"This is the Heavenly Punishment Whip!" Emperor Zhang looked at the huge projection of the beacon induction, his eyes were slightly surprised, and he muttered.

Since the Guoshi Mansion has recruited more and more monks and sects, Zhang Hao has a better understanding of the cultivation world and many secrets of the Chinese Ghost Story World. Among them, it involves the heritage of various factions, such as the Heavenly Punishment Whip of the Kunlun faction.

Perhaps those top sects have unknown means of pressing the bottom of the box, but in the past thousands of years, due to various conflicts or unexpected situations, some sects have shown some background, and the reason why the Kunlun sect's Heavenly Punishment Whip is known is because it was used when facing a fierce demon king.

In the description of the monks around him, Emperor Zhang learned about the power of the Heavenly Punishment Whip, and only when he really witnessed it at this time did he know what the concept of this power was.

Originally, the ancestor god of the spirit clan exerted his supernatural powers and manifested thousands of miles of square faces, within this range, whether it was the light or the aura under his control, the vastness was like the coercion of the sea, and it made the bodies of many monks who were not highly cultivated stiff and difficult to control, this kind of supernatural power was really terrifying.

But after the seemingly small bronze wedge appeared, it was as high and sharp as the aura fluctuation that condensed the punishment of the heavens, and suddenly made the thousand inner holes of the Spirit Clan Ancestor God vibrate, just like when the TV signal was not good, his face suddenly distorted and suddenly recovered, and he could no longer control everything in a radius of thousands of miles.

From time to time, a pillar of light poured down, it was an uncontrolled spill of light, and all kinds of aura brilliance flickered and disappeared.

"Evil obstacles! Our human race was created by the Nuwa sage, and was favored by the Heavenly Dao, how can you compare with the barbarians! If you don't want to die, the only option is to cling to it as soon as possible. The figure of the Taoist in the gossip robes was suspended above the palace, shrouded in bronze and blue light, and shouted loudly.

The fierce aura of the Heavenly Punishment Whip. There was also the angry rebuke of this Taoist, which immediately boosted the suppressed morale and morale of many monks present.

"This Xuanhua real person has a bit of momentum." Zhang Hao looked at the Taoist in the gossip robe with a dignified face, and praised it slightly.

"For more than 4,000 years, the Kunlun Sect has been adhering to the righteous path of the cultivation realm, and a random decision can affect the entire cultivation world, and can make demons and monsters fearful. It is also natural to develop such momentum. But it's a bit overbearing. Zhao Yuanji said, obviously not liking Kunlun in his words.

"Accustomed to the high position, accustomed to the majesty and power of the bull's ear, and thus obtained great benefits. I don't like the existence that will affect their status, and I still have to do it after all. Aokiko said in a deep voice.

Both the Daqian and the Kunlun faction are psychologically prepared for this. Even some junior disciples can see it, let alone the high-level.

"I don't like this Kunlun faction." Wan Gui, who has a peaceful temperament, said that it is the body of a turtle and does not care about power and the like. The reason why he doesn't like it is not like it, he himself doesn't know why.

Zhang Hao smiled and didn't say anything. The Kunlun faction is domineering, but Daqian is not modest. However, compared to Kunlun, Daqian can provide great benefits to the monks, so they can ignore that kind of domineering. And the big dry noodles are very well decorated.

And whether you like it or not, in the end, the strongest wins. Under the general trend, I don't want to smash. It can only be attached.

Emperor Zhang saw it very clearly, but there was no need to say these words, after all, the monks also wanted to be face-saving, and if they said it too clearly, it would hurt their feelings.

"How many times can you use this treasure with such a foreign object?" Huge faces twist and change. Said indifferently.

"Say hello to you this time, and if you don't want to surrender, then wait for the end of destruction."

After saying that, the huge face disappeared abruptly, the sun shone down, and the breeze blew. The fresh and lively atmosphere of the wild world permeated. The instantaneous change even makes people wonder if Fang Cai is an illusion. But the coercion that still lingered in their minds let them know that it was the truth.

At this time, the monks' spirits were completely restored, and they were talking to each other about Fang Cai, looking at the Xuanhua Daoist and the bronze gong in the air, their eyes were full of respect and awe, in the eyes of many monks, the extremely powerful alien ancestor god was clearly scared away, which boosted their morale.

Ordinary monks didn't know that the ancestral gods in the mouths of foreign races were so terrifying, and they didn't know that some of the powerful sects in the cultivation world were not inferior.

"Make such a big scene, say it so fiercely, it's not like you obediently retreated!" Li Yuanzong stood up straight and relieved his qi.

"The Heavenly Punishment Whip doesn't need to be used a few times, and once it can make him unable to resist. To think that cultivation is high is to despise us and other Terran monks. Bah! ”

Some of the monks around him were happy, and some were still solemn.

The clear-headed, nimble monk pondered. How many ancestral gods do the aliens have? How much of the Heavenly Punishment Whip does each sect have?

What's more, the level of force mobilized by both sides has reached this level. Ordinary monks are involved in it, maybe they are cannon fodder, but they can't bear the aftermath at all, right? Of course, those are naturally borne by the elders. It's just that the ancestral gods of different races have appeared, and it is obvious that the big war is not far away.

After the spirit ancestor left, the Heavenly Punishment Whip turned into blue light and returned to the crystal card, and the crystal card was once again submerged into the Xuanhua Heavenly Spirit.

Xuanhua stood in the air, his bearing was majestic and calm, looking at the many monks in the palace city below, and said loudly:

"Wait for a good life to cultivate, compete with other races, fight for the luck of the whole race, and fight for our future.

Heaven and humanity are above, we are waiting for the bloody battle, and the way of heaven and humanity will give us merit and luck, and we will be reborn and achieve higher achievements through this catastrophe.

Don't worry about the ancestral gods and other powerhouses of the alien race, they will naturally be dealt with by our elders and others. Your task will not exceed your limits. ”

"The Terrans will win!" Someone shouted loudly after the Xuanhua Daoist finished speaking.

In the entire huge palace city, the atmosphere is high, and the words of the Xuanhua Taoist are very clear, this time the different worlds are connected, it is a catastrophe and an opportunity, and it is also an inescapable tempering.

Monks who can cultivate to a certain level have a tenacious mind, and cultivation is a process of reversing their own fate, and there are also all kinds of disasters, and what is in front of them is just the tribulation that encompasses all the monks and even the entire human race, and there are many fellow Daoists together. Very bold.

There is no way to dodge, then you can only fight, and there are inexhaustible benefits to win.

When most of the monks thought about this clearly, they were all in high spirits and began to hone their martial arts or prepare Dharma elixirs.

Xuanhua Daoist nodded with satisfaction, and his figure fell back to the main hall in the center of the palace. An alien ancestral god appears. He wasn't as relaxed as he seemed, and he had to consult with the elders in charge.

In the main hall of Wanxiang Palace, Aokiko saw the ancestor of the spirit clan leaving happily, and said, "The alien race is testing the strength of the monk. ”

"Well, after the other worlds are connected, they first explore each other, and after slowly getting to know each other, they are all preparing for war. Regardless of whether the alien ancestor god was asleep or cultivating before, it involved the fusion of the two worlds. None of them can ignore it. Right now, they seem to be getting ready. Wangui nodded.

"This temptation is not necessarily limited to this." Zhao Yuanji said.

was said by Zhao Yuanji, and on the same day, six more strongholds appeared one after another, and traces of foreign ancestral gods appeared.

In addition to the spirit ancestor gods, there are also barbarian ancestor gods, ghost ancestor gods, and copper ancestor gods, obviously these races have a tacit understanding with each other.

Most of these ancestral gods have not shown their traces. It's just that they can be judged by their abilities and supernatural powers.

Like the earliest Spirit Ancestral Gods, after those few strongholds showed their strength to fight them. These ancestral gods retreated one after another.

Every time he was tempted, Zhang Hao witnessed it with his own eyes through the ability of beacon perception. In addition to the monstrous power displayed by those ancestral gods, they also saw the various sects that they knew or didn't know before.

Of the three strongholds in charge of the great cadres, two were tested this time.

One is the ancestral god of the ghost clan who controls a large black mist. The ghost cries wolf in the black fog. Just the sight and sound make people's hearts sway, and there is a faint uncomfortable feeling of being torn out.

The other showed a large sea of turbid blood, and countless Shura-like ghosts and monsters were fighting in the sea of blood, and this kind of magical power made people's blood boil, as if they were about to get out of their bodies. This is the embodiment of the barbarian ability.

There are three branches of the Fuso tree that are covered with fire patterns and vaguely form the leaves of the golden crow pattern. Forced back the noble ancestral god. This is the essence of the Danding Sect, three leaves, each of which can exert great power. It's a pity that there are only three leaves.

The other manifestation is a long river of turbidity, coming and going from nowhere, with the breath of bewildering the soul to wash away the memory.

This is the Yellow Spring of the real Yellow Spring. This kind of Yellow Spring True Water is said to have been condensed from the Yellow Spring of the Difu for a long time ago, and it was obtained by the Yellow Spring Demon Sect. At this time, there were only two drops left in the Yellow Spring Demon Sect.

Emperor Zhang and Daqian don't have any background, of course, this has to deduct the power of the space-time gate. It's just that no matter how powerful the space-time gate is, it is not good for Emperor Zhang to stay in the stronghold all the time. Therefore, I can only borrow the heritage of my subordinate sects. Fortunately, they were willing and had no dissatisfaction.

Zhang Hao paid attention to the situation of the twelve strongholds in the Savage World through beacon sensing, and sects such as the Kunlun Sect also had their own methods of observation.

The alien ancestral gods used this to test the strength and heritage of the monks, and in turn, the monks also observed their strength from the performance of the alien ancestral gods. It's a mutual thing. So, after the attack on the first stronghold, the entire monastic community was paying attention in various ways.

In the palace city, a stronghold controlled by the Kunlun faction, in a majestic and magnificent hall, Xuanhua and several other monks of the same generation sat on the cloud case.

There are also some cloud cases around them, with phantom-like figures appearing on them, and the one sitting at the top is the head of the sect, Xuan Zhen.

They apparently manifested themselves in this way by some wonderful means, so that they could communicate with each other. At this time, they all looked at the huge mirror in the center of the main hall.

Seeing the scene when the infected sky was dark and yellow in the image of the mirror, Xuan Su, who had a narrow face, snorted coldly,

"The Yellow Springs Demon Sect is really desperate to follow that big job? The real water of Huangquan was taken out.

Ying Quan is really crazy, he used to be so vicious and treacherous, but now he has become a filial son and grandson. There is no monk's demeanor at all.

Mo is not a dog, the more he beats him, the more he is in awe and obedience! (To be continued.) )

PS: I'm not in a good state today, I got home at six o'clock, I didn't even eat, and I wanted to finish a chapter and then go to dinner, but I didn't finish writing a chapter until now, and I was speechless.