
Then he saw the Marquis of Zhongshu clearly, and stepped across the valley towards the Marquis of Zhongshu.
When he took a step forward, the black mountain disappeared, turning into a cloud of thick black smoke, gathering towards his body.
In everyone's field of vision and perception, this black mountain took his body into his body.
This Montenegro seems to be just a part of him.
In other words, it was just his natal object.
Zhong Shuhou's face also turned pale.
He didn't feel the breath of his natal object, but his realm and perception reminded him very clearly that this black mountain had completely merged with the other party.
Most of the state and cultivation of this black mountain and that master were completely adopted by the other party.
He didn't feel the breath of his natal object, it was just because... the method of ghosts and ghosts of the first master of the Qi country was completely different from any practice method in the world, and he was not walking the same path!
Undoubtedly, the young man he was facing at this time directly crossed the barriers of the Seven Realms and became the youngest master in the world!
His heart was beating extremely violently.
This is not in line with the theory of breaking the realm, and it is difficult to explain it with reason, but it is extremely true.
In the next moment, he screamed loudly, facing the young man who was coming from Heishan, he stretched out his right hand, holding a piece of broken and thin talisman paper between his middle finger and index finger, and swiped towards the young man.
The thin talisman paper issued an extremely terrifying talisman.
The world was cut in half.
Before this talisman, countless tombstones suddenly floated up.
Countless tombstones filled the entire world.
Countless tombstones were cut into two pieces and turned into black smoke.
But in the black smoke, a boy with black hair reaching the ground had already arrived in front of Marquis Zhongshu.
Zhong Shuhou's eyes narrowed into a thin slit, but a faint flame gushed out from the slit.
Right behind him, in the empty air, a shadow appeared out of thin air.
The shadow was small, a dwarf.
But in his hand, there was a very long sword.
This sword is also approaching the extreme, even no less than the sword light of Tantai Guanjian in the Minshan Sword Club.
In just a flash, the sword light stuck to Zhong Shuhou's waist and pierced into the boy's chest.
However, only at this moment, the faint flames in Hou Zhongshu's eyes turned into more shock, even despair!