God-level Stealing System

"The Supreme Demon Ancestor, shaking the sky, with the appearance of Senluo, and supreme power! The empress returns to the earth, and thousands of pythons will naturally come to pay homage!"

After the Supreme War a hundred thousand years ago, the Green Python Empress hid in the sculpture, and the Python King's Palace rose from the ground. However, the two supreme leaders, the Blood Python Ancestor and the Black Python Demon King, fell in the Supreme War and died. The burial place evolved into the two secret realms of the Python clan today.

Ancient emperors were buried in places with dragon veins, and royal tombs were built. It was common for them to be buried with terracotta warriors, warriors, maids, chariots, rare and exotic weapons, and even worse, they were buried with living people, which was extremely bloody and inhumane. .

The Green Python Empress has been silent for eternity and was once thought to have died. Her graveyard is the third secret realm of the Giant Python Clan. Among those buried there are millions of ancient python soldiers and three thousand green pythons...

Almost at the same time that the Green Python Empress revived, a loud rumbling sound was heard from a secret realm deep in the Tenth Mountain Range, and the ground veins for thousands of miles were trembling, as if there was a giant spirit trying to pry. Move the entire mountain range of the Tenth Mountain!

Mang Xiongfeng felt the strong aura of the Empress' awakening, restrained the restrictions of the Hundred Gods Covenant, and stepped out of the Mang King's Palace. Holding the scepter in hand, he overlooked the Hundred Mang Canyon and had a panoramic view of the Tenth Mountain.

On the main body of the Tenth Mountain, in the dense snake caves, the skulls of python beasts were turning, the crust cracked, and a cold mist burst out, and green pythons that had been sleeping for eternity rushed out.

The green pythons transformed into python beasts with fierce faces and fierce auras. They held weapons in their hands and bared their teeth and claws on the ground, like ghosts crawling out of hell!

Then, a piece of red mist surged out of the valley, and water like a blood-red river gushed out out of thin air. It was so powerful that it seemed to be able to drown everything. The red river faded away, and countless blood pythons suddenly appeared in the canyon.

After the red river receded, a huge black tide swept over. When the sky was dark and the earth was dark, a large group of black anacondas appeared at some point and merged into the lineup of blood pythons and green pythons!

Three-color ancient giant pythons covered the Tenth Mountain, with a million of them. In an instant, the entire Tenth Mountain turned into ghosts, shrouded in blood clouds and mist!

As soon as these giant pythons appeared, they devoured the giant python clan members in the snake cave without caring about their blood, and they were brutal, hungry, and thirsty.

Seeing this, although Mang Xiongfeng was slightly startled, he quickly ignored it and instead let out a long series of almost maniacal laughter.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

The laughter was full of the joy of a successful plot, and also had a bit of determination to kill one's body and cut off a strong man's wrist. It was like the sound of magic outside the barrier and the cold ice, echoing in the valley, making it look extremely gloomy and terrifying.

He has been waiting for this moment for a thousand years!

"Millions of ancient three-color pythons have returned to the world! The power of the empress shakes the world! She will surely lead our giant python tribe back to its peak. Why worry about small sacrifices?"

"My son, Tianjiao, has lived up to his father's devoted cultivation. He has made a great contribution to activating the empress!"

The excited Nang Xiongfeng completely ignored the fact that he was already bleeding from all his orifices, and the backlash evil energy from the Covenant of One Hundred Gods had invaded his body.

Using his scepter to support his shaky body, the Python King was half-kneeling on the ground, his shadow-shrouded eyes still full of cruel and ferocious blood.

Most of the ten strongest mountains in the Baishenmang Mountain are descendants of the ten ancient divine races, possessing extraordinary innate evil talents.

For example, the owner of the Fourth Mountain and Qilin Mountain was born with the magical power of Qilin blood. Another example is that the owner of the Second Mountain and White Tiger Mountain inherited the Thunder of the Tiger from the White Tiger Clan. Not to mention the owner of the First Mountain and Yanlong Mountain. , he is a supreme monster in this world, possessing the terrifying power of devouring space!

Not to mention the descendants of the ten major divine tribes, even Xiang Yannan of the Lingtu tribe mastered the power of "spirits" by chance, making the Lingtu tribe rank third in the Baishen Mang Mountain!

As for the giant python clan, they have no innate bloodline among the ten ancient divine clans, and they have no good opportunities.

In the past few hundred years, with the support of Xiang Yannan, the two weak races that were originally ranked in the Seventeenth Mountain and the Fifteenth Mountain have risen strongly, and they have the potential to crush the Tenth Mountain.

The giant python clan is already struggling to maintain the ranking of the tenth mountain!

Cha Cha Mang Xiongfeng is a very ambitious person. He is not satisfied with being at the bottom of the top ten mountains, let alone being squeezed out of the top ten mountains!

For thousands of years, he ignored the covenant between Baishen Mangshan and Wutian Sect and repeatedly sent troops to invade the Great Sun Empire, which shows that he is an extremely restless person.

Mang Xiongfeng was determined to break through to the quasi-emperor until his son Mang Tianjiao was born. Mang Tianjiao was born to him and a snake girl of green python descent. He has pure green python blood and his talent far exceeds that of other younger generations of the python clan. , is also a leader among the younger generation in Baishen Mangshan.

Mang Xiongfeng devoted himself to cultivating Mang Tianjiao, hoping that Mang Tianjiao could inherit his will and complete the great cause of revitalizing the python clan!

However, the young master of Baihu Mountain, the disciple of Qilin Mountain, Lin Fang, and even Xiang Junchi and Xiang Yuchan of the Lingtu Clan are also extremely talented. Although the Mang Tianjiao's talent is also good, it can only be ranked among the best. Enter the top ten.

Nang Tianjiao was eager for a breakthrough, so he had a crush on Xiang Yuchan, who had a special physique, but in the end his wish came to nothing because of the appearance of Silence.

Afterwards, the once-in-a-decade battle between Wutian Sect and Baishen Mangshan was about to begin. Mang Xiongfeng sent Mang Tianjiao into the secret realm of the giant python clan for training. Unexpectedly, in the graveyard of the Green Python Empress, Mangtian Jiao felt the The bloodline induction of the Empress.

From that moment on, the blazing ambitions of Mang Xiongfeng and his son were completely ignited, and they were no longer satisfied with the opportunities on the battlefield.

They attempt to resurrect the empress and millions of ancient demon pythons according to the secret method of blood.

But at this moment, the empress has returned to the world, and the army of millions of monster pythons has once again appeared in the sky. How can the python heroes not feel excited?

In the third mountain.

"Master Xiangshan, the Baishenmang Mountain is really going to change! The giant python tribe's troops are approaching the mountain, and the danger of protecting the mountain is unbearable. My men have gone to the front line to help. I'm here to ask the mountain master what he should do. ?”

Compared with the extravagance and splendor of the Mang King Palace, Xiang Yannan's residence is much more frugal. The room is not big, but it is also extremely refined and elegant.

He sat cross-legged on a straw mat, with a bowl of tea placed on a carved table in front of him. There was a leaf floating in the tea, and the leaves were floating in the whirlpool, just like the treacherous clouds of fate.

Xiang Yannan is sitting quietly to relax.

An old man from the Lingtu tribe wearing a thin cloth robe, with a body as slender as a bamboo, a temperament as green as the breeze in an empty valley, and gray-haired cockleburs, walked in quickly with a cane, and the sound of tapping the ground was clear. Ear. On his strong back, he carried a rectangular package diagonally on his back.

Xiang Yannan heard the sound, his eyebrows narrowed, and when he saw it was an old man, he immediately opened his eyes and asked the old man to take a seat at the guest table on the left:

"Is it Uncle Feng? Please sit down quickly!"

"Prepare tea!"

Xiang Yannan hurriedly gave instructions to his servants.

"No need!"

The old man sat down cross-body, took off the rectangular package and placed it on the table.

"The mountain-protecting formation is indestructible. How can the mere python soldiers of the python tribe break it? Uncle Feng, can you see clearly how many of them are here?"

Xiang Yannan has long been used to the friction between the Giant Python Clan and the Ling Rabbit Clan. He really doesn't believe that the Giant Python Clan can break through the mountain-protecting formation.

"It's different from before. This time the giant python comes with ferocity and is extremely powerful. Mountain Lord, I'm afraid that the Spirit Rabbit Clan will be wiped out!"

"Oh? Why do you see..."

Feng Bo was originally a quasi-emperor of the Spirit Rabbit Clan. He was assassinated by the Giant Python Clan a hundred years ago and his cultivation was half-finished.

In the third mountain, he served as an old musician in charge of ritual music, and he played a heavenly guqin. Whenever there was a big battle, he would climb to the top of the Jue Valley to play music and percussion for the soldiers of the Lingtu tribe to enhance the military power.

Feng Bo's character is just like the strings played by his fingers, he is solitary, energetic and calm.

But at this time, the respectable old man's tone was particularly serious. Seeing that his face was solemn and he was not thinking about tea, Xiang Yannan suddenly became alert.

Just as he was about to stand up, he suddenly felt a sudden tremor from the demon core in his body, as if struck by lightning. He fell back onto the straw mat, his expression changed from fright.