Chapter 539 Colorful Clouds

"I know Your Highness, it seems that he is going to kill me today. Fortunately, I have prepared some more things before coming—"

While speaking, Li Wuhui threw out a purple-gold talisman, and the space around him was filled with the spirit of time and space.

"Immortal talisman? The universe breaks the boundary?"

Zong Shou frowned, then calmed down again. Since it is such a fairy-level talisman, it is no wonder that it can still travel through the space under the shroud of the Ten Absolute Vaulted Formation.

Just want to walk in front of him, but it is not so easy!

At the moment when Li Wuhui's figure was about to disappear. Zong Shou pierced out with another sword, and this sword pierced directly into the void.

It is still the instant dragon sword! However, it continued to distort time with the method of black holes.

Then next to his ear, Li Wuhui groaned, followed by a sigh.

And the black empty blade sword in his hand also collapsed at the same time, dissipating without a trace.

Zong Shou frowned, then snorted softly, and continued to step towards the top of the mountain.

Just now Li Wuhui was severely wounded, but not killed. Since this person has his own way to escape from the Ten Absolute Void Formation, he can only stop temporarily.

This account can wait until later!

The black blade shadow continued to condense. With a swipe in the void, the sword energy is vertical and horizontal, and it suddenly cuts thirty feet away.

When this empty blade shatters again. A corpse with severed body and severed body suddenly appeared in that place.

It's another ninth-rank martial artist! Up to this moment, his eyes were still full of disbelief.

Since the beginning of his battle with Li Wuhui, this person has used the help of the Shangxiao Zong's mountain protection formation to hide around here, waiting for an opportunity.

It's a pity that from beginning to end, he couldn't wait for him to show his flaws.

With a cold gaze, he glanced around the surroundings again, and then felt that those faint auras were quickly retreating. With just one breath, it has disappeared without a trace.

Zong Shou could only shake his head slightly. Don't these people know that once he reaches the top of the mountain, a deadly battle will still be inevitable?

At that time, there was still unending death—hundreds of Yuan Mie God Crossbows were still bombarding. However, the prohibition of the spirit pattern at the core is becoming more and more difficult.

Every time Zong Shou took a step, he had to think carefully for a while before he could crack it.

But just after a few breaths, a blood-colored spear suddenly appeared in the sky, and it suddenly volleyed towards it.

First, General Zong of the 'Top' guards in front of him, and within sixty feet, all talismans are forbidden. All forcibly crushed! Then it was nailed to the ground with a 'snatch' sound. The handle of the spear was shaking unceasingly.

Zong Shou frowned slightly, looking behind him, the bloody spear came out. I saw that it was Zong Yuan who threw another spear at this moment, drawing out a full tenth of the blood mist around his subordinates. The three hundred blood cloud cavalry were also rushing towards the top of the mountain.

And the leaders of the other ministries are doing the same thing at this moment. However, it is not a spear, but a short halberd with a handle only two feet long. One after another, they flew towards Zong Shou, on the stone path.

As for the millions of troops gathered at the foot of the mountain. Either it has collapsed to a distance, or it has been slaughtered and become part of the blood mist.

The corners of his lips slanted, and Zong Shou continued to move upwards. At this time, the road ahead has been completely opened by his blood cloud rider, and it is extremely unrestrained, and it is extremely smooth.

Zong Shou was also extremely relaxed and freehand, walking on the stone steps with his hands behind his back. In just a dozen breaths, he had already reached the top of the mountain.

If you look at it from the bottom of the mountain, the top of the mountain is only four hundred feet square at most, which is far inferior to Qiantian Mountain.

But if you look at it from the top of the mountain, the length and width of this place are more than 20,000 Zhang. It is not as good as the Heavenly Sky Realm, but the spiritual energy is also extremely abundant, and five-color auras are shining everywhere.

At this time, Zong Shou immediately attracted the large formation that was running in midair.

More than 2,000 people are all standing in a specific position, mysterious and coincident with the Dao.

But at this moment, all the disciples of the Shangxiao Xuanling Sect were in great pain.

The body is withering, and the vitality, energy, and blood are drawn out one by one, and converge in the center above.

An incomparably huge thunderball is continuing to grow. And below the thunderball, it was Hannishui.

But even though he could see with his eyes at this time, Zong Shou knew that he was still one step away from Shangxiaoling Mansion.

This time, without waiting for the blood spear and blood halberd coming from behind, he flapped the 200 zhang long black wings.

Then all the lightning, all the black flames. They all gathered in Zong Shou's hands, turned into a gigantic long sword, and swung it forward violently!

Lei Lie Qianhua, cut!

As the black sword shadow passed, everything in front of him was being destroyed. A small piece of space seems to be fragmented! And the core of the mountain-protecting spirit array is also scattered and disintegrated, and it no longer exists.

And when Zong Shou really stepped onto the top of the mountain, there was a loud thunderous sound from the entire sky, as if it was thunder. Countless clouds overflowing with colorful luster converged.

At this time, thirty thousand zhang away, Kong Yao pursed her lips, and a bit of unwillingness appeared in her eyes.

——After all, he succeeded! The moment he really climbed to the top of Shangxiao Mountain, a huge white dragon finally gathered and formed, hovering faintly around Zong Shou's body.

Colorful clouds come together, and there are thousands of auspicious lights. This is the real king's appearance!

It's not that I don't want to stop it, it's just that at this moment, there is nothing I can do.

He only felt a slight pain in the center of his eyebrows where the bloodstain opened. Kong Yao could only refrain from reconciling the blood secret method passed down by the family again.

The majesty of the king should not be offended lightly. This kind of contemplation of its roots was okay before Zong Shou was not a real king.

But at this time, if you dare to look at it for a long time, you will suffer backlash, and even bear the punishment of heaven.

It was just now, that short breath. If it were someone else, at least thirty years of life would be lost!

Just thinking silently in my heart, I am still the Holy King! Even Zong Shou has already had the blood of millions of people on his hands.

That royal air is still pure white! It seems that the more people killed, the purer the breath.

It seems that the whole world is cheering and rejoicing for it. It can be vaguely felt that the world is agitated by it.

Almost at the same time, another place outside the void. The figure of a woman in palace attire suddenly stood up, her face, as delicate and smooth as jade porcelain, completely changed color.

——Holy King, how could it be a Holy King?

What is the origin of the disciple Wei Xu chose for her biological sister?

Why do you have the air of a holy king?

That breath was clearly pure and flawless, she would never be wrong!

The other woman next to her was stunned at this moment: "Second sister, I don't know why you are so surprised, so out of control?"

The elder sister remained silent, and after a long time, she cast a sidelong glance at the girl beside her.

I thought that if you knew what happened just now, you must be like me. Just want to tell?

Meditated for a moment. The woman still said: "The Zongshou just now has become a dragon!"

The girl smiled lightly, not surprised. The four million elites of the Thousand Cities League were all buried here. The sects facing the east, after this battle, most of them will perish, and some will disperse.

In this world, I am afraid that no one can stop Qiantian Mountain from unifying the east facing Yunlu, so it is naturally expected that the east facing luck will gather in Zongshou and become a dragon.

Why should it be surprising?

But he only listened to the woman next to him, whom he called the second sister. At this time, he continued to say leisurely: "You know that after I climbed to the realm with a secret method, although I haven't practiced those methods of observing people's fate. But sometimes, under the induction of heaven and man, I can also see clearly."

The girl nodded, all the gods in the Supreme Realm have great supernatural powers. Even if my own sister is just taking advantage of it, it's not considered a real way.

But it is also almost omniscient and omnipotent, so naturally there are such means.

I also became curious in my heart, what exactly did Zong Shou do to make his second sister so surprised.

That leisurely voice also continued.

"Just now, I looked at him as kingly. It is clearly incomparably pure white, without any blemishes!"

As soon as this sentence fell, the girl was stunned, and then laughed dumbly: "Wang Qi is pure white and flawless, so it is the Qi of a holy king? I remember reading it in a Taoist classic on luck before. But senior sister, Are you kidding me? The Holy King, how long hasn’t he appeared since Yunhuang? It’s impossible for him to appear again. No one has ever been qualified to be truly called the Holy King—”

While talking, she looked at the woman in palace costume beside her, and saw that there was a very serious expression in the eyes of the other.

Awareness is saying, this is definitely not kidding you!

The girl was also stunned again, and her mind was in a trance: "So you are really a holy king?"

Looking at the other side, he nodded slowly. At this moment, the girl didn't know whether to be happy or to weep, she just felt that it was extremely absurd.

"My sect, Cangshengdao, can actually produce a sage? What is this? That lazy guy who doesn't care about everything, is actually the lord of the sage recognized by heaven and earth? This heaven must be blind——"

Rubbing the center of her brows with a headache, the girl suddenly remembered something and opened her eyes suddenly.

I saw the opposite side looking over at the same time, and exclaimed in unison: "The Emperor of God——"

Does this count as deliberately planting flowers but not blooming, but unintentionally planting willows and willows to make shade? For the common people, don't know whether it is a blessing or a curse?

The women in the court dress even more frown. I remember Wei Xu once said that this Qiantian Mountain may be very important to their common people.

Thinking about it now, there must be a reason. Could it be that Zong Shou's national policy has something in common with the purpose of Cangshengdao. If so, I really want to see it.

Zong Shou also looked up at the sky in astonishment, seeing the five-colored cloud light on that day.

——This is, colorful auspicious clouds?

But is it too much talk? The massacre had just begun, and the lives of four hundred people depended on his words.

At this time, shouldn't it be the heaven and the earth crying, or even the scourge of heaven? But why, this mountain top is actually auspicious clouds appearing, and the auspicious light is overflowing?

God, do you have any brains?