Episode 5: The Road of the Emperor

Chapter 457 No one would have thought that the white-clothed island lord would stop at the critical moment, and if the Evolution Divine Furnace did not shake down, no matter who knew it, he would definitely be able to suppress the Seven Saints. And it can make them die on their knees in humiliation, and the first generation of fame will be paid, which will achieve his own supreme domineering and prestige.

But he didn't do that, his expression was peaceful, independent in the sunset, and his demeanor was outstanding.

The faces of the primeval tribes turned pale, and the seven saints were defeated in the hands of one person, which was terrifying, and many people's legs were weak.

"Why didn't you make a move?" asked an ancient king in a low voice.

"When will it be possible to kill like this, this time it is a grand meeting of all races, not a killing conference. The owner replied.

The seven ancient kings were silent, their hearts could not be calm, there was bitterness and loss, and they were defeated.

"Show strength, but don't be domineering, is the real king, and the road in the future is destined to go much farther than us. An ancient king sighed softly.

Many monks of the human race wondered why they didn't kill a few saints, so that there would be less of a terrible enemy, and few people would understand the heart of the island master.

"We are defeated, thank you for not killing!" At this moment, the seven saints actually bowed down and saluted together, shocking everyone.

Whether it is the ancient clan or the human race, they are all dumbfounded, such a powerful ancestor has an arrogance that is difficult to eliminate, does not respect the sky, does not worship the earth, and will not give salutes to his peers.

In this heaven and earth, unless the ancient emperor is resurrected, they will not bow to anyone, but at this moment, they bow to the island owner.

What is a true king? Let the great enemies of the world all salute, be in awe, and admire incomparably. The white-clothed island owner gave the best interpretation!

Let the ancestral king bend his waist and let the ancient saints salute, this is an unimaginable glory, who in the world can do it?

In this battle, the white-clothed island lord did not kill a single opponent, and his clothes were not stained with blood, but he was destined to move the world and alarm all races, and everyone should be in awe.

"We underestimate the Terrans, you are a true king. The seven saints saluted the island lord again, and then turned and left.

Everyone is in a daze, since ancient times, how many people can enjoy this kind of revered etiquette?

People thought for a moment and understood that it was right for the island master not to kill, he could get rid of these seven people at any time if he wanted to, but if he killed, the ancient clans would retaliate frantically, and the human race would be difficult to resist.

Deterring without killing is far more deterrent than showing force and domineering!

"A few of them have already arrived at Yaochi, why don't you go in and sit down and have a good talk. The owner of the island opened his mouth to stay.

The Seven Ancestral Kings were stunned, then hesitated for a moment, and finally turned around and walked back towards the Pure Land with the white-clothed island lord.

"Don't despise us to fight together, because if we can't even pass this level, there is really no hope for the Terrans. Not only are a few of us who don't believe that Beginningless is still alive, but there are some more powerful people who ...... They should all come tomorrow. ”

The seven ancient kings were not ashamed of joining forces against the enemy, and told the truth very frankly.

These seven people regained their indifference, they were not as impetuous as the Dragon Head Ancient King, they only sat opposite the white-clothed island lord, ignoring the others and completely ignoring them.

This is destined to be a sleepless night, because when the sun rises, there will be an unknown fate waiting for everyone, can the island owner fight the world alone?

Many people have a heavy heart at the thought of this problem, and it is difficult to sleep, and people feel that the night is so long, and they hope that it will last forever.

The night was long, as if there was no end to it, no one knew what would happen in the morning, and many people couldn't sleep all night, with a haggard and worried face, which was very difficult.

Finally, dawn broke, and a ray of light rose from the east, piercing through the fog and shining into the Yao Pond.

The red sun sprays thin brilliance, the pure land is shrouded in mist, and the morning dew, fresh leaves, lake waves, and bright petals are all shimmering and shining.

The fresh air is blowing in the face, and the mist in the mountains is colorful and steaming in the glow, which is beautiful and peaceful.

However, on such a vigorous morning, everyone's heart is very heavy, the time is finally coming, the grand meeting of all races is open, and the powerful ancient king is about to come.

On a mountain cliff, the owner of the white-clothed island sits cross-legged, facing the morning glow, and is beyond the dust in the clear light, not stained with dust. The Cold Prison Palace was next to it, and it told him in detail about the past ten years.

On this night, the cold prison palace was able to sit with the Jiang Island Lord, which was the envy of many monks, which was beyond people's desire, it was like a god.

On another cliff, the seven ancient kings were also sitting cross-legged, their expressions indifferent, without any emotional fluctuations, until the moment of the morning glow they opened their eyes together.

"It's time to come!" said an ancient king.

As soon as this sentence came out, people were pulled into reality, and they were about to face a big storm, and the powerful ancestor king appeared, and if he didn't believe that the ancient emperor was still alive, there would be a shocking collision.

A haze rose in everyone's hearts, and they stood motionless on the ground, waiting for that moment to come, heavy and oppressive, almost stopping to breathe.

Finally, the bell rang, and a powerful saint arrived, and it was transmitted into the Pure Land, where it was necessary for the lords of the religions to greet it.

The time has finally come, no matter how you can't avoid it, whether it is a symbiotic world, or a dark and chaotic world, will be revealed today.

At this time, no one can be calm, this is a negotiation that can go down in history, and the future of all ethnic groups is far-reaching.

"Peace talks...... The weak clan only has this word, what are you talking to me about?" A cold voice came from outside the Pure Land, without any face.

In the morning light, three tall figures walked up, walking in dragon and tiger steps, all wearing battle clothes, cold and cold, flashing metallic luster, and the armor was all made of divine gold, all of which were holy products.

"Very good, all the old people are here, then let's go into Yaochi together and see who can sit down with us and talk!"

People were terrified, a total of eleven saints came in person, all of them were powerful, like living gods from the ancient earth.

"Just enter the Yao Pond and see what is so special about the inheritance left by the Western Emperor!"

The comers were not good, although the eleven ancient kings did not deliberately venturalize, but after coming together, they were also overwhelming, and people couldn't stand at all, almost all of them knelt on the ground.

People were shocked, not one, two, but a dozen people, even if the owner of the island had supreme grace, how could he compete with so many people? Everyone was desperate.

This is not a reciprocal confrontation at all, if there is a real big fight, these people will have an overwhelming advantage, and this is not all, there must be people behind.

On the sky dome, a pillar of green air fell, thick and heavy, and the green golden pagoda of fairy tears stood in a small world, looming, and the chaotic qi was surging.

"The breath of the ancient emperor, is that the legendary West Emperor Tower, I can't really see it, I really want to hold it in the palm of my hand and look at it carefully. One of the ancient kings looked up and sneered.

People's hearts were shocked, is this a provocation, maybe something like this will really happen in the near future, and it will attack the Terran Heavy Land to capture the imperial soldiers!

An ancient king reminded that if you don't say a word, if this tower lands, it will become flying ashes.

And another saint said, Yao Chi can do this, at least two ancient emperor soldiers are aimed at this place, if you really want to do it, it is difficult to say who will be robbed.

After these eleven people came in, they didn't have any pressure in the face of the West Emperor Tower, and if there was no one around, they pointed to the Pure Land of Yaochi.

The human race present was terrified, this was prepared, the two ancient emperor swords pointed at Yaochi, and the sword pointed at the stone, if there was really a war, I am afraid that the West Emperor Tower might be destroyed.

Of course, this is the worst-case scenario, but it is not impossible! No one can afford that kind of price when the ancient emperor's weapons collide.

The pressure in people's hearts is as great as a mountain, almost suffocating.

Tongtiantai, a broken mountain more than a thousand zhang high, no grass grows, like a big mountain was cut off by someone, the section is a huge rooftop, vast and boundless.

It is said that this is the highest mountain in the northern region, and it was cut into a platform by the Western Emperor himself, and it is magnificent, and it has the atmosphere of the king of the mountain.

It can be used as a martial arts arena, and it can also become a meeting square, no matter how many people come, it can be accommodated, because it is engraved with the Western Emperor pattern.

In that year, it took a lot of effort to move this mountain into the Pure Land when Yaochi was relocated.

In the center of the Tongtiantai, the lord of the white-clothed island sits, behind are the many sect masters of the human race, and on the opposite side are the seven ancient kings and a large number of ancient powerhouses.

At the edge of the broken mountain, a black-faced Taoist man stood with his hands in his hands, preparing to welcome the eleven ancient kings, who were the Xuanwu incarnation of the barbarians.

"How strong am I as a human race, how can I have some confidence to convene a conference of all races, but what do I see, just because you are one person and one turtle dare to sit on the high platform?"

With a cold smile and a ruthless look, eleven ancient kings arrived and came to the Tongtiantai, looking around with cold eyes, and the corners of their mouths all had a hint of murderous intent.

"Not long ago, Poor Dao beat to death an ancestor king who didn't open his eyes with the Overlord God Fist. "The turtle turned into a great man, a serious person, with a black face.

The temperature dropped sharply, and the cold and murderous aura was pervasive, and the eleven ancient kings looked at each other, staring at the Xuan Turtle, their faces were extremely indifferent, and their eyes were as bright as knives.

At the beginning, the atmosphere was tense to the extreme, and a great war would break out at any time, and many living beings were trembling.

"Are the two of us going over too?" beside the Emperor, the two ancient kings glanced at each other, asking each other's opinions, but in the end they did not act.

"It's just a turtle, the human race is really not good!" said an ancient king, who was obviously provocative, and came specifically to kill.

"But killing you is a bit of a pity!" said the black turtle with his head held high.

"A few people have come from afar, why don't you sit down and talk?" said the white-clothed island lord.

The black turtle turned, left his ass to them, walked back, and sat cross-legged on the ground.

"Talk, what is there to talk about, can you Terrans be on an equal footing with us?" an ancient king strode forward, very tough, with only one purpose, that is, to fight and kill all the saints of the human race.

"What do you think is an equal, and why are you here?" asked the white-clothed island lord calmly, without anger.

"You will never be qualified to be equal to us, and it is not enough for you to have one turtle alone. Another ancient king stepped forward.

"If the Emperor comes, are you qualified, I'm afraid it's as far as you can get. The black turtle was furious.

"Not to mention whether it is strong or not, in terms of quantity alone, there is only one saint in the huge human race, and in the end there will be a turtle, what future is there to speak of, how can it be compared with us?"

"The weak have no right to speak, there is nothing to say. "The other ancient king is more direct.

Three of the eleven ancient kings were so aggressive, pouring salt into the wounds of the human race, that they had no intention of sitting down and talking.

At this time, the atmosphere on the platform was extremely tense, and a major war was about to break out, and there was no drama at all in wanting to talk about peace.

One of the eleven saints, who had not spoken, spoke at this time, saying, "The matter has come to this, and there is only one battle. We are just one step ahead, and the powerful ancestor king is still behind, if we wipe it out, what will we talk about?"

At this point, it is inevitable that if you want to negotiate, you must first play a qualification!

"Alright then, let's fight here. The white-clothed island lord was very simple and didn't say anything more.

"I can't wait. On the spot, the three ancient kings wearing divine iron robes came to the front, and it was they who were aggressive.

In the rear, several ancient kings hesitated for a while, but after all, they did not step forward and chose to watch the battle.

"In this battle, life and death are facing each other, and if you die, there is nothing to talk about, and everything is over!" said one person very strongly.

They were all wearing holy clothes, and they were already close to the heirloom saint soldiers, and it was quite terrifying to be able to sacrifice to this step! There have been many saints since ancient times, but the heirloom saint soldiers left behind are too rare.

"Is this the battle platform carved by the Western Emperor, it's very good, how many years, since the ancient times, I haven't tasted the blood of the human saint for a long time. ”

The three ancient kings turned into demons, and the bone spurs on their backs rushed to the sky, extremely hideous.

The white-clothed island lord stepped forward and started a big battle among the electric flint flowers, rushing together with the three of them, and the immeasurable god cut through the sky.