Today's scenes have never even been recorded in the history books! Perhaps only in the countless mystical novels written by novelists and literati can there be similar descriptions of scenes.

But what is that, after all, it is a fantasy, and the jobs of the storytellers in the teahouse are all illusory, how can they appear in reality?

Looking at this obviously perverse Heavenly Gate, countless people rubbed their eyes again, unable to believe that these things were real, and wondered if they were hallucinating.

There are also many people who have advanced cultivation and begin to calm down, close their eyes and recuperate, and examine whether they have fallen into the illusion of blindness.

Just as the gate of heaven was opened, an ethereal voice came, which seemed to be 108,000 miles away, but it made everyone hear it clearly, as if it was spoken in their ears.

"Ignorant mortals, dare to go against the sky and suppress luck!

When the words fell, I saw twelve people wearing purple and silver-edged robes coming out of the door, each of them standing in the void with their hands and feet, with wisps of thunder on their bodies, and the monstrous pure yuan qi and origin power swept around!

"Stepping on the void, are they saints?!"

"Just step on the void, if someone is not mistaken, the wisps of things around them, is it thunder?!"

"That's right, that's thunder! It must be thunder!"

"Oh my God, who the hell are they, are they sent by God to punish us?!"

.........

Such a sudden scene caused a monstrous wave in everyone's hearts, and the atmosphere of horror continued to spread among the crowd.

I saw that among the twelve people, one of the men looked down at everyone on the plain, and looked at the seriously injured and dying Ping Xianggong, and couldn't help but let out a sneer:

"Don't measure yourself! Even the Immortal Monarch can't easily touch the luck, and even the true immortal cultivators dare to do the thing of ants devouring elephants!"

The man was obviously sneering, but his voice resounded like thunder across the plain, and countless people with slightly weaker physiques were shocked and bled to death on the spot.

The civil and military officials of the realm hall were all stunned when they heard this, and the Qingzhou general named Yang Beichen straightened his body, looked directly at the twelve people standing in the sky, and reprimanded angrily:

"The thief dares to be so presumptuous! But the twelve celestials who control the thunder law, pretending to be gods and ghosts, I am towering in Great Xia, how can you wait for a place where you can run rampant, is there really no one who can clean you up?!"

As soon as these words came out, the soldiers and countless people who watched the ceremony gradually came back to their senses, it turned out that it was not God's punishment, but twelve saints who jumped out of nowhere, bah, what saints, heavenly people.

At the beginning, Great Xia conquered the west and the south to attack the northern hub, and killed so many enemies and celestials, although the twelve celestials were very powerful, but Daxia could definitely turn over and suppress them!

It's just that on this entire plain, there is only one saint, Ping Xianggong, who is now seriously injured and almost dying. They are full of twelve celestials, and the destructive power they possess is probably not as simple as one plus one, two plus two, and there should be a qualitative change!

Thinking of this, there was some commotion among the people again, and many people had already begun to run into the city, after all, there were still 280,000 soldiers, 100,000 light horsemen and 20,000 heavy horsemen outside the city!

Even if these 400,000 troops stand still and let them kill twelve people, it is impossible for them to finish killing them when they are exhausted, so as long as they run fast and are not targeted, they will definitely be able to save their lives.

At this time, the person who sneered in the sky put his eyes on Yang Beichen's body, his expression was slightly cold, and he said coldly: "Just an immortal, I don't know whether I live or die!

As the words fell, the man raised one hand high, and a terrifying thunderbolt slowly condensed from the palm of his hand, the thunder light became deeper and deeper, and countless small thunderbolts flashed in it, gradually becoming irritable.

Then the man waved his big hand towards Yang Beichen, and the thunder turned into a terrifying thunderbolt that slashed at him, and the momentum was like a bamboo.

Seeing this, everyone immediately let out a burst of exclamations, worried about Yang Beichen, who volunteered to enter the battle against the power of heaven and earth.

As a general above hundreds of millions of people in the northern border of Gyeongju, he can basically be said to be a very human minister.

He didn't need to enter the battle and risk being wiped out if he wasn't careful, let alone suffer this terrifying thunder at the first glance. Such a chivalrous and hot-blooded general, everyone does not want him to be crushed and killed in such humiliation.

Yang Beichen looked at the amazing thunder that was like a bamboo, and mobilized the vitality of heaven and earth with grief and indignation, but the thunder was too fast, just enough for him to barely bless his body.

Feeling the power contained in the thunder, if you resist with the current body blessed by the power of heaven and earth, you will inevitably be hit hard, and even fall here!

As soon as he thought of this, a flash of madness suddenly burst into his eyes, and he shouted: "Thief, you will die! I am waiting for you below!"

When the words fell, Yang Beichen gritted his teeth and looked resolute, staring at the man deadly, since there is no way to avoid it, then remember the appearance of this person, if he is really dead, after Daxia avenges himself, he will meet him below, and then slowly clean him up!

However, after staring at the man for a while, Yang Beichen suddenly felt that something was wrong, why hadn't the thunder fallen yet?

Just as he was wondering, a wild voice with a slight impatience echoed across the plain.

"Little cubs of the thunder department, you grandfathers, you have waited so hard!"

Everyone's eyes all looked at the top of the nine-zhang high platform, and they saw that behind Yang Beichen, an old man with crane hair and a childish face appeared at some point.

The old man held an extremely hideous long knife in his hand, grinning and looking at the twelve celestial beings in the sky wearing purple background and silver-edged robes.

Yang Beichen turned his head and looked, he was almost startled by the old man, but he also reacted at this time, just now it is estimated that this old man blocked the thunder for him, making him unscathed.

Yang Beichen suddenly knelt down on one knee and clenched his fists and said in a deep voice: "Thank you for the life-saving grace of your seniors, junior Yang Beichen, remember your life, and you will repay your predecessors in the future!"

The old man glanced down at him, grinned again, and showed that slightly ugly smile, "Little doll, the old man is destined for you! Don't run later, you can enter the demi-saint today, and it will be of great benefit to you if you don't see it well!"

The old man said, holding a knife in one hand, he took off into the air and stood on the side of the heavenly gate, and at this time, everyone was surprised to find that on the heavenly gate, a man with a sword appeared silently!

"Hahahaha, I didn't expect that my Great Xia saint had already hidden, just waiting for this group of thieves to appear!"

"Fuck the stinking fart, what do you mean by hiding?! You kid can't speak, be careful of being beaten!"

"I didn't expect that the Emperor of Wanfang ordered to punish immortals, there are really immortals in this world!"

"What can the immortals do? Those who offend my Great Xia will be punished!"

.........

Countless people watching the ceremony were crazy at this time, shouting and shouting, and their excitement was overflowing. In their opinion, as long as Great Xia makes a move, there will be no time to fail, and these twelve heavenly men today will die!

At this moment, even the people who sneaked into the city to take refuge stopped running, and they all looked at the twelve celestial beings above their heads with arrogance, wanting to watch the peerless battle!

Even during the riot years, the saints were very few existences, all of them were the pinnacle of the various countries, even if in the end the Xia Kingdom fought all the way through the Warring States and smashed the capital of the Northern Heavenly Emperor, there was only a scene of dozens of saints fighting, which was known as the largest war between heaven and earth in the riot year, and it was said that even the sky was dyed blood red!

Now that I am in the Yong'an period, which is recognized as a peaceful and prosperous era by the five heavens and earths, I want to see more than a dozen saints fighting the Fa? Then it is better to think about what the sky looks like, maybe one day when it rains heavily, the innocence will collapse.

Just when everyone was talking, the twelve people wearing purple background and silver-edged battle robes, their faces no longer had the previous posture of overriding all beings and looking at the world, and they looked around with solemn faces, and carefully examined the plain again.

But after examining for a long time, they didn't find that except for the man with the sword above the Heavenly Gate, and the old man with the sword, the expressions on the faces of several people did not improve, but became heavier.

At this time, a slightly older man among the twelve stared at them and said in a deep voice, "What about the others?"

The old man with the knife looked up to the sky and smiled: "Ben Sheng, isn't it enough to kill you?"

The slightly older man sneered when he heard this: "You are also true immortals, you may not even be able to beat the old man, and you dare to make a big deal to kill my Twelve True Immortals of the Thunder Department?!"

The old man with the knife looked at the man fixedly, a slightly ugly smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said fiercely: "Yes, the old man is going to ask you little cub for advice." ”

Just when the old man with the knife and the twelve true immortals of the Thunder Department were confronting, on the nine-zhang high platform, Yang Beichen's eyes were on Lihuayuan, which was still not moving in Changshui City.

He knew very well that there was another saint in it, and it was ...... A saint among the descendants of the Queen.