The prayers all over the screen, no need to ask, are all from the Terran race.

The demon clan, the water clan, will not pray anything to the Jade Emperor. The former is the opposite, the latter is not harmonious, the screen at the moment belongs to the human race, and the barrage army of the previously arrogant demon clan and the water tribe has died down, one by one, silent, without saying a word.

Yao Chi.

The Jade Emperor looked at the screen and frowned, although these barrages are all prayers of the human race to him, which can be regarded as a power of incense, but you are blocking me from watching the battle of my senior sister.

Or, send another one?

[Ding, Advanced Barrage Cooldown, Countdown to 100 Breaths, Ninety-Six, Ninety-Five, Ninety-Four,......]

The corners of the Jade Emperor's mouth twitched, and he gave up the idea of sending a barrage.

After sending a high-level barrage, and then sending an ordinary barrage, it is not conspicuous at all, and the ordinary barrage is not worthy of his identity at all, only the high-level barrage can.

Zhao Zhao retracted his mind from the fantasy realm and saw this scene, the corners of his mouth twitched, what the hell is this full screen of prayers?

flipped through the list of barrages.

The Jade Emperor's high-level barrage came into view, and the culprit was found.

"Humm".

"Everyone, a special situation has just happened, the saint Nuwa Niangniang appeared in the fantasy world, preparing to carry out a battle of urging changes at the request of all beings.

Therefore, Niang Niang will replace the eldest grandson Wujian to complete the next eight battles, in response to this, who is for and who is against"?

"I'm in favor".

"I'm in favor".

"I'm in favor".

……

All agreed, although this was expected, but it was still necessary to take a formality, after all, the fact that the eldest grandson Wujian could get that place was also the result of the lottery.

"Okay, everyone agrees, then the eldest grandson is innocent, you can leave," Zhao Zhao raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

"Smack".

In the realm of fantasy, the eldest grandson turned into a river of light and dust and flew into the sky and disappeared.

…………

Chang'an City, Imperial Palace, Imperial Garden.

Li Shimin sat on the chair with a nervous face, and his eyes kept shifting back and forth between the mobile phone interface and his beloved wife.

"Why haven't you woken up yet"?

"Didn't it come out"?

"Your Majesty, don't worry, maybe it will take a little time to recover, you see, the little golden bell above Niangniang's head is gone," said the eunuch.

Li Shimin looked over, and sure enough, the golden bell that had been shaking and ringing non-stop was gone.

Well!

With a soft drink, the eldest grandson Wujian slowly opened his eyes, and the essence in his eyes flashed.

"Ah, Guanyin, you're awake," Li Shimin stepped forward to take a look.

The eldest grandson sat up straight from lying down, and said: "Let Your Majesty worry, I'm fine, but this is an incomparable experience, the concubine feels energetic now, and her brain is incomparably clear and thorough."

"That's good, that's good," Li Shimin breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hey, Your Majesty is this," Suddenly the eldest grandson Wujian frowned, looking puzzled.

In her field of vision, a purple aura rushed out of Li Shimin's body, rushing straight to Xiao Han, connecting with a certain star in the starry sky.

That is, Ziwei Emperor Star, is this the imperial luck of the people?

The eldest grandson Wujian is not bad at learning, and he immediately understood what he saw, a journey to a fantasy country, which actually gave her the ability to hope.

It's just that why there is a dark cloud entwined on the emperor's purple qi, the purple qi is unknown, it seems obscure, and the meaning is unknown.

…………

Fantasy country.

On the battle platform, Nuwa stepped into the sea of clouds one step at a time.

She raised one hand high, and a huge red line ball in her palm was thrown into the sky, and the movement was incomparably huge, and a terrifying spiritual treasure wave swept out, sweeping through the sea of clouds and crashing into the suspended golden sun.

Click.

Jinyang retreated for dozens of miles, constantly cracking and turning into glass debris along the way, falling towards the sea of clouds, the broken gold-like debris was scattered, and the figure of a Taoist man really came into the world.

"The river and the sky are free of fiber dust, and the fish and dragon dive and look at the Taoist body."

"Are there two meanings between heaven and man? The way is not in vain, but in people".

Tired of reciting poems, stepping step by step on the sea of clouds at great speed, there is a twinkle around the body, and the real demeanor of the Daomen is dazzling.

Zhao Zhao smiled slightly, the background BGM in the fantasy country rose again, and the tired harvest sky battle song "Jiuyang Jianmang" resounded in the fantasy country in an instant.

The passionate music, the urgency, the blood, the excitement, the heavy drum beat seemed to smash into the bottom of people's hearts, and the people in front of the screen were unconsciously nervous, swallowing saliva, and giving birth to infinite expectations for the upcoming battle.

Nuwa raised her head and looked around, and said with a smile: "Yes, yes, this song and battle do complement each other, but, Little Heavenly Demon, is your song for this palace?"

Zhao Zhao laughed dryly and said: "The atmosphere, it's just to set off the atmosphere, don't blame the mother, don't blame, hehe."

The old fairy snorted coldly, raised her hand to the sky, and slashed down. A red thread extends directly from the red hydrangea, like a heavenly knife, and draws towards the tired harvest sky. Separated by a line, the sky is connected to the earth, yin and yang cut the dawn, black and white, and the heaven and the earth are divided.

Tired Shutian's eyes condensed, seeing that it was extraordinary, he withdrew a little under his feet and flew back, at the same time, the heavenly sheath on his back bloomed with brilliant golden light, and the Beidou guided the rapid rotation, and the famous sword Jin Feng immediately came out of the sheath.

The sword came out, the sword intent of the sky soared up, the golden sword flew into his hand, and he stood still suddenly, a sword pointed obliquely ahead, the golden sword led the front, the Jiuyang Tianjue reappeared, the Dao map rotated, and the Sanyang Flame Manghe moved the clouds.

"Three Yang Liaoyun".

With a light shout, the power of the three yangs blessed a sword, a sword was crossed, and a line of fire appeared in black and white in front of the red line, staggering.

Rumble!

The volley exploded, and a huge shock wave swept in all directions, sweeping a hundred miles around.

Nuwa raised her hand and pressed it, and the power of the heavenly spirit treasure suppressed it down, and fixed the Qiankun to protect the square land, standing still.

Tired of harvesting the sky and flew back, the golden sword entered the sheath, swept out the dust, and the Tai Chi Qi diagram continued to rotate and emerge, turning the shock wave away, and stopped standing after exiting dozens of meters.

The moment he stood still, his body suddenly rose to the sky, carrying the sword flow of the sky straight up to the nine heavens.

"Five Yang Liaoyuan".

The golden sword was unsheathed again, and the Jiuyang Heavenly Decisive urged the peak, and the behemoth true qi broke through the body and turned into five rounds of golden yang, and the golden sword was the guide, and the power of the five yangs turned into a dark red extremely condensed Baizhang sword gang and shot down to the sky.

It's all in a blink of an eye.

A long-lost battle intent appeared in Nuwa's eyes, and she raised her hand and directly pushed the red hydrangea into the sky.

Rumble!

The shocking explosion swept the heavens and the earth, and the red hydrangea was directly shattered, and it was wiped out with Jian Gang, leaving only the sword qi of Jiuyang in the sky to wreak havoc at will.

Nuwa lost the red hydrangea and drifted with the waves in the violent shock wave, unable to control herself for a while, and could only induce the power of yin and yang to protect herself.

"The first sun is burning in the sky".

With a light shout, a golden figure came through the sword qi in the sky, and the sword pointed forward, causing the scattered Jiuyang sword qi to converge and turn into a new sword qi Jin Yang, pushing Jin Yang into a sword light and arriving in front of Nuwa in an instant.

"Goodness".

Seeing this move, Nuwa, who was spinning around, nodded slightly in affirmation. In the middle of the whirling figure, holding her hands in a circle, a phantom of the Ding Furnace appeared in her circle, and the next moment the Ding Furnace swelled violently and filled her in.

Rumble!

Chuyang's sword stabbed directly on the outer wall of the Ding furnace, making a crisp sound of "ding", and the next moment it exploded directly and failed to break the defense, and the phantom of the Ding furnace vibrate, and the word Qiankun appeared.

Qiankun Ding, the congenital treasure Qiankun Ding, the artifact of the way of creation held by the saint Nuwa Niangniang.

After losing the projection of the red hydrangea, the old fairy of the moon directly summoned the projection of this treasure this time and took the sword that should have welcomed victory.