Blood Palace.

Xiao Chen's mind had fallen silent to an imperceptible state, the clone of the imperial road power was not so easy to refine, not to mention that if he wanted the emperor clone to burst out with the most extreme combat power, it was even more necessary to control the entire clone.

Time passed, and in the fourth year of the Beihai Holy Son's Expedition in the fourth year of the Humane Imperial Domain, the Holy Son of the Human Realm of the Human Realm was defeated, and the Holy Throne was taken away, and he had no choice but to retreat to the North Sea.

In the thirteenth year, the Holy Son of Western Xinjiang Jin sighed and was defeated, and the peak hidden dragon luck was divided into seven and defeated in Western Xinjiang.

In the twenty-seventh year, the war of the Humane Imperial Domain resumed, and the Holy Son of Beihai, Mu Qianguo, fought five times in a row, but he won one and lost four, and his peak luck was interrupted, and he was also defeated in Beihai and disappeared in desperation.

In the forty-sixth year, the Purple Dragon Holy Son of the Eastern Wilderness appeared in the Humane Imperial Domain, and even fought against the Prince of Light in the south, and the Gonggong clan in the North Sea, and won two copies of the hidden dragon luck in a row, making up for the shortage of the hidden dragon luck when he was defeated before.

In the forty-seventh year, the Holy Son of Middle Earth, King Nujiang, broke through the ancestral land of his family, and fought for a day and a night in the Eastern Wilderness Purple Dragon Holy Son, and the two sides retreated, causing the suspicion of countless Terran warriors.

In the blink of an eye, a hundred years have passed, since the battle between the Purple Dragon Holy Son and the Nujiang King, the Humane Imperial Domain has suddenly calmed down, but the undercurrent in the dark is becoming more and more turbulent.

The big waves wash the sand, wash the real gold!

The Holy Son, who is still able to rank on the holy throne now, has almost climbed to the peak of his momentum, and seems to understand that the next expedition will be the moment to decide the true dragon, and for a while, all of them began to hide, boiling themselves and seeking a breakthrough.

In the one hundred and eightieth year of Xiao Chen's retreat, a majestic figure descended to the Humane Imperial Domain, and Fuyu Cang, known as the first holy son of the human race, appeared!

As soon as he appeared, he directly invited the remaining Terran Holy Sons, including Xiao Chen, but unfortunately, Xiao Chen, who was still in charge of the Emperor's Dao clone in the Blue Blood Palace, did not respond in the slightest.

In that battle, the entire Humane Imperial Domain was dark, and in front of countless Terran warriors, Fu Yu Cang single-handedly resisted the six Terran Holy Sons.

Each blow caused the shackles of heaven and earth to tremble, and they were all on the verge of power limitation, and if they were adding a little, they would immediately trigger the induction of heaven and earth.

The violent power tore open the heavenly dome of the Human Emperor Domain, and the whole became collapsed, so relying on the critical combat power, Fu Yu Cang used his peak combat technique to once again show the majesty of the First Holy Son of the other world to the entire human world.

Under the siege of the six holy sons, he was still at ease, as if he was idle, even if he had the power to break the boundaries of heaven and earth, he could not shake his body.

The power of pushing the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths completely shattered the Heavenly Dome of the Human Emperor Domain, and the starry sky turned into a land of dust, and finally stepped through the void with a battle robe, through the fury and rage in the sky, and stepped into the deep mountains in the depths of the Heavenly Palace.

And the rest of the Terran Holy Sons were all covered in blood, and their breaths were up and down, and they were all deeply hit, but what made everyone different, defeated all the Holy Sons, and Fuyu Cang did not deprive the Holy Sons who belonged to them of their luck.

"It's not enough."

A sigh spread throughout the starry sky, this is the sound that Fuyu Cang made before leaving, with an indescribable qi, like an old man inspecting his juniors, just like that, accompanied by a sigh, stepping into the oldest mountain range of the human race.

Fuyu Cang's defeat of the six holy sons of the human race naturally shook the entire human world, and after the war, the six holy sons all disappeared without a trace, and everyone understood that the holy sons had all entered the hidden cultivation, and this battle was too big a blow to them.

are both peak realm martial artists, even if there is a slight gap between them and Fuyu Cang, but on the premise of not breaking the critical power, this gap can be said to be very small, but they are still defeated so simply.

As for Xiao Chen, over the years, the Tomb King has sent a batch of fierce beasts every once in a while, and even the alien races he has captured, each time the number is enough to tens of millions of dollars, I have to say that this is the benefit of his current peak.

In a word, there are countless people running for it, hundreds of millions of warriors fighting for it, an edict, countless people to die, and for hundreds of years, he has been supplied with more than hundreds of millions of fierce beasts of all kinds.

And he only needs to cultivate with peace of mind, and he doesn't have to do it himself!

Although the war division under his seat has not been on the expedition over the years, under the leadership of Bai Zhan, he has entered the battlefield of the Hundred Clans, along with several of his disciples and Xiao Qianyuan.

The battlefield of the hundred tribes is vast and boundless, and all the tribes appear to have conquests every day, so the fierce beasts that have been captured over the years have also appeared in the unique heterogeneous bloodlines of the hundred tribes.

Star Sea World.

At this moment, only a piece of tiger skin was left on the ground, and in its place, another crystal light hung on the tree of life.

As Xiao Chen expected, this Divine Tiger could be said to have preserved all its blood and divine power, but after being reabsorbed by the Tree of Life, its strength also faded a lot, and the power of the Imperial Road was barely retained in its perception.

But no matter what, the royal road is always the royal road!

And the Emperor Road clone that was refined, after hundreds of years of fusion, was also nearing the end, and the entire body had transformed into Xiao Chen's appearance, with flesh and blood manifestation, and wearing a robe formed by energy convergence, just like a real martial artist.

The same Xiao Chen separated a divine thought and submerged into the Imperial Road clone transformed by the Divine Tiger, strangling the weak nascent spiritual wisdom in it and occupying the Imperial Road clone.

As for the Heavenly Clan martial artist who had been crushed by him before, Xiao Chen did not have the slightest exception and threw it to the Tree of Life.

In the depths of the Heavenly Palace, the vast ancient mountains exude decay and desolation.

Only when you enter this ancient burial ground will you find that this is actually a cave.

It seems that it is not in the same time and space as the barren land, and the ancient mountains are more than ten thousand miles high, and the head of the xenomorph that has long been extinct in the outside world looms in the ancient forest.

Even the depths of the mountain range were so dark that no sunlight could penetrate them.

The earth here is stained with blood, and you can vaguely see some white bones, or half-buried soil, or weathered or petrified, and some soldiers are as big as mountains, but they have decayed, and they have been eroded by time to create holes.

Click!

The rotten white bones were trampled to pieces, and a golden-robed warrior manifested himself, holding a short spear in his hand, and on some young faces, there was a kind of twilight aging, and those eyes revealed the vicissitudes of time.

"Taihao, your spear is blunt. ”

Another young figure appeared, and the whole person was like a green wind, as if there was no real god form.

The golden-robed warrior is the Taihao Holy Son, maybe it is no longer appropriate to call him the Holy Son at this moment.

Under the young face, there is an indescribable old age, and there is a vast qi blooming, this qi is penetrating the heavens and the earth, stirring the universe, but it seems that this vast mountain range has limitations, and the vast qi is not transmitted.

The cracked war spear in his hand had been completely repaired at the moment, exuding a loud hum.

"My spear has never been blunt, never has been, and never will be!" Tai Hao's voice carried an incomparable firmness.

"I wonder if the Emperor's sword is still sharp?"

"Kill!"

In an instant, the illusory cyan figure erupted with a monstrous killing force, and the momentum that erupted at this moment was not much worse than that of the previous Taihao Holy Son.

Click!

At this moment, the sound of shattering sounded, and I saw that the ground under the feet of the two men cracked and extended, and the crack started from a mound of sealed earth that was no more than ten zhang high.

A rich atmosphere of decay overflowed from the cracks, followed by the collapse of the entire sealed soil, and a bluestone tombstone squeezed out with the cracked soil, as if because the years were too long, the seal characters on the stone tablet were already very blurred.

However, I can vaguely identify a few, and I paint ...... Emperor... Tomb.

When all the sealed soil exploded, a large pit appeared in the same place, and a gray-robed figure appeared in the pit, holding a wooden stick like rotten wood in his hand, but the mottled marks on the wooden stick were more like a dragon shadow entrenched.

"I'm not him after all!"

A sigh came from the gray-robed figure, causing the wooden stick in his hand to tremble.

"Panlong stick, Tu Mountain Emperor, stick to break the heavens, the emperor of the world. As he spoke, the gray-robed figure actually burst out laughing, and his voice was like thunder, shaking the mountains and forests, making countless xenomorphic beasts startled.

Facing the roar of the gray-robed figure, the two people on the side did not make the slightest sound, and waited until they were quiet again.

"Emperor Cang has already fought with the contemporary Holy Sons, I don't know how?"

Click!

As the sound fell, another shattering sound rang out.

This time, the direction of the sound transmission was a low sealed land, with one of the dozens of sealed soil mounds, a large black hole, emerging from one of the sealed soils, followed by a figure.

"They can't follow us into the Nine Shadows Yellow Spring!" the figure that appeared shouted.

"This is the next guardian heir of my human race, I can't fold it in the Yellow Spring, no matter what happens next, I have to leave the seeds for this era, I have prepared so many eras, I will wait for my return, some things are still for us to do,"

"Okay, no matter whether it is survival or destruction next, the human race needs someone to protect it, although these juniors are still a little immature, we used to come from them like this!"

The gray-robed figure nodded, and although the remaining Taihao and the two did not speak, they obviously agreed.

"However, Emperor Cang made a move this time, I'm afraid there is one less person. ”

Hearing this, there was a slight wry smile in Fu Yucang's eyes, and he said: "Even I didn't expect such a big change, which was not expected before, there was a sudden rise of one person, although the other holy sons are still a little worse now, but the momentum has been accumulated to the peak, and it is enough to cast the imperial road in the future, but this one person can't see through it!"