"Whew!"

A high-pitched dragon roar sounded, and a gray Jiao, which was more than ten zhang long, rose into the sky. Underneath the ash, thousands of Tibetan mountain tribes fell to their knees, silently praying that their spirit gods would be able to defeat their enemies.

The gray Jiao's body was crystal clear, the dragon horns were magnificent, and the body was full of evil energy, and one swing tail, turning into a black light and rushing towards the figure in the sky.

"Accept it or not!"

A man's voice sounded in the sky, and as the man's voice sounded, in the void, a golden scroll like a golden silk slowly unfolded and turned into a huge palm. I saw that this palm seemed to contain Qiankun, there were cities and villages, mountains, rivers and swamps, children grazing, scholars reciting, women weaving and so on. Many scenes are displayed one by one, as if it is a complete world.

The palm of this hand is several zhang in size, golden yellow, straight out, and gently grabs the gray Jiao rushing in the air, as if it is fishing for a loach.

"Bang!"

The gray Jiao was shocked, and the dragon's tail turned into a phantom whip and shrouded the giant palm. But even though the gray Jiao's power is infinite, it can't move at the moment. Because this giant palm is the transformation of the power of heaven and earth in the entire Bingzhou, it can be said that it is now a dragon in the Jindan period fighting against the suppression of the entire Bingzhou.

It's impossible to escape.

Pan Hao stepped on the void, and his deep eyes couldn't help but squint slightly as he looked at the gray Jiao who kept struggling. In this radius of hundreds of miles, the Tibetan Green Tribe and the Barbarian Dragon Tribe are the strongest, and now the Tibetan Green Tribe has let the gods settle in, and the remaining Barbarian Dragon Tribe Pan Hao does not want to delay any longer, so he does it himself.

"Humans, we have no grievances, why did you capture me?"

The gray Jiao was firmly grasped by the giant palm, and the muscles and bones all over his body were caught, and the strength and true qi on his body were actually slowly retreating from his body, and he didn't listen to the control. This alarmed it, and the lantern was large. The dragon eyes full of evil aura glared at Pan Hao fiercely.

"You have resentment, and you have a lot of evil. His hands are stained with the blood of a lot of human races, but I don't think you are guarding one side, and you have never been unscrupulous, suppressing you for a thousand years, and cultivating for a good life!"

Pan Hao also ignored the roar of the gray Jiao, and his voice was like thunder, shaking for dozens of miles. I saw him stretch out his right hand and press it down towards the void.

"Don't, I'm not convinced!"

The gray Jiao is howling. In the roar, in the resentment. The thought of being suppressed for thousands of years terrifies it is terrified.

Bang!

At this moment, even the void was shaking, and a giant palm only a few zhang in size smashed down quickly into the ancient mountain range with a gray jiao, and the giant palm was also growing wildly while flying, and in the blink of an eye, it had become a mountain peak hundreds of zhang high. Boom! After a loud sound that shook the mountains.

In the fifty miles of the power of the Barbarian Dragon Tribe, one is shaped like a palm. The five fingers are distinct, and there are hundreds of zhang high peaks that appear abruptly. The mountain slowly dimmed from the golden light at the beginning, and finally turned to an ordinary muddy yellow. In the days to come, it will be full of trees. Blooming with flowers, it turns into a real mountain.

After Pan Hao's eyes swept over the Five Finger Mountain, he didn't pay attention to it anymore. This gray Jiao has never cultivated with essence blood like the Blood Spirit Tree, but it likes to devour young children. Sin deserves death. But it has guarded the Barbarian Dragon Tribe for hundreds of years, and this is the merit! That's why Pan Hao chose to suppress it.

"The dragon god has been killed!"

"No, it's been suppressed for a thousand years. Didn't you hear what you just heard?"

"What should our Barbarian Dragon Tribe do in the future?"

The people of the Barbarian Dragon Tribe are confused, although they hate this gray Jiao, but the survival of the tribe is inseparable from its protection. Once the tribe has no sacrifice to the spirit god, it will be a terrible thing.

"Click!"

Just when the people of the Barbarian Dragon Tribe were at a loss, in the center of the tribe, the hard earth suddenly burst open, and a statue of a god with golden light and majesty slowly rose in the land, and finally stood in the center, suppressing the Quartet.

At the same time, information came into their minds, and in an instant they understood everything.

"Celestial, it's actually a celestial god!!"

"At last we don't have to sacrifice our own children!

"Little stones don't need to be sacrificed!haha!"

The people of the Barbarian Dragon Tribe fell to their knees, some wept bitterly, some looked crazy, and some danced with their hands. And more of it is crying with joy, the continuation of the tribe, the sacrifice of young children, this is a cruel but unforced thing to do. But after today, all the qiē has passed.

Pan Hao shook his head with a sigh, turned around and stepped out, breaking through the void and leaving. Now that the two major tribes have been subdued, the next step is to be Pingchuan, and they only need to be handed over to Helian Hu to manage.

And state Yiyang Palace!

"Lord, this is a rare opportunity, otherwise, when Yu Yuan recovers, he will definitely come back to help, and it will not be so easy to defeat Song Yongke at that time!"

"I didn't expect Zhang Jian to be so decisive, and at the same time send an envoy to unite the states to jointly attack Song Yong!"

"I'm afraid that Jingzhou and Jizhou have already mobilized troops and horses to come to Youzhou at this time. ”

"Xia Guan thinks it's inappropriate, after all, the lord lacks foundation, Jingzhou and Jizhou have been operating for decades, and we can't compare them at this time. ”

At this time in the palace, I saw dozens of civil and military officials on both sides, and Song Yuduan sat on the throne, looking at the officials below, his eyes were deep and his bearing was calm. At this moment, this is what it looks like to be a small court. After a lot of hard work, Song Yu finally accumulated these teams, which was not easy.

At this time, in the face of the envoy of Zhang Jian, the king of Guangyang, the officials below expressed their opinions one after another, some of them were the main battle, and some of them hoped to recuperate and accumulate their heritage.

"I don't know what Lu Shi thinks?"

Song Yu turned his head and looked at Lu Yijian, who was holding the Zhizhu among the civil officials, at this time Lu Yijian held the position of the secretary's chamberlain, ranking in the fifth grade, and the grade was not high, but he was dealing with administrative matters, and he was definitely Song Yu's left arm and right arm.

"Accumulate grain, slow to become king!"

Lu Yijian walked out and replied respectfully.

"Okay! This matter is decided, our strength is still too weak!"

Song Yu waved his hand to let Lu Yijian go back to the team, and said in a clear voice. At this time, Song Yu glanced around, at this time, after this period of digestion, the situation in Bingzhou has basically stabilized, and the qi luck above the heads of the officials below is towering, extremely strong, and they are obviously rapidly accumulating the qi luck that has been digested.

And Zhang Han and He Shan, as the generals in the hands of Song Yu, have broken through one after another, and now their luck has changed from green inside to gold, and they are almost about to turn into light blue.

At this time, Song Yu couldn't help but look at the young man who was at the back of the generals, only to see that this young man had a slender body, a face like a crown of jade, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and he was wearing a red official uniform that looked even more majestic, and he was definitely a beautiful man with outstanding appearance. But that's not why Song Yu paid attention to him.

The reason why Song Yu paid attention to him was only because there was a pale cyan life grid towering above the middle three feet above the man's head, although this man was now in a low position, but relying on himself, his life was so strong, it was simply one of Song Yu's few rare lives.

"Zhao Long, eight feet tall, is good at using a three-foot-long gentian bright silver spear. This man can be a general!"

Song Yu glanced at it and ignored it. Zhao Long's character is strong, and I am afraid that the number of times he will meet in the future will not be less.

Then Song Yu looked at Zhang Heng, Zhang Shi, Yang Liang and others again, all of whom had already changed their luck. And in the end, Song Yu looked at the top of his head, at this time Song Yu's luck on the top of his head was dark blue, and a golden python was swallowing and exhaling luck, only to see that this python was several zhang long, the dragon horns on the top of the head were magnificent, the dragon's head was clearly horned, the eyes were broken gold, and there were four meat bags on the abdomen.

The clouds and mist rose around this python, entrenched on the dark blue luck, and looked at the courtiers below with cold eyes and majesty. Song Yu did not claim the title of king, otherwise he was afraid that this python would completely turn into a dragon and leap out.

Song Yu is not in a hurry to be the king, for Song Yu, as long as the forces in his hands are getting stronger and stronger, the so-called princes and emperors are not a problem. If you don't have the strength, even if you are king, you can't last long, and Song Bin in Bazhou is a good example.

On the other side, Jizhou and Jingzhou are not like Song Yu, Qin Pu, the king of Qin in Jizhou, and 100,000 soldiers and horses stretched from Jizhou, like a black dragon biting towards the fragile Youzhou.

Although Liu Hong of Jingzhou did not claim the king, he also had a deep foundation, and the same 100,000 elite soldiers set out from Jingzhou to defeat Song Yong and rush to Youzhou.

All of a sudden, the situation in the land of Kyushu changed drastically, the beacon fire continued, and the war and disaster were endless. (To be continued......)