Leisurely cultivating life

Chapter 821 - Emperor Donghua

Xuandu looked at the young man in the distance who was not at a loss with one enemy, his bright silver spear was flying back and forth, aiming at the enemy's vital points while flickering with cold light.This fight didn't last long.

With the last Confucian fellow being expelled by him, there are only three parties left here.

But Wan Jun didn't pay much attention to Xuandu, after all, because of the figure in the sea of ​​consciousness, he understood a lot of mysteries, and he already had some guesses about the origin of this little Taoist priest.

Anyway, the innate god position is here, and there are only three of them here, and a [-]% chance is enough in his opinion.

He raised his head and glanced at the female Taoist who was facing away from the fight just now, but she never looked back from the beginning to the end, as if all this had nothing to do with her.

After thinking for a while, he took a few steps forward, slapped the leader, and said: "Fellow Daoist, I'm a soldier, so be polite."

Si Ziqiong turned around, nodded and said: "Taoist Chunyang, Si Ziqiong."

There was a moment of silence, and the atmosphere in the field began to become a little dignified.

At this moment, a majestic and majestic force descended from the dark, immediately breaking the increasingly solemn atmosphere.

Wan Jun looked up, and saw that the innate god was resplendent with dao dao brilliance, and various visions appeared.

In an instant, his eyes flickered.

The next moment, a flawless jade bead appeared in the world.

Just looking at it, one can know that this is the innate god that everyone, even the immortals, are thinking about.

After a while, the jade bead flew towards Xuandu's direction, and neither Wan Jun nor Si Ziqiong made any response.

"Is that so? It's really a big deal."

The jade beads were reflected in Wan Jun's eyes, and he sighed in his heart, but also had a trace of unwillingness.

The moment he saw this innate god, he had already revealed some information in the dark.

If you want to inherit the position of the innate god, you must bear the weight of all spirits in this world.

In other words, it is to win the position of god, enter the list of gods, and become the god of heaven.

Although this kind of god position can obtain great supernatural powers, it is even comparable to or even surpassed by immortals, but as far as he is concerned, it is worth noting.

Without saying any more, Wan Jun watched the jade beads sink into the old man's body, and disappeared in the midst of changes in body shape.

As for Si Ziqiong, she obviously understood something, after sensing Wan Jun's figure disappearing, she turned around and slapped Xuandu, and immediately her figure also disappeared.

So far, the battle for the title of the first innate god in the Conferred God Realm has come to an end.

Not to mention how Xuandu led the old man with disheveled hair to Taoist Taiqing in a daze, nor how depressed the immortals of Confucianism, Legalism and Soldiers were, nor did they mention a certain immortal who was secretly contributing to the flames. Beginning to secretly plan the next step...

Not to mention all kinds of things in this world, the world of mortals is in turmoil, even the immortals who are detached from the world of mortals have to calculate from time to time.

All in all, the matter of the Conferred God Realm has settled down for the time being.

Players will accept tasks as usual, and the ancient history world will continue to operate as usual.

Everything seems to be working normally.

Of course not, at the moment Xuandu acquired the innate god position, all the original creatures in the "Shang Dynasty Great Heaven" instantly turned into nothingness, and the whole world began to become empty.

Time froze at this moment, Zong Han saw Yu Li who was talking with him just now disappeared, and then what he saw and even the whole world began to gradually turn into nothingness.

Until, he was the only one left.

Looking at the round golden ball of light hanging in front of him, Zong Han's mind froze for a while, and he just remembered that he seemed, like, he should have received some kind of mission.

It's just that the development of the situation in these years has greatly exceeded his expectations, so much so that he completely forgot about this task.

Just looking at this ball of light, there was a strange look on his face.

It stands to reason that he was being a salted fish the whole time and didn't do anything, so he completed the task inexplicably and rewarded himself with the innate god position?

In fact, Zong Han's first reaction was to stay away from the light group that should be the innate god.

No matter how weird this kind of thing looks, he doesn't think he has any unique charm.

Sure enough, before he could think about how to deal with this matter, a figure whose face was completely covered appeared in front of him out of thin air.

Although it is hazy and invisible, the aura that overflows from its body makes people want to worship.

Seeing this scene, Zong Han felt a little panic in his heart.

He only felt that what he was facing was the unpredictable changing time and space, and even the supreme will, the majestic weight that was pressed down by the endless world, which he could not support.

The next moment, I saw the figure stretch out his hand.

Immediately, invisible, a crack leading to Mingming was ripped open by him.

But before he could continue to move, there was an inexplicable movement of the highest air flow, and the crack was smoothed out in an instant, as if nothing had happened before.

Even though the figure was covered by a lot of brilliance at this moment, Zong Han could still faintly hear a few sighs.

And just when he was suspicious.

"Boom!"

A sudden sound of beating drums directly interrupted his doubts. The majestic and infinite sound of beating drums was mixed with shocking profound sounds, covering everything and becoming the only one.

In the blink of an eye, the world changed.

The next moment, Zong Han was already in a world that could not be expressed in words. Although he had seen it, he couldn't store the slightest memory of it in his heart, and there was something reasonable in the weirdness.

"Dong Dong Dong!!!"

The sound of beating drums continued, one after another, sweeping the world, and there were endless shocking profound sounds echoing.

At this moment, no one came to answer the horror and doubt in Zong Han's heart.

The sound of the beating drum became more intense and high-pitched, resounding through the entire heaven and earth, almost shaking the sky and the earth.

"Old General Ziyan, as His Majesty expected, the Emperor Shang was overthrown, and you came here right away."

Zong Han looked around, and saw a burly general laughing loudly in an endless army formation, connected with the blood and blood of countless soldiers, and frantically raising his hammer and beating drums.

The drum is about the size of a mountain, and its whole body is blue. There are various patterns of ancient seals painted on it, which meander and stretch, and are engraved on it one by one.

And the two giant hammers in the general's hand, the thunder light flickered, each time the hammer hit the drum surface, it shone with light, like the light of the sun and the moon, and at the same time there was a loud sound like thunder.

"Old general, you and I belong to the enemy's country. Today's battle, right now, is where your bones will be buried."