Day 8. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

In the Tower of Babel, the water and moon light curtain was lit up as usual, and in the eyes of the one hundred and eight senators, on the light curtain, the emperor was reborn in the ancient well without waves, and the void was sitting in the void.

However, this independent figure of the world gave the one hundred and eight grandmasters present an indescribable heavy depression from heart to body, and it was also extremely dazzling, piercing straight into their hearts.

In the huge empty space, the atmosphere had condensed into ice, and no one spoke.

Jiang Wanli, Chen Shenmu, Su Beixuan, Taiqi Mountain, Murong Ge, Hong Xuanji...... They all died before their eyes.

These characters are taken out separately, each of them is a supreme powerhouse who dominates a state, has experienced hundreds of years of vicissitudes, and the precipitation of strength and experience far exceeds that of ordinary high-ranking grandmasters.

However, such a few supreme powerhouses died in the hands of the same person in a one-on-one open hand, in just a few days.

Moreover, most of them expected their own death, but they still resolutely met it, completely burning their lives, turning into a brilliant blow, in order to weaken the emperor's rebirth and let him reveal his flaws.

However, they went forward and spilled their blood one after another, but they still failed.

The owner of that figure is too strong.

The strong one is palpitating and hopeless. The strong one made everyone lose the courage to fight.

Today is the eighth day of the Emperor's Rebirth Challenge, but since the fourth day, no martial arts powerhouse has stepped forward to fight.

The death of the ten peak grandmasters was like a river of ice for thousands of years, completely extinguishing the blood in the hearts of every strong person.

Many warriors are not afraid of death. What I am afraid of is a meaningless death.

What I am afraid of is not only a meaningless death, but also an increase in the enemy's achievements and honors.

"It can't go on like this!"

Suddenly, a thunderous shout suddenly sounded, and a tower-like majestic man suddenly stood up from the void stone seat, his muscles and muscles vibrated and roared:

"I'm going to fight him!"

A roar sounded in his ears, and before the majestic man could make a move, most of the Senate elders let out a loud shout in unison:

"Master Hu, no!"

"Absolutely not!"

"Don't be presumptuous!"

The shouts of dozens of grandmasters converged, and the void trembled violently, and circles of ripples visible to the naked eye spread rapidly!

Ji Chongguang, the commander of the Shenmang Army, moved his gaze to the roaring majestic man and said coldly:

"Master Hu, are you sure that you will win the emperor's rebirth?"

"Not sure!"

Hu Qianjun's eyes widened angrily, his beard danced wildly, and he shouted violently:

"But I must not watch the emperor reborn and wantonly trample on the dignity of our martial arts! Even if I die, I also want him to know that my martial arts belief and martial will in the Northern Wilderness will never be destroyed!"

"Although the spirit is commendable, it is a pity that it does not help!"

Ji Chongguang's eyes were still cold:

"If you make a move, where will you put us and the others? Could it be that we, as Senate elders, will all end up fighting with the emperor for life and death, and make the entire alliance turbulent and fall apart?"

Among the current one hundred and eight senate elders, it is not that there is no supreme grandmaster, Ji Chongguang himself is. But including him, as well as the few senators and elders who were at the peak of the Grandmaster realm, they also didn't have the slightest certainty!

Each of them knew in their hearts that they might not be able to compare with Jiang Wanli and the others in the Imperial Court, so how could they be the opponent of the Emperor Rebirth who killed ten peak grandmasters in a row?

Of the one hundred and eight senate elders, none of them can die personally. Once someone breaks this situation, it will trap all the other senators and elders in injustice, suffer the accusations of thousands of people, and bear the eternal infamy of watching the fire from the other side and cowering and avoiding the war.

And facing the rebirth of the emperor is a road to death.

The eyes of almost all the senators were locked on Hu Qianjun, ready to intervene at any time to stop him from making any moves he might have.

Facing the locking of hundreds of eyes, Hu Qianjun's face was extremely pale, and he stood frozen for a long time, and then sat down on the void stone seat in a dejected manner, and muttered in his mouth:

"That's it, that's it......"

.......

Day 9.

The Shenluo Martial Capital is still standing majestically, but in the entire city, a gloomy and decadent aura permeates all around, enveloping this martial arts holy city with a population of tens of millions.

In the city, most of the people were listless and numb. From time to time, I looked up at the sky and listened, as if I was hoping for some miracle.

The restaurant was full from early arrival, and the warriors drank silently, and most of them came to buy drunk.

A man was drunk, staggering down the street, swearing insults and talking nonsense:

"What an alliance, what a grandmaster, what bullshit!"

"Garbage, a bunch of garbage, even the miscellaneous fish that ran out of a country of firearms can't win, what kind of martial arts level the world, garbage, garbage!"

"Don't you even dare to fight, did you big men grow up eating shit? Hmm? Those high-ranking senators and elders in the Tower of Babel, aren't you usually very majestic? Why have you become a shrunken turtle now?"

"Straight thief! Lao Tzu's strength is too poor, and he doesn't even have the qualifications to go up to the war, otherwise Lao Tzu will go on his own! Where will you pin your hopes on you turtle bastards!"

The sound of swearing echoed through the streets, and the surrounding crowd silently watched the drunk, not even the guards of the Shinra Taketo, who came to stop him.

Everyone was as disappointed as this drunk.

The one hundred and eight senatorial elders of the alliance are the supreme existence in their hearts, and even they dare not stand up to fight, who else can they be counted on?

In a high-class private room on the top floor, Duanmu Heyu looked at the drunk man stumbling on the ground and sighed lightly:

"Wind and rain, ......"

After that, he couldn't help but cast his eyes into the far distance, in the shadow of the floating giant boat of the new dynasty, there was unwillingness, hatred, and admiration.

After Yue Pingsheng left on the spot, he and Duanmu Zun did not return to the mansion, but flew directly for nearly 10,000 miles and arrived in the Shenluo Wudu, wanting to witness this grand event.

They never imagined that after the news of the spread on the road, and after they really arrived in the Shenluo Martial Capital, the Northern Wilderness Martial Dao Realm was faced with such a scene, being suppressed by a person's force to the point of chill, and to the point of completely losing their voice.

The wind and rain are shaking, and the dignity, faith, and pride of the entire Northern Wilderness for thousands of years are on the verge of collapse.

This extremely heavy blow is not only for the martial arts world, but also for the mental impact of hundreds of millions of ordinary people.

And there is only one person who has caused all this.

"Incredible, incredible......."

Duanmu Zun's eyes were also extremely complicated, and he muttered:

"How can such a character appear in the world?"

In fact, most of the top forces in the Northern Wilderness have enough understanding of the information of the gods and demons martial arts, and they are very disdainful.

The path of martial arts is the path of evolution at the level of life, and it is the cultivation process of seeing oneself, the heaven and the earth, and all sentient beings step by step. And the so-called bloodline transplantation made by the new dynasty is undoubtedly contrary to the orthodox concept of martial arts, and it is not even as good as the Demon Sect and the Evil Dao, which is a sideline that makes them disdainful.

From the bottom of his heart, no one in the Grandmaster of the Northern Wilderness can afford this kind of mixed bloodline and cut off his own way back.

However, the emperor was reborn and suppressed the world, but in just a few days, from top to bottom, from the inside out, completely destroyed and smashed the martial arts that they had been proud of for hundreds of years.

Suddenly, as if thinking of something, Duanmu Zun's expression was excited, and he suddenly raised his head and asked Duanmu Heyu:

"Second Elder, you say, you said that Yue Ping gave birth to him, can he ......?"

"Yue Pingsheng's ......"

Duanmu and Yu subconsciously wanted to speak, but they groaned and shook their heads.

Although Yue Pingsheng is also a peerless demon in his eyes, he is currently estimated to be at most at the same level as Jiang Wanli and others who died in battle, and even inferior, and it is definitely impossible for him to be the opponent of Emperor Rebirth.

However, if another year or two passes, with Yue Pingsheng's unreasonable cultivation realm, it may not be impossible for the situation to reverse at that time.

But now, there is not the slightest possibility.

Duanmu and Yu Chang sighed and muttered:

"Tomorrow, the 10th day......"