Projection of heavens

After the Middle Ages, the demon clan dominated the vast world, and even the human clan, the celestial clan, the Shura clan, the Shenfeng clan and other major clans had to retreat.

Not to mention a small clan in the endless sea?

Niu Qingtian, who was born after the Middle Ages, is the strongest among the tens of billions of descendants of the Holy Ox King, and the nominal controller of this great demon country.

"Your Majesty is so powerful that he killed the high priest of the human race in one battle. Even if many small tribes do not completely surrender to us, they may not dare to surrender to the human race. If we take action, we will force them to surrender to the human race."

The giant cow lay down, its tail swayed, and said in a loud voice:

"It's still not good to take action without permission, it's not good."

The giant bull was lying on the edge of the cliff, overlooking the rolling sea of ​​clouds, and did not agree with what Niu Qingtian said.

In the final analysis, the fate of the vastness and the outcome of the war cannot be controlled by a few small tribes. What really determines all this is the confrontation between the seventy-two great saints of the demon clan, the demon emperor and the human emperor and prince.

"Niu Batian, you have become more and more timid after returning from the Realm of Ten Thousand Monsters."

Niu Qingtian snorted coldly, a hint of darkness flashed in his eyes.

The Realm of Ten Thousand Demons is the collective name for the countless demon realms in the Immortal Monument of the Emperor. Time flows at different speeds within it. Ten thousand years of practice within it is only equivalent to one day.

Many of the geniuses of the demon clan, and even many great saints of the demon clan, also practice in it.

In fact, many large clans also have similar Cave Heaven Blessed Lands for future generations to practice.

After all, the vastness of time and space can be touched but cannot be changed.

However, most of them are not as capable as the human race in crossing the heavens.

This time Niu Batian returned from the Realm of Ten Thousand Monsters. Not only did his cultivation level increase greatly, but his personality also changed dramatically.

It is not easy to use it as before.

"Brother Qingtian, you haven't been to the Realm of Ten Thousand Demons for a long time! The feeling of being in charge of a country and having trillions of creatures at your fingertips is so wonderful, but it makes you forget that the reason why our demon clan can dominate the vast world is not because There is strength in numbers, but His Majesty’s unparalleled divine power.”

Niu Batian snorted, causing the clouds to disperse in the sky:

“Only when all great power is attributed to oneself is the foundation of our existence!”

"Are you lecturing me?!"

Niu Qingtian suddenly turned around, his eyes flashed, and his words were extremely cold.

The two cows looked at each other, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

The Holy Ox King is always strong and strong, with tens of billions of descendants. They can stand out among tens of billions of monsters. Naturally, these two cows are not only the oldest.

In fact, among the demon clan, there has never been a saying that one is big or small based on years and months.

"My little brother doesn't dare."

After a moment, Niu Batian shook his head slightly and exhaled like thunder: "I'm just admonishing brother."

"Hahaha!"

Niu Qingtian suddenly laughed, with a sarcastic tone:

"Do you know why I don't enter the realm of monsters?"

Niu Batian was stunned.

The places for cultivation in the Emperor's Immortal Monument are quite precious. Ordinary monsters are naturally not qualified to enter and practice there, but Niu Qingtian is naturally not unqualified.

He just thought that his eldest brother was obsessed with power and had just ignored his cultivation.

Could it be that there is a hidden secret in it?

"I was born at the end of the Middle Ages. I entered the realm of ten thousand demons several times. I don't know whether it was hundreds of millions or billions of years of practice. I started practicing in one realm until the end of the realm, and only then did I achieve half-step of innateness! , I have never entered it again, do you know why?"

Niu Qingtian didn't hide anything, he spoke directly, the sound wave vibrated, deafening:

"Is there such a thing as the sacred achievement of hard work in the world?! The seventy-two great saints of our demon clan, and even the supreme demon emperor, all achieved their achievements in the midst of great disasters! If there is no chance, in another billion years, Even in tens of billions of years, you and I can’t achieve innateness!”

"In the Middle Ages, when thousands of races competed, many saints were born. After the Middle Ages, even though our demon clan dominated the vast world, none of the saints achieved success, because it was too comfortable!"

"If there is no great momentum, how can we achieve sacredness?"

Niu Qing's weather was strong and soared into the sky, and the sea of ​​shaking clouds couldn't help churning.

“Only in great tribulations will the divine emerge.”

Niu Batian trembled, stood up, and breathed quickly: "Brother, what you mean is"

"I decided to stir up the storm, not only for the sake of the demon clan, but also for myself."

Niu Qingtian spoke slowly, his breath falling back:

"You say that small tribes are not worthy of attention, but you don't know that when we, the demon tribe, dominated the human race, we were just a small tribe!"

"Brother, you really dare to be the first in the world."

Niu Batian exclaimed in admiration, as if he was sincerely convinced: "I will always follow the lead of my eldest brother."

His high head lowered, hiding a trace of solemnity in his eyes.

I, on the other hand, underestimated Niu Qingtian.

Niu Qingtian would never have said these words if he hadn't tempered his temperament in the world of monsters and no longer acted as recklessly as before.

"If not, how can I get ahead?"

Niu Qingtian gently patted the giant bull's shoulder and said:

"If we grasp the general trend, maybe we will have a chance."

"yes."

Niu Batian nodded and asked, "What should we do?"

"The Sea Dragon Clan has a sacred authority. Even though it is a small clan, it cannot be neglected. Let's start with other small clans first. Under the gathering of sand to form a tower, the Sea Dragon Clan must bow its head under the general trend even though it has a sacred power."

Niu Qingtian's eyes were deep, looking through the endless sea of ​​clouds to the vast continent at the end of the endless sea.

In other words, several cities on the frontier of the human race's territory.

Jinghai City, Sifang City, Dingyu City and Xiaoyao City

Xiaoyao City is located on the edge of the human territory, adjacent to the Endless Sea. It stands on the border with the large human cities that belong to the former Shengwu Kingdom. At this time, the Holy Pan Kingdom stands in opposition to the demon kingdom ruled by the Holy Ox King across the sea.

The original Xiaoyao City was not big, with a population of less than one billion and an army of only a few hundred thousand. Looking at it, the Yanhuang Dynasty was very insignificant.

But after Gu Shaoshang became the Holy Plate King and succeeded to the position of High Priest, this city also skyrocketed and became a huge city with a population of tens of billions, an army of hundreds of millions, and strong people gathered.

Every day, countless warriors come to Xiaoyao City to make pilgrimages and settle here.

Gao Jinyang, the new lord of Xiaoyao City, is very busy, and the banquet lasts for ten thousand years!

"Close the door, close the door!"

On this day, after sending a certain marquis away, the new city lord Gao Jinyang waved his hands rather irritably:

"From today onwards, this city will be in seclusion and no more guests will be seen!"

"I'm afraid it won't work."

Dressed in red, the graceful Yu Hongyi responded with a serious smile:

"A few days later, Marquis Sifang came to visit with his son Qingyi Marquis Fanglin. Although Marquis Sifang is not as prestigious as Marquis Jinghai, he is one of the two marquises and cannot be neglected."

"Marquis of Sifang, Marquis of Qingyi!"

Gao Jinyang kneaded his temples, and there were two more marquises.

Ten thousand years ago, when Gu Shaoshang was consecrated as the Holy Pan King and succeeded as the High Priest, the reputation of Xiaoyao City has been resounding throughout the sky!

Especially since the three dynasties merged into one, the princes of Dihuang and Manghuang dynasties were also curious about this legendary high priest.

Over the past ten thousand years, Gao Jinyang has met countless princes!

"These princes are here to meet the boss."

Gao Jinyang sighed and spoke.

But before she finished speaking, Yu Hongyi flatly refused: "The Sifang Marquis, the First Sect and the Second Marquis are naturally great, but they are not qualified to be received by the boss!"

Nowadays, Gu Shaoshang is at the height of his power in the Shenhuang Emperor's dynasty, and his reputation is no less than that of the new Human Emperor.

Gu Jiu's status has naturally increased. Not to mention the marquis, the prince will come to visit, and he will disappear if he doesn't like to see him.

Although Sifang Hou has a respected status, in Yu Hongyi's eyes, he is not as noble as Gu Jiu.

"There's nothing we can do about it."

Gao Jinyang had a headache and secretly hated himself for taking on such a hard job.

However, compared to the past, which I couldn't bear to look back on, things are much better now.

"Able people should do more work."

A smile seemed to flash across Yu Hongyi's stern face.

Gao Jinyang shook his head, ignored her, and walked towards the inner courtyard.

"I'm getting stronger"

Walking through the rows of rockeries and ponds, Gao Jinyang felt heavy-hearted.

Although he was already far away from that person, the influence that person exerted on him had never dissipated.

In his body, the Great Sun Golden Yang, which was once only one yuan, has split countless times in these ten thousand years. Even though he has never practiced, his power is getting stronger day by day.

He just felt like a balloon that kept inflating.

He even doubted that if one day these countless golden suns split to the limit, he would explode.

Now, under his black clothes, his body, which looked like an ordinary person, suddenly contained unimaginable terrifying power.

It was a terrifying power that could shatter trillions of miles of sky and earth with just a raise of a hand or a foot.

He is now so strong that he doesn't even know how strong he is.

He only knows that among the many princes he has seen in these ten thousand years, no one is stronger than him!

He could vaguely feel that he had reached an indescribable threshold, and it seemed that he might jump over it at any time.

Of course, it may also explode directly like a ball of fire.

And he very much suspected that he was the latter.

Countless emotions such as darkness, anxiety, and fear are rippling in Gao Jinyang's heart.

In the blink of an eye, several days have passed.

On this day, Kowloon crossed the sky, pulling a purple chariot and landed in the white jade square outside Xiaoyao City.

"I'm waiting to welcome the two princes!"

Gao Jinyang, Yu Hongyi, and a group of masters of gods and demons from Xiaoyao City welcomed him.

"You don't have to be polite."

White palms opened the bead curtain in front of the chariot, and two tall figures wearing marquis robes walked out.

He has an old-fashioned appearance and a beard three feet long under his chin. He is a Sifanghou.

A tall and heroic man, with a divine sword hanging on his waist, is the Marquis of Qingyi.

Behind the two people was a frail young man about ten years old.

"The city lord Laogao will greet you."

A smile appeared on Sifang Hou's old-fashioned face, and he pulled the frail young man behind him:

"This is my son Fang Yun. I am here to let him pay homage to the holy place where the high priest once sat."

"Master Hou will always be strong and strong"

Gao Jinyang was not surprised.

The Shenhuang Dynasty was vast and sparsely populated, and many warriors had no desire to have children. Naturally, many princes had to set an example.

Therefore, every prince has many children and grandchildren, and can be called a walking seeder.

There are less than ten million direct descendants of the Sifang Marquis, which can be considered a small number among the princes.