I seized the Demon Emperor

The continuous drizzle suddenly turned into a death storm.

The old Taoist priest and the Prince of Nanchu shouted in unison.

The two sides, who had just fought to the death and vowed to kill their opponents, now joined hands to block the terrible rainstorm in front of them.

Although the rain of death falling from the sky was stopped, the troops of the Qingniu Temple and the Nanchu Dynasty had already fallen in groups.

Cheng Shuzhi looked at the old Taoist priest and the King of Nanchu Yuyang in front of him, and shook his head helplessly: "Why bother?"

The two people opposite had ugly faces.

The Tai Chi diagram controlled by the old Taoist priest grew larger in the air, blocking the rain from above.

The light and glory of the King of Nanchu Yuyang were all condensed and blessed on the huge golden dragon. The dragon roared continuously, rolling up the blazing golden flames and rushing towards Cheng Shuzhi.

Cheng Shuzhi looked a little helpless, but his movements were relaxed.

One hand was still holding the oil-paper umbrella under his armpit, and the other hand was stretched forward flatly.

An invisible wall suddenly appeared in the void.

The golden dragon rolled up the flames and pounced on it, but it could not break through the barrier of the wall.

The blazing flames kept dissipating in all directions, but it was difficult to cross the invisible wall, and instead splashed in other directions.

The raindrops falling from the sky seemed to be more dense.

Countless dense rain lines kept falling.

Although the Tai Chi diagram tried its best to turn around, it could only block most of them. Some rain lines still penetrated the Tai Chi diagram, broke through the heavy purple air, and fell on the golden dragon.

So these rain lines, like needles, kept piercing the golden dragon, causing the golden dragon to wail in pain.

It was already difficult to move forward, and now it was even more exhausted and unable to continue.

Cheng Shuzhi was a little distressed: "You two, Cheng admires your will and your strength, but my emperor will be here soon, and it is difficult for me to report back like this."

As he said, he retracted his outstretched hand and took out the oil-paper umbrella from his armpit.

The two people on the opposite side heard that the Queen of Eastern Zhou was about to arrive here, and their hearts sank to the bottom of the valley.

At this time, seeing Cheng Shuzhi holding the oil-paper umbrella in his hand, before he opened it, the two of them changed their faces again.

The old Taoist sighed and shook his head helplessly: "Mr. Cheng, please ask the Queen for me."

After that, he withdrew and retreated, the Tai Chi diagram resisted the heavy rain above, and left this place with his own Qingniu Temple disciples.

The master of his Qingniu Temple did not set out to come to the Western Qin Dynasty this time.

The Qingniu Temple disciples who entered the Western Qin territory at present all took the opportunity to share a piece of the pie with the trend of the joint attack on Qin by various families.

The Chu emperor was confronting the old swordsman in Zhengyang City, and the people in Qingniu Temple could fight with the Southern Chu Dynasty.

But the Queen of Eastern Zhou might be right in front of him, and he really couldn't hold on any longer.

Moreover, even if the queen didn't come, he and Nanchu Yuyang Wang joined forces, but they were not sure enough to take down Cheng Shuzhi, the "Rain Master" who was the second best master in the Eastern Zhou Dynasty.

In the world, apart from the giants, the middle-aged man who looked like he had rheumatism was also one of the few top masters.

Although the three people present were at the same level, and he and Nanchu Yuyang Wang were also the elders of the Holy Land, there was still a difference in their cultivation strength.

Moreover, even if the two of them won together, they would definitely die when facing the Queen of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty next.

Although they were unwilling to see the duck in the pot fly away again, the people in Qingniu Temple had no choice but to retreat at this moment.

Whether the situation could be reversed depended on whether the master of their own temple could come out of the mountain now.

The Queen of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty went to Xiqin, so the territory of their own Eastern Zhou Dynasty was inevitably empty.

Although the Eastern Zhou party should be prepared, there were loopholes to exploit.

The King of Nanchu Yuyang hesitated for a moment, but the people of Qingniu Temple had already retreated, leaving him alone.

The rainstorm that fell from the sky instantly turned into purgatory, locking him in it, leaving him no way out.

Cheng Shuzhi on the opposite side nodded repeatedly: "Master, you are very understanding. I am grateful to you. I feel much more relaxed now."

He put the oil-paper umbrella in his hand under his armpit again.

But King of Nanchu Yuyang was not happy at all, and felt the pressure increased sharply.

A Nanchu warrior shouted: "We are willing to retreat too!"

Cheng Shuzhi sighed: "It's too late."

As if to verify his words, everyone was shocked and looked at the distant horizon.

It seemed that there was a moving hill approaching this side.

It was clearly a huge green bull with four hooves emitting fire, dragging a huge bullock cart, traveling through the mountains and fields.

The seemingly simple oxcart suffocated all the people in Nanchu.

Dongzhou and Nanchu had been fighting each other for many years and had constant conflicts.

They were naturally very familiar with this oxcart and knew what it meant.

"My emperor has arrived. Cheng must report back with some harvest. Old Cheng, I'm sorry." Cheng Shuzhi said, clenching his hand in the air.

The dark rain clouds above suddenly fell.

Along with the heavy rain, continuous thunder sounded and turned into a piece.

Countless lightning fell from the black clouds, as if replacing the rain, turning into a heavy rain of thunder and lightning, bombarding Nanchu people including King Yuyang.

Facing such a violent attack, Nanchu warriors fell in groups.

King Yuyang stood up and his whole body was shining brightly, but he could only protect the limited range around him.

And outside the protection of the bright light, he could only watch the outside world turn into a Shura field of thunder and lightning.

Cheng Shuzhi moved his aching joints, stepped forward in the air, rushed to the front of King Yuyang of Nanchu, and reached out to grab the golden sea of ​​fire.

Although the thunderstorm could not extinguish the golden flames, it successfully dispersed the sea of ​​fire, making it easier for Cheng Shuzhi to drive straight in.

Under the rain clouds, in the lightning and thunder, it seemed that a huge golden dragon roared in pain, lost its dignity, and tried to escape into the distance.

But under the flickering lightning, it seemed that there was a huge ghost god who looked like a human but not a human, grabbing the golden dragon with both arms, standing between heaven and earth in the posture of capturing a dragon.

The roars of both sides were earth-shaking, covering the continuous thunder and explosions.

The huge ox cart like a hill ignored it and kept moving forward at its own pace.

The rain clouds that covered the sky and the sun were constantly moving, as if they had deliberately made way for the ox cart.

The oxcart completely ignored the battle on the side and drove forward on its own.

After a while, the thunder that had fallen to the side and rear stopped.

Then the black cloud with light rain moved quickly and caught up with the moving oxcart.

Cheng Shuzhi held the oil-paper umbrella under his armpit, sat down in front of the car again, and drove the oxcart.

"So slow."

The man in the car said while peeling walnuts and throwing the walnut kernels into his mouth.

Cheng Shuzhi drove while gently pounding his shoulders, smiling bitterly and said: "I'm old, I haven't moved for too long, and my body is getting more and more rusty."

"If you always think of yourself as an old man in your heart, then you are really old." The voice in the car said: "Learn more from me, baby is only six years old this year."

Cheng Shuzhi rolled his eyes helplessly: "Yes, Your Majesty, you are always six years old."

The oxcart traveled all the way across the land of Western Qin and drove towards Zhengyang City.

On the road, masters of all kinds can be seen everywhere, almost in a crisscross state, fighting for various important places in Western Qin, with both sides winning and losing.

But no one can stop the ox cart from moving forward.

The closer to the Western Qin imperial capital Zhengyang City, similar battles are becoming less and less.

After crossing a certain boundary, the forces of all parties disappear in an instant, and the territory belonging to Western Qin in front of them returns to a peaceful and tranquil state. Compared with before, it seems to be two worlds.

But as the ox cart continues to move, the atmosphere becomes depressing again.

Although there is no war scene with flames, there seems to be an invisible momentum in the air, making the whole world seem to be frozen.

This may be the reason why no more people dare to set foot here.

As the ox cart moves forward, a majestic city appears on the horizon in the distance.

It is the Western Qin imperial capital, Zhengyang City.

Above Zhengyang City, the city defense formation is silently running.

And above the sky, the first thing that catches the eye is a huge innate Bagua diagram that is even larger than the Zhengyang City defense formation.

Above the Bagua map, there is a terrifying sea of ​​blood that covers the sky and the sun.

Next to the sea of ​​blood, there is a shining pure golden sea of ​​fire, and in the sea of ​​fire, a golden dragon is constantly rising and raging.

No matter the momentum or scale, it is much more magnificent than the one that King Yuyang of Nanchu had transformed before.

There is another dark golden god and demon that seems to stand upright in the sea of ​​blood, standing alone, like a giant god supporting the sky.

On the side of the Xiantian Bagua map, there is a long river of heaven extending out, and there is also a golden statue of Bodhisattva standing.

The two sides are in a silent confrontation.

Until the ox cart appears.

The voice of Jiang Yi, the leader of the Red Dust Ancient God Cult, came from the dark golden god and demon: "The queen has come out of retreat, which is a good thing."

For the attacking Qin side, this is a variable that no one wants to see.

The people in the car came out of retreat earlier than everyone expected.

The only uncertain question now is whether the other party broke through the retreat in advance or succeeded.

"Master Jiang, you are too polite."

As the voice sounded, a woman came out of the ox cart and stood on the back of the ox.

Her attire was relatively simple. Although it was also elegant and luxurious, it was much simpler than that of the King of Chu and the Emperor of Western Qin.

It was not a royal dress, but rather a common dress in the deep palace.

She was of medium height and had beautiful eyebrows and eyes.

She looked younger than her actual age, only a girl of fifteen or sixteen years old.

But at this moment, no one in Zhengyang City would look down on her.

Whether it was the leader of the Ancient God Cult who had just spoken, or the famous Blood River Patriarch, or the Emperor of Southern Chu who also ruled the vast world, they all looked at the girl on the back of the green ox cautiously.

The girl came out of the car, without looking at others, and first looked at the Tianhe River, and bowed: "Old Yun."

In the Tianhe River, the old sword fairy smiled: "Ruotong is here."

In the camp guarding the Western Qin side, Mr. Tianji and Abbot Puhui of Xiaoxitian were also silently looking at the girl at this time.

To some extent, the other party can almost be regarded as the most legendary person in the world today, or at least one of the most legendary people.

The youngest giant and powerful person in the history of the Red Dust World.

The Queen, Xu Ruotong.