"Yīn Division, where is Penglai?" Ying Zheng looked at Yiīn Division a little anxiously.

A hint of cháo red appeared on the thin face of the yīn master: "Penglai, just ahead!"

With a bright smile, Master Yīn waved his hands forward, and the void in front of him wriggled dozens of miles at the same time, and thin pieces of smoke appeared out of thin air, outlining a huge sphere of translucent clouds and smoke in front of everyone. The smoke swirled rapidly, and a mysterious and mysterious breath seemed to make people see the opening up of the universe, the destruction of the flood and so on.

What kind of characters such as Ying Zheng, Wei Yao and others, they were born and died, and they built a huge empire in the Eastern Continent in the bloody storm. They held a lot of power in their hands, and ordered countless heads to fall to the ground. They have hundreds of millions of soldiers under their command, and their every move determines whether the world is ambushing corpses or rising spirits.

With what they have seen and heard, with their status, and with their open-mindedness, they suddenly see the flowing smoke, and still feel a dullness in their hearts, countless illusions are born in front of them, and a stream of plausible enlightenment floods into their minds, but it is like a dream without a trace, leaving no trace.

"yīn division!" a wisp of blood flowed from the corner of Ying Zheng's mouth.

"Your Majesty, this is Penglai!" A flash of jīng light flashed in Master Yīn's eyes, and he said in a deep voice: "No, it's not just Penglai, it's still the abbot, it's still Yingzhou, it's still Daiyu, it's still Yuanqiao!" Penglai, it's not just Penglai, Penglai is just one of the five sacred mountains, it's just ...... One fifth!"

Master yīn clapped his hands briskly and sang a high-pitched and simple ballad with an unusually beautiful tune. His lyrics are unusually clumsy, and the four words and sentences are full of a kind of chic, leisurely, relaxed, and carefree blissful joy.

Ying Zheng looked at the rotating translucent spherical space in front of him, and he was about to ask the yīn master what this song meant, a black and white air flow roared out from the spherical space, pulling the yīn master and Ying Zheng and the others into it in one fell swoop.

The silver-white grass fluttered gently, the silver light rippled, and the space here returned to normal.

Ying Zheng and the others came to a thick cloud of gold, silver, purple, red, white, and black, each of which was full of clouds and polar earth, and I didn't know how wide it was, I didn't know how thick it was, and I didn't know where the end was. The mighty clouds collided with each other, and occasionally when the two clouds collided, there were 10,000 dots of colorful clouds bursting out and bursting densely in the distance.

Once these tiny rays of light erupt, the power is comparable to a forbidden spell!

Ying Zheng and his henchmen looked at these boundless clouds in horror, just looking at these erratic clouds, they knew how dangerous it was. Ying Zheng thought to himself, even if he had that moon wheel talisman, as long as hundreds of clouds hit him at the same time, he would definitely be blown to pieces, as for whether the soul can escape, it really depends on luck.

"Majesty, come with me!" Master yīn snorted softly: "Come with me, now I should let you know that I am Penglai, and I am not Penglai." The real Penglai has slumbered, I am just a doppelganger, a distraction, I am just a ghost, a madman who is out of control, a madman who follows my mission and does not hesitate to attack our enemies!"

He smiled strangely, and there were thousands of clouds flashing in Master Yīn's eyes.

"Come on, come on, this is an opportunity, Your Majesty is going to sweep across the Western Continent, Penglai is your greatest help! But you can't have Penglai, so please give up your ambitions, you can't control Penglai, because you're not that person! You are not the Lord of Penglai, you will never be the Lord of Penglai!"

Win Zheng's eyes flashed fiercely, he glanced at Master Yīn deeply, and then shook his head: "What Master Yīn said, I don't understand. ”

Master yīn smiled brightly, he nodded again and again: "You understand, you understand, you must understand! It's just that for so many years, His Majesty and I have cooperated happily, so don't hurt this feeling! Frankly, you can't help me, and I need your help, so we will benefit both sides together, if we are separated...... Do you believe that as long as I spread the news that you have cultivated Penglai's Secret Divine Heaven Eighteen Heavenly Battles, even the Odin Temple will send someone to kill you?"

Ying Zheng's face became very strange, he frowned and muttered for a moment, and then he solemnly clasped his fists and saluted to the yīn master: "What the yīn master said, I understand! The yīn master has always been the yīn master, and the future will also be my yīn master." So, I won't do anything that would harm Master Yīn!"

Master yīn nodded with satisfaction, he divided his hands downward, and suddenly the clouds in the sky suddenly parted left and right, revealing a cloud crack that I don't know how long, but as wide as a hundred miles and as thick as a thousand miles. Looking down from this crack in the clouds, there is an endless blue sea below, and in the middle of that water......

Ying Zheng and the others gasped at the same time in the sea water, what is that?

It was a golden dragon that stretched for more than 100,000 miles, the divine dragon of the East! Such a huge divine dragon, Ying Zheng and they were suspended thousands of miles above the ground, but they still felt that the giant dragon seemed to be right in front of them, as if they could strangle them to death with a slight wave of their claws.

Such a huge golden dragon, his horns were broken into several pieces, his dragon whiskers were broken into more than a dozen sections, there was a huge blood hole in the middle of his skull, and his eyes were also blinded. His powerful, massive body was densely covered with countless wounds. With Ying Zheng's experience and knowledge, he could recognize at a glance that it was all caused by some swords, guns, swords, halberds, bows and arrows and other weapons.

But the volume of these injuries was too large, for example, more than a hundred miles behind the dragon's head, it was clearly a terrible wound left by a large knife, but this knife almost cut off the dragon's head, and his bones were cut into two pieces.

Another example is the scratch on the belly of the giant dragon, which is obviously caused by a sharp sword, this scratch is thousands of miles long, what kind of person has the strength to leave such a terrible wound on such a huge dragon? The divine dragon of the east, that is a more magical and powerful creature than the western dragon, such a huge golden dragon, is definitely the first level of the dragon emperor.

The defense of this dragon scale is estimated to be no weaker than that of an artifact, who can leave such a terrible wound on his body?

And such wounds were densely packed all over the dragon's body, and there were at least hundreds of them hastily counted.

But what shocked Ying Zheng even more was that the dragon who had been injured like this, even his heart was exposed, and most of his heart was crushed, he was still lying there breathing lowly, and he kept spitting out a large amount of gold between breathing and breathing.

The dragon is still alive and working to repair the damage on his body.

Master Shen Le looked at the giant dragon, and he said indifferently: "This is the guardian golden dragon god of Penglai, over the years, all the rare materials that His Majesty has secretly collected have been taken by me to repair the injuries of the golden dragon god.

Your Majesty knows that the Golden Dragon God is a powerful being that can easily kill the so-called Lord God?"

Ying Zheng was too shocked by what he saw to speak, he looked at the huge divine dragon below in a daze, took a deep breath, and then looked into the distance with his eyes.

Just near the dragon's head, a large island with a radius of hundreds of thousands of miles was shrouded in purple smoke, and countless young men wearing the same style as Ying Zheng's body, but with different embroidered patterns, were quietly suspended in the purple smoke, constantly swallowing the purple smoke around them. After each breath, the aura emanating from their bodies increased significantly.

The aura exuded by the young men here, the weakest of them all have the realm of saints, and the number of men suspended above this big island is so amazing, at a glance, it stretches for hundreds of thousands of miles, and it is full of young people who are suspended in the air in robes like this.

At the core of the big island, the terrifying aura that made Ying Zheng's body tense continued to spread, and it was definitely the existence of the peak of the demigods, and the aura they exuded was so fierce, the power they mastered was definitely not something that ordinary peak demigods could touch.

What made Ying Zheng, Wei Yao and the others feel creepy was that these young men were all born exactly the same, and all of them were the same face.

"They, how did they get born!" Ying Zheng couldn't help but exclaim.

Master yīn glanced at Ying Zheng disapprenously: "The face random generation module was destroyed in the God War, and I didn't bother to fix those inconsequential little things, so it's not a big deal to have a face." ”

Ying Zheng opened his mouth and didn't say anything, the answer that Master Yīn gave him was too mysterious, and he didn't know how to answer.

In the sky above this big island, there are also a large group of strong men wearing black sè iron armor flying in the air in a steel giant boat, these big men also have exactly the same faces, Ying Zheng looked at these big men who are exactly the same height, appearance, and breath, and couldn't help but exclaim again.

"Division...... Master!" Ying Zheng's body was uncontrollable and trembling.

"Your master has been killed by the Heavenly Temple. Master Yīn said lightly, "They are all humanoid battle puppets created after your master. Your master is also a humanoid puppet! So I've always admired that your life is very hard, you can practice the puppet technique with a human body, and you can still successfully cultivate, really, really remarkable!"

Win the political stiff and speechless!

Wei Yao and the others glanced at Master Yīn in horror, and then looked at Ying Zheng in awe!

The secret iron-blooded emperor secret of the blood Qin Empire royal family is actually a puppet cultivation technique? It is conceivable that the meridian qi points of the puppet are very different from those of human beings, and it is really a blessing for Ying Zheng to be able to successfully cultivate!

It's just that for so many years, the members of the Blood Qin royal family who died tragically in the cultivation of the Iron Blood Emperor Technique, and died one by one, they died too unjustly. It's not that they don't work hard, it's not that they don't have enough talent, it's really that this exercise itself is not for people to cultivate!

Master yīn didn't bother to pay attention to the strange gazes of Wei Yao and the others, he just raised his hands high and shouted loudly!

"Penglai, wake up, all the warriors, the warriors who have accumulated thousands of years!

"War breaks out again, and we will fight side by side again!"

"To the west, to the west, all the way to the west!"