The invasion of the abyss begins with the Laughing at the Ming Dynasty

"Boom!"

Black clouds as thick as lead blocks were boundless and came from afar, with howling winds, flying sand and rocks, making it hard to breathe, like a sign of a coming storm.

From west to east, dark clouds covered the sky and gradually spread towards Qingdi City, five thousand miles, three thousand miles...

"It's raining, put away the clothes!"

In Tongfu Inn, Tong Xiangyu, who was in a very good mood, urged Li Dazui, Bai Zhantang and others, fearing that the clothes hanging out to dry in the backyard would get wet in the rain, causing a commotion.

"Oh, sir, something is wrong."

Bai Zhantang, who was at the sixth level of martial arts, frowned and glanced at the black clouds in the distance, a feeling of disgust rising in his heart.

"What's wrong? Are you trying to be lazy?"

Waving the round fan in her hand, Tong Xiangyu looked as if she could see through them. Before she finished speaking, she let out a "roar", a shocking roar that pierced through the clouds and split the rocks, shattering the dark clouds in the sky.

Beams of golden light fell, and a white ape thousands of feet tall came stepping on a demonic cloud, holding a dark iron stick in his hand, with every strand of hair as white as snow.

"Who is coming? Tell me your name!"

The scolding resounded through the sky. Shen Yuanliang, dressed in white, was controlling the 150,000-foot dragon vein of national destiny and stood opposite the white ape.

The white ape's malice was not concealed, and it came with great momentum. In order to prevent the war from breaking out in Qingdi City, Shen Yuanliang rushed forward and intercepted it over the sea.

"People call us brothers the Seven Monsters of Meishan."

On the rough sea, the white ape lowered his head, staring at the "little one" in front of him, and said in a muffled voice: "I am the boss, Yuan Hong, and you are Shen Yuanliang?"

"The Seven Monsters of Meishan?"

Hearing this familiar name, Shen Yuanliang twirled the jade ring in his hand, squinted his eyes, and said, "I, Shen Yuanliang, have nothing to do with the Seven Monsters of Meishan, so why am I here?"

"I am just being asked to do this."

The white ape Yuan Hong scratched his head, not hiding his malice at all, and did not take Shen Yuanliang seriously at all.

That’s right, a Golden Immortal, a Taiyi Golden Immortal at the peak, a weak human, and a demon with powerful bloodline, the two cannot be compared.

"It's him!"

Hearing this, Shen Yuan felt relieved and the sinister face of the Ninth Young Master immediately appeared in his mind.

On the top of Cangshan Mountain, Shen Qianqian, with a pale face, looked at Yuan Hong's unfathomable aura, shook Fairy Qiongxiao's arm, and prayed anxiously: "Master, help me with the pot."

"Certainly!"

Fairy Yunxiao waved her long sleeves, and Shen Qianqian was unable to move. Only her eyeballs rolled around. She wanted to say something, but couldn't.

"How to do how to do?"

Under the jujube tree, Li Wan'er, Huang Rong and others, whose bellies were slightly bulging, were like ants on a hot pan, running around in a panic.

If they were not afraid of disturbing the fetus and causing harm to the child, they would have rushed forward and fought the white ape alone. As for martial ethics, women have no morals, so they don't care.

"Suffer to death!"

Brandishing the heavy iron rod in his hand, Yuan Hong swept through the enemy, ready to smash Shen Yuanliang into two pieces. A terrifying aura pressed in from all directions.

The turbulent sea surface suddenly raised huge waves thousands of feet high, sweeping in like white walls, carrying the impact force of billions of stones.

"People, raise your right hands!"

His loose robe rustled, and feeling the deadly threat coming towards him, Shen Yuanliang clenched his fists, and the deafening sound echoed in the hearts of billions of people.

"This is the voice of His Majesty." "Your Majesty asks us to raise our right hands and borrow our strength. Quick, raise your right hands."

"The enemy is coming. Everyone raise your right hands and fight alongside your majesty."

Hearing this familiar voice, many people were inspired and raised their right hands without hesitation. Spots of mysterious energy flowed out of their bodies and rushed towards Shen Yuanliang.

"boom!"

Boundless power flowed through the eight extraordinary meridians. With the blessing of this power, Shen Yuanliang's aura quickly climbed from Taiyi Golden Immortal to Taiyi Golden Immortal middle stage, late stage, and peak level.

"Is this Yunchao? The fortune of this era?"

With her bright eyes, she looked up at the heaven and down at the underworld. Fairy Bixiao stared at Shen Yuanliang's "great transformation" and muttered to herself.

Throughout the ancient and medieval times, the personal mighty power suppressed the heavens, and the ant-like "mayflies" were never taken seriously by the innate sacred beings. They only regarded them as tools to gain merit.

Now, with the power of billions of "ants", the strength of the Lord of the Immortal Court has been raised to a higher level, which is too incredible.

"The Immortal Court, the Divine Court, the Heavenly Court, hiss."

Thinking of the few words about "Casting the Holy Court", Fairy Qiongxiao's pupils contracted sharply and she took a breath of cold air. Fairy Yunxiao beside her was also feeling uneasy.

In the past, the Great Shang Divine Court had only the name of a Divine Court, and could only borrow the power of the dragon vein and national destiny to protect itself, making the saints wary of it for fear of backlash. Now, the way of destiny has been further improved, and it has become even more terrifying.

If one day someone is able to build a holy court, I am afraid even the saints will have to bow down.

"Black Emperor Water Emperor Fist."

At the same time, Shen Yuanliang made a fist as big as a casserole, and the surging tide gathered into a fist that covered the sky and the sun, crystal clear and shining.

"boom!"

The extreme forces collided with each other, and no one gained the upper hand.

The sky shattered like a broken mirror. Countless space fragments turned from invisible to visible. The silvery-white space fragments fluttered and dissipated in the turbulence of space.

Chaotic air currents rushed over, and the fragments of space were created by fate. Small worlds were quietly born, and the human race, the demon race, and all other races performed joys and sorrows.

The world has changed dramatically, and each distinct civilization is splendid and colorful.

Ten years, a hundred years, a thousand years passed. Above the vast East China Sea, time and space were shattered, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was in chaos, causing unrest in the Dragon Palace of the East China Sea billions of miles away.

"It's like this again. This shows that they don't take our dragon clan seriously."

In the Dragon Palace piled with gems, corals and pearls, the Third Prince of the Dragon King walked back and forth with a frosty face, his fists clenched tightly and turning white.

The four seas were originally the territory of the dragon clan. However, after the Longhan catastrophe, the dragon clan gradually declined and went from bad to worse, to the point that all kinds of gods and immortals wanted whatever they wanted from the dragon clan, and some even ate the dragon clan as food.

As for fighting on all four seas, it is commonplace.

"It's just a fight, let them fight."

The old Dragon King with dragon horns on his head and white hair and beard was lying lazily on the throne, ignoring everything in front of him. He was in a mess!

The ancestor dragon who reshaped the ancient world and turned himself into a dragon vein to suppress the vast earth is about to return. As long as he doesn't attack the Dragon Palace in the East China Sea and massacre dragon descendants, the old Dragon King can tolerate it.

"Humph!"

Shaking his sleeves, the Third Prince of the Dragon King walked out of the palace angrily, trying to pretend that he didn't see anything.

"The word 'forbearance' is like a knife hanging over your head. You still have to endure it."

Looking at the departing Third Prince, the old Dragon King shook his head, then clapped his hands, and the sound of stringed instruments began to play, spreading throughout the Dragon Palace in the East China Sea. (End of this chapter)