"Whoa—"

The Mojia winged carriage swept quickly in the air, leaving ripples in the air along the way.

Jiang Nuying leaned sideways, looking at the lush mountains and clear rivers below, as well as the pedestrians and horses on the official road that were still as usual, and the cars and horses were moving slowly, and her pretty little face was full of complicated colors.

At the beginning, she guarded the small formation in the west, and had no choice but to retreat after the formation was broken, and when the large array in the west was also broken, she continued to retreat with the ancestors.

I wonder how long the prosperity of this hinterland can be maintained?

How many heroic sages, as persistent and righteous as their uncles, died for the sake of the human race?

"A ruin 80,000 miles away, and flowers are still blooming within 80,000 miles......"

On the side, Lin Hui and Hu Jiubei sighed at the same time.

The three of them were the ones who entered the Qiongxiao Imperial Capital this time to report the news.

Jiang Nuying calmed down a little at the moment and thought about the matter carefully.

What is the purpose of reporting the news of my uncle to the elders of the human race?

Reinforcements?

Or just to tell the empress who already knows that her uncle's life and death are unknown? After all, as the first emperor of Donghua, the empress is related to the rise and fall of the human race, and has the power to control the world. It's just that the empress is a woman after all, and it is difficult to be at peace with her mind under the pain of her deceased husband, and this behavior eases her heart?

Reinforcements are out of the question!

The biggest possibility is to praise the world with his uncle's deeds and inspire the human race!

The empress must also be informed.

However, who would really care about the life and death of their uncle?

As soon as I thought of this, there was a sudden noise of people in front of me.

Lin Hui on the side said respectfully: "Miss Jiang, Emperor Qiongxiao has arrived!" ”

Jiang Nuying looked down, only to see the thousands of miles of imperial capital, pavilions, palaces and eaves and arches, extremely exquisite, the endless prosperity and romance of the markets, the streets, and the beautiful women of the brocade clothes on the streets are like clouds, and the slaves are surrounded.

She couldn't help but sigh lightly: "Vulgar mortals, I don't know that the fate of the human race is unsightly!" ”

The three of them fell to the ground, and a martial arts master had already greeted them: "Miss Jiang, hurry up and enter the mountain habitat, the ancestors are already waiting!" ”

Jiang Nuying nodded.

A group of people went straight to the city gate, entered the inner street of the city, and followed the crowded crowd to the mountain dwelling.

"Mountain dwelling" is the family of the gods and goddesses on the three mountains, stationed in the capital of the Great Qian, located in the west city, a cloudy octagonal palace on the top of the mountain, and the ordinary people within a radius of ten miles should not approach.

And now it is a gathering place for the top ancestors and masters of martial arts such as the Seven Emperor Ancestors, the Three Sons of the Ten Forbidden Lands, the Holy Kings of all parties, and the Great Sage.

When a few people arrived, they saw that the white jade field of the "Octagonal Palace" was full of hideous flying cars, Mojia ships and other things, and tens of thousands of elite warriors from all sides lined up around, waiting silently.

These warriors are all the elite of the elites of all forces, the last supreme power, extremely powerful, and so many people have no one to speak, and before they get close, they give people a strong sense of oppression.

Jiang Nuying and the others were about to pass over, when they heard a mellow voice not far away: "Nuying, where are you going?" ”

Jiang Nuying looked and saw five people standing in front of a majestic huge frame, Jiang Wuxian, Jiang Huan, Cicada Yi, Xiongpaw and Li Chunyuan.

To tell the truth, Jiang Nuying didn't dare to face these people, especially when she fell into the empty sea and became a saint twenty years ago, these people were beaten down by her uncle, but she and Li Chunyuan became true yuan saints, and her father Jiang Wuxian's eyes were always strange when he looked at her over the years.

Approached hard: "Nuying meets her father, aunt, and uncle......"

Jiang Wuxian snorted coldly, and he didn't know why he snorted coldly.

Jiang Huan chuckled lightly and said softly: "Aren't you guarding in Cangyue Ancient Town?" How did you come back? ”

Jiang Nuying didn't know how to answer, hesitated, and said, "About Uncle Jiang Yuqing......"

"Uhhh

Li Chunyuan, Cicada Yi and Bear Paws, who were originally contemplative, looked at each other, their faces changed slightly, and for Xin Zhuo, everyone's senses were very complicated.

Jiang Wuxian's face was slightly cold: "What did he do, he died!" ”

Jiang Nuying was short of breath, endured it, didn't hold back, raised her head and glared at her father: "Uncle is still there!" My uncle has been guarding the small formation in southern Xinjiang 500,000 miles away for 19 years, and it is still there today, although hundreds of millions of people from other races have attacked countless times, they can't advance half a step! ”

Jiang Wuxian's eyes widened violently.

Li Chunyuan, Jiang Huan, Cicada Yi and Xiongpaw were also stunned.

"Uhhh

The surrounding forces and masters looked at each other, and countless faces showed indescribable shock.

The terrifying thing about the alien race is that everyone can fight one against ten, and they are all terrifying and abnormal monsters, Xin Zhuo...... Nineteen years of guarding the small array of 500,000 miles in southern Xinjiang?

It's ridiculous.

"Wow-"

The frame curtain on the side was opened, and Jiang Wuxing, who was lame and had broken arms, also frowned and saw that his legs and hands could be regenerated, but now that the resources in the world have been exhausted, there is no news on the mountain, so he can only put it aside for the time being, looking at Jiang Nuying at this moment, his breath is short: "Is he really still alive, still in the Hundred Clans?" ”

Jiang Nu choked up angrily: "It's true, tens of millions of alien races and hundreds of saints are being restrained by my uncle, otherwise, the pressure on the human race is even worse!" ”

Jiang Wuxing and Li Chunyuan gasped.

The elf-like bear's paw eyes were red, and tears rolled down his head with his head down.

The tens of thousands of warriors in the Quartet were silent for a moment, and suddenly they all saluted to the south to show respect.

"Wow......"

At this time, a white figure flew out of the octagonal palace above, and landed on the steps above, it was Bai Xuanji from the Tianxuan Holy Land, and said anxiously: "Nuying, Lin Hui, and Fox Jiubei quickly enter the palace!" ”

"Go! Just go! ”

Jiang Wuxing's face was full of horror and admiration, and he waved his hand heavily.

Jiang Nuying and the three of them gave up again, flew up, and together with Bai Xuanji, climbed the winding steps.

"Is Master's business serious?" Bai Xuanji asked in a deep voice.

Without waiting for Jiang Nuying to answer, two graceful figures swept above again, and said together: "Is this matter true or false?" ”

It turned out to be Zhi Feiyan and Ying Jianying, the tears on their faces had not dried, and their eyebrows were full of worry and bitterness.

……

The octagonal palace, the shape of the octagonal shape, if you look closely, it is implied that Qian, Kun, Zhen, Xun, Kan, Gen, Li, and the gossip are exchanged, evolving the sky, the earth, the thunder, the wind, the water, the mountain, the fire, the Ze, and then the eight directions of the human race.

At this moment, the sandalwood in the palace is curling, more than 100 masters above the Great Saint Realm are sitting cross-legged, and the breath is obscure and unpredictable, Yuheng Saint King Murong Shocking Wind, the second floor master, Tianshu Saint Dynasty Tiangai, Tianji Saint King He Baiyi, Shaking Light Saint King Li Artifact, Ye Clan's Ye Feiying, Jiang's Jiang Wen and others are among them.

But sitting at the top were three young sons and young ladies.

These three people are all Saint King cultivators, and in terms of the majesty of the momentum and the intensity of the coercion, they are far superior to the ordinary Holy Land Cave Heaven Saint King.

It is the three sons of the Broken Dynasty, Wushan Qingsong, Gou Hanyi, and Xuanyuan Sword Immortal.

The so-called "broken dynasty", maybe the people present are all characters or ancient characters after the ancient era, but these three people are people from the Middle Ages, and they have led their clansmen to survive until now because of the secret method of fake death.

Their ancestors may not be descendants, but they are definitely close masters under the command of the emperor.

Frankly speaking, the descendants of the emperor may not be scary, and the group of people who "break the dynasty" may be even more terrifying, because it is a blessing for a family to produce an emperor, thousands of years later, the bloodline has been thinned, even if there is some strength, luck is not there or two to say, the inheritance of a group of people in the "broken dynasty" may be more pure, and it is more likely to get the true inheritance of the emperor.

These three were also lucky to hide under the mountain in the Donghua Domain, which coincided with their meeting.

But at this time, the eyes of the people in the entire hall were looking at the throne at the top, and there was a void mist on the seat.

After looking at it for a while, the son of the "Broken Dynasty" Wushan Qingsong shook his head and said: "The alien race has been plotting for 10,000 years, and the timing of the launch is very ingenious, the master is like a cloud, and the background is exhausted!" The Seven Emperors are the only masters of the Emperor Pole and the Three Paths who came down from the mountain, but they were secretly injured and did not heal for a long time. ”

Ye Feiying sighed lightly: "If the Medical Emperor is still here, it will be fine." ”

After speaking, the faces of a group of people were a little uncomfortable.

Wushan Qingsong didn't know who the Medical Emperor was, so he frowned and said, "What about the other great domains, can there be reinforcements to help?" ”

Jiang Wen arched his hand and said: "To go to other domains, you must go through the major ancient teleportation arrays under the Sandao Mountain, and those teleportation arrays are also hidden by the major ancient array slaves, and they cannot be contacted without orders from the mountain, but the mountain is besieged by the ancestors of the alien race, and it is difficult to get close!"

After trying his best, he opened a large teleportation array and contacted the Northern Netherworld Domain, and as a result, the alien counterattack of exile in the Northern Netherworld Domain was even more fierce than that of this domain!

The Northern Underworld can't help!

Heaven and earth catastrophe, there is no pure land, the human race suffers, if it is ......"

Ye Feiying of the Ye clan smiled bitterly and continued: "If the Nine Heavens Mountains and Seas take the opportunity to attack, I am afraid that the world will be completely destroyed!" ”

Wushan Qingsong was silent for a while, and sighed lightly: "The chaos in the world began at this moment, not to mention the Nine Heavens Mountains and Seas, in the land of the Sea of Bitterness, the Dharma Field of the Ancient Emperor has already been counterattacked by the group of lowly immortals in the cultivation realm for a long time!" ”

Everyone bowed their heads slightly and sighed.

The hall was silent.

After a while, another "broken generation" woman, Xuanyuan Sword Immortal, said in a deep voice with eyes like swords: "Tell me about Xin Zhuo, what's going on with this son?" ”

(End of chapter)