Chapter 119: The Counterattack of the Three Divine Birds
The night was as heavy as water, but it was like a stormy wave, and there were no stars and no moon in the sky, like a black tide that overwhelmed the mountains and seas.
However, at the junction of the two major sects, two extremely powerful qi engines shook the void wildly. I saw that several phantom shadows in the dark air rushed towards General Chen like a snake, and General Chen was already prepared, and he was already ready to go, at this time he seemed to have a chance to win, and his face was not red and his heart was not beating calmly.
The phantom rushed over like thunder and lightning, and in an instant, it killed General Chen's advance, but in the moment of this lightning and flint, those few phantoms disappeared suddenly, and became one with the true god of Ouyang Intercept, his long sword became even more red, more prosperous than Feixia, like a round of the sun in the sky, radiant, a sword slashed, like the river and the sea poured down, the qi machine was crazy, this sword cut down as if all the strength of Ouyang Jue, all the spiritual power poured down, leaving no trace.
He was already ready to take this sword, a sword that is both high and dead, and his qi suddenly appeared, and his spiritual power suddenly burst out like the magma that was ready to be launched under the ground, and rushed straight to Xiao Han.
Only the sound of the collision between metals was heard, and a powerful energy fluctuation was stirred up like a mountain and a river shattering. At this time, they seemed to be like the moment of the first battle, the two long swords were facing each other, the tip of the needle was facing Maimang, and the tip of the sword was facing the tip of the sword, the momentum was like a rainbow, and the waves were turbulent. A long sword is more red at the beginning, not as brilliant as the sun, but like the red sun in the sky, radiant, but cold as ice, and a breathless and invisible chill in the transparency shrouds this world. A sword shines brightly, and a sword shines in nineteen states.
At this moment, the top of the mountain was flattened by the turbulent energy fluctuations, and everything was gone except for the three plane trees, which were unharmed. The peaks trembled, the rocks shook and fell, as if they were crumbling, and the dark night sky was as bright as day.
Qi Xuanzhen, who was on the robbery boat, was very surprised when he saw this, he really couldn't hide his surprise, his eyes widened, and he couldn't take his eyes off the pinnacle battle of these two powerhouses of the realm of true gods, after all, it was the first time he saw the battle between this powerhouse, which benefited him a lot. He also understood the gap, this realm of true gods and half-step true gods were not just a huge chasm that could be compared to one heaven and one underground, like clouds and mud. It is no wonder that nine out of ten monks in the world are stuck at this pass, and after being born, it is difficult to move an inch, and it is always difficult to overcome that shackle. In the entire Mortal Realm, there are only a few people in the True God Realm, and they can be counted on both hands.
At the moment when the two long swords collided, Ouyang Intercept already understood that he had lost, he lost completely, and he was convinced, although he would never give up, but he didn't know where the gods on the three plane trees should go, he had to say helplessly, "The old man has tried his best, I hope the gods are safe!"
Then the trembling hands could not resist the majestic power of the sea, and he was already in the waning mountains, and at the end of the crossbow, he had to let the power of the sea sword and rainbow drive straight in, and the road of life and death disappeared.
In the night sky, the light is short-lived, and there are no more waves.
Just when Qi Xuanzhen thought that the sacrifice could be realized, the three birdsongs began to mourn, of course, it was not for Ouyang to be sentimental, but that the three divine birds were about to start resisting.
The brilliance of the three sycamore trees disappeared in an instant, and instead, the black fog drowned out, and it was black and oppressive, as if it was like falling into hell, dark and gloomy, and the demon beasts in the mountains roared like hungry ghosts, resounding through the sky.
When the darkness overwhelmed Qingfeng, streamers of different colors came one after another. After a while, the powerhouses above Qingfeng shuttled in. Those who are not high in cultivation are also running like flying, extremely fast, like arrows off the string, all approaching Qingfeng.
Obviously, these people have already defeated the two major sects and bloodied the two major sects in Zhongzhou.
They all said respectfully to the dragon-robed man on the robbery boat in unison, "Emperor Qiqi, it has been cleaned up." β
Qi Xuanzhen didn't say a word, quietly watching this sudden change to see what tricks he could play.
A series of birdsong roared out of the black fog, with a hint of anger on the howl.
"Shameless humans, what is your conspiracy to come to my territory!" a reprimanding voice came from the black mist.
In the sky, a middle-aged man in a python robe wearing black and gold silk looked mighty and domineering, a trace of dissatisfaction flashed on his face, and he said unceremoniously: "Under the whole world, it is not the king's land, this is the land of my Great Qi Dynasty, how can I say that you are in your territory." β
This man is a prince of the Great Qi royal family. King of Freedom, Marquis of Qi.
On the other side of the sky, a blue-robed old man said coldly to Qingfeng: "Three Divine Birds, don't you enter our emperor's divine control piano soon, that's your fate!"
This is naturally for the purpose of making meritorious contributions to the first formation master of the Great Qi - Songyang.
The words of the blue-robed old man stimulated the three divine birds, and the black qi in the green peak suddenly tumbled. In the black mist, he said to the thousands of troops of the Great Qi led by Elder Moonset: "Hmph, so what, I am invincible to the Yin and Yang Sword Venerable, so the hatred of the year, you will come and pay it back!"
"Oh, yes, are you ready to fight the trapped beasts. The blue-robed old man, Master Songyang, seemed to have seen through the thoughts of the three divine birds, and said eagerly, hoping to make Qi Xuanzhen pay attention.
After General Chen killed Ouyang Jie, he also returned to the robbery boat, Qi Xuanzhen bowed slightly, and said, "General Chen has worked hard. β
General Chen nodded and did not speak. Because he knew in his heart that although he had some relationship with the first king of Great Qi, they were just using each other. Treasures are born, and capable people live in them, how can there be no reason not to want them, and saying that helping each other is just polite words.
"A group of ignorant people, do you really think that I just just wait for the night to take care of it?" The voices of three divine birds came from the mountain, followed by an overwhelming black wave, pouring into the sky like a sea of strong men.
"Presumptuous!"
The King of Joy let out a loud shout, and then slapped it with his palm, and the golden handprint collided with the black wave.
With a boom, the aftermath rippled, and the rubble cracked the ground. Every monk has luck to keep out the storm. However, some of the weaker loose cultivators died of bleeding from seven holes because there was no one to protect them. When the strong fight, it is inevitable that the innocent will be injured.
An eighteen-year-old black-clothed young man in the crowd gathered his strength to protect himself, who was originally handsome and extraordinary, but at this time his face turned red and looked a little embarrassed.
The young Lin Hao said bitterly in his heart: "I knew that I wouldn't have come to see the excitement, not only would I be innocent, but if I was discovered by the old man of the moonset, I would have to bloom in my ass again." Find an opportunity to quickly slip away and find the whereabouts of Fujiken. β
The aftermath finally calmed down, and a group of low-cultivation monks breathed a sigh of relief. The two are not up and down for the time being, and the fight just now is to test each other's details, but neither of them has tested the result, which is unfathomable.
One is the King of the Great Qi Dynasty, whose strength is undeniable, and the other is the god who controlled the piano back then, and his strength is self-evident.
"Don't you want a treasure? Come into my plane tree and get it, I don't have time to toss with you now. The three divine birds said disdainfully.
Many armor soldiers all look at me, I look at you, no one dares to risk their lives, after all, this black fog looks extremely weird.
Master Songyang frowned, and he couldn't see the doorway of this black mist. The young man in Tsing Yi next to him said, "Senior Uncle Songyang, this Netherworld Ghost Tiger King won't cheat us, right?"
Songyang said: "Qin Tian, don't be careless. This demon is extremely cunning, not a general, this black fog is really difficult to see, dare not go deep. β
"Thank you, uncle, for your teachings. Qin Tian's eyes flashed a trace of unhappiness, after all, his dignified son of the King of Freedom, His Royal Highness the Prince of the World, was taught by his uncle in public, and he felt unhappy.
King Xiaoyao said with a puzzled face: "This old demon is provoking us into the mountain, what kind of treasure is it that makes this old demon so willing to sacrifice ten thousand demons to the mountain to set up the phantom sound ghost array." β
"What, this is the Phantom Ghost Array!" one person was shocked.
"You mean, all demons are sacrificed together, and they get death qi to cover the heavens with the phantom sound ghost array!"
"Not only that, this phantom sound ghost array is extremely dangerous, full of phantom sounds, breathtaking, it is a hell on earth, haunted by thousands of ghosts, and there will be no return. β
Whenever a peerless treasure appears in the world, it will inevitably cause the celestial phase, and the death qi condenses the phantom sound ghost array to block the aura to cover the celestial phase. The purpose of this Netherworld Ghost Tiger King is to cover the sky, and he doesn't want to attract strong people, so that the treasures are owned by himself, but unfortunately the movement is a bit big, attracting many monks.
Qi Xuanzhen's face still didn't change, and it was difficult to deal with this formation, so he kept silent and let the two of them handle it.
King Xiaoyao looked at Qingming Mountain, then looked at Master Songyang and said, "I, the Emperor of Great Qi, am personally driving the expedition, and I won't capture it quickly." β
Master Songyang nodded.
"Really, do you really think that's the case with the Phantom Sound Ghost Array? You guys are too naΓ―ve, let me open the Phantom Sound Ghost Array. "Uhh The black mist began to spread out in all directions with lightning speed.
The Quartet armor soldiers were all shocked, this fog was like a surging river, menacing, as if it was about to engulf the heavens and the earth.
The wind was light, and he said with disdain: "It's really ignorant." β
With a bang, a stream of light shot towards the center of the Qingming Mountain, and then a burst of golden light flashed in the center of the mountain, and the black fog gradually collapsed.
"As soon as the Demon Suppression Bead comes out, the dead air is gone, and it is a good means to become the king of heaven. Master Songyang said.
After a lot of ups and downs, many of them didn't want to stay here, it was too dangerous. But there is no shortage of people who want to make money out of it. Lin Hao is one of them.
"Hmph, what a demon suppressorb. The three divine birds said coldly. Disappeared along with the black mist.
The Demon Suppression Bead flew back into the hands of the King of Freedom, the two major sects revealed the whole picture, its mountains stretched for thousands of miles, like a dragon lying in the clouds, dense forests and high trees, covering the sky and the sun, during which the corpses were full of mountains and fields, and the air of death was pervasive, so not beautiful, and the blood was dripping.