No one knows how old the Yellow River is.

But it runs through the entire history of Kyushu for 5,000 years.

Xiyue is magnificent, and the Yellow River is like a silk sky.

The Yellow River has been flowing for hundreds of millions of years, rolling thousands of miles of floods.

The mighty and mighty, carrying the sand and gravel of the wilderness, and the stacked cockroaches of the heavy rocks.

Rushing like a tornado, surging the heavens and the earth, like a tiger roaring, proud and desolate.

Its magnificence, its wildness, its nine-song and continuous, and unyielding personality are deeply imprinted into the bones of Kyushu people.

There is no one in Kyushu who does not know the Yellow River.

Even if you haven't seen it, the moment you see it, you know it's the Yellow River.

The vast soup flowing from the stele behind the old man of the Yellow River is definitely the epitome of the Yellow River, but all Kyushu monks will never admit their mistake.

And on the stele is an indescribable feeling, it is from the old man can not see the words clearly on the Yellow River stele across the four directions, across the mountains.

The monk of Fan Kyushu seemed to feel the resonance of a bloodline for a moment, and there seemed to be a wild yellow dragon roaring in the heavens.

The roar was like the sound of the Yellow River falling from Hukou Waterfall.

Screaming and screaming, galloping and galloping.

The stone gate on the opposite side of the Yellow River Monument that was high into the clouds dispersed in an instant, and three unnamed words were revealed on the huge stone gate.

The words are like ghosts and gods, sinuous and cold.

But when everyone saw the text, they naturally recognized the text on it: Ghost Gate.

It was as if a gluttonous beast had opened its mouth, as if it were the end of everything.

In front of one monument and one door, the Yin soldiers, who have always maintained stability like machines, have stagnated for the first time.

The terrifying momentum burst out and collided from the two in an instant, and then surged towards Tianyu, which was an invisible clash of wills.

The clouds rolled in the sky and were lifted like a curtain, revealing the moon and stars.

On Mount Tai, looking at this giant curtain that seems to have been artificially opened, it is full of exclamations of crowds.

And the Yellow River Heavenly Monument and the majestic gate that seems to be a ghost gate maintain a skillful balance.

The old man of the Yellow River did not move, and the ghost general who was seated by tens of thousands of Yin soldiers did not move.

But the ghost general's voice of the guardian of the Yellow River Heavenly Monument spread throughout the entire group of strange people.

"What is that?"

The great monk turned his head to look at the young Taoist priest.

"Legend has it that when Emperor Yu ruled the water, he suppressed the inscription of the Yellow River. ”

The young Taoist priest said with shock on his face.

The Yellow River Monument, does it really exist?

"Emperor Yu's things, no wonder this looks different, it's very violent!"

The great monk looked at the inscription and muttered, Emperor Qin's jade seal saw it, and it was amazing.

At this time, this Yuhuang inscription will not be bad.

"Now it's up to me to see what to do? Do you really want to fight? It's all my fault for talking too much!"

The young Taoist priest blamed himself a little.

If it weren't for him, he might not have reached such a tense moment of crisis.

"Yellow River?"

The monks outside Kyushu smiled, it seems that there is another place to hunt for treasure in Kyushu.

The Yellow River is 20,000 miles, and there must be more than one treasure.

In the distance, a person and a ghost were still in the midst of a confrontation, and the ghost general raised his head to look at the blurred huge stone tablet behind the old man, as if thinking about something.

The keeper of the Yellow River Monument is an amazing identity.

Everyone knows that Emperor Yu Ping Yellow River and cast Jiuding, Jiuding Town the world, but do not know that the Yellow River in the Yellow River Yu Huang cast nine monuments are almost not inferior to Jiuding.

In addition, in the last years of the Zhou Dynasty, a Jiuding thrown into the Yellow River, the Yellow River has too many supreme utensils.

And the keepers of the Yellow River Heavenly Monument are not only protected by the Heavenly Monument, but they are also the people who are most likely to obtain these supreme artifacts.

There is no need to oppose it for the sake of a minor friar.

After a long silence, the ghost general's broad body moved, he straightened up, and then waved his hand to disperse the ghost gate pass phantom behind him.

When the old man of the Yellow River saw that he stopped, he was stunned for a moment, and he also calmed down his blood, and as the blood and qi like mountains and seas disappeared, the stone tablet behind the old man of the Yellow River also disappeared into the air.

In an instant, the illusion of the general trend was completely eliminated.

"Since you are the keeper of the Yellow River Heavenly Monument, today's matter is over. ”

On the chariot of six horses galloping side by side, a hoarse voice like the friction of a glacier spread from the ghost general's body in all directions.

For the first time since he came out of the netherworld, the ghost general, who had never retreated, retreated.

He glanced at the old man of the Yellow River, and then with a wave of his hand, tens of thousands of stagnant Yin soldiers continued to advance.

The endless Yin soldiers are like ice water poured into the Taishan level, and after entering the end of Mount Tai, they disappear on the side of the majestic Mount Tai.

The old man of Huang He didn't speak, he just stood in place and looked at the people in all directions coldly, waiting for the Yin Soldier aisle to end.

Looking at all directions, the tiger's eyes can still retreat.

For a time, the entire entire Mount Tai and the monks outside Kyushu were quiet.

The old man of the Yellow River is standing there, does he really want to fight him?

If it's not beneficial, it's really not worth it.

In the distance, three Tianzhu monks gathered together, one of them spoke first:

"Venerable Gana, let's not go down to the mountain to talk about the Tao, right?"

"Wonderful, wonderful!"

Gana was so happy to see that someone was willing to go down the mountain first, he didn't recognize this old man before, and he definitely won't recognize him now.

This is definitely the old fisherman who gave him a fishing line on the edge of the Yellow River.

The people don't know what he is capable of, doesn't he know?

Cana didn't want to stay with this old man fishing.

Seeing that the person next to him proposed to go down the mountain, it was simply dozing off and someone handed the pillow.

Cana looked at Roye, who was speaking on his side, and said: Don't worry, Roye, this time I will definitely not beat you to the point that you can't get out of bed for two months.

Among the two pagans of Judas next to him, Miller looked at Pavarotti and the others in the distance, and smiled disdainfully:

"It seems that the shepherds are like that, they are just bullying the soft and afraid of the hard, let's go, Cousins, there is no point in staying. ”

"Oh, okay, wait for me!"

Miller walked into the distance without looking back, and Cousins beside him was stunned for a moment and hurriedly followed.

Instead of making an excuse to leave, the Brahmanical people did not say a word, they turned around and left under the leadership of the leader.

On the side of Mount Tai, several people who seem to be sacrificial and like goddesses slowly descend the mountain.

In an instant, the strange people at the foot of Mount Tai disappeared in an instant.

"Tell the truth, old man. ”

After everyone was ready to disperse, the great monk looked at the old man of the Yellow River and gave a thumbs up.

"Yes, it's amazing. ”

The young Taoist priest replied, one person pressed all directions, so majestic.

Just when everyone felt that everything was gone, and everything was over in the Yin Soldier aisle.

Pavarotti moved.