Chapter 1491: Retreat
In the palace, Qin Xuan sat cross-legged quietly.
In his eyes, there seemed to be the evolution of avenues, and the inexhaustible avenues in his pupils were continuously drawn and interwoven.
It has been a whole year since he entered this palace.
As time passed, Qin Xuan lost all mystery in his eyes.
Qin Xuan stood in this hall as his clothes fell.
"The high-grade Taoism is indeed difficult to condense. It only condenses more than 700 high-grade Taoism a year." Qin Xuan said to himself, he shook his head slightly, condensing the Taoism, it takes time, everything is high-grade, it seems terrifying, beyond all beings, but The difficulty is beyond imagination.
Looking at the universe, Qin Changqing is the only one who can do this.
He raised his hand slightly, a cup appeared in his hand, and the Shenyuan Wine swayed gently along the entrance of Qin Xuan's thin lips.
Qin Xuan walked to the main seat above the hall and rested quietly for a period of time. When the divine spirit was exhausted, he began to retreat and condense the way again.
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In the Demon Blood Continent, a few years have passed, and it has been ever-changing.
Many empires in the Demon Blood Continent have already begun alliances, and even begun to gather the living beings in one place to form a palace and order the demon blood sentient beings.
In the south, the night demon swallowed more than 800 million creatures, killed more than a dozen ancient gods and true gods, entered the Mahayana, and frightened the monster blood continent.
The lion empire, the order of the two emperors of Xiwa, bloomed in the demon blood continent, and even true god-level powerhouses took refuge.
Even, the legendary ghost city reappeared, and someone seemed to see the shadow of a green bull with broken horns rushing into it.
The ice **** clan, there is a white dragon roaring, fought with the saint, and finally turned the fighting into a jade silk.
Under the eighty-one great stele, a giant ape wanders everywhere, feeling the heritage of the stele.
In one year, these creatures that have entered the ancient emperor realm from the realm of comprehension seem to have been silent.
They have found their own chances and are making a breakthrough.
More Demon Kings also began to devour creatures, and nearly half of the creatures in the entire Demon Blood Continent lost almost half of them. The ancient gods in the Demon Blood Continent were furious, but they were helpless.
Even more forbidden creatures began to appear frequently. A true **** once saw that in the swamp of death, a black giant crocodile slowly emerged from the swamp.
On the periphery of the forbidden area for burial of demons, the shadow of the troll **** began to appear frequently, and the earth trembled day and night, and the dull sound continued.
In the Demon Sea of Death, the sea of anger is often tumbling, and it is hard to have such a vision in the past millions of years.
The tranquility of the whole Demon Blood Continent seemed to be the tranquility before the storm.
As for the Night Leopard Empire, it gradually gained fame in the Demon Blood Continent.
People continue to come not far away from millions of miles, tens of thousands of miles, and travel long distances just to survive the night.
The name of the demon master even shakes the demon blood continent, so that those demon kings, ancient gods, and true gods are all heard.
In just a few years, the Night Leopard Empire has gathered nearly 800 million creatures, and it is constantly increasing.
In the Yebao Emperor's Palace, Ju Tian frowned slightly looking at the invitation in his hand.
Han Ye on the side had a touch of indifference in his eyes, looking at a true elephant face in front of the imperial palace.
"Zhenshan, is this the meaning of the white prisoner ancient god?" Han Ye said coldly, his eyes getting colder.
The Elephant Face True God looked a little arrogant and looked at Han Ye faintly, "Han Ye, this is a joint name of thirty-six ancient gods, but not one of the ancient gods of the White Prisoners. The ancient gods of the White Prisoners are only temporarily the lord of this temple. That's it!"
"If the outer demon gods wantonly slaughter today, how can I wait for the strong monster blood to resist it!?"
Jutian slowly closed the invitation, and said lightly: "But I, Night Leopard, can protect myself without participating in the alliance! What's more, the White Prisoner wants to let the palace fall into the Night Leopard Empire, which is extremely ridiculous! "
"These ten cities, fertile fields, fertile soil, and clear lakes are none of my giant sky, but the demon lord's!"
Zhenshan's expression changed slightly, and a cold flash in his eyes, "Jutian Ancient God, you and the White Prison Ancient God are friends, not to mention, the thirty-six great ancient gods joint request, is it possible for the Giant Heaven Ancient God to refuse? "
"What about the thirty-six ancient gods? When my night leopard is in crisis, which ancient **** can come here to save?"
Han Ye sarcastically said from the side: "The demon lord saves me the night leopard, the demon lord kills the demon gods outside the sky, the demon lord, casts cities for my monster blood creatures, and opens the lake for my monster blood creatures... The thirty-six ancient gods now only speak a few words Want to take it away!?"
"Zhenshan, are you scolding me and the Giant Ancestor for being stupid, or threatening me and the Giant Ancestor!?"
A touch of anger appeared in Zhenshan's eyes, and he shouted: "Cold Ye, I am all monster blood creatures. Now that the monster blood is at stake, how can we evaluate it with the word seizure? The gods in the temple are all monster blood continents!"
"Now that there are 800 million living creatures around the Yebao Emperor Capital, and it is suitable for living, why shouldn't the shrine want to be here?"
"What do you mean when you say this now? I am waiting for the demon blood, you cold night, is it possible that you are selfish to occupy this place, gather 800 million people, grind into an army, and wait for the future to sweep the demon blood continent?"
Zhenshan glared at the cold night, as if the cold night was like a wicked person.
"Funny!" Han Ye couldn't help laughing. "Snatching is robbing, robbing is robbing. Not to mention that the cities, fields, lakes, and forests here are not the things of my night leopard, but I also cold night. I won’t let the shrine take over!"
"When you are in danger, you don't pay attention to it, when you are prosperous, you want to take it directly. Are all the people in the temple really idiots?"
"What are you talking about!?" Zhenshan couldn't help roaring, and took a faint step forward, the entire imperial palace was trembling.
"If you want to do it, I will accompany you. You are no more than the true **** of shaking the mountain. I really think I am afraid of Hanye?" Han Ye never showed weakness, and stepped forward. The two true gods are almost drawn.
"Cold Ye!" Suddenly, Jutian slowly said, he put the invitation on the table to the side and stood up slowly.
Han Ye frowned slightly, but in the end he gave a cold snort and stopped speaking.
"Jutian ancient gods, Han Ye is too presumptuous. The temple now collects all the ancient gods and true gods in the Monster Blood Continent. He should be so slanderous." Zhenshan Urn said, also a little restrained.
"Although Han Ye has a bad tone, his words are good!"
"None of this is my Yebao's, and even, I, Yebao, is nothing but Cheng Enze." Jutian said lightly, "You cannot be the master of the temple, and I cannot be the master."
Zhenshan's face finally changed, and Jutian's words were different from Han Ye.
Jutian is an ancient god, and the true master of Ye Leopard today. No matter how fierce Han Ye shouts, as long as Jutian agrees, Han Ye dare not say anything.
"Giant Heaven and Ancient God, you have to think about it. Now that the monster blood is at stake, Ye Leopard's move is tantamount to apostasy."
"I have decided!" Jutian waved his hand, unwilling to talk to Zhenshan.
"Jutian, that demon lord is also the demon **** outside the sky, you really want to be the demon **** outside the sky, betraying my demon blood..."
Before the words fell, Jutian's eyes finally changed.
boom!
With a roar, half of the imperial palace was shattered. Soon, a figure flew out of it, severely hurting and spurting blood.
Zhenshan looked at Jutian incredibly, only to see the chill in Jutian's eyes.
"A trivial mess, dare to insult the demon master!?"
"roll!"
"If you dare to speak harshly, today, the ancient **** will kill you and give the demon master wine!"
The sound resounded above the imperial palace,
Heard of ten cities!
