The pitch-black throne is carved with ancient gods and demons.

Countless sculptures of gods and demons are crowded on the black solid rock, and they are magical.

In addition to black, the rock is also inlaid with clear ice white jade, drawing the battle armor of gods and demons.

The whole throne is simple, but magnificent.

And the woman on the throne sat gently on her side.

She was dressed in a white shirt, revealing her slender waist.

The shirt was buttoned open, only the bottom was tied with a rope, and the turbulent waves were exposed in the open clothes, but there was no sense of reverie, like an indifferent statue, even if there were more exposed parts, it was only a primitive worship that made people rise.

The fiery red wide-legged pants were trimmed with dragon gold trim, and the waist was surrounded by a black-red flesh-scale battle armor.

Under her slender neck is a wheat-shaped necklace carved from pure gold.

A pair of quaint white antlers grew on her skull, and her long snow-white hair was neatly combed, hanging over her white clothes and bare chest.

Her face was almost stunningly beautiful, with an indescribable tension.

A pair of bright golden pupils were even brighter than King Uro's eyes.

Behind her, a two-foot golden bow sat diagonally.

Next to her throne, there was a halberd of a half zhang of jade.

On her knees, there was a black and red blood knife with a length of a zhang.

"King Uro, King Xuango. ”

The woman's voice is magnetic and has an inexplicable charm.

"Who gave you the confidence to discuss this king as if it were a trophy?"

"Humph!"

Thousands of feet away from the desert, for Dao Zun, there is actually no difference between it and right in front of him.

King Xuanwu slowly stood up.

He was huge, almost a giant.

Under the white robe on a black background, his scaly palms were like hard mountain stones, flashing with terrifying power.

"King Ling, you set up your own surname, do you really think that you are worthy of the king of the surname?"

King Xuanwu sneered: "Under the name of the king of the Fu surname, there must be five great clans!"

"You, how many?"

"Hahaha, except for the traitors under this king, the clan led by that guy from the king of the gods, your own subordinates are nothing more than a group of slaves and livestock in the exiled land!"

"Those beast-like races also have a few Dao Venerables Sixfold, but I don't know why they are loyal to you, a weakling!"

King Xuanwu sneered: "No, it's your body, right?"

"Hahaha!"

With King Xuango's words, all the ancient clans behind King Suzuka turned red and angry!

"King Xuango!"

And at this moment, the red-haired man standing in front of King Suzuka spoke angrily!

"How can you know the virtue of King Suzuka!"

"Do you know what has lived in the land of tens of thousands of miles of the Great Sand Sea, from the Middle Ages to the present for 100,000 years!"

"The number is a double king, but Tian is a double king!"

"In the Great Sand Sea, how many ancient brothers have been expelled by you and others, and treated as beasts!"

"The fate of the same clan of Caosu, what kind of king are you!"

The red-haired man is furious!

Behind him, there are thousands of strange ancient clans, looking up to the sky and roaring!

In the vast desert, the endless strange ancient tribe roared into the sky, making a deafening roar!

"Huh. ”

And at this moment, King Wuluo next to him said lightly: "A traitor, what qualifications do you have to scold the king with the surname Fu?"

"King Hide, whether King Ling surrenders or not in this war, your clan will be destroyed. ”

The golden voice of King Uro spread throughout the sand sea, but the red-haired King laughed.

"Aha!"

"Traitor!?"

"Who the hell is a traitor!"

The red-haired king shouted angrily!

"Back then, King Rongrong Daozun Nine Heavens, why did he die violently!?"

"The murderer family that King Xuanwu said, I have investigated it for a whole thousand years!"

"That ancient clan does have many Dao Venerables. But the strongest one is nothing more than a Dao Venerable Six Heavens!"

"King Uro!"

"You were also the king of the artifact!"

"King Vicious Rong originally suppressed all the tribes with force, and suppressed the ancient tribes with the body of a non-divine beast!"

"Even if he doesn't have an artifact, it won't be difficult for him to deal with a Nine Heavens holding an artifact!"

"And at that time, King Vicious Rong was wearing a Fierce Tooth Sword, even if it was three Dao Venerable Nine Heavens, he would definitely not die violently!"

"Even if it's four or five, it's not difficult for him to escape!"

"And he died easily!"

"Unless someone around him designs a sneak attack, it will definitely not be like this!"

Hearing this, King Uro was stunned.

And King Xuanwu said lightly: "What does King Xuanrong mean, I killed King Xuanrong?"

"You, do you have any proof?"

The red-haired King grinned in a miserable and angry smile.

"Yes!"

"When you killed the Thunder King clan who destroyed the Gate, when King Rongrong died violently, you were simply hunting and killing the Earth Canglong behind the Great Sand Sea!"

"You only discovered the location of the Thunder King clan back then, which is very close to the place where King Rongrong died, and there are enough Dao Venerable monks who can be thrown out as scapegoats, so you directly identify them!"

"And in fact, they're poor creatures too!"

"They have sufficient evidence to prove that when King Rongrong died, all the masters of the clan were in the desert!"

"Those who stay at home are only the old, weak, sick and disabled in the mortal realm!"

"Come!"

"King Xuango!"

"Tell me, how can a group of Heart Lantern Spirit Tribulations intercept and kill a Dao Venerable Nine Heavens!"

The hoarse and tragic voice echoed in the vast desert, and for a while, the eyes of many big clans sitting down King Xuanwu changed.

This is...... Are you sure?

If this is true, then the reason for the rebellion of the King of the Evil King is completely clear.

"Oh. ”

King Xuanwu nodded lightly and said, "Indeed." ”

"Before rebellion can be made, an excuse is needed. ”

"Suzuo, you're looking for a good target. ”

"The background of the hideous is there, and the story he made up is very beautiful. ”

"It's just that his words have disgraced my ancient clan and disgraced King Rongrong!"

As he spoke, King Xuanwu looked at King Wuluo and said, "I still need to see blood in this battle." ”

"Only when blood stains the borders of the desert can the slaves understand who is the master and who is the slave. ”

King Wuluo glanced at King Xuanwu deeply, nodded and said, "Okay." ”

"Uro Six!"

"Fight!"

Rumble!

Under the king's command, countless mortal ancient clans wearing golden armor roared!

The dense army of monks is a million!

Above the crowd, the celestials and immortals led their own teams, standing in the air with soldiers!

"Xuango Seven!"

"Kill!"

King Xuanwu's voice was low, with a strong momentum, like a death knell in the vast desert.

Countless black-armored monks rode hideous beasts, roaring like dragons!

There are many monks in the sky.

A Dao Venerable stood in the air, holding a blood-red banner and came between the two kings.

As the two kings nodded, the Daozun suddenly dropped the flag!

"Roaring !!!"

"Kill—"

......

In an instant, the black and gold torrent enveloped the monks in the sky and went straight to the sea of sand!

The vast aura rushed to the sky, and the sky roared hideously, like a landslide down, like a flood of the universe about to fall!

For a while, the Shahai Ancient Clan, who was still angry, turned pale in an instant.

Before the Great Clan's Descendant Army, their timidity began to surge, overshadowing their previous anger.