The black mountain was not tall, not even as tall as the tallest hall in the Yan Imperial Palace.

However, this black mountain was an oppressive force that brought incomparable fear to the perception of any cultivator present.

At this time, inside and outside the Great Yan Palace, many people had been to Lushan and watched Yuan Wu duel with several of the top grandmasters in the world.

As soon as the aura of this black mountain surged, these people's bodies trembled uncontrollably.

The breath of this unique yin god and ghost thing comes from Qi.

Only the grandmaster of the Great Qi Dynasty had such a black mountain.

That Great Qi Grandmaster had already proved to the world in the Lushan Alliance that he was the strongest among all the Grandmasters present, except for Yuan Wu.

......

The imperial study was shattered, and in its place was the rise of Montenegro.

On this not tall black mountain, there is no grass and trees, but there are dense and countless tombstones.

Each tombstone is different, both in terms of shape and material, and it is all wrapped with a completely different black aura.

The black flames, which are equally gloomy but have a completely different aura in their perceptions, are swaying wantonly on this mountain like weeds.

Zhongshuhou looked up at the black mountain, his eyes narrowed, but his eyebrows turned white.

He endured half his life in the fiefdom of the border city of Yandi, planning today's situation, at this time, seeing success, but suddenly a black mountain was born, how can he not be anxious, how can he not be angry, how can he not be old?

Emperor Yan looked at him mockingly.

Looking at the wrinkles that suddenly appeared on his face and his eyebrows that suddenly turned white, he said sarcastically: "You also know that you don't have much time, and it won't be long before my Silver Cliff Army will be killed." What do you want to do if you don't descend at this time?"

After his voice sounded, the cold metallic light in the surrounding palace scattered, like a tide rushing onto the beach, and finally weakly turned into foam, and it will completely dissipate.

On Zhongshu Hou's cold face, there was also a hint of irony and a fanatical smile.

He looked at Emperor Yan, shook his head seriously, and said, "I still want to give it a try." ”

Emperor Yan sneered, "Give it a try?"

Zhongshuhou nodded and said indifferently: "He is not Yan Ying after all, everyone knows that Yan Ying is dead." ”

Emperor Yan stopped talking.

He had already sensed the change in the black mountain behind him, and he knew that he didn't need to respond to this sentence anymore.

On the Black Mountain, all those tombstones began to tremble and sway.

The black dust and dirt kept shaking at the bottom of the tombstone, and the cold aura did not rush to the sky, but rushed towards the depths of the underground beyond the cultivator's perception, surging madly.

Inside and outside this palace, countless cultivators were shocked.

In their perception, this black mountain has turned the entire palace into a netherworld, the kind of yin qi that invisibly permeates the entire palace, and even some talismans and flying swords cannot be used.

Zhongshu Hou hung his head.

His black hair also turned white at this moment.

His hands pressed into the void at this moment.

A small, crystalline vajra landed on his fingertips.

In this imperial garden, all the unbroken objects, including the white jade bridge that had remained intact during the battle, were shattered, broken into tens of thousands of pieces.

The several strong men who were guarding in front of Emperor Yan all spurted blood from their mouths, and flew out uncontrollably backwards with a loud shout.

Emperor Yan snorted, and countless fine bubbles appeared in the air in front of him, flying away, as if boiling in water.

When these images had already happened, there was a muffled bang on the ground in front of Zhongshu Hou.

When the tiny, crystalline vajra fell from his fingertips, it was as small as a fingernail, but when it landed, it had become more than a person's height, like a small crystal tower.

The sky was golden, and many streams of flames appeared.

The chill of the entire Yandu disappeared suddenly, and the scorching heat came.

Because those golden flames are the real fire of the sun.

Zhongshu Hou looked at the black mountain expressionlessly, watching those sun true fires swarm along his mind.

The Great Qi Dynasty, especially the way of the Yin Gods and Ghosts of the Black Mountain, which is transmitted in this single line, is the most bizarre cultivation method in the world, and it is all the yin qi left in the world by dead cultivators or some powerful beasts.

What this kind of yin and dark aura is most afraid of is the scorching sun true fire, and he uses the scorching sun true fire to break it.

In an instant, countless condensed Sun True Flames continued to fall on this black mountain like spears.

Countless holes were pierced in an instant, countless tombstones were broken, and where the holes were pierced, there was no splash of mud or gold and stone, but puffs of smoke.

The true yuan in Zhongshu Hou's body continued to pour out, and his entire body became transparent, shining brightly, like a god.

Seeing such a scene, there were bursts of cheers from among the rebels who were besieging the Imperial Garden, and many cultivators sensed that the yin qi that filled the palace was dissipating, and the gloom in their hearts was gradually disappearing, and their confidence began to restore.

Montenegro was in tatters, and it seemed that it would turn completely into smoke and black fly ash at any moment.

However, at this very moment, in a valley near the top of the Black Mountain, a low-lying shadow slowly cracked.

A black-haired teenager, as if he had woken up from a long sleep, rolled over and sat up on the ground.

His complexion was pale, almost transparent.

There was life in his eyes, but there was no life in his body, not even a trace of temperature, like frost on a tombstone in winter.

Because his skin was too bloodless, too pale, he could even clearly see the blood in the flesh and blood of his body.

The blood in the flesh and blood of his body was black, and what flowed was not bright red blood, but black arrogance.

The cheers came to an abrupt end.

The teenager stood up.

The black hair had grown taller than his man, and it dragged all the way to the ground behind him.

His face was very young, and there should not be much difference between his age and that of Ding Ning and the others, but at this time, whether it was his black hair, his body skin, and flesh and blood, he was filled with a strange and powerful aura.

The moment he stood up, a black cloud appeared in the sky.

Black clouds obscured the countless suns that fell from the sky, and the most important thing was to stop the sunlight from dazzling.

The boy opened his eyes completely.

Not just his pupils, his entire eyeballs were pitch black, as black as ink.

Then he saw Zhongshuhou clearly, and stepped from this valley towards Zhongshuhou's place.

As soon as he stepped out, the black mountain vanished, turning into a cloud of black smoke that closed towards his body.

In everyone's vision and perception, this black mountain followed his step and entered his body.

This Black Mountain seems to be only a part of him.

Or rather, it's just his natal thing.

Zhongshuhou's face also turned pale.

He didn't feel the breath of his natal object, but his realm and perception reminded him very clearly that this black mountain had completely merged with the other party.

Most of the realms and cultivation of this black mountain and that grandmaster were completely inherited from each other.

He didn't feel the breath of his natal thing, just because... That Qi Country's First Grandmaster's Yin God and Ghost Thing Method was completely different from any cultivation method in the world, and he didn't follow the same path!

There is no doubt that the young man he faced at this time directly crossed the barrier of the Seven Realms and became the youngest grandmaster in this world!

His heart was beating violently.

This is not in line with the theory of breaking the realm, it is difficult to explain it with reason, but it is extremely true.

In the next moment, he roared, facing the young man who came from the Black Mountain, his right hand stretched out, and between his middle finger and index finger, he held a piece of broken thin talisman paper, and swiped towards the young man.

The thin rune paper emitted an extremely terrifying rune meaning.

Heaven and earth were cut in two.

Before this symbol, countless tombstones suddenly floated.

Countless tombstones filled the whole world.

Countless tombstones were cut in two and turned into black smoke.

But in the black smoke, the black-haired boy had already come to the side of Zhongshuhou.

Zhongshuhou's eyes narrowed into a slit, but a faint flame gushed out of his eyes.

Behind him, in the empty air, a shadow appeared out of thin air.

The shadow was short, a dwarf.

But in his hand, there was a very long sword.

This sword is also extremely fast, and it is not even inferior to the sword light of the Shentai Guan Sword in the Minshan Sword Society.

In just a flash, the sword light stuck to Zhongshu Hou's waist and abdomen, piercing into the young man's chest.

However, it was only at this moment, the faint flame in the eyes of Zhongshu Hou turned into more shock, even despair!