The First Immortal King of the Perfect World

In the center of an ancient old city, there are not many buildings here, but there are countless teleportation gates, like a huge altar.

This is a teleportation array zone leading to the border of Dachitian. Many array gates are set up here as one of the routes to support Dachitian.

In the beginning, major families still had warships to cross the void. However, as the war lasted for many years, they no longer had the ability and resources to build warships. They basically had to use teleportation arrays to support the battlefield. Over the years, there have been almost no sources of troops to support them. On the battlefield, some magic formations have not been used for many years, and the formation patterns are almost broken.

However, even though it is very old and has not been used for thousands of years, it can still be activated.

Today, these almost aging formation gates suddenly began to tremble, and the surrounding teleportation formation patterns engraved by powerful forces began to flicker, and then a brilliant divine light slowly erupted. It was obvious that someone was urging the formation gates.

This situation has never happened in thousands of years. A group of veterans guarding the gate of the formation suddenly picked up their weapons from a state of near death and looked frightened. The teleportation formation was almost impossible to get in and out. Now it lit up without anyone passing by. Obviously, the whole teleportation formation turned on. There are people coming over from Chitian. How can this calm them down? There may even be someone from another land coming through the teleportation formation.

Under the shocked eyes of the veterans, figures emerged from the teleportation array, and their breathing became rapid. If they found that something was wrong, they would directly activate hidden means to blow up these ancient arrays, although they would also bring the ancient arrays with them. Destruction, but there must be no accidents this time.

When the first figure was about to step out of the divine light, their hearts were in their throats and they even held their breath. First a broken battle flag appeared, and then a blond young man appeared.

Yan, as a mature and qualified leader, was the first to return waving the battle flag in his hand.

"It's our world's battle flag, a very ancient battle flag!"

"This is the monk of Jiutian."

"Yes?"

These veterans were still in shock and could not react immediately.

Don't laugh when you are lying drunk on the battlefield. How many people have fought in ancient times.

After Zi Yan walked out of the teleportation array gate, Yu also walked out of the teleportation array. Then, group after group, more and more monks walked out of the formation. Although the nine heavens were broken, there were still mountains and rivers, and their hearts felt a little comfort.

Yan Heyu frowned as soon as he stepped out of the teleportation array. Then the remaining soldiers of Jiutian also discovered the problem. Originally, the laws of Jiutian were damaged, but now it was like being separated by a piece of confused paper, and it was even worse. weak.

Previously in Dachitian, the remaining Tao of the kings overwhelmed everything, and it was impossible to feel it at all. Especially around Lin Yue, it was like practicing in a fairyland.

At this time, they immediately noticed the problem as soon as they stepped here. They didn't know what happened and why the Nine Heavens Avenue was hazy.

"Are you... our warriors?"

A veteran held his halberd tightly and asked questions! Because these people are too powerful.

After returning from a bloody battle in a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, just the breath they inadvertently revealed made them tremble. Not only are there supreme monks at the pinnacle of the human realm, but there are even several immortals who have almost disappeared from Jiutian in recent years, especially the blond young man and woman at the head. Their aura casually exudes in the realm, making him, who has escaped from the first realm, The great monk did not dare to peep wantonly.

Facing the old man's question, everyone looked at the people around them. Their armors were broken and their clothes were old, and then they smiled.

"The war is over, we are victorious, and we are back!"

"Victory?"

"Yes, victory."

"Have you really won this eternal war?"

"Wow………!"

"Jiutian, Jiutian we have won, hahaha...!"

After confirming that Yan's words were true, Jiuzhen had truly won. These old men who had stayed behind could no longer hold their nerve. Afterwards, they threw up their weapons, cheered and celebrated.

From this moment on, from this ancient city, the Jiutian monks began to cheer all the way. They marched towards the Imperial Pass, to convey their victory wherever they went, and to let the old people and children who were still insisting know that their persistence was worth it. Jiutian Victory .

A long giant dragon, the battle flag fluttered in the wind, and the drums shook the sky. Yan Heyu did not stop it. This was a great victory, and it would be spread throughout the nine heavens.

"Who beats the drum!"

"What happened!"

Some people saw from other places that such a large group of monks suddenly appeared, with invincible blood energy and fighting strength, and they became nervous for a while.

"Little brother, what happened!"

An old man looked at the young man running past who kept shouting victory. He was puzzled for a moment and thought that the young man had gone crazy.

"Senior, we are victorious, Jiutian is victorious, the heroes are back, hurry, hurry! Inform everyone and deliver the victory package!"

Only then did the old man look at the long queue in the distance. The ancient war flags stood in the wind, and the war drums shook the sky.

The next second, the dying old man walked as fast as flying, roared, and rushed into the distance. This situation happened one after another.

In the Imperial City, everyone already knew that the army had returned victoriously. A group of old men with broken bodies led a group of boy scouts and stood at the gate of the city, watching the battle approaching in the distance.

The children's eyes were filled with fighting spirit. They were not flowers in the greenhouse. They had seen the most brutal battlefield in the last years of the Immortal Age. However, there was still a glimmer of hope. The old man told them that a hero had returned victorious and asked them to come and pay their respects.

A general will die in a hundred battles, and a strong man will return after ten years.

The battle in Dachitian lasted for more than ten years and hundreds of years. The war lasted for tens of thousands of years and spanned many generations. It buried so many heroes and heroes. It caused the whole world to fall apart into nine heavens. Now there is only one Infinite Sky and a few left. Small world.

Now Jiutian has won. From the beginning of Immortal Ancient times to now, Jiutian doesn't know how long he has been waiting for this moment.

The old people were wearing broken old armor, with tears in their eyes, holding bowls filled with strong liquor.

This is a tradition. They immediately serve the strongest wine from their hometown to the soldiers who returned from the expedition, just like the soldiers who went on the expedition. Because they have been out for ten thousand years, they are afraid that they will forget their hometown. Moreover, this is the wine of victory. , to celebrate the victory.

Yan Heyu walked at the front, leading the returning warriors and accepting the calls of all the compatriots who came.

"Strong man, please!"

The old man held up the big bowl and brought it to Yan.

"The King of Nine Heavens should be the first to drink this bowl of wine, but the King has not returned, and I...!"

Yan looked at the thick liquor in the bowl in front of him and subconsciously thought of Lin Yue before speaking.

The returning soldiers couldn't help but think of their king, and fell silent for a moment.

yes! The king should be the first to drink this bowl of wine!

"Don't worry, strong man, we have a bigger bowl waiting for the king's return!"

The old man said seriously!

"Ha ha………!"

"Ha ha………!"

"Okay, leave a bigger bowl for when the king returns!"

All the soldiers laughed, took the wine bowl and drank it all in one gulp.

After drinking, Yan took over the battle flag, waved it vigorously, stirring up the world, and then roared.

"Gentlemen, Jiutian has won this battle."

According to later records, in the last years of the Immortal Ancient Dynasty, the return of this great victory was celebrated for three years for nine days. During this period, the Immortal from another land was about to cross the Tianyuan, but was beheaded by two adults of the Skyhorned Ant clan outside the Imperial Pass. The opponent did not dare to Make it again.

At the central altar of the divine city, hundreds of people gathered together. Twenty or thirty monks at the pinnacle of the human realm and three true immortals were very eye-catching. Most of them had survived the war and were considered the last fire in the nine days. Of course, there were also people Even those who were scattered in other ancient worlds have never returned. There are still people who stay in Dachitian, but they are still too few compared to Jiutian. There were twenty or thirty kings at their peak, but now these are the only ones left.

Yan and Yu were sitting in the main seats at this time, presiding over the meeting.

"Two adults, we are incompetent and ignored by the kings of the Immortal Realm. They closed the gate and the Nine Heavens Dao was damaged. It will affect the environment of the world and has even begun to affect the cultivation of the younger generations. I am afraid that we will usher in the catastrophe of the end of the law."

"Hmph, people from the Immortal Realm, their behavior is normal. The Immortal Realm is the Immortal Realm after all. It is impossible for them to dedicate everything to this land like us. However, the King of Nine Heavens has returned to his throne, so there is no need to worry."

Facing the two younger generations, the old man named Jin Shuo spoke, feeling very guilty.

"That's right, senior, don't worry. The king is here for everything. Our king is just recuperating. He will return and everything will be fine by then. We should celebrate such a victory."

"This..., who is our king?"

The old man named Jin Shuo spoke, and all the monks who had never been on an expedition pricked up their ears.

Yan and Yu looked at each other, and then looked at the returning masters, and everyone subconsciously showed a mysterious smile.

"It can't be that boy!"

Jin Shuo seemed to have some guesses, but unfortunately he didn't believe it himself!

"Senior, please give me a respectful title!"

A young man who had just stepped into the supreme realm spoke,

"That's right, which of the adults has arrived at the King's Realm? I want to be honored!"

A true immortal said with a smile.

"Good fellow, my son-in-law and son-in-law are just gone!"

The old man named Jin Shuo jumped up.