Episode 5: The Road of the Emperor

Chapter 453 Turtle Wei This black turtle was meticulous, chasing after him, running quite fast, and all kinds of patterns flickered under his feet, like a streamer across the sky.

The Dragon Head Ancestor King was driven crazy, he couldn't beat it, and he was chased and killed by a turtle like this, he was angry in his heart, and he was aggrieved to death.

"Heavenly Reincarnation!"

Eventually, he gathered all his mana and once again cast his strongest divine rule, and the light behind his head reunited, forming a huge roulette wheel that illuminated the void.

"Overlord Divine Fist!"

The black turtle also shouted, and a pair of black old fists swelled infinitely, smashing down like two black mountains, making the heaven and earth resonate and rumble.

Finally, in a dazzling light, a pair of old black fists blasted through the treasure wheel, shattering the light and defeating this divine rule.

"Poof"

The Dragon Head Ancient King exploded, and the light of the primordial god still wanted to escape, but it was blocked by the black turtle at once, and it retracted its body, and the turtle shell turned into a black grinding disc, rumbling and crushing.

"Ah......h

The Dragon Head Ancient King screamed miserably, and all the essence contained in his life exploded, but he couldn't penetrate the tortoise shell, and he was crushed into powder by the black grinding disc, and all kinds of streamers flew out.

Blood rained in the void, and then turned into red light and burned, and this heavenly dome collapsed, constantly destroying, and became a ruined place.

A generation of ancestors has fallen!

The immeasurable light was burning, rushing into the sky, and all kinds of avenue laws were impacting, one after another, chaotic, becoming a turbulent stream, and no one dared to intervene, only waiting for it to disappear by itself.

On the bank of the pure land of Yaochi, people were shocked, and an ancient king was killed in this way, blood splashed in the sky, turned into a torch, and was removed from the world.

The primeval tribes were silent, and a strong ancestor was killed in this way, and was blown up by a black turtle that looked harmless to humans and animals, and even very funny.

Isn't there almost no saint in the human race, how to raise a turtle is so powerful, it makes people hairy!

In the sky, the turtle was serious and said very seriously: "Remember, I am the great Xuanwu. ”

People could still laugh just now, but now they don't have that kind of mood, a generation of ancestors has been blown up, who can provoke this turtle?

"How could a barbarian have such a powerful holy turtle?!" the emperor said to himself, the nine divine rings on the back of his head were dazzling, and he frowned.

The prince whispered. "The two ancient kings, they sensed that this turtle was very difficult to mess with.

In the Yao Pond, the falling flowers are colorful, in an ancient forest, there are constantly crystal petals falling, and the cold prison palace toasts to the barbarian patriarch and the old barbarian king to express gratitude.

In the Pure Land, many people are drinking, and the invincible dragon-headed ancient king was crippled by a turtle and then abolished, which makes people feel very relieved.

The sound of the piano is dingdong, in the ancient woods, on the shore of Minghu Lake, the light is swirling, the mist is steaming, and hundreds of birds are coming, and it is peaceful.

The primeval tribes had gloomy faces, and an ancient king was killed in public, which made them feel like a big stone in their hearts, and they were very uncomfortable.

The convention is finally about to begin, and tomorrow morning will be the first day, but everything is so calm that many people feel uneasy.

Finally, when the red sun was falling in the west, the breath of the star field being reversed came from outside the Pure Land, and no one came in, but everyone was terrified.

The ancient saints are overwhelming!

"When ......"

The divine bell is long, ringing for a long time, and there is a supreme big man coming, and everyone has to go to greet it.

On the horizon, several figures walked slowly, all tall and majestic, like a few magic mountains, about to collapse the eternal blue sky.

They walked very slowly, but they were quite intimidating, each one seemed to have gone through immeasurable tribulations, and their bodies were combined with the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, blending into the Dao Rules.

Seven people!

There are seven Ancient Saint-level existences!

They came together, walked together, so that the earth was about to sink, and all kinds of light fell from the sky, and the heavenly sounds were endless, as if they were singing for them.

This is the vision produced by the seven ancient saint-level powerhouses, recognized by heaven and earth, and all kinds of auspicious fortunes have been sent down for them, and each of them has a unique divine rule.

Seven ancient saints, such a powerhouse appeared at the same time, and just thinking about it made people shudder.

On the horizon, overwhelmed by a blazing light, seven tall figures walked up, each of them dyed with a layer of golden brilliance.

All living beings trembled and were in awe, this is a saint-level existence, and it takes a lifetime to look up.

The eyes of all the Terran monks were hot, how good it would be if this was a saint of the Terran race, there were seven of them, how shocking they were to appear like this!

However, as the footsteps approached, all the human monks poured cold water on their heads, and each saint had a different appearance, with obvious ancient characteristics.

Although he had a premonition, he couldn't help but feel deeply disappointed, how could the human race come to seven ancient saints at once and shock all races.

Everyone felt a sense of powerlessness, how could such ancient ministries contend with each other, and all of a sudden they joined forces to come to such ancient kings, and the people who were pressed were suffocated.

The patron saint of the barbarian race, Xuanwu, is indeed very strong, but it is difficult to support it alone, but the primeval tribes have come so much, and this is not all, it is too different.

At this time, there was a quiet outside the Yao Pond, there was no life, there was no sound, and no one could speak.

If it weren't for the fact that many people were convinced that the Ancient Emperor was still alive, this would definitely be a hopeless world, and there would be no hope at all.

It is difficult for the human race to find a saint, but there is a group of ancestral kings in the primeval tribes, and the difference is too great to compete at all.

Bathed in the glow, their bodies were trimmed with gold, they walked step by step, their looks were different, some had a human head and a phoenix body, some had a unicorn head, and some had thirty-six pairs of divine wings on their backs, and some people were exactly the same as humans.

Obviously, they are not from the same clan, but they have one thing in common, that is, they do not believe that the Ancient Emperor is still alive, and they have come here to "ask for an explanation" like the Dragon Head Ancient King.

Who can stop the existence of the Seven Saints? A Sacred Turtle will definitely not work, this is a monstrous combat force that can destroy all opponents!

The "Seven Royal Families United ......" cold prison palace gasped, and there was still a belief in the hearts of others, firmly believing that Wu Shi was still alive, but he knew the truth very well, and his whole body was cold at this time.

Who can stop it? That's the beginning.

The seven ancient kings restrained their coercion, and did not force all the clans to kneel like the Dragon Head Ancestor King, but they were very cold, even more indifferent and ruthless, standing outside the Yao Pond like seven mountains.

"The Yaochi Grand Meeting is about to begin, and the Seven Ancestral Kings have descended, making this conference glorious. Someone spoke, complimenting him in disguise.

"Please seven seniors, please. "The Terran Sect Master spoke, although there was hostility in his heart, but he had to treat it respectfully, if he didn't entertain him well, I was afraid that there would be a big disaster.

However, the seven ancient kings stood outside the Yao Pond, as if they hadn't heard it, they didn't pay attention to it at all, and their faces were as cold as ice stones.

"The ancient kings are coming, so that the conference will be gorgeous and colorful, congratulations, please move into the Yao Pond. A few more Terran Sect Masters spoke.

However, they still ignored them, and the seven ancient kings didn't even look at them, didn't respond at all, and treated them as air.

Several Terran sect leaders bowed to each other, and froze suddenly, not in humiliation, but in indifferent disregard.

The other Terran monks were also cold, feeling the gap between heaven and earth.

These seven ancient kings didn't look at them at all, their eyes were full of vicissitudes of life, and there was a cold chill, as if they were facing a group of ants, and they had no common language.

didn't deliberately despise it, but this kind of vision of the different world, the posture of ignoring them, made people's hearts even colder.

Ants and dragons don't intersect!

This is the feeling of all people, they are in two worlds, and because of this, they are ignored, and they are powerless to be angry, which is an inexplicable sadness.

The dragon head ancestor who was killed was empty-eyed, and his heart was very impetuous, which made people afraid, but it was difficult to fear.

And these seven ancient kings are different, they are extremely indifferent, they don't say a word, but they are even more terrifying, ignoring the human race present, this indifference is contempt from the bottom of their hearts, and it is even more terrifying.

"I've seen a few ancestral kings. "The Emperor stepped forward to salute.

Only at this time, the seven nodded, but they still didn't say anything, and stood outside the Yao Pond like seven magic mountains.

"It's really a big posture, the seven ancient kings are coming together, if you are here to participate in the Yaochi Festival, why don't you come in?" The black turtle appeared, his expression solemn.

"What kind of event is this, who can sit with us here to talk about the future pattern of the world and the development prospects of all ethnic groups?"

Finally, an ancient king spoke, extremely indifferent, and his words showed his mentality, that is, he didn't look at the human race present at all.

"It's really a cruel law, the law of the jungle, you really don't want to enter the Yao Pond here?"

"Can you find someone who is our equal?" said the other Ancient King ruthlessly, and the others seemed to be frozen in ice.

It was still cold, still indifferent, and it didn't even glance at the Terrans present, as if they were facing a group of insignificant ants.

People can't even get angry, some are just sad, the difference in strength is too big, these seven ancient kings are not showing off their might, but everything comes from their hearts, instinctively ignores.

"Did you even kill me on the spot?" the black turtle asked in a deep voice.

"You beheaded an ancestral king of the Hidden Dragon River, it's still very strong, and we have to ask for advice. ”

If there is nothing superfluous, the war will break out directly, killing machine step by step, and the strongest god will collide.

"Buzz"

The black turtle attacked and defended calmly, and it was not difficult, and with one paw, it slapped down, shaking the ancestral king out of more than a dozen steps.

"It's very powerful, plus I'll try it. Another ancient king stepped forward, as cold as an ice cellar.

"Boom"

The war started again, and the black turtle still had the absolute upper hand, trying to kill the two of them and turn into a black light.

"It's strong, but how many people can you fight yourself?"

Three more ancestral kings stepped forward one after another, one of which was extremely powerful, far surpassing ordinary ancestral kings, and he was enough to compete with Xuanwu.

The five ancestral kings shot together, and there were two more indifferent ones next to them, motionless, watching the battle indifferently.

"Kill!" Xuanwu was furious, but how could one person resist the five ancestral kings?

One of them was too powerful to rival him, it was a peerless enemy, and with the other four complementing him, he was instantly invincible.

"Bang"

The turtle was hit thirteen times in a row, coughed up blood, and flew out, if it weren't for the amazing defense of the turtle shell, it would have been absolutely wiped out.