The God of Sky & Earth

Sitting on the back of the Golden Flame Beast as wide as mountains and rivers, overlooking the magnificent scenery, Su Yi frowned and his face was iron.

The river is Tingzhi, and the peaks and ridges stand tall.

In front of the beautiful scenery, Su Yi remembered the letter Liu Ruoxi had written to him that day, and he clenched his hands unconsciously, and swallowed the ginseng whiskers in one gulp.

Afterwards, the whistling mountain peaks blew past, Su Yi's eyes sank, he sat cross-legged firmly, mysterious and unpredictable handprints formed like lightning, and divine lights rushed out of his body.

The pain seemed to tear the brain apart, Su Yi's face changed suddenly, he closed his eyes with difficulty, and the ninja began to operate the Hunyuan Supreme Kung Fu in severe pain.

"Boy, are you really ready to grab a kiss? That's a holy mountain, a holy mountain that even the Li family can be destroyed directly! Are you going alone?" Tie Hunxuan crossed Erlang's legs, with his withered palms on the twentieth Tapping back and forth in the hallway.

Su Yi's gaze was fixed on the front again, and his mind was free all the time.

"With the Xuanling Divine Vein and this mysterious space, it is not difficult to snatch Ruoxi back. However, this time, there is Yutian Palace and the armed forces of the Overlord Sect. If the Holy Mountain is not completely destroyed, we must also let it go. A layer of skin has been peeled off the holy mountain!" Su Yi's eyes were instantly gloomy and cold, bright and deep.

The coldness shot out of his eyes again, Su Yi stopped talking, and devoted himself to healing again.

My whole body was shrouded in miraculous light, and my body was glowing, recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"This kid, this time we only use forces other than the legion to deal with the holy mountain. Could it be that he has other ideas?" Chi Feihong's old eyes were full of doubts.

Holy Mountain, somewhere.

The peaks are shrouded in a bright cloud, illusory and misty, and the layers of mist set off like a fairyland.

The aura on the peak is full of aura, the strange flowers and grasses, the fairy spirit is shining, and the heart is full of yearning.

Among them, the two peaks stand thousands of feet high, and the middle is like an ax splitting. The yellow and clear mountains are hidden, and the magnificent Shengwu Hall is dormant in the middle of the two peaks, looking like a golden screen from a distance.

The Holy Martial Hall is the most mysterious and solemn place to practice martial arts in the Holy Mountain, and it is also the graveyard of the emperors and venerables of generations. It has never been a direct disciple, and the mainstay of the Holy Mountain will not enter in the future.

It is rumored that there are thirty-six primordial stone veins under the Shengwu Hall, which set off the peaks of the holy mountain like palms.

Therefore, the aura of this place is so high all the year round, and warriors stay in it, soaked in the fat cream, with an indescribable sense of joy and comfort, and the practice is even more effective, not inferior to those magical secrets and dangerous places in the world.

Today's Shengwu Hall is crowded with people and the noise is loud. All the large and powerful sects and princes in Zhongzhou are gathered here.

The Holy Martial Competition should have been held in the second year after the death of the Holy Emperor, but it was delayed by more than 20 years.

As the top power in Zhongzhou, they have been keeping a low profile in recent years, and it was only after the Great Sage became stronger that they made a lot of noise in the Tianman Continent.

Many guests, before waiting for the start of the Holy Mountain Competition, looked up at the heaven and the earth, and cast solemn and reverent eyes towards the holy place in their hearts.

As soon as the new emperor comes out, Zhongzhou will take a step forward on the road to becoming a family, so the forces attached to the holy mountain will definitely make great strides!

Everyone knows in their hearts that the Holy Mountain, which is secretly competing with Tianlongzong, will be reborn!

"Aww!"

The sky is full of golden clouds, and groups of spirit birds and beasts hover in the auspicious clouds, and the eyes of the beasts are filled with overflowing golden light.

Among the lofty mountains, towering peaks pierced into the sky one after another, towering and majestic, all of them were full of people, stretching their necks, with the same longing in their eyes.

Those who are eligible to enter the Shengwu Hall and watch the Holy Mountain Grand Competition today are only distinguished guests, direct disciples and elders of the Holy Mountain, and other people are not included in the ranks.

Therefore, the remaining disciples of the Holy Mountain can only stand on their own peaks, overlooking today's Holy Mountain Grand Competition.

Fortunately, the holy mountain has equipped every peak with huge flow shadow stones, which made the wishes of many people who had no chance to see the birth of the new holy emperor come true.

In front of the Holy Martial Hall, the guests who arrived first congratulated and greeted each other, but with the arrival of a group of people, everyone cast their eyes away.

"Look, that's the Liu family in Mancheng, the father of the new Holy One!"

"The Nine Saintess is the Holy One? Hey, that's not right. I heard that she had a marriage contract with that madman Su Yi since she was a child?"

"Hush!" A guest glared, then looked at Liu Zongyuan and the others, and lowered his voice.

"You still dare to mention that person's name in the holy mountain, do you not want to live?"

"I heard that person disappeared from the Tianfeng Ranking Tournament, and he hasn't come out yet!"

"So, Liu Ruoxi probably can't wait any longer, so hurry up and join the new Sage Emperor!"

There was a lot of chatter, and the guests coming and going cast their eyes on Liu Zongyuan and his party, their eyes fixed.

Inside the Divine Sword Sect, Situ Liuyun led a group of elders who were already in front of the Shengwu Hall. When they saw Liu Zongyuan coming, they all showed displeasure in their eyes.

"Liu Ruoxi loves Su Yi so much, how could she agree to be the Holy One!" A woman with an orange veil shivered her delicate body, and the vitality of her men was about to be rushed out.

Situ Liuyun strode towards Liu Zongyuan, and waved his hands in greeting. Standing beside the orange veiled woman, one was Su Kuangge, and the other was Elder Gu Suxin, saying in a low voice.

Gu Suxin was graceful and luxurious, with her long black hair held high behind her head, she was graceful and noble, her brows were slightly frowned, and she slapped Mu Yao lightly with her bare hands.

"Today is the Holy Mountain Competition, you just have to watch it!"

Under the orange gauze, the white and flawless Mu Yao's pupils seemed to be oozing with light, she twisted her waist, pouted and said, "Su Yi hasn't got a result yet, why are you in such a hurry to marry Ruoxi! Me! I'm worthless for that little pervert!"

"Aww!"

With a heroic and majestic beast roar, one hundred and eight golden unicorns opened their bloody mouths, and burst out a roar that shook the world.

The huge animal's body was submerged in the misty mist, the beast kept roaring, its limbs kept beating on the ground, and the ferocious sonic boom resounded through the sky.

It is obvious that the entire Shengwu Hall has an extremely terrifying space restriction, and even under such movements, it remains completely motionless.

All the guests, including the Divine Sword Sect, and Mancheng Liu's family all stared brightly. The Holy Mountain Competition is about to begin!

An old man in a golden robe with black patterns walked out first from the Holy Martial Hall, followed by two teams of men and horses, the elders of the Great Sage Son's group and the Five Sacred Sons' group of elders, confronting each other. Give way.

The old man's eyebrows are high, like a mountain sculpture, and two deep wrinkles appear between his brows, giving people a sense of coercion that everyone can't help but look up to. His silver hair moves with the wind, and his stern eyes look around the audience, only listening to the roar of the mountains and the tsunami. sounded.

"Hello Elder Duanmu!"

"Meet Elder Duanmu!"

When everyone saw the old man, they all looked solemn and did not dare to move.

The person who came was the Chief Elder of Shengwu Hall, Duanmu Xiongtu, and he was an authoritative figure in the martial arts guidance of all the disciples of the Holy Mountain.