Golden Summoner

"Is this the collision between the kingdoms of Gods?"

On top of Pingshan Mountain, Lin Yi stood in his yard, raising his head, talking softly to himself, looking at the terrifying collision of fire and tide in the sky, his eyes shining...

The dense array that covered the entire Shangjing City isolated the collision in the sky outside the array. The people in the array, like creatures on the seabed, could only look up at Beitang Zhao and Zu Motian above the array. Two top summoners are competing.

There were millions of summoned creatures fighting in the sky above the capital city. Every second, countless summoned creatures died, but countless more summoned creatures continued to appear.

In the night sky, half was red and half was golden. Soldiers and warriors from both sides were constantly pouring out of the looming Kingdom of God and rushing towards the battlefield.

The collision between the kingdoms of gods is like two different spaces squeezed together, squeezing and colliding with each other. You can imagine the power involved. Because of the squeeze and friction of the kingdoms of gods, there are countless electric lights and lightning in the void. It was born, beating, roaring, and then blocked by the large formation in the capital.

In such a terrifying collision, those in the Nine Sun Realm may still have a chance to escape. Summoners below the Nine Sun Realm will be reduced to scum in an instant if they are involved in the fighting of millions of summoning armies.

Either one of the two people in the sky has the power to destroy a city or a country with just a raise of their hands.

This collision between demigods and the kingdom of gods shocked the hearts of every summoner in Shangjing City. After seeing such a battle, all summoners could not help but put themselves into it and imagine themselves in it. How long can it last?

Then, each summoner's face would turn a little pale.

The contest between demigods and being able to witness this kind of battle between top summoners is a rare opportunity for every summoner, and it also brings a huge impact to everyone.

Why can the Demon Lord provide such conditions for Xia Ping'an?

Kill Xia Ping'an, get an immortal body, sacrifice Xia Ping'an's blood, condense the divine wheel and become a god?

With such conditions, no wonder the Blood Demon Church went crazy and even Zu Motian came to Shangjing in person.

Ji Yi turned his head and glanced at the living room next to the courtyard. Just the night before yesterday, Xia Pingan was still in that living room.

If I were not the favored one of the Dark God of War, I could become a god by offering a blood sacrifice to Xia Ping An. Could I refuse such an offer? Would I not be tempted?

Under the temptation of becoming a god, what does a human life mean?

Lin Yi also knew that Xia Pingan's assassination today was a bit strange, but at this moment, even if Xia Pingan was still alive, the situation he would face next would be unimaginable.

In addition to the people of the Blood Demon Cult, countless people would want his head and blood sacrifice for him.

In this case, no one knows how long Xia Pingan can survive.

…

"In such a collision between the Kingdom of Gods, both sides have actually not exerted their full strength and are restraining themselves. Neither side has summoned a truly powerful creature. Zu Motian has not attacked the national defense formation in the capital, and the war in the Kingdom of God has not been affected. To the people in the city, Beitang Zhao did not trigger a counterattack from the National Defense Formation, nor did he summon the Dark God of War to come. For the demigods, such a battle is just a warm-up..."

In the Pengwang Auction House in Shangjing City, the beautiful Madam Xuan in a long dress stood on the balcony of the auction house, looking up at the bursts of bright brilliance and light rain in the night sky, her eyes were filled with shock.

An old man in green clothes stood next to Mrs. Xuan. The big words just now were spoken by the old man.

Compared to Mrs. Xuan, the old man's eyes were particularly cold.

"Beitang Zhao... needs this battle... or in other words, this battle is exactly what he is looking forward to..." Mrs. , and those people hiding in Hongye Villa to eat people, alas, it really gives Beitang Zhao a headache. The emperor who can protect the Great Shang Kingdom and Shangjing City when the demigods invade is the truly good emperor..."

"Not bad!" The old man nodded.

Mrs. Xuan shook her head gently, "Unfortunately, we found out a little too late. We didn't expect the Demon Lord to offer such a price to Xia Pingan. There must be a huge secret about Xia Pingan that we don't know. This secret , is worthy of a divine position, who can refuse it? Xia Pingan was assassinated today, and there are many doubts. I don’t believe he is dead..."

"The world of Yuanqiu hasn't been this lively for a long time!" The old man stared at the sky, "This time the magic door is opened, it may not take long for Zu Motian and Beitang Zhao to find the opportunity to become gods..."

"What do you mean, Beitang Wangchuan will soon ascend the throne?"

"Um!"

"What about this battle between demigods?"

"It will be over before dawn. Zu Motian wants to get the exact news, and Beitang Zhao will not expand the war..."

"I believe Xia Pingan is not dead yet. Can you always divine Xia Pingan's whereabouts?"

The old man in green shook his head and stretched out his hands from his sleeves. In his hands, the old man held a broken tortoise shell densely covered with runes and several ancient bronze coins. "I have tried two coins just now." Every time, the divination results were imported into the spirit world. All I saw was a gray fog. The spirit world obscured everything. The three words Xia Pingan were blessed with the luck of the spirit world, and they could Cover everything up, Xia Pingan does have a big secret..."

Mrs. Xuan's eyes were suddenly filled with shock, "Is that the legendary spiritual world you always talk about?"

The old man in green nodded slightly...

…

The battle in the sky lasted for most of the night. Before dawn, as a bloody light rose into the sky, the blood cloud covering the sky dissipated in an instant. Zu Motian, the leader of the Blood Demon Sect, had disappeared. In the sky above the entire capital city, Only the majestic and tall figure of Beitang Zhao stood tall, like a pillar supporting the sky.

"Long live……"

"Long live……"

"My emperor's divine power..."

After going to the capital in fear all night, the cheers of the mountains and tsunamis finally rang out, and countless people were moved to tears.

The crisis caused by the Blood Demon Sect's attack on Shangjing City was finally resolved by Beitang Zhao. His Majesty is still His Majesty the Emperor. He is the patron saint of the entire Great Shang Kingdom and Shangjing City. His status and strength cannot be shaken by anyone.

…

As the first ray of sunshine appeared among the clouds in the east, outside Shangjing City, in the void.

Zu Motian stood on the clouds, and the master of Jinyue Palace stood in front of Ye Motian. Next to him, a large number of Jinyuezhou Blood Demon Sect masters stood behind the master of Jinyue Palace, with their heads lowered and their hands hanging down. Like a group of good students.

"Then Xia Ping'an was assassinated in Shangjing yesterday?" Zu Motian's red hair was calm and breathless.

"Yes, this is the result of the Judgment Army's investigation, and there are many witnesses. Xia Ping'an was assassinated in the Inspection Office compound yesterday, and his body was not found!" The master of the Golden Moon Palace bowed and responded.

Last night, there was a battle between Zu Motian and Beitang Zhao. Experts from the Blood Demon Sect had already sneaked into Shangjing City to find out the news, and both sides were busy.

"Impossible, Xia Pingan is definitely not dead yet!" Zu Motian's eyes widened with blood on his forehead, mysterious and strange. He said categorically, "I fought with Beitang Zhao all night just to see where Xia Pingan was. I am not in Shangjing City, but there is no movement in Shangjing City. I searched Shangjing City with the eyes of the devil and cannot find Xia Pingan in Shangjing City. There is nothing abnormal inside or outside the imperial city of Shangjing City. It seems that Xia Pingan is no longer here. He committed suicide yesterday in Shangjing City. He should have faked his death to escape. Xia Ping'an must not have gone far. He immediately followed the water and land transportation in Shangjing City to trace it. All summoners who left Shangjing City should not miss it..."

Zu Motian said, waved his hand, and hundreds of strange bronze mirrors appeared beside him, floating in the void. Those bronze mirrors were diamond-shaped, slightly longer at both ends and slightly narrower in the middle, just like the ones on Zu Motian's forehead. Looking up, the bronze mirrors flashed with a strange luster.

"This is the magic weapon of the face-mirror. Xia Ping'an is full of tricks. He wants to escape and leave Shangjing City. He uses something other than his true face. But no matter what his appearance is now, as long as he looks at this face-mirror, he will be able to do anything. Escape! Take it, whoever kills the blood sacrifice Xia Ping'an, the reward of dominating the demon will fall on whose head it depends on your luck..."

When the Blood Demon Cult members saw that this magical facial mirror was available, they were all overjoyed, as if they had been injected with chicken blood, and each took a facial mirror.

"Go ahead..." Zu Motian waved his hand.

"yes!"

In the sky, except for Zu Motian and the master of Jinyue Palace, all the people of the Blood Demon Sect scattered and flew in all directions of the upper capital.

"Jin Yue Palace acted quickly and decisively this time, not bad..." Zu Motian looked at the master of Jin Yue Palace, his voice suddenly became gentle, "Everyone else has gone, why don't you go..."

"My subordinates are by my ancestor's side, listening to my ancestor's instructions at any time. I will be satisfied if I help my ancestor capture the blood sacrifice. If my ancestor can become a god, this is my subordinate's greatest wish!" The master of Jinyue Palace looked sincere. He said with a smile and saluted Zu Motian again.

People who don't know, really think that the two are biological grandparents.

Zu Motian's eyes flashed, and then he laughed, "Yes, yes, there is indeed a reason why the Golden Moon Palace can develop and grow in your hands. I saw the right person!"

"I wonder what the ancestor has ordered?"

"The members of the Blood Demon Sect from other states are also coming to Jinyue Continent and Dashang Country. You can pass my order and bring those people to see me. I will give them the Magic Mirror to help them find Xia Pingan as soon as possible. Complete the Demon God’s Order!”

"yes!"

…

The train is still running tirelessly on the railway.

At dawn, the two little "animal lovers" who had rested all night came to knock on the door of Xia Ping'an's room again.

"Uncle, uncle, we have thought of something that the eagle owl can eat..." the two little guys called outside the door.

After calling for a while, they found that there was no response or sound at all in Xia Pingan's room. The two little guys looked at each other and thought that Xia Pingan was going to the dining car for breakfast. The two boldly pushed the door open, only to find that Xia Pingan was going to the dining car for breakfast. There is no one in the peaceful room, it is empty, the salute, the birdcage, and the people are all gone...