Chapter 185 [Saint Elephant Patriarch, Dali Emperor]

Southern Frontier.

Puyang Mansion.

Zhennan Governor's Mansion.

"How dare he! How dare he!"

Luo Dingjun gritted his teeth, and with crazy thoughts, he contacted the great supernatural powersman of the Three Houses in the jade talisman, and went to the Guancheng where Wu Dao attacked to kill him.

Anyway, it has already been torn apart.

There is no need to care about the bullshit rules of bullying the small.

But he hadn't waited for the letter yet.

Those great supernatural powers sent urgent messages faster than him:

"Governor Luo, it's extremely urgent. Jiuchuan Mansion is heavily attacked by great supernatural beings from the Nanyang King Group, and the main attacker is Star Dou Shenquan Jiang Yuansheng."

"Yuyuan Mansion was attacked, Zhige Mountain Taishang Patriarch Ning Wuhen took the main attack, and our four-change and above great supernatural powers were all held back..."

buzz buzz~

The messenger jade talisman trembled wildly.

Yuyuan, dozens of pass cities in the second prefecture of Jiuchuan, were attacked at the same time. Without exception, the attackers were all supernatural beings from the Nanyang King Group.

Hum——

Another message buzzed.

Jiang Changsheng's dignified voice resounded from the jade talisman:

"Governor Luo, Changsheng County, where the old man sits, has also been attacked. The main attackers are Wuwang Mountain's contemporary Wuwang Qiu Tianjing and Wuyang."

Qiu Tianjing is not behind...

buzz~

Before Luo Dingjun was surprised.

Yan Feihong's cold and stern voice also sounded:

"Governor Luo, be careful. An old opponent of mine has come to White Deer City. There must be someone from Yuyang Mansion City. It is very likely that it is..."

bang——

The sound of the sky collapsing interrupted the transmission.

Rolling thunder storms raged in all directions and eight poles.

It seems that a god from the nine heavens descended into the world, and when he stepped into the world, thousands of waters trembled, and all living beings just wanted to kneel and kowtow, panicked and terrified.

Luo Dingjun suddenly raised his head.

I saw a golden divine light rising from a very far place in Puyang Fucheng, blazing at a high speed, majestic and mighty, suppressing and sweeping away all evils and ghosts in the world, creating a peaceful and prosperous world.

In that endless blazing divine light.

A towering figure in a green shirt, who seemed to be able to lift the sun and the moon on his shoulders, raised his feet slowly.

I didn't see any earth shaking, but I crossed thousands of mountains and rivers in one step.

Landing time.

The majestic mountains turned into sand and gravel under its feet, covering the clouds in ten directions, countless snowflakes, and the shadows covering nearly a thousand miles of rivers and mountains connected to Puyang Prefecture City.

Nanyang Wang Zhouchen!

An endless majestic and heavy breath weighed down his body.

Luo Dingjun's flesh and blood trembled, looking at the big feet that covered the sky and the sunset, his eyes were tearing apart!

He didn't expect that.

The King of Nanyang actually made a move himself!

And as soon as he made a move, he showed the peerless demeanor of being the number one in the martial arts list in southern Xinjiang, and wanted to destroy thousands of miles of rivers and mountains with one foot!

What is this for?

World War I?

Why!

Just relying on Wu Dao, can you give you such confidence?

It's really true that Zhennan League is not a vegetarian!

"Boy Zhou Chen, you're going crazy!"

boom!

Nanyang Wang manifested himself as a god-man, covering thousands of miles of rivers and mountains with one foot covering the sky, and when he was about to fall, suddenly there was a domineering cold snort in the Chengzhong of Puyang Mansion, which rumbled for nine days.

above the sky.

Without warning, a fierce old man with flying white hair, majestic appearance and shining golden armor appeared.

The golden-armored old man had boundless aura, his gleaming muscles, ancient and reckless, as if hiding an ancient sacred elephant in his body.

Rumble——

Pinch boxing day moment.

The immeasurable to the yang qi and blood spurted out, so majestic and vast, it turned into fourteen rounds of golden suns, shining thousands of miles across the universe.

Under the fourteen golden suns.

"eye--"

The shadow of a golden holy elephant manifested all over the sky, its limbs were like pillars of heaven, and its trunk was swung, with infinite divine power, it turned the foot of Nanyang King out of the way.

"The Patriarch of the Holy Elephant Mountain..."

a long distance away.

The king of Nanyang wore a green shirt, and stood with his hands behind his back at the majestic source of the torrent of the peaceful and prosperous age, as if a god who had passed through the world had come into the world.

Xinghai's deep eyes stared at the golden armored old man in the sky of Puyang Prefecture, his expression was calm and calm, as if he had expected it.

The Central Plains dare to fight four places in one place.

Naturally, there is a foundation to rely on, and every place has a supernatural being of the level of Taoist Nine Changes sitting in town.

It is the anti-king of the four places that is defending.

At present, this old man in golden armor is unparalleled in strength.

What a heel.

The King of Nanyang knew about it a long time ago.

The Holy Land of the Central Plains Henglian, the second day of the Martial Arts Pillar Saint Xiangshan Patriarch——

Juntian Xing!

The years of this person's fame can be traced back to before the ninth kalpa millennium.

Martial arts talent is just genius.

But the way of physical training has an unrivaled posture.

Thousands of years ago.

The Patriarch of Wuwangshan practiced the limit of the ninth gate, and his prestige overwhelmed the contemporary era.

The ancestor of Shengxiang Mountain in his youth was hailed as the successor of the ancestor of Wuwang Mountain because of his amazing physical talent.

pity……

After the ninth robbery.

The world is more barren, and the cultivation environment of the three main paths is becoming more and more difficult.

Like a monster swallowing gold.

It is even more difficult to carry out the horizontal refining method that requires massive resources to be filled every step of the way.

Even though Jun Tianxing has unrivaled talent.

After studying for nearly a thousand years, he exhausted his potential to break through the shackles step by step and step into the realm of the Patriarch of Wuwangshan.

Henglian Ninth Gate——

Eighteen extremely sunny days!

The physical body in this realm is terrifying.

It's just a great supernatural being who has made great achievements and can cross the nine transformations of the Tao tire!

If you go to the limit.

Then he will be like the Patriarch of Wuwang Mountain back then, able to be unparalleled in the field of nine transformations.

The fourteen rounds of gods...

Approaching the limit of the perfect level.

King Nanyang watched the fifteen rounds of golden qi and blood sun shining brightly in the world, and smiled calmly with his hands behind his back: "How about a battle outside the territory?"

Refinement of the Ninth Gate Dacheng.

It is indeed strong.

But he, Zhou Chen, was no different.

There is no fear in my heart.

The voice fell.

The golden light of the heavenly emperor's prosperity ends.

The King of Nanyang stepped forward.

Disappeared at the end of the world.

He is not afraid that Jun Tianxing will respond to the challenge.

Because he had to fight.

Unless he wants to destroy the entire Puyang Mansion.

"Oh, I'm afraid you won't succeed!"

Jun Tianxing snorted coldly, and sent a message that Luo Dingjun must guard the three mansions before he returned, and he stepped out, and also disappeared at the end of the sky.

The battle between the nine transformation levels of Taoist tires.

Thousands of miles of rivers and mountains collapse at every turn.

If there is no fight outside the uninhabited land, the destruction and calamity caused by the battle will be unimaginable.

In fact.

Not only the nine transformations of the Tao and fetus,

However, all the battles of great supernatural powers will not be carried out in the human world, and basically they will fight outside the territory.

Because of the transcendent in this field.

The destructive power it caused was too terrifying.

Unless it's an inhuman lunatic.

Otherwise, no one can afford the consequences.

"Luo Dingjun, come out and die!!"

"Gu Cang, are swords and soldiers still profitable?"

Nanyang Wang and Jun Tianxing had just left at the foot of the mountain.

Two old men shrouded in divine light appeared in the distance on the back foot, one with ethereal spirit, and the other with fierce soldiers, the aura shook hundreds of miles of mountains and rivers.

Obviously.

These two are also the top experts in the field of great supernatural powers in the Nanyang King faction.

"Ziyang Dazhenjun, divided into Sea God Saber King...Damn it!"

In the governor's mansion.

Looking at the two figures in the distance of the sky, Luo Dingjun instantly recognized their identities. Although it was expected, his face was still very gloomy and ugly.

Great Zhenjun Ziyang.

It is a secluded casual cultivator of the immortal way in southern Xinjiang.

Six supernatural powers.

The array is double unique.

The power of fighting in the same realm is very terrifying.

The sea god sword king is not bad either.

Zhigeshan was a genius who became famous during the Warring States period seven hundred years ago.

Nowadays, there are six changes in supernatural powers and five changes in sword power, and the great supernatural powers at the level of seven changes must be afraid of them.

Two supernatural powers with six transformations and peak combat power!

no more, no less.

Just enough to check and balance the top power of Puyang Mansion.

Obviously.

Not only did the Central Plains accurately calculate the hidden forces in Southern Border, but the King of Nanyang also knew clearly about the defensive forces deployed by the Central Plains in the three prefectures.

"Governor Luo, this battle is inevitable."

Luo Dingjun's face was gloomy for a while, and a black-clothed swordsman with vicissitudes of life appeared in the sky of Puyang Fucheng, sighed and said through voice transmission.

call~

Luo Dingjun took a deep breath, and with a thought, a shining armor flew out of the mansion, a mighty blood-colored halberd.

"If you want to fight, then fight!"

He snorted coldly.

Luo Dingjun and the black-clothed swordsman followed closely behind, and disappeared into the sky with two great supernatural beings from the Nanyang King faction.

The situation has come to this point.

There is no difference between avoiding and fighting.

Even if they avoid fighting.

The supernatural powers of the Nanyang King faction can also block them in place, unable to support other places.

Want to support.

Then you must fight and win!

same moment.

Not only Puyang Fucheng.

Yuyuan Mansion, Jiuchuan Mansion.

The top supernatural powers arranged by the royalist faction were all challenged by the same level supernatural powers from the Nanyang King faction.

All of a sudden.

Dali's four changes in the land of the three prefectures and all the supernatural powers above are held back!

on the battlefield.

In an instant, the pattern became a battle for the following four changes.

This matter is very big.

The Central Plains Imperial Court has long been alarmed.

Nothing.

Now the Central Plains' power to check and balance the four places is already at its limit, and the reinforcements that can be sent are very limited.

No matter where the top strength is deployed for support, it will tear down the east wall to make up for the west wall. Drinking poison to quench thirst will cause even greater losses.

It can only be a death order.

before reinforcements arrive.

no matter what.

The three prefectures in southern Xinjiang must also be guarded.

If the land of the three prefectures is broken.

That means that there will be a huge gap that cannot be filled in the direction of southern Xinjiang, and the impact will affect all fronts.

Great possibility.

In order to make up for the gap, the Central Plains must completely shrink its forces and withdraw from the four major theaters, shrink the front line, and stick to the few remaining prefectures.

By the time……

Then it's really a catch in a urn!

Central Plains, Wanding Mansion.

In the imperial city where the luck of the world gathered for seven hundred years.

In Wenyuan Building.

Zhou Heng, the contemporary emperor of Dali, was dressed in Minghuang's casual attire, and his appearance was somewhat similar to that of Nanyang King, but his body was more elegant and refined.

Unlike the king who rules the world.

It's like a great Confucian who has read poems and books and has thousands of enlightenments in his chest.

Wow~

Turning the pages of the book in hand.

Even though the battle on the front line was tense, Zhou Heng remained silent, his mind immersed in the sea of ​​scriptures and documents.

"His Majesty……"

The chief assistant of the cabinet, Sun Shisong, was on the sidelines, and the jade talisman that kept vibrating around his waist made his old look a little anxious, and he knelt down and played:

"The supernatural beings above the four transformations in the three prefectures of southern Xinjiang can't get out of the battle, so Wu Dao has stepped into the realm of supernatural powers again, and with his fierce and unreasonable methods...

It is self-evident what Nanyang King means.

I hope His Majesty will make a decision soon. "

call~

The last page of scriptures fell.

In Zhou Heng's eyes, the shadow of a scripture appeared faintly, and then disappeared in a flash, and said indifferently:

"One person pushes three houses, so courageous, ordering the guards in disorder, I want to see where this madman has the confidence."

Although Dali said that the top supernatural powers were sent to the four places to check and balance the kings, the background of the great supernatural powers far surpassed the kings.

The Chaotic Guard that Zhou Heng was talking about.

It was created by Taizu Dali, an intelligence organization that monitors the world, and at the same time, like the Jingzhe Division, it is also an emperor's forbidden army.

Except for the contemporary emperor.

No one can mobilize.

Luanyiwei is different from Jingzhe Division.

Members of this organization hide in all walks of life and monitor the world. There are rags, commoners, and brocades, hence the name Luanyiwei.

Seven hundred years of development.

Today's Luanyiwei is comparable to a holy place, and only Zhou Heng, the emperor, knows how many supernatural powers there are in the organization.

call~

After Sun Shisong stepped down.

Zhou Heng breathed a sigh of relief, reached out and shook his hand, another Miscellaneous Notes of God and Desolation fell into his hand, and turned the pages to read carefully.

Common sense.

At his level, no matter what kind of ordinary book, he can know and read all the content in one thought.

But the anomaly is.

He still chewed carefully and read page by line, and every time he seemed to gain something, he enjoyed it.

Wow~

Another page was turned.

Thousands of scriptures surged in Zhou Heng's eyes, interweaving to build a library of scriptures with an unknown number of floors. The corner of his mouth was slightly hooked:

"Zhigui, living in hell, breaking the army, cornucopia... Heh, if you want to break the calamity, why don't I want to? It depends on who is more skilled."

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