Looking at Zhaoming's zombie-like sprint, everyone held their breath, and no one dared to laugh at him, because no one could hold on as long as him.

Although defeated, it was still glorious, and all those who had lived in the hearts of the Eight Heavenly Monks thought of it. Even Di Jun grabbed Shura and didn't let him make a move, which was the best respect for Zhaoming at this moment.

Everyone thought that if there were really reinforcements, it would definitely be the Chaos Bell on the side, but no one thought that a wooden box would rush out at this time.

The box was simple and unpretentious, and there was nothing mysterious to see, so it directly affected the heavy attacks of the Tianmen Blood Bell.

There was no suspense, the moment the two touched, the box was directly crushed like tofu by the terrifying attack of the Tianmen Blood Bell.

It's just that before everyone had time to have the next thought, they were immediately stunned by what they saw in front of them.

However, inside the palm-sized wooden box, a flag flew out. The size of a palm, when it is in the wind, it is long, and in an instant, it turns into a flagpole more than six meters high, three meters high, and a flag five meters long.

It exudes a chaotic and wild atmosphere, there are no patterns on it, and there are no other decorations, only a big ancient character, which is like a symbol: demon.

This is a banner of the demon clan...... Everyone did not hesitate to have the same idea. And all the demon clans felt even more, as if their own breath, their own flesh and blood, their own divine soul, and even the qiē on their bodies were all connected with this banner.

"It's the flag of the Nine-Headed Emperor!"

The Shangqing Daoist was dumbfounded, not only him at this moment, but also the Kunpeng Daoist and the Yin Yang Dharma King.

It was the imperial flag of the Nine-Headed Emperor, and its imitations had been planted in every corner of the Flood Desolate Continent, even if it was an immortal clan that had not really been conquered by the Nine-Headed Emperor, all the sects had a banner with such a pattern on the caves.

The Nine-Headed Emperor likes to refine the flag the most, and even the personal magic weapon is the five-party flag.

Dominate the Flood Continent. When he was killing the Nine Heavens, someone once discovered that the imperial flag he used most often did not appear in the Wa Emperor Divine Guard. But it's just a flag, and naturally no one thinks about anything else.

But today, when I saw this flag, all the strong people who had experienced that era found that they were wrong.

That imperial flag was also refined into a magic weapon by the nine-headed emperor, a magic weapon that was not weak in the power of the five-party flag. It doesn't need any kind of supernatural powers, it just needs to be here. It can already make people look away, and I can't help but think of the invincible powerhouse who swept the world millions of years ago.

Don't say that the others, even the Qingdao people like the above, were afraid in their hearts, as if they saw that the person who had beaten the three brothers and had no power to fight back had arrived here.

"Buzz!"

The Tianmen Blood Bell rang loudly, waking everyone up, but this time it didn't attack, but with an extremely jealous feeling, as if warning the flag something.

But the imperial flag of the nine-headed emperor did not have the slightest intention of backing down, and was dancing with the wind. Radiates immeasurable light.

"Buzz!"

With a loud bang, the Tianmen Blood Bell finally couldn't hold it anymore and attacked again. The blood light sound wave, like the wrath of the Heavenly Might, surged all over the world, killing the imperial flag of the nine-headed emperor from all directions.

"Ahh

Zhao Ming shouted loudly and rose to the sky, shrinking in size and becoming only more than six meters tall. Stretching out his hand, he held the Nine-Headed Emperor Flag directly in his hand.

A feeling of warmth. Turning into a strange mass of energy flowing into his body, Zhaoming was in a trance, as if he had traveled through time and came to a million years ago, standing in front of the emperor.

At the foot of Buzhou Mountain, this banner was held in the hands of the supreme leader of the demon clan. Swing vigorously.

The place where the imperial flag stands is where the emperor stands.

As long as that flag is still there and the emperor is standing there, the demon clan will never be defeated and will have nothing to fear.

The demon clan at that moment was brilliant. It is strong, united, invincible, and what Zhaoming wants to see after so many years of struggle.

Unconsciously, the eyes were already extremely moist, and tears appeared.

"Knock knock!"

A burst of war drums came, and Shura set up war drums and beat them vigorously. At this moment, he was nervous, but he didn't dare to join the battlefield without Zhaoming's consent, so he could only help Zhaoming in this way on the sidelines.

The sound of the drums was like thunder, mixed with the breath of the imperial flag, which greatly boosted the morale of the demon army.

"Knock knock!"

Zhao Ming's eyes also saw thousands of troops and horses, under the leadership of that invincible figure, rushing forward.

Rush...... Rush...... Chong, his heart beating with the sound of the war drums, Zhaoming at this moment just wanted to be a warrior and follow behind the tall figure.

Looking at the movements of the invincible figure, he danced the imperial flag in his hand, and walked towards the top of Buzhou Mountain step by step.

Every movement seemed to shake the backbone of the demon clan, and every swing seemed to provoke the fate of the demon clan.

The wild atmosphere on the imperial flag, the unswerving majestic figure step by step, made everyone seem to see the emperor who walked up from here step by step millions of years ago.

Suddenly, the Shangqing Daoist regretted it.

Let Zhaoming challenge the Tianmen Blood Bell is a win-win result for him, whether it succeeds or not.

If Zhaoming is defeated, he will be tantamount to killing this demon clan who looks exactly like Pangu by the hand of the Heavenly Gate Blood Bell.

If Zhaoming wins, he can justifiably move away from the Eight Heavens and settle the cave in the Kunlun Wonderland. Now that the prince of the east is dead, with what he has done over the years, he can easily win people's hearts and become the head of the new immortal clan.

But at this moment, he regretted it, not just because he felt that Zhaoming would win, but because he felt that he would be like the former Nine-Headed Emperor, and then do the next incredible thing, including threatening himself.

But this moment was too late, no matter what he did, it was too late to make up for it, Zhao Ming waved the imperial flag in his hand and forced it over step by step towards the Tianmen Blood Bell.

"Buzz!"

With a loud bang, the Heavenly Gate Blood Bell sent out a sonic attack, which seemed to be extremely powerful, and even repelled Zhaoming again. But the huge bell body was clearly rising into the sky.

It's retreating...... Such a result seems unexpected, and it is so natural.

"Knock knock!"

The war drums continued, Shura beat vigorously, and shouted loudly to cheer for Zhaoming.

The repulsed figure stabilized its body and walked towards the top of the mountain step by step. Although the speed is obviously not as good as before, the firm pace seems to be walking in everyone's heart, steady and powerful.

The waving banner was like the powerful arms of the nine-headed emperor, ordering the demon clans of the world to advance with him.

Perhaps it had been defeated by the shadow left by the Nine-Headed Emperor, or perhaps for some unknown reason, the Heavenly Gate Blood Bell finally retreated, and in a dull sound of bells, it slowly retreated towards the outer heavens.

The huge bell body was lifted, revealing the top of the Buzhou Mountain behind, and the huge Qiankun platform was no more, only a rugged mountain stone. On top of the mountain rock, a gate of light is the legendary Nine Heavenly Gate.

Behind the thin clouds and mist, you can see the high-rise buildings, and the rain pavilion and song platform are endless.

It was the legendary Heavenly Palace, where the emperors of the cultivation realm lived.

"Ahh

With a loud roar, Zhaoming rose to the sky with bruises all over his body. The imperial flag swayed, and the ancient aura swept like a galaxy, and finally forced the Tianmen Blood Bell back completely, submerged into the starry sky, and disappeared.

"Bang!"

With a soft sound, Zhaoming landed on the top of Buzhou Mountain, and planted the imperial flag in his hand heavily on the ground, on the first sacred mountain of the flood wilderness, and on the top of the whole world.

"Woooooo

Like a horn sounding, it was loud and loud from afar, and countless golden stars surged from all directions, like fireflies flying in three or two at first, and in an instant it was like a blizzard pouring down.

"The Power of Faith!"

The Shangqing Daoist exclaimed, those golden lights were not sparks, but pure faith power. It was the power of faith from the demon clan that worshiped the Nine-Headed Emperor in those years.

Countless forces of faith poured in, merging into that banner, more and more, more and more dense.

"Boom!"

It was like a loud sound wave of namelessness, and the power of faith that merged into the banner was like a chaotic explosion, blooming countless galaxies. The galaxy where the power of faith converged was like a huge divine dragon twisting its huge body, burrowing into the clouds and mist, passing through time and space, and actually rushing directly to the Flood Desolate Continent from the top of this Buzhou Mountain.

The golden light like an ancient demon beast turned into an overwhelming place, and swept the entire world in an instant.

Seven Heavens, Zhangyuan, Linyue Island, Cloud Volcano, Abbot Island...... Even in the southeast, northwest and northwest seas, every place, every demon clan felt that powerful telepathic power sweeping the world.

An indescribable force made them seem to pass through the heavens, through the infinite space, their eyes shuttled, and they fell directly on the imperial flag on the top of Buzhou Mountain.

That place is the place where the soul belongs.

"O Emperor!"

Not only these demon clans who are still struggling on the edge of the Flood Desolate Continent, but also all over the world, there are also countless demon clans kneeling in the place and crying loudly.

They are the generals of the former Nine-Headed Emperor, and they have made great achievements. It's just that after the disappearance of the Nine-Headed Emperor, he couldn't stand the intrigue of the three royal families of the True Dragon, the Phoenix and the Qilin, so he chose to leave and go overseas, which was hundreds of thousands of years.

Hundreds of thousands of years later, when they thought they were going to spend their lives overseas like this, they actually felt the call of the Nine-Headed Emperor again.

That flag is the imperial flag, and it is also the battle flag, when it is erected on the top of the world, it is to inform the world that at this moment, the war of the demon clan has really begun.

Only the demon clan can plant the battle flag in the highest place in the entire world.

"Go home...... Go home!"

"Go home!"

Some demon clans began to shout loudly, the desolate continent and the overseas world, where is home, it is difficult to have an answer. But at this moment, they figured out that the place where the imperial flag was where the emperor was. The place where the emperor is located is the home of the demon clan.

It's like a flame being ignited, setting the world on fire.

At this moment, between heaven and earth, only one voice resounded through the world.

"Go Home!" (To be continued......)