Chapter 819

The night was very long, as if it would never end. No one knew what would happen at dawn. Many people could not sleep through the night, looking haggard and worried, which was very difficult.

Finally, dawn broke, and a ray of light rose from the east, cut through the fog, and shone into Yaochi.

The bright red sun is shining brightly, the mist is lingering in the pure land, and the morning dew, fresh leaves, lake waves, bright petals, etc. are all shining.

The fresh air is blowing on the face, and the fog in the mountains is colorful and transpiring in the rays of the sun, which is truly beautiful and peaceful.

However, in such a vibrant morning, everyone's heart is heavy, what should come is finally here, the grand gathering of all ethnic groups will open, and the mighty ancient king will come.

On a mountain cliff, the white-robed god king sat cross-legged and breathed in the morning glow. Ye Fan was right beside him and told him the past ten years in detail.

That night, Ye Fan was able to sit with God King Jiang, which made many monks envy.

On another cliff, seven ancient kings were also sitting cross-legged. Their expressions were indifferent, and they didn't have any emotional fluctuations. They didn't open their eyes together until the sunrise.

"It's time to come!" said an ancient king.

As soon as this sentence came out, it brought people into reality again. It was about to face a huge storm. The powerful ancestor king appeared. If you don't believe that the Great Emperor Wubei is still alive, there will be a shocking collision.

There was a haze in everyone's heart, standing motionless on the ground, waiting for the moment to come, heavy and depressed, almost stopped breathing.

Finally, the bell of the gods rang, and an extremely powerful sage came and spread into the pure land, and the masters of the various religions needed to greet him.

The time to come has finally come. No matter what, it cannot be avoided. Whether it is a symbiotic world or a dark and troubled world will be revealed today.

At this time, no one can be calm. This is a negotiation that can be recorded in history. It is related to the future of all ethnic groups and has far-reaching implications.

"Peace talk... Weak people only have this word, what are you talking about with me?" A cold voice came from outside the Pure Land, showing no shame.

In the morning light, three tall figures came, walking like tigers.

"Very good, all the old friends are here, let's go to Yaochi together and see who can sit down and talk with us!"

People were terrified. There were a total of eleven saints who came before and after, and all of them had monstrous mana.

"Just enter the Yaochi" to see what is special about the inheritance left by the Western Emperor*..."

The people who came were not good. Although the eleven ancient kings did not have any surprises, but when they got together, it was overwhelming. People couldn't stand at all, and almost all of them knelt on the ground.

People were astonished, not one or two, but a dozen people. Even if the king of gods is supreme, how can he compete with so many people? Everyone is desperate.

This is not an equal confrontation at all. If there is a real war, these people will occupy an overwhelming advantage, and this is not all, there must be people behind.

On the dome of the sky, a green column of air hangs down, thick and heavy. The Green Pagoda of Immortal Tears stands in a small world, looming and chaotic.

"The breath of the ancient emperor, is that the legendary West Emperor Pagoda? It's not real, but I really want to hold it in the palm of my hand and take a closer look." One of the ancient kings looked up and sneered.

People were shocked. Is this a provocation? Maybe in the near future, there will be such a thing as a bull, and they will attack the human race and win the imperial army!

An ancient king reminded, say a few words less, if this tower falls, it will become fly ash.

Another sage said, Yaochi can do as much as he can, at least two ancient imperial soldiers are aimed at this place, if you really want to do it, it is hard to say who will become the ashes.

After these eleven people came in, there was no pressure in the face of the West Emperor Pagoda, as if there was no one else, pointing to the Pure Land of Yaochi.

The people present were all trembling with fear. They came prepared. The two ancient emperor's swords pointed to Yaochi, and the sword pointed to the stone. If they really want to fight, I am afraid that the West Emperor Pagoda may be destroyed.

Of course, this is the worst plan, but not impossible! The weapons of the ancient emperor banged against each other, and no one could bear the price.

The pressure in people's hearts is as huge as a mountain, almost suffocating.

Tongtiantai, a broken mountain with a height of more than 1,000 zhang, does not grow any grass, as if a great mountain was cut off by someone.

It is said that this is the highest mountain in the Northern Territory. It was cut into a platform by the Western Emperor himself. It is magnificent even when it is broken, and it has the atmosphere of the king of the mountain.

It can be used as a martial arts venue or a forum for discussion, no matter how many people come, because it is engraved with the West Emperor pattern.

Back then, it took a lot of effort to move the mountain to the Pure Land.

In the center of the Tongtian Terrace, the white-robed God King sits cross-legged, with the many leaders of the human race at the back, and the seven ancient kings and a large number of ancient powerhouses on the opposite side.

On the edge of the Broken Mountain, a black-faced Taoist stood with his hands behind his back, preparing to welcome the eleven ancient kings, who were formed from a barbarian-faced basalt.

"How tyrannical I am as a human race, and I hold a meeting of all races. How can I have such confidence, but what I have seen, you dare to sit on the high platform alone?"

With a cold smile and a ruthless look, the eleven ancient kings approached and came to the Tongtian Terrace.

"Not long ago, Pindao beat an ancestor who didn't open his eyes to death with the Overlord's Divine Fist." Xuan Gui turned into a Daoist, serious, with a black face.

The temperature dropped sharply, and the cold murderous aura pervaded. The eleven ancient kings looked at them together, staring at the mysterious turtle, their faces were incomparably indifferent, and their eyes were like knives.

At the very beginning, the atmosphere was extremely tense, a war could break out at any time, and many creatures were trembling.

"Did the two of us go too*..." Beside the Emperor, the two ancient kings looked at each other and asked each other's opinions, but in the end they didn't act.

"It's just a tortoise, the human race is really bad!" An ancient king said, he was obviously provocative and came for killing.

"But killing you is overkill!" Hei Turtle raised his head.

"Several people have come from afar, why don't you sit down and talk?" The white-robed god king said.

The black turtle turned around, left his butt to them, walked back, and sat cross-legged on the ground.

"Talk, what is there to talk about, can your human race be on an equal footing with us?" An ancient king strode forward, very tough, with only one purpose, to fight and kill the human race saints.

"What do you think is considered equal, and why did you come?" The white-robed God King asked peacefully without anger.

"You will never be qualified to be on an equal footing with us, just one tortoise is not enough." Another ancient king stepped forward.

"If the emperor comes, are you qualified? I'm afraid you will go as far as you want." The black turtle was angry.

"Let's not talk about whether it is strong or not, just in terms of number, there is only one saint in the huge human race, and in the end, it will take a turtle. What future is there to talk about, how can we compare it with us?" The ancient king made it clear that he was going to fight, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Weak people have no right to speak and have nothing to say." Another ancient king was more direct.

Three of the eleven ancient kings were so aggressive, rubbing salt on the wounds of the human race, and they had no intention of sitting down and talking.

At this time, the atmosphere on the Tongtian Terrace was extremely tense, the war was about to break out, and it was impossible to have peace talks.

Among the eleven saints, one of them who had never spoken, spoke at this time and said, "This is the end of the matter, we are only one step ahead of the first battle, and the powerful ancestors will come after us. Obliteration, what are you talking about?"

At this stage, it is inevitable that "If you want to negotiate, you must first make a gesture!

"Alright then, let's fight here." The white-robed God King was very straightforward and didn't say any more words.

"I can't wait*..." On the spot, the three ancient kings wearing divine iron clothes came to the front, and it was they who were aggressive.

At the rear, several ancient kings hesitated for a while, but after all, they did not step forward and chose to watch the battle.

"In this battle, life and death are facing each other. If you die, there is nothing to talk about. Everything will end here!" said one person very strongly.

They are all wearing holy clothes, and they are close to the handed down holy soldiers. It is quite terrifying to be able to sacrifice to this step! There have been many saints since ancient times, but the handed down saints left behind are too rare.

"Is this a battle platform carved by the Western Emperor? It's very good. It's been so many years, since ancient times, I haven't tasted the blood of a human saint for a long time*..."

The three ancient kings turned into demons, and the bone spurs on their backs rushed to the sky, extremely ferocious.

The white-clothed god king stepped forward and started a battle among the electric flint flowers. He rushed with these three people, and the immeasurable god pierced the sky.

It has to be said that these three are extremely powerful, and they have come a long way on the road of saints, far better than ordinary ancestors.

The white-clothed God King was amazing, and they didn't have the upper hand when they fought alone. Hundreds of rounds passed in a blink of an eye, and the gods didn't know how many times they attacked.

"In the ancient times, the human race is a subordinate clan of some powerful ancestors. Only with this shelter can they survive. After so many years have passed, it has not changed. It is destined to kneel at the feet of the strong clan."

An ancient king sneered, deliberately disturbing the mind of the god king, causing his god to fluctuate, looking for an opportunity to start.

"Okay, the battle of life and death!" said the king, still very peaceful, but it was even more terrifying to walk out.

"Kill*..." The gods of the three saints suddenly merged into one, turning into a golden god, radiant with radiance, filling the sky, and slaying forward.

"boom!"

The god-king Jiang Taixu swung his fist into a turbulent wave. He swung his right fist out, turning it into a Hengyu furnace, punching through the god's body and smashing an ancient king into pieces.

"concubine"

Then, he waved his fists again, both fists turned into Hengyu Emperor Furnace, one punch knocked out the remaining two people, blood and rain flew all over the sky, turning into endless blood light, and the blood of the ancestor king dyed the high platform red.

God King does not kill, not all kills! (To be continued)