The priest took off the phoenix mask, and the man who looked like he was fifty or sixty years old, his head was full of white frost, and his expression was tense.

Looking at the 'Wandering Bird' in disbelief, he pecked at the dragon's heart after eating a pair of phoenix livers, impatient.

Suddenly, he waved his hand to stop his retinue from stepping forward with his sword, intending to finish off the omen bird.

'Is this a sign from the gods?' muttered the priest, very strange.

Unintentionally watching the 'wandering bird' pecking, there are thousands of things for a while.

This is the only time in a hundred years that the situation of the Yellow River Festival has appeared, and it has taken a sharp turn for the worse, breaking the expectation of the sacred manifestation of the altar, and metaphorically implying that the subsequent fate of the immortal cultivation world will be bumpy.

There are many disdains, and everyone will be struck from the comfortable years, like waking up from a dream.

'Is this providential?' The priest took a step, unbelievable, and could not guess at all.

"Is it man-made or coincidental?" turned around and looked for the traces of the "wandering bird" flying in, the clues.

The tribes on the ark have been clueing for a long time, guessing one or two, and those who kneel in the mountains in all directions are still pious.

The water of the Yellow River is still very calm, at this point in time, but the Yellow River God has not been seen for a long time, and the appearance of the earth immortal 'auspicious god Taifeng' is extraordinary.

The mountain peak and ridge are full of immortal cultivators, and they have been arranging troops for a few days, and it is impossible for them to have any forces hidden in the corners.

'Could it be that this omenous bird at your feet...'

After some hard thinking and meditation, the priest wanted to look more closely at the whole body of the 'Wandering Bird', as if there was an answer hidden between its feathers, a matter of destiny, and chose to believe that fate was not accidental, and carefully spied on it.

On a tall rock peak in 'Tong Yuan', four or five bodies wrapped in black windbreakers swayed gently in the wind, looking at this scene with interest, each with a ghost fetus.

"Let go of the monkeys!" lowered the demeanor and wrapped his face more tightly.

Figures came out of the bushes in the area of 'Tong Yuan', dressed in strange costumes, and strange shapes.

This is an alliance force that resists and is suppressed by Kunlun Mountain, there are deviant immortal cultivators, degenerates who have escaped into the demon realm, human ancestors who have been cut down clans, and individual Northern Wilderness warriors who have almost been slaughtered by the Manchus.

The demon realm that was deprived of the land, the dark elf clan who was defined as a different class, and the rock people ancestors who tore up the ancient contract.

In ancient times, these alliance forces served the two clans of demon immortals, competing for the mountains and seas.

The Xiuxian clan is chasing the male, and in order to unify the order, they take turns to exert pressure on the major ethnic groups, and they are bound to rule the mountains and seas forever.

Massacres, assassinations, persecution, support for the alliance of new forces to confront each other, regenerate disasters, induce contradictions from all walks of life, step by step, and finally lay a new order of mountains and seas.

Each oppressed race has been weakened by countless revolts, and it has been living a life of bitterness and hatred for revenge and rejuvenation, and it has lived a life of burying its blood and name.

Or in the deserted Western Plateau, the damp and bleak low-lying rainforest, and the deep rock caves that do not see the light of day.

A year ago, an immortal cultivator appeared, who renounced his name and figure, and swore a blood alliance to cleanse all the clans from the years of seeing the pigs and smudging, and establish the 'Sunset Alliance' to form a new force.

Swear to resist Kunlun Mountain, blood to the end.

"I am an immortal cultivator of Kunlun Mountain, and I have slaughtered all over the Zhusha clan, this is the head of the great patriarch..."

A signature black trench coat was deeply concealed, carrying three bloody skulls and pestles in front of the remnants of the race, waiting for the forces to be amazed, and the rising anger and invective gradually rose to the sky, hating the heart-to-heart.

Since then, the image of this iconic black windbreaker has the trust of all the remnants, and it has risen up, established the first resistance and assembly alliance in the history of Shanhai Tiandi, summoned all the remnant forces, and secretly worked hard, recuperating day by day, pointing to the day to level Kunlun Mountain.

At that moment, the remnant alliance hooked ropes from the cliff wall of the 'Abyss', and pulled out the cages side by side, imprisoning another dangerous creature.

Irritable and arrogant, with white brains and red feet, his name is 'Zhu Wei Monkey', and he originally lived in the Shanhai Tiandi Ze Hexagram Position, the second mountain range in the west on the 'Xiaoci Mountain'.

This is an ape that carries signs, according to the lost ancient book "The Classic of Mountains and Seas", and when this beast appears, there will be a great war.

At this moment, the monkey in the cage jumped like thunder, looked at the various crowds, tore the wooden frame, and the arrogant had already gnawed a few solid woods.

"Just after the medicinal properties, this ape is very wild. ”

A line of black trench coats came to the front of the clans, and the pets spoke, and the sound of 'squeaking' wood tearing in front of them, and the sharp ape cries were mixed together, and sawdust was everywhere.

The black trench coat stepped forward alone, pulled down the hood, and a sword scar cut across the nose from the left temple to the right side of the face, full of murderous aura.

beckoned, another black windbreaker stepped forward, his pupils burst into red light, and the cage quieted down, and the 'Zhu Yan Monkey' immediately became serious, arching his hands and behaving properly.

From the first cage, the silence continued, and after a moment the monkeys sat like a rock.

"Go ahead. The black trench coat called.

Each 'Zhu Yan Monkey' has a sigil on its back, and the sigil turns into fire to form a mark, and the group of monkeys under the command tore off the wooden sill, jumped off the Bi Cliff of 'Tong Yuan', and chased to 'Chongwu Mountain'.

A black demon disappeared from his side, and the black trench coat turned around, and there was one less organizer.

A demon clan transforms into a black falcon and climbs into the sky in pursuit of the monkey.

Suspended parade ark, in front of the sacrificial platform, the priest is full of fox suspicion of the birds in front of him, an ape cry pierced the sky, the monkey followed the vine willow down the cliff, fell into the crowd, groaned, and bit every person.

A monkey swooped down from the sacrificial ark, with red eyes, pounced on the 'wandering bird', bit off its neck and tore open the flesh, gnawing all the time, and the noise was so loud that it couldn't be done.

The people praying all over the mountain, the monkeys made waves, and the mess everywhere intensified.

The monkey looked up and shouted at the shredded 'Bird', scratching a few claw marks on the board, attracted by a stream of blood.

Turning his head, he looked directly at the bloody snake gall bladder, and he was anxious, and he picked it up and gnawed it.

"Zhu tired monkey, Zhu tired monkey...", the priest thundered on the top, this is a creature with a bad omen, this is the second Yellow River sacrifice manifestation.

"If there is, there will be war. "Angry and talking to himself.

This is an animal that symbolizes bad signs, and if it appears, there will be a bad calamity, and it will definitely be in the heart over and over again, urging anger.

A sword blade slashed, and with a terrible sound, the monkey was cut off the boat and smashed down the Yellow River.

"Is this what the gods have revealed?" turned and leaned towards the edge of the boat, and rushed to the crack of the crown, unable to bear it.

I don't have time to take care of the mountains and wilderness, and I must find a reasonable explanation at this juncture.

The priest held on to the threshold, twisted the shape, and scanned the mountains, and stopped in anger.

"Quiet!" a roar broke through the mountains, silencing the noise.

"Kill the monkeys, and leave not a single one behind. "Just pick it up.

Caught in a panic, he slowed down, got up and changed the law, and the gods would be heavenly soldiers, driving the monkey like slaughtering a poultry, in an orderly manner, and the monkey gradually collapsed.

"That's not right, it's not a good sign. "There was a person on the sacrificial ark, also forty or fifty, dressed in a red python robe, with a square face, staring and eyebrows, and majestic.

"It's not a celestial omen, it's not a sign of heaven, how has there been such a decline in the past hundred years. In response, he was angry and couldn't fulfill his wish.

"This!"

The comer was carrying a half-lost monkey, drenched in blood, and deliberately showed its special side, a burning mark on its back.

"Seal?" exclaimed the priest, Daigo initiated.

"What's the sound?" the two of them agreed, staring forward.

The Yellow River is low-lying, the riverbed is bottoming out, the yellow is dry, and a wave of sound is brewing, brewing far away, hiding behind the 'Chongwu Mountain' in the distance.

"Arrows!"

The python-robed man shouted, and his attendant handed over the jade bow, but saw that he was looking at a black falcon and was in a hurry to drill into the sky.

It followed a fiery arrow through the sky, pierced through the body, and screamed violently, falling, smashing the altar and shattering all over the ground.

The black falcon took on a human form, dressed in black feathers, and struggled, stopped, and died.

"Demon Clan. The priest was dumbfounded.

At the same time, the water of the Yellow River dried up, and the sound hidden behind the 'Chongwu Mountain' pulled out the sky and leaned against the earth.

The surging Yellow River water was artificially intercepted, and the spell was cast into a huge golem, controlling the turbulent Yellow River water, and the momentum was magnificent.

The golem drove in, swept along the shore, rolled down, and countless watery dragons roared towards the cruising ark, separated from a nascent barrier, and poured back into the river.

A statue of the ancient demon ancestor, formed by absorbing the water of the Yellow River, towering through the sky, pulling out the sky and the earth, there is a majesty in the declaration.

In the eyes of the priest, the problem is far worse than imagined, this is the ancestor of the demon race, the figure of the ancient demon cultivator 'Tai Sui Red Charm'.

With such a big movement, is it sending a threatening signal to the Immortal Cultivators, or has it been completely reborn in a corner of the mountains and seas.

Looking at the world, only this branch can really pose a threat to Kunlun Mountain by the demon cultivators.