Start, Hongmeng Holy Dynasty Young Emperor

Although Di Tian was beaten back to his original twelve or thirteen-year-old appearance, he was still floating in the air, blocked by Di Yi and the others.

"Hey, isn't it embarrassing for an old man who has lived for tens of millions of years to attack a child? If I give this young emperor a hundred years, you, an old man, will not be able to resist one of my moves."

Di Tian felt unwilling, after all, the glorious image just now was actually shattered by one of his moves.

"Interesting, my ancestor's move was actually blocked by the six of you together."

"It was only three layers of strength just now, but this ancestor uses five layers of strength this time, it must be blocked."

With a wave of the bone-like arm of the Eighteenth Patriarch, a jet of black air shot out, so fast that Di Tian's Realm came to the divine shield formed by the joint efforts of Di Tian and others without even seeing it clearly.

"Click."

There was a crackling sound.

"Clang."

The aegis was shattered, Di Yi and six people were scattered, and Di Tian also flew backwards.

"Aww."

Xue Qilin had been waiting in the void after devouring the Scarlet Flame Demon Dragon. Seeing that Di Tian was frightened down, he rushed to catch Di Tian.

"Even the first Qilin in the universe recognizes you as the master, and today I can't keep you."

As he said that, the Eighteenth Ancestors were accumulating energy and preparing to attack Di Tian.

At this time, the void was once again turbulent, and a voice came out.

"Fighting between children, you, who are half of your body in the dirt, still have the face to attack a six-year-old child?"

"Om~"

Two figures appeared in the void, they were the two Guardian Elders of the Emperor Clan, Emperor Python and Emperor Mountain.

The appearance of the two showed Yushen's immortal demeanor, unlike the Eighteenth Patriarch, who was like dry bones.

"I am really amazed by this ancestor. I didn't expect that you two, Di Mang and Di Shan, are still alive."

Although the Eighteenth Patriarch appeared to be calm in the ancient well, he was actually thinking about how to get out of it.

If a Yushen is at the peak, he doesn't care. After all, it is impossible for the same Realm to kill instantly. Now that two people are here at the same time, how can he not panic.

"Hmph, you Rama are here, why can't we be here, don't talk about other nonsense.

Our appearance is not here to catch up with you, since you have made a move, let's give you Samsara! "

As he said that, Di Mang and Di Shan shot at the same time, launching an energy attack that wiped out everything.

"Shura, I will open the void channel for you, and tell Qingtian when I go back, it is not the time to start a war against the Imperial Clan.

This ancestor is about to perish here today, let him not think about revenge, everything will be discussed after the No. 1 ancestor wakes up. "

After the Eighteenth Patriarch finished speaking, he immediately sent Shura into the sky without waiting for Shura's response.

But the joint attack of Di Mang and Di Shan was already in front of him, and the Eighteenth Patriarch had no time to react and was hit instantly.

"Di Mang, Di Shan, you will be buried with this ancestor."

The Eighteenth Patriarch Rama was also number one, and he showed no regrets until his death.

"boom."

The attack of the two pierced Rama's body, and Yu Wei crashed into the boundary wall.

At this time.

The whole Hongmeng Realm has a scene of sunset on the western mountain. This is the fall of Yushen, presenting a vision of heaven and earth.

In Dongyu Realm, the ancestral land of the Emperor Clan, Emperor Ba looked up at the sky, snorting coldly at the corner of his mouth.

"Little Luo clan, how dare you challenge the power of our imperial clan, death is not a pity."

Dongyu Emperor Palace.

Dixing and Yu Qingcheng looked at the vision in the sky.

"Brother Xing, which family of Yushen will fall in such a vision? Tian'er will be fine, right?"

"Don't worry, Qingcheng, the ancestor Emperor Ba just sent me a sound transmission, Tian'er is fine, this kind of vision is caused by the fall of Yushen of Luo Clan."

Yu Qingcheng felt relieved when she received a clear reply from Dixing.

Among the Jade Clan of Nanyu Shengchao, on the Ancestral God Mountain, an old man sitting in Lotus Position suddenly woke up.

"Hey, the great world is good, but if you shouldn't wait to participate, don't be born. The Cultivation Base of tens of millions of years is now in vain."

After the old man finished speaking, he closed his eyes again and continued to comprehend the Dao.

In Beiyu Leiyin Temple, on the rolling Lingshan mountain, there is a golden light, and in a Great Hall full of Taoist rhymes, a fat monk with a fat head and big ears sits high.

A huge swastika floated in the air behind his head, spinning continuously, emitting golden light.

"Know that good causes produce good results, and evil causes produce evil effects, and stay away from evil causes."

"Everything in the world has Karma."

"Six Paths of Reincarnation, the cycle continues."

"Amitabha"

After the fat monk finished speaking, other Buddhas in the hall also chanted.

"Amitabha."

Xiyu Shengchao, the instigator, Luo Qingtian looked at the vision in the sky, and felt a bad premonition in his heart.

"It's a big deal...no...that's it..., Emperor."

A servant hurried and panicked to Luo Qingtian's meeting hall.

Luo Qingtian's premonition is getting stronger and stronger, but in a high position, he can't mess up his sense of proportion.

"What's the proper way to panic?"

"What is it?"

The boy has come to the hall. "Emperor, old... old ancestor... the soul of fate... is broken..."

"boom!"

Although I was mentally prepared, I still couldn't accept the fact.

This heavy news still weighed heavily on Luo Qingtian's chest.

"Puff."

Luo Qingtian didn't come up in one breath, so he suffocated a mouthful of blood.

"Patter."

At this time, the sky above Xiyu shattered, and a figure descended at a high speed, smashed through the top of the Great Hall, and fell in the center of the Great Hall.

That's right, this person is Shura who was sent back by the Eighteenth Patriarch before his death.

Luo Qingtian who almost fainted roared like thunder.

"Shura, what's going on?"

"What happened? Why did the ancestor fall?"

Several questions in succession made Shura forget how to answer them.

In a few breaths, Shura gathered his thoughts.

"Emperor,..."

Shura told Luo Qingtian what happened after they arrived.

"Emperor, the Eighteenth Patriarch has said that there is no need to avenge him for now, and we will discuss everything after the No. 1 Patriarch wakes up."

"Ah~, Emperor Clan, you are too bullying." After Luo Qingtian finished speaking, he passed out.

Bei Yu, Bei Gongye secretly rejoiced when he saw such visions.

"Fortunately, the ancestor was not asked to avenge his son, otherwise, the Beigong clan would have had a part in the vision in the sky."

"The Imperial Clan is not easy to mess with!"

The entire Hongmeng, large and small forces, felt sorry for it when they saw this vision, and the force that is currently frightened and frightened belongs to Xifenglou.

After all, they sold the news to Xiyu Shengchao. Now that the ancestors of the Xiyuluo tribe have fallen, will the late stage come to them?

At the same time, they also revealed the whereabouts of the young emperor of the imperial clan. Whether the imperial clan will find them is another matter.

Xifenglou headquarters, a dark secret room, sitting on the main seat is a charming and charming woman, wearing a veil, unable to see her face clearly.

Judging by his figure, it is definitely rare in the Primordial Realm.

At this time, an old man who was in charge of his family's appearance stumbled in.

Sitting high on the enchanting woman, she is not angry and arrogant. "Why are you so flustered?"

"Lou...Master, big...something is wrong..."

The steward was out of breath and out of breath when speaking.

"What's the matter?" The woman asked again!

"Reporting to the landlord, the eighteen ancestors of the Luo clan have fallen."

The steward adjusted his breath and said to the woman.

"The fall of the Eighteenth Patriarch of the Luo Clan has nothing to do with my Xifenglou?"

The woman on the high seat was puzzled.

"The landlord doesn't know that Shura from the Luo clan came to buy the emperor clan to support the Nanyu territory."

"The subordinates sold the news of the young emperor of the imperial clan at a high price, but now the ancestor of the Luo clan has fallen, this..."

Before the steward finished speaking, he was overwhelmed by the power of the woman, and the stakes were self-evident.

"You are so courageous, who gave you the right? You dare to act on the news of the strongest force in Hongmeng. I am afraid that you think that Xifenglou in this seat is doing too well, huh?"

After the landlord finished speaking, he slapped out his palm in a hurry and hit the steward.

"bump"

"Puff"

The steward flew upside down, hit the stone wall in the secret room, rolled to the ground, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Just pray that the two tribes will not pursue this matter. If not, you are going to wash your neck and wait for the people of the two tribes to take your head."

"Hmph! Get out!"