Chapter 4631 Prologue

For eight hundred years, a steady stream of monks came to the battlefield outside the territory, and cities rose up around the base camp.

The original 300,000 monks have also gathered more than 2 million monks.

At the same time, many acquainted forces joined in, which made Xuebo Supreme deeply moved.

The Jiudi Pavilion, which had been destroyed after the last catastrophic battle, reappeared, and the red-eared Supreme and the purple-haired Supreme joined in turn.

The Xing Kong Sword Sect who was on the run also rushed to the battlefield outside the territory. Wu Jianxian was the same as before, but he added a bit of chilling feeling to his indifference.

Bai Yuan, the patriarch of the Tyrant clan, heard the order to assemble from the Palace of Life, and took his descendants with him to the battlefield outside the territory in the first hundred years.

What surprised Xuebo Supreme the most was that the Taixu Temple, which had long been thought to be the head of the Void Universe, did not surrender. The Taixu God Emperor was as indifferent as tens of thousands of years ago, both righteous and evil.

When he saw that Xuebo Supreme not only did not die, but broke through the Invincible Supreme and achieved the position of half-ancestor, he also didn't say much, but asked to see Jian Wushuang.

Supreme Blood Wave did not refuse, and after pointing his finger in the direction where Jian Wushuang was, God Emperor Taixu jumped away.

Afterwards, the old beggar, a wine lunatic wandering in the sky, swayed up, holding a wine gourd with a broken snowflake sword, wearing a tattered Taoist shirt, with two blushes on his face.

He is more drunk than 20,000 years ago, but anyone who knows him well knows that he will never be drunk.

The sword alliance established by Jian Wushuang on the ancient starry sky road all arrived, and the nine-star holy son of the nine-star holy land, and the Mo Luo clan also rushed over one after another.

So far, for eight hundred years, nearly three million monks have gathered.

Often only one star field can give birth to one Supreme God Realm, and there are more than two hundred thousand at this moment!

Everything today has far exceeded the scale of any catastrophe battle!

The infinite star field of the entire divine power universe, even if it is far away, has contributed its own strength.

And the Supreme Blood Wave temporarily took the place of the Palace of Life, and began to adjust the huge number of monks.

The wordless stele standing not far from the base camp almost became a sight later on. Every monk who came to the battlefield outside the territory would come here to watch, and most of them wept secretly.

The dragon and phoenix clans jointly selected more than 200 disciples from the clan to take turns guarding Jian Wushuang,

Feng Qi, the patriarch of the Feng clan, was even more guarding here.

After more than 900 years of being so busy, no one felt bored, and all the monks were trying their best to break through themselves.

"When do you think Jian Wushuang will wake up? Will there be any problems?" The overlord with a pure body is standing not far from the wordless monument, looking at Jian Wushuang sitting quietly like a clay sculpture from a distance. Peerless.

The Nine Star Son, who is also in the Sword League, folded his arms and said in a low voice, "If you are worried about him, you should worry about yourself first. He is a monster that surpasses the world."

Overlord smacked his lips, took a peek at the Nine Tribulation King not far away, and then said in a low voice, "Do you think that Jian Wushuang is much more powerful than the Nine Tribulation King?"

Jiuxing Shengzi glanced at Bawang, then shook his head and said, "I don't know, but Jian Wushuang has never let me down, and now he is the Palace Master of the Palace of Life, do you know what that means?"

"And I've heard that Jian Wushuang before the retreat is already able to compete with the semi-ancestral powerhouse."

With a word that awakened the dreamer, Overlord suddenly realized that in today's Life God Palace, there is still a semi-ancestral existence, and that existence is even more terrifying than his own ancestor.

And Jian Wushuang's ability to sit on the position of palace lord means...

The Overlord didn't dare to continue to think about it. Although Jian Wushuang was also an inexhaustible genius in his heart, it was too terrifying to be able to compete against the half-ancestor level with half-step invincibility...

Taking the wine gourd from the tip of the old beggar's sword, the King of Nine Tribulations respected Jian Wushuang from afar, then raised his head and took a big gulp.

"How about it, boy, is my wine strong?" the old beggar asked with a smile.

The Nine Tribulation King grinned and said happily, "Lie!"

The old beggar was very happy, as if he had heard the best praise, he snatched the wine gourd and took another big gulp for himself.

After a long belch, the old beggar's eyes were hazy with drunkenness.

"In my long life, I have only fought one battle of catastrophe, which was the last battle in which Zhou God died."

"Do you know why I didn't participate in the first Havoc battle?"

Nine Tribulations King shook his head.

The old beggar grinned, "That's because I'm too selfish."

"Selfish?" Nine Tribulations King was at a loss.

As if reminiscing, the old beggar's eyes seem to be full of the past, "I became famous before the first catastrophe battle, but I did not participate in the first catastrophe battle. I am independent from the outside world, and everything has nothing to do with me.”

"It wasn't until the opening of the first catastrophe war that I vaguely realized that everyone does not exist independently. At that time, most of the divine power universe also fell, and everything I loved was quietly destroyed."

"It was also in that catastrophic battle, I stayed out of the matter, but saw the brilliance of a group of people, and the empty Taoist heart also had pursuit for the first time."

"Until the last catastrophe battle, I finally fought side by side with them, but they all left one by one, and only I was still alive."

"I used to selfishly think that if I grow up step by step, the ultimate goal is just to protect, then it would be too boring."

"But fortunately, the long years have taught me a lesson and made me wake up. Now I have finally come to this path."

The old beggar has always been smiling, "When I was young, I witnessed the Zhou God who turned the tide with my own strength. Now my greatest hope is to witness the rise of the next Zhou God and lead the entire universe of divine power to live well. go down."

Having said that, the old beggar turned around and walked away, "For a selfish guy like me, I hope that there will be fewer and fewer divine powers in the universe."

The King of Nine Tribulations quietly looked at the old beggar, a drunken maniac in a sloppy shirt, and inexplicably overlapped a swordsman in a flowing blue shirt.

Maybe the old beggar in his youth was just as reckless.

The Nine Tribulation Kings, who came back to their senses, looked at the figure sitting in front of the wordless stele with divine eyes, "You bastard, I am looking forward to witnessing your growth."

A thousand and two hundred years passed by with a snap of the fingers, but the spring and autumn in the world changed, and the new snow replaced the Yang spring. For these monks who have embarked on the journey of cultivating the Tao, it is just a little bit of mood.

The figure sitting under the stele without words finally moved after such a long time.

The dust fell gently, and a trace of the dazzling divine pattern quietly surged from the tips of his hair.

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