Xiuxian is like this

How could the majestic emperor of all monsters be extinguished with one punch, so how could he bear this kind of grievance.After thinking about it, even he couldn't wake them up. These monsters were destined to sleep in a dream, and none of them could wake up.

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After figuring out the key point, Taisu's unhappiness was swept away, and the avatar Sun rampaged, and he saw a frozen palace between the ends of the earth and the sea.

There is nothing special about the palace, the main one is tall and eye-catching, which seems to remind everyone that the most prominent existence in the world lives here.

"That's right, it's Gu!"

Tai Su's face darkened, Ming Yao didn't speak dark words, this spectacle was too conspicuous, it was clearly provoking him.

The majestic Emperor of Ten Thousand Monsters wants the best in everything, how could he bear this kind of grievance, decided to return to the Ten Thousand Monsters Kingdom and started to build wonders, vowing to compare this ruined temple in front of him.

He walked into it with big strides, and with one step down, golden flames surged and swept across the sky, burning all over the sky, and at the same time evaporating thousands of years of ice, someone intentionally and accidentally set the palace on fire.

It is understandable that water and fire are ruthless, even the three-legged Golden Crow occasionally cannot control the real fire of the sun.

Among the raging flames, a golden clock emerged, which came from the real fire of the sun from the virtual.

The golden bell is majestic and majestic, engraved with nine golden crows burning the sky and boiling the sea. There is nothing in the world except legs.

"Thank you for the gift of nature. This thing is destined to be lonely. Today it is returned to its original owner. Congratulations!"

Taisu turned into a three-legged Golden Crow, flapped his wings and broke through the barriers of golden light, and clasped the golden bell with three claws, wanting to refine treasures for his own use.

The congenital spirit treasure has a spirit, sensing the appearance of the real fire of the sun, thinking that it was the former owner who came to look for it, but seeing that things are different, her mood is waning, and the self-transformed golden light dissipates what Taisu left in her body.

The sound of a bell sounded like opening up the world, shattering the space around him and magnifying infinitely in the void.

"With personality, Gu likes you."

Tai Su smiled heartily, the three-legged Golden Crow wings soared, and sacrificed the great supernatural power of the heaven and earth, and dragged the golden bell, which weighed ten thousand, out of the void, and flew straight towards the frozen sky.

In the endless icy cold, the sky and the earth are one color, chilling to the bone.

Admiralty is still making the last resistance, the bell keeps ringing, every time it is lifted three feet higher by Tai Su, it becomes three times heavier.

"A mere dead thing, how dare you be arrogant and domineering in front of Gu!"

The three-legged Golden Crow fluttered its wings and screamed, offering the great supernatural power of Tianwuerri, and the violent will poured down, filling the entire golden bell in an instant.

The emptiness of countless years was filled in the blink of an eye, the golden bell vibrated and trembled, and the last trace of resistance was washed away by the scorching heat of the glorious sun, completely turning into the shape of Tai Su, forgetting the former master at this moment.

The golden light converges, only the big sun is across the sky.

Taisu held the golden bell, not liking the brand of the original owner, waved his hand on the golden bell and wiped it away for nine days.

There was no arrogance at all on the bare clock face, after thinking about it, he engraved his heroic and domineering three-legged figure on it.

"Nine is the extreme number, if it rises to one, I am the only one. This is the truth."

Looking at the image of the three-legged Golden Crow fluttering its wings and raising its head on the clock face, Taisu nodded in satisfaction, ignored Jin Zhong's self-introduction, and said to himself: "Yao Huang Zhong, a good name, it is indeed a treasure that is destined to be alone."

When he went out to pick up the treasure, Taisu was in a good mood, and swallowed it in one gulp. The day coincided with the golden bell, and his invincible cultivation base soared again.

He raised his head to the sky and roared wildly, turning himself into the sun, trying to wake up the sleeping monsters again.

Still useless.

"Stubborn, you deserve to sleep here to death."

Tai Su left with a cold face, today he just ignored him, but in the future they will definitely not be able to climb high, the Demon Emperor has ordered to expel these monsters from their demon status, and there will be no place for them in the Wan Yao Kingdom in the future.

……

Summer.

The Kunlun Mountains, the capital of the Ancestral Dragon Kingdom, the place of pilgrimage for the human race.

The contemporary emperor Ji sat in the imperial study for a long time without saying a word, and the royal families surnamed Ji who were entrusted to various places lost contact one by one, and the Mahayana clan sent out to investigate never returned.

If there is no information, there is no one to contact. I don’t know when, the country’s capital is isolated from the world, and he, the emperor, has become a real lonely family.

Emperor Ji smiled wryly and shook his head, picked up a memorial that had been on the desk for more than a month, and looked down.

Emperor Ji is an old man with a white beard, with yellow eyes, and a stooped and thin body. This kind of symptom is a typical sign that his lifespan is about to end, and his life is not long.

"Monster Clan, Luck Golden Dragon..."

"The Kingdom of Ten Thousand Monsters, one emperor and eight kings..."

"The demon emperor Taisu has unfathomable strength."

This is not the first time that Emperor Ji browsed this memorial, and he couldn't remember the number of times. Every time he read it, the haze shrouded in his heart deepened.

Internal and external troubles, the wind and rain are precarious, the building will collapse, and there is no way to support it alone.

"Big Xia is really going to die?"

There is no eternal empire in the world, and the cycle of birth and death is the eternal truth. Great Xia will perish, and Emperor Ji knows this very well.Even if there are countless human masters sitting in the town, their supernatural powers are no match for Heaven's will like a knife, let alone the unpredictable human heart.

It's just that Emperor Ji didn't want to be the king of subjugation, and didn't want to let the inheritance of his ancestors be ruined in his own hands.

Moreover, Daxia is the human race, and the destruction of Daxia means that the human race has lost its lucky golden dragon. At this time, the monster race has already appeared to rise.

"The fate of the country cannot be interrupted, at least not now!"

Emperor Ji took a deep breath, his turbid eyes danced with golden arrogance, the majestic dragon aura swept away the haze, and his mind and body, tired of political affairs, instantly stood upright.

"Big Xia can't fall, and Gu can't fall, luck golden dragon, let's give Gu a helping hand in the end!"

While muttering to himself, his thin body swelled and became strong, rejuvenated into a youthful appearance, with deep black eyes, and elegant and elegant features in his handsome features. With the imperial robe on his body, he was a little more majestic and domineering.

The image of a generation of Mingzhu is vivid on the paper.

The golden light passes through the top of the Kunlun Mountains and stretches all the way down. Looking down from a high place, the Kunlun Mountains that traverse the east and west look like a golden dragon that can take off at any time.

Daxia is the human race, and the golden dragon of the entire human race plus the Kunlun Mountains, one of the three great ancestor dragon spirit veins, how terrifying the golden light luck is.

In comparison, the newly born Ten Thousand Monster Kingdom Fortune Golden Dragon is just a small loach.

A dragon's chant resounded throughout the world, and Emperor Ji stood on the top of Kunlun Mountain with a sword in his hand, his spiritual thoughts flashed for thousands of miles.

Two golden lights lit up, like the finishing touch, making the Golden Dragon of Luck more lifelike.

Human King Sword.

People Wang Ding.

Carrying the luck of the Great Xia, the golden dragon, the supreme treasure of the human race, has been passed down for thousands of years, and has boundless merits. It is also one of the symbols of the human race as the protagonist of heaven and earth.

"When the emperor is in the world, anyone who destroys the Great Xia will steal the country and be punished. He is alone here and waits quietly with the king's sword."

The sound of Hong spread all over the world, people heard it all over the Great Xia, and when they cultivated to the Mahayana stage, they only felt that Emperor Ji was close to him, and the chill that pierced the bone marrow was like a king's sword hanging above his head.

At the same time, Ying Long sits quietly on the top of the 36 heavenly gates.

The great sun turned across the sky, corresponding to the fortune roulette formed by the heavenly scriptures, and the destiny was added to the body, and the aura reached the peak of this life.

36 Under the Chongtian Gate, Qinglong, Baihu, Suzaku, and Xuanwu stood side by side, looking up at the sun and the roulette, with complicated eyes.

In addition to respect and worship, there is also a bit of greed, eager to replace it one day.

Behind the four spirits, more than five hundred perfect immortals stood in the sea of ​​clouds. They did not have the ambition to become Yinglong, but faced the coercion of the sun and the roulette, each of them held their breath and concentrated, and chose to surrender from the bottom of their hearts.

36 The perfect immortals of Chongtianmen, including the four spirits, were all trained by Yinglong.

With the convenience of the tomb guards, the door to the secret realm was opened wide, and it was inherited from the ancient times, and as the two spirits of Xiantian and Yuanshi, it created this invincible army of immortals in the world.

Daxia also has a similar inheritance, and there are many immortals of the perfect level, but compared with the convenience of Yinglong acting on behalf of the heavens, it is far behind.

"Qinglong, I heard that your subordinate Xingxiu lost the Wan Yao Kingdom, and this time you lost three powerful helpers."

Bai Hu didn't think it was a big deal to watch the excitement: "Why, didn't you go to avenge them?"

"If you want to go, you can go, why bother to bark and bark here, and lose our identity as the Four Spirits for nothing."

Qinglong snorted coldly, the Demon Emperor was too lucky to be a golden dragon, his status and even his cultivation were not the same as before, he wasn't fully prepared, so naturally he wouldn't go looking for bad luck.

Besides, there are only three immortals, so there are as many cannon fodder as there are.

"Qinglong is right. Baihu, you are careless and underestimating the enemy. You should learn from Qinglong. Dogs that bite people can't bark." Suzaku stood up to smooth things over. Spray together with two people.

The beauty of Xuanwu Bingshan closed her eyes and remained motionless, she didn't even bother to watch from the sidelines.

"The time has come, the earth-shaking is now."

Ying Long slowly opened his eyes, collected the Great Sun and the Heavenly Book, his eyes penetrated through many spaces, looked at the top of the Kunlun Mountains, and looked at the shining golden Emperor Ji, with a modest smile on his lips.

"Ying Long, the Emperor Ji has returned to the light, and the Golden Dragon will return to the peak by luck. At this time, a head-on collision will cause unnecessary losses." Xuan Wu, who had not opened his mouth, said slowly.

Emperor Ji's dying person can't last long, so there's no need to fight him to the death when his luck is the strongest.

"This statement is true, but with the destiny added to my body, he is a human emperor, can he still be able to defeat the destiny?"

Ying Long's smile didn't fade: "I'm going to head-on to slay Da Xia's Luck Golden Dragon, and it's in front of him, at the moment when he's the strongest."

In a word, the destiny is mine, so why not be afraid of it!

Xuanwu said no more, Suzaku nodded in agreement, praising that Long had a great opportunity, and he was invincible if he got the destiny.

Qinglong and Baihu couldn't show their envy, but they were both sincerely convinced on the surface.

Ying Long took a panoramic view of this scene, smiled, and didn't want to expose Si Tiao's rebellious thoughts. It's a good thing for his subordinates to be self-motivated, otherwise the tomb guards would be so muddled that they wouldn't be able to reach their current scale.

As for the anti-bone...

If you don't have the belief to suppress the world, how can you cultivate a great sun, how can you be invincible forever!

If you want to rebel, you can do it. Like Emperor Ji, he, Yinglong, will be waiting on the top of the 36 heavenly gates.

"Let's go, don't make Emperor Ji wait for a long time, his time is running out, at least let him know who is going to cut Daxia's luck."

Ying Long raised his hand and pointed, and the 36 heavenly gates opened one after another. The chaotic and disordered space changed continuously, and finally stabilized on the top of Daxia Kunlun Mountain.

The black sky slowly opened to both sides, and in the place where the mountains and the mist were, Ying Long stepped out leading the four spirits, behind him was a large formation composed of [-] perfect immortals.

This formation is called Ten Thousand Immortals Formation, which Yinglong obtained from fragments of a fairyland. It once resisted the invasion of demons and monsters, and made great military exploits.

Although there are tens of thousands of immortals in the current Ten Thousand Immortal Formation, there are less than five hundred immortals, but it is more than enough to suppress the Kunlun Mountains and flatten the Great Xia.

Speaking of which, Ying Long is by no means a simple-minded reckless man. He personally disdains the behavior of waiting for the two armies to confront each other and pushing all the chips in one go.

Long before today, the platoons would disperse all over the Great Xia, pin down all the descendants of the Ji family, and kill all the royal families of the Ji family.

In less than a year, the royal families in the various regions of Great Xia were quietly replaced by the forces of the tomb guards. Emperor Ji did not disappoint Ying Long, and sent elite members of the family to investigate, and plunged into the trap.

So far, the preliminary preparations have been completed, and all the escape routes of Emperor Ji have been sealed off. Just cut off the golden dragon of luck, and the Great Xia Dynasty can be completely ruined overnight.

The fairy air in the sea of ​​clouds is faint, the rays of the sun are falling, and there are thousands of auspicious colors, and five hundred flawless immortals slowly appear.

At first glance, the gate of heaven opened wide, and immortals came to the world.

Those who don't know may think that Daxia offended Tianyan, which led to the catastrophe.

There was chaos on the top of Kunlun Mountain. Dozens of perfect-level immortals soared to the side of Emperor Ji to fend off the enemy. Their eyes swept over, and the sounds of surprise were endless.

"Fellow Daoist Hongyu, why are you here?"

"Old Immortal Baiming, aren't you dead?"

"How could this be so, why did you ancient people come back..."

The world of cultivating immortals is so big, even if Ying Long has 36 heavens and unlimited resources, it is impossible to create things out of thin air. The foundation of his life is taken from the world of cultivating immortals.

Hearing exclamations, Emperor Ji's heart suddenly sank to the bottom of the valley. He was in charge of the world, but he didn't know that there was such a huge force in the world of cultivating immortals.

What kind of emperor is such an ugly laughing stock?

"Your Majesty, the prince and concubine have been sent out, and no one knows where they are going, but...the empress is unwilling to leave, and guards the palace with her sword."

Hearing the sound transmission, Emperor Ji nodded, as it should be, he saw the right person.

Above the sky, Ying Long overlooked the whole situation, and noticed that the blood of Ji surname had disappeared without a trace, but he didn't take it to heart for a while.

Great Xia's luck is destined to be cut off tonight, and these scattered princes and grandchildren have nowhere to cling to, I'm afraid they don't even dare to mention their own surnames, let alone rebuild Great Xia.

Ying Long made an exception and did not kill the killer. He is not a murderer. He has been pursuing a higher level of realm all his life. On the contrary, he is very much looking forward to whether the fish that slipped through the net will bring him some surprises in the future.

No, it makes sense.

Yes, it couldn't be better.

"Your Excellency leads the group of immortals to destroy my luck in the great summer and destroy the future of our human race. What exactly do you want?" Ji Huang held the human king sword and summoned the human king's tripod to protect him. Lang Sheng questioned Ying Long.

"This seat has the destiny, and the great sun is added to the body. There should not be a Great Xia in the world, let alone a human emperor, that's all."

"That's all?"