The continuous drizzle suddenly turned into a storm of death.

The old Taoist priest and the prince of Nanchu shouted angrily in unison.

The two sides who had just fought to the death and vowed to kill their opponents, at this moment they joined hands to block the terrible rain in front of them.

Although the rain of death that fell from the sky was stopped, the people and horses on both sides of the Qingniuguan and Southern Chu Dynasty had already fallen in pieces.

Cheng Shuzhi looked at the old Taoist priest and the king of Nanchu Yuyang in front of him, and shook his head helplessly: "Why bother?"

The two opposites both looked ugly.

The Taiji diagram controlled by the old Taoist priest grew larger in mid-air, blocking the rain above.

And the brightness of the King of Yuyang in Southern Chu was all condensed and blessed on the huge golden dragon, and the dragon's groans were endless, rolling the raging golden flames, and rushing towards Cheng Shuzhi.

Uncle Cheng looked a little helpless, but his movements were relaxed.

One hand is still holding the oil-paper umbrella under his armpit, and the other hand is flat forward.

An invisible wall suddenly appeared in the void.

The golden tornaise swept its flames at it, but it couldn't break through the barrier of the wall.

The flames of light kept escaping in all directions, but they could not get past the invisible walls, but instead sputtered in other directions.

The raindrops that fell from above seemed to be a little denser.

Countless lines of rain kept falling.

Although the Taiji Diagram tried its best to turn, it could only stop most of it, and some of the rain lines still broke through the Taiji Diagram, broke through the heavy purple qi, and fell on the golden dragon.

So these rain lines, like needles, kept piercing the golden dragon, causing the golden dragon to let out a painful wail.

It is already difficult to move forward, and at the moment it is even more weak and unsustainable.

Uncle Cheng was a little distressed: "Two, Cheng admires your will very much, and praises your strength, but my emperor will arrive soon, and it will be difficult for me to recover my life like this." ”

As he spoke, he withdrew his outstretched hand and pulled the oil-paper umbrella from under his armpit.

When the two people on the other side heard that the Empress of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty herself was about to arrive here, their hearts sank to the bottom.

At this time, seeing Uncle Cheng holding the oil-paper umbrella in his hand, before he could open it, the faces of the two of them changed again.

The old Taoist priest sighed and shook his head helplessly: "Mr. Cheng asked Her Majesty the Empress on behalf of the poor." ”

After saying that, he immediately retreated, Taijitu resisted the torrential rain above, and left here with his own Qingniuguan disciples.

The master of his Qingniu Temple did not leave to come to the Western Qin Dynasty this time.

At present, the disciples of Qingniuguan who have entered the ground of Western Qin are all taking advantage of the general trend of the joint attack of all families on Qin, and they have taken the opportunity to get a piece of the pie.

The people of the Chu Emperor confronted the old sword immortal in Zhengyang City, and it was okay for the people in the Qingniu Guan to fight with the Southern Chu Dynasty.

But the Empress of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty may be close at hand, and she really can't hold on any longer.

What's more, even if the empress doesn't arrive, he and the King of Southern Chu Yuyang join forces, and he is not sure enough to take down the "rain master" Cheng Shuzhi, who is the second master of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty.

In the whole world, outside the giants, the middle-aged man in front of him, who looks like he is rheumatism, is also one of the few top masters.

Although the realm of the three people present is the same, and he and the King of Nanchu Yuyang are also the elders of the Holy Land, but in terms of their cultivation strength, there is still a difference between superior and inferior.

What's more, even if the two of them join forces to win, they will face the Empress of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty next, and they will be determined to die.

Although the unwilling duck that had already entered the pot flew again, the people in the Qingniu Guanzhong had no choice but to retreat at this moment.

Whether the situation can be reversed depends on whether the owner of his own house can get out of the mountain now.

The empress of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty went to the Western Qin, and the boundaries of her own Eastern Zhou Dynasty were inevitably empty.

Although the Eastern Zhou side should be prepared, there are no loopholes to be exploited.

That King of Southern Chu Yuyang, after a slight hesitation, the people of Qingniuguan had already retreated first, leaving him alone.

The torrential rain that fell from the sky instantly turned into purgatory, locking him in it, and there was no way out.

Uncle Cheng on the opposite side nodded again and again: "The Taoist chief understands the righteousness, Cheng is grateful, and now it is much easier." ”

The oil-paper umbrella in his hand was re-clipped under his armpit.

But Nanchu Yuyang Wang was not happy at all, and only felt that the pressure had increased sharply.

A Southern Chu warrior shouted: "I'm willing to retreat!"

Uncle Cheng sighed: "It's late." ”

As if to verify his words, everyone was shocked, and their eyes looked at the horizon in the distance.

It looked like a moving hill was moving closer to it.

It was clearly a huge green ox with four hooves on fire, dragging a huge ox cart through the mountains.

The ox cart that looked simple in appearance suffocated all the people in Southern Chu present.

The Eastern Zhou Dynasty and the Southern Chu Dynasty attacked each other for many years, and there were constant conflicts.

Naturally, they were very familiar with the bullock cart and knew what it meant.

"My emperor has arrived, Cheng must have some harvest to return to life, Cheng Lao, offended. Uncle Cheng said, shaking it in the air with one hand.

The black rain clouds above suddenly fell.

Accompanied by heavy rain, continuous thunder sounded and turned into a piece.

Countless rays of thunder fell from the black clouds, as if instead of rain, turning into a thunderous rainstorm, densely bombarding the people of Southern Chu, including King Yuyang.

In the face of such a violent attack, the warriors of Southern Chu fell in pieces.

King Yuyang rose up and his whole body shone brightly in the world, but he could only protect himself within a limited range of his body.

And outside of the protection of Guangming Huang, he could only watch the Shura field that turned into thunder and lightning outside.

Uncle Cheng moved his aching joints, stepped forward in the air, killed in front of the King of Nanchu Yuyang, and grabbed it in the sea of golden light and fire.

Although the thunderstorm could not extinguish the flickering flames, it successfully dispersed the sea of fire, which was convenient for Uncle Cheng to drive straight in.

Under the rain clouds, in the lightning and thunder, it seemed that a huge golden dragon roared in pain, no longer majestic, trying to escape into the distance.

But under the flickering thunder, there seemed to be a huge ghost and god who seemed to be inhuman, grabbing the golden dragon with both arms, standing between heaven and earth with the posture of catching the dragon.

The roar of both sides was earth-shattering, overshadowing the continuous thunderclap explosions.

The huge bullock cart as small as a hill did not pay attention to this, did not make a sound, but kept moving forward at its own established pace.

The rain clouds that obscured the sky and the sun were constantly moving, as if they were deliberately trying to get out of the way for the ox carts.

The ox cart completely ignored the battle on the sidelines and drove forward on its own.

After a few moments, the thunderclap that had fallen behind the side came to a low halt.

Then the black clouds, with a light rain, moved at a rapid speed and caught up with the moving ox cart.

Uncle Cheng held an oil-paper umbrella under his arm, and re-went to the front of the car to drive the ox cart.

"It's slow. ”

The man in the car said as he peeled the walnuts and threw the walnut kernels into his mouth.

While driving, Uncle Cheng gently slapped his shoulder, and said with a wry smile: "I'm getting old, I'm getting old, I haven't moved for too long, and my body is getting more and more rusty." ”

"If you always think of yourself as an old man in your heart, then you are really old. The voice in the car said: "Learn more from me, the baby is only six years old this year." ”

Uncle Cheng rolled his eyes helplessly: "Yes, Your Majesty, you will always be six years old." ”

The ox cart traveled all the way through the land of Western Qin and drove to Zhengyang City.

On the road, you can see masters from all walks of life everywhere, almost in a dog-like staggered form of dogs, fighting for various important places in Western Qin, and winning and losing each other.

But no one can stop the ox cart from moving forward.

The closer it got to Zhengyang City, the capital of the Western Qin Emperor, the fewer similar battles there were.

After crossing a certain boundary, the forces of all parties disappeared in an instant, and the territory belonging to Western Qin in front of them was restored to a peaceful and peaceful place, as if it were two worlds compared to before.

But as the ox cart continued, the atmosphere became oppressive again.

Although there was no scene of a great battle, there seemed to be an invisible momentum in the air, making the whole world seem to freeze.

This may be the reason why not many more people dare to set foot here.

As the ox cart advanced, a majestic city appeared on the horizon in the distance.

It is the imperial capital of the Western Qin, Zhengyang City.

In the sky above Zhengyang City, the large array of defending the city operated silently.

And on the top of the heavenly dome upwards, the first place that comes into the eye is a condensed innate gossip diagram that is extremely huge, even greater than the great array of Zhengyang City defending the city.

Above the gossip map, it holds up the terrifying sea of blood that covers the sky and the sun.

Adjacent to the sea of blood, there is a brilliant and shining sea of pure gold and fire, and in the sea of fire, the big golden dragon next to it keeps rising and raging.

Regardless of the momentum or scale, it is much grander than the previous King of Nanchu Yuyang.

There is also a dark gold god and demon who seems to stand up to the sky, standing in the sea of blood, standing independently, as if supporting the sky.

On the side of the innate Bagua diagram, there is a long heavenly river extending out, and at the same time, there is a golden Bodhisattva statue standing.

The two sides were silent in confrontation.

Until the ox cart appeared.

In the dark golden appearance of gods and demons, the voice of Jiang Yi, the leader of the Red Dust Ancient God Sect, came out: "The empress is out of the customs, congratulations." ”

For the attacking side, this is a variable that everyone does not want to see.

The people in the car came out of the customs earlier, than everyone expected.

The only uncertain question now is whether the other party will break through the barrier ahead of schedule or succeed.

"Sect Master Jiang is polite. ”

As the sound sounded, in the ox cart, a woman came out and stood on the back of the ox.

Her outfit is relatively simple, although it is also graceful and luxurious, but it is far more simple than that of Emperor Chu and Emperor Western Qin.

It's not a royal formal attire, but it's a bit like a regular dress in the deep palace.

He is of medium height and has picturesque eyebrows.

She looks younger than her actual age, only fifteen or sixteen years old.

But at this moment, no one in Zhengyang City will despise her.

Whether it was the leader of the Ancient God Sect who had just spoken, or the Blood River Ancestor who had been famous for thousands of years, or the Southern Chu Emperor who also ruled the vast world, they all looked at the girl on the back of the green cow cautiously at this moment.

The girl got out of the car, didn't look at others, looked at the Tianhe first, and arched her hand: "Yun Lao." ”

In the middle of the heavenly river, the old sword fairy smiled: "Ruotong is here." ”

In the camp guarding the side of Xiqin, Mr. Tianji and Abbot Xiaoxi Tianpuhui also looked at the girl silently at this time.

To some extent, the other party can almost be regarded as the most legendary person in today's world, or at least one of the most legendary people.

The youngest giant powerhouse in the history of the Red Dust Realm.

Empress, Xu Ruotong.