Chapter 6810 Skyscraper Mountain
Two years later.
To the south of the Tianhuang Holy State, outside the forces of the Ten Thousand Calamities Killing Sect, there is a wasteland.
The wilderness is vast, covering a million miles in circumference, with snowflakes falling all year round. Snow peaks stand tall in the territory, covered with white snow, and everywhere is covered in silver.
I saw flying boats, chariots, and warships flying into the wasteland from all over the Tianhuang Holy State, aiming at a towering snow-capped mountain that reached into the sky.
This snow-capped mountain is the place for the competition between the human race and the ancient races, Motian Mountain.
I saw hundreds of chariots, pavilions, and palaces suspended on the outside of the Ferris Mountain, coming from the major holy places of the human race.
Suspended in a large pavilion in the center, Holy Lord Thunder Sky, Holy Lord All-Calamity and Holy Light Leader are sitting at the top. Below and to the right are the Supreme Elders such as Holy God Guanglei, Holy Fenggu Spear Saint and Holy God Mingkong. Below and on the left are a group of disciples, including the Thunder Sage of Tyrant Sword, the Nine Sun Spear Saint, and the Son of Thunder Tribulation.
In addition, the giants, dwarves, and tree people chiefs also came, and they all said to the three holy masters of Thunder Sky: "Three Taoist brothers, the hundreds of tribes in ancient times were arrogant and domineering, and our tribes are willing to advance and retreat together with the human race."
"We dare not forget the benevolence and righteousness of the clan leaders." Holy Lord Lei Tian and the other three said solemnly.
"By the way, brother Lei Tian, I wonder when Master Tianjian will arrive?" the giant leader asked carelessly.
"Don't worry, Giant Clan Leader, Master Tianjian has promised to come, and he will definitely arrive as scheduled." Holy Lord Lei Tian replied.
"Young Master Tianjian is unparalleled in his benevolence and righteousness. Since he said it, he will definitely come." Hearing this, the giant clan leader smiled, and the dwarf clan leader and others also nodded.
Just when they were talking about Lin Chen, on the west side of the Motian Mountain, thousands of miles away in the void, stood a group of people, leading
The one on the head is clearly Motian Ming.
Wu Mo, who was standing next to him, asked in a low voice: "Young Patriarch, the Holy Lords and Headmasters of the major holy places of the human race, as well as the patriarchs of each tribe have arrived. Shall we go there?"
"What were you doing in the past? The purpose of my trip was, firstly, to help my second brother escape, and secondly, to have another battle with the Sword Saint of that day. As for their battle with hundreds of ancient tribes, let's see first before talking about it." Motian Ming said with a smile.
"What the young patriarch said is absolutely true." Wu Mo nodded.
"Huh?" Motian Ming suddenly noticed something. He cast his eyes to the front left and said in an unexpected tone: "It turns out to be the thong-armed ape, and it actually came to join in the fun."
I saw a vague monkey figure deep in the void in front of me, scratching its ears and head, eating something in its mouth, but its appearance could not be clearly seen.
Wumo, Wuashian, his daughter, and others were surprised when they heard this, and they all looked at it and asked: "Tongbiman monkey? Is it the ancient divine monkey that manifested from Tongyu Mountain?"
"It is one of the four great monkeys. In ancient times, it was the dragon that saw its head but never its tail. Even if the demons invaded, it would rarely take action."
Motian Ming said sternly: "I don't know when it fell into the hands of the Demon Clan, and it was banned and turned into Tongyuan Mountain. Not long after the world recovered, it escaped from the trap on its own, but I benefited from the clan leader. Your help shows that I am not as good as it. Patriarch, please remember not to provoke it. "
"Yes." Wu Mo and others nodded. Although they couldn't see clearly the appearance of the thong-armed ape, they could sense a terrifying aura mentally and thought they were no match.
Motian Ming suddenly focused his eyes, turned his head and looked behind him, and said: "The hundreds of ancient tribes are coming."
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Mo and others turned around and looked around, only to see that there was nothing behind them. Just as they were wondering, they suddenly heard a low roar.
At the same time, the Lord of All Calamities and the Lord of Holy Light in the pavilion suddenly stood up and looked outside and said: "Brothers and clan leaders, there are hundreds of clans in ancient times."
They have survived the seventh holy tribulation, and their spiritual power is stronger than that of Holy Lord Thunder Sky and the Giant Patriarch, so they can sense movements from farther away.
Holy Lord Lei Tian and others had no doubts, and followed Holy Lord Wanjie out of the pavilion one after another, suspended in mid-air, and looked out with solemn expressions.
The low roar, from far to near, from small to loud, was deafening, like thunder sweeping across the sky.
Within a few breaths, I saw more than a dozen bright divine lights flying towards me. They were only the size of grains of rice at first, and gradually grew from small to large. They were ancient chariots.
No, parallel to each chariot, there is also a nine-headed dragon, emitting icy cold flames, freezing the snowflakes falling from the sky into ice particles.
On the back of the nine-headed cold dragon, stood a fierce and majestic figure, which was Wu Qi.
He drove the nine-headed cold dragon, and stood out among the chariots. He instantly attracted the attention of all races, and shocked comments spread everywhere.
"Am I right? Isn't that the ancient divine beast Nine-Headed Cold Jiao? It was subdued by the young leader of the Lich Clan, Wu Qi?"
"How is it possible? The nine-headed cold dragon is in the realm of the Six Tribulations Holy God. Its strength is very terrifying, and its wisdom is no different from ordinary people. Many of the older generations of Six Tribulations Holy Gods failed to subjugate it. How did Wu Qi do it? Did it?”
"Yes, that Wu Qi is the Holy God of Five Tribulations. Although he defeated Geng Tian
Thunder Saint is definitely not as good as the Nine-Headed Cold Jiao. In my opinion, it must have been the Ghost Clan Leader and other Seven Tribulations Saints who helped him surrender. "
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"What an arrogant guy."
Wu Ah Sha's eyes were cold and he didn't like Wu Qi.
"Using a nine-headed cold dragon as a mount is something that even many Nine Tribulations Holy Gods could not do in ancient times. This Wu Qi is very lucky. Even if he did not surrender with his own hands, he still has the capital to be arrogant." Motian Ming calmly said said.
"But in my eyes, he is not as good as you, the young patriarch."
Wua looked at him with admiration on her face, her pretty cheeks a bit shy.
"Most of these geniuses from hundreds of ancient tribes are arrogant and have no ideas. We will just sit back and watch for the time being, without paying any attention to them." Mo Tianming said indifferently.
A trace of disappointment flashed in Wu'ashian's eyes, and his father Wu Mo noticed it, and it was inconvenient to say it clearly, so he mentally transmitted the message: "Asha, the days are long, don't fall in love at first sight, and love will last for a long time."
"Thank you father."
Wu Asha nodded secretly. Heroes love beauties, and beauties also love heroes. In her heart, Mo Tianming is the great hero of the Shura tribe.
At this time, chariots driven by hundreds of ancient tribes drove outside the Motian Mountain.
One of the largest chariots drove out, with eight Seven Tribulations Holy Gods on it, sitting around a round table. The leaders were the Ghost Clan Chief, the Mephit Clan Chief and the Ant Clan Chief.
"Walk."
The ghost clan leader said something and stood up and walked out first. He was of medium build, neither fat nor thin. He was wearing a black robe embroidered with Netherworld runes. He exuded a cold aura, as if he had walked out of hell.
"Are these people the top saints in today's Desolate Holy State? I didn't expect that they would all come together.
The two Seven Tribulations Holy Gods are really too weak. "
The leader of the Mephit Clan looked at the Holy Light Cult Leader and others, a trace of disappointment flashed in his eyes, and his fat face showed disdain and disdain, saying: "It is a complete waste of time for so many of us to come here."
