The Ancient Saint Emperor of the Heaven-shading

Chapter 31: Purgatory is Empty, the Wrath of Ten Thousand Dragons

In the Northern Territory, the resentment of the Holy Spirit arose, and the traces of the Holy Emperor's Dao appeared. It seemed that all things were annihilated, causing all spirits to tremble. This was a pressure that was difficult to resist.

In the past, a Saint Emperor killed the rebellious Holy Spirit here and left the Sound of Dao Mark to resolve its resentment. Now they are all revealed, as if to recreate the great battle of the past.

Wang Hongwu stared at the center of the field, where a golden giant ape appeared, reaching the nine heavens above and stepping on the nine netherworlds below. It let out a roar that resounded throughout the world, suppressing the nine heavens and ten earths.

"What a strong fighting spirit, condensed and indestructible. Even if he failed to transform into a war immortal, he probably left behind an indestructible fighting spirit. It is most likely sealed in the ancestral land or weapons. It's a pity that we can't see it." Duan De's eyes flickered, and his expression was very subtle when he looked at the Holy Ape.

On the Flower-Fruit Mountain, the old holy ape and the holy prince looked at each other from afar with sadness on their faces. After all, a generation of emperors passed away, and the traces he left in the world appeared less and less.

The Emperor of Heaven has become nothing, the Emperor of Gods is vague, the Saint Emperor has passed away, and the emperors who have left the deepest impression on all races are like this. Is there really immortality in this world?
"The Holy Emperor's Dao Mark was born to suppress the Holy Spirit. It will not disappear until this resentment is completely resolved." The Ancestral King who arrived at the Golden Cave was horrified. How could this be possible?

He felt a headache because he had just done something against the tribe and was worried about retaliation.

"The old Saint Emperor who passed away, why did he appear again!" "Should we go to pay homage? There will never be another emperor in this world!"

Some important figures were watching from afar. When they saw this scene, they were trembling with fear and almost fell to their knees. The majestic figure made them terrified.

"The Holy Emperor, it really is him. After all these years, I finally see the emperor's face again."

Some people had met the Holy Emperor of Fighting and had seen his true appearance with their own eyes. Now they were all stunned when they saw the towering golden figure reappear under Purgatory.

There are too many legends about the Fighting Saint Emperor. He has never been defeated in his life. When he was young, he competed with Di Que on the road to enlightenment. Later, he wanted to become a fighting immortal. His power was comparable to that of nature. His divine power shocked the past and present. No one could disobey him and no one could not be afraid of him.

He shocked the world with his fighting and was proud of the past and present with his war, so he was called the Holy Emperor of Fighting.

"That rude monkey, disrespectful to heaven and earth, will not rest in peace even after his death."

At the same time, in one of the forbidden areas of life, the ancient Taichu Mine, which is famous throughout the ages, a pair of eyes penetrated the endless void and looked into the depths of purgatory with a hint of indifference.

At this moment, a mysterious aura appeared in the entire Northern Territory, but it quickly disappeared.

"Did you sense anything just now? Why did I feel like there was a pair of eyes looking out from that endless distance, seemingly coming from the direction of the Taichu Ancient Mine?"

"Hush! It's indescribable. There's a great terror there." "I was indeed in a trance for a moment, but it quickly disappeared."

People were puzzled. How could the appearance of the Holy Emperor's Dao Mark cause changes in the Taichu Ancient Mine?

Could it be that something happened between the two?
"The Holy Emperor of Fighting, he punched the Emperor's Dojo, broke into the restricted area to take the sacred object, was disrespectful to heaven and earth, and offended the existence of the Taichu Ancient Mine."

In the end, it was an old ancestor king of Shencan Ridge who spoke up and revealed the secret.

"No wonder the lineage of the Fighting Saint Ape was in the Eastern Wilderness, but they suddenly went to the Immortal Palace after the Holy Emperor passed away. I'm afraid it was to take temporary refuge." The ancestor king of the Silver Blood Clan suddenly realized that this lineage had been living in the Eastern Wilderness before, but their territory covered Zhongzhou and they rarely left.

"Little dragon, I suspect this gourd of yours was left by the Celestial Lord in the mythological era. It's probably closely related to the Holy Spirit. Be careful. The ancient emperor's ancestral star that suppressed this purgatory might still exist, and people there may come looking for this gourd." Looking at the field, Duan De blurted out a sentence for no reason.

This weapon participated in the war between gods and was destroyed. It can be said that it was involved in the turmoil of the past. Maybe it will be settled by others in the end.

"When the enemy comes, we will fight with the army; when the water comes, we will block it with earth. Now is the time to improve your strength. It is meaningless to think about those trivial things." Wang Hongwu shook his head and didn't care about so many things. He was ready to find a place to overcome the tribulation again and raise his realm first. As long as his strength and future are strong enough, potential enemies can also become close investment allies.

And within the Youying clan, in a dusty secret room, a withered and stiff body suddenly moved due to the reappearance of the Dao mark of the Fighting Saint Emperor.

"He was a tall, gray-haired man with an unshaven beard and long eyebrows that fell to the ground along with his hair. He exuded a sense of decadence and confusion.

Outside the secret room, another being spoke up, "Uncle Dique, did you see that? The monkey's traces have reappeared, yet you remain stagnant. How can you achieve a breakthrough?"

"I've already lost, what else is there to say?" A low voice came from the secret room, with a hint of desolation and melancholy, as if the person had no interest in anything.

He is not competitive and has no desire for revenge. He is like an old man waiting to die silently.

"Uncle, why don't you understand? If you don't break the conventional truth and don't step out of your own world, you will not be able to achieve enlightenment even if you have the best talent in ancient and modern times." The creature outside the secret room was very persistent and insisted on bringing him out, and kept giving him advice.

However, the people in the room didn't care at all, and even warned him as if they saw through his plan, "Kun Zhou, my nephew, your ambition is too great. Stop it. If you continue like this, it will ruin our clan."

"Uncle Dique, to break free from the shackles of life, you must do things that you don't want to do or can't do on a normal day. Your talent is no less than that of the Holy Emperor. You have long understood this truth, but you just couldn't make up your mind.

This time, let me, your nephew, help you!"

Kun Zhou's eyes suddenly turned cold, a flash of light appeared at his fingertips, and something was floating inside. He slowly pushed open the door of the secret room.

In purgatory, the resentment of the Holy Spirit turned into substance. A pitch-black stone man with nine orifices fell from the sky. The surging pressure made all living beings in the field unable to move. If it were not for the protection of the power spreading from the Holy Emperor's Dao Mark, they would have died in the first moment.

"Fighting Saint Emperor, you cut off my way to heaven and destroyed my body. This hatred must be avenged. I curse your lineage with the body of the Holy Spirit, and it will suffer a great disaster!" The dark stone man roared, which was just a combination of resentment and the yin energy of the ancient battlefield. He had no reason or thinking, and only knew revenge. He directly attacked the habitat of the Fighting Royal Family, grabbed the stars in the sky, and melted them into a finger.

Rumble! A giant star-shaped finger suddenly appeared in the sky above Huaguo Mountain. Its thick knuckles were condensed from giant stars, and its brilliant fingerprints were composed of burning and flowing starlight. Its palm continuously erupted with shock waves from the burning and exploding galaxy. For a moment, a magnificent shadow obscured the sky of Zhongzhou, appearing terrifying.

"What happened? Someone attacked the Douzhan Royal Family?" "The stars formed a palm, is this going to shatter Zhongzhou with one finger?"

Many creatures were horrified. This attack was so terrible that it was like a disaster from outer space sweeping over them.

And in Purgatory, Dao Hen of the Fighting Saint Emperor also uttered a voice, "Nine orifices are spiritual, and it took millions of years of gestation to truly take shape. Those who have reached this stage are all favored by heaven.

However, if I leave you here, you will bring disaster to the world. You have no heart of benevolence, no conduct of a king, so I will strike you down. If the heavens hold grudges against me, I will melt them all; if the earth holds hatred for me, I will crush them with my feet. If you linger for a thousand lifetimes, I will slay you a thousand times, until all eternity is gone!"

The golden giant ape made a majestic move, and a huge word "war" appeared out of nowhere, smashing the giant finger of stars above Zhongzhou into powder. It also descended from the sky with a huge imperial force, forming the shape of a giant golden hoop and smashing down.

Killing holy spirits for thousands of generations!
At the end of the world, everyone who saw this scene gasped in shock. Although this was not the real old Saint Emperor, his power and dominance in the past were evident.

You must know that if you kill someone with great fortune from heaven, endless disasters will befall you, you will suffer punishment from heaven, and you will surely die. Each holy spirit is formed after a long period of evolution, and it can be said that they have gathered the great fortune from heaven. Killing them will bring endless disasters.

And how tyrannical was the Holy Emperor of Fighting? With his own strength, he dispelled the calamities of heaven, smelted the heavens, and suppressed the myriad laws of the universe. Killing was killing, and there would be no consequences or costs.

Bang! The golden club pierced through the earth, sending the dark stone figure flying. The club then continued to extend, stabbing it directly into the endless and distant starry sky. Countless meteorites were smashed to pieces along the way, and desolate stars were broken apart and shattered into pieces. A brilliant golden mark was streaked across the vast and dark starry sky.

People were stunned, watching helplessly as the resentment of the Holy Spirit was struck into the starry sky, burning fiercely in the golden holy fire, and being annihilated inch by inch. The so-called curse was also shattered by the Holy Ape's punch and could not be interfered with at all.

Kill with one stick, turn into ashes with one punch.

Domineering and fierce, this is the most intuitive feeling. Even the most arrogant Eight Gods, the hostile Golden Cave and Youying Clan did not dare to say anything and lowered their heads silently.

"This era is already in chaos. Whether the future will be interrupted or continued depends on those who enter reincarnation again. In this life, too much has changed..."

Glancing in the direction of the Flower-Fruit Mountain, Saint Emperor Daohen murmured in a low voice that he had foreseen many things when he was a war immortal in his previous life. His gaze fell imperceptibly on Wang Hongwu and Duan De, then he closed his eyes, and his entire body turned into golden light and dissipated.

This mark existed only for the resentment of the Holy Spirit, born and dead together. Crack.

As the resentment of the Holy Spirit dissipated, the huge stone man's body in the distance also collapsed like sand, and smoke rose up, revealing another towering palace that was pressed down by his body.

"Look! There's a palace over there!" "I know, it's the fragments of the palace that fell when the heaven collapsed!"

"It's a pity that it's just a palace. The South Heaven Gate has fallen into the ruins of the gods. It would be great if there were more here."

Many people were watching here. Without the suppression of the two terrifying existences, their thoughts and greed naturally surfaced, and they all had their own ideas.

Beneath the palace, a pool of water shimmered with brilliance, attracting the attention of many Ancestral Kings. "Divine Source Treasure Liquid? This place is a self-proclaimed holy land. Could it be that the Holy Spirit is seeking the legendary source of immortality here?"

Hearing this, Wang Hongwu also thought a lot. This thing will gradually become extinct in the last years of the ancient times. After the last batch is formed, it will never take shape again. Because of the subsequent impact of the Fighting Saint Emperor's failure to transform into a fighting immortal, some drastic changes have taken place in the world, and the prosperous ancient race has declined.

In this situation, the only way is to enter a remote place where the divine source of treasure liquid can be formed, and seal oneself so that one can fall into a deep sleep, wait for the opportunity to rise again, and avoid the calamity of decline; of course, it is impossible to have so much divine source of treasure liquid available, and only a few royal families and their most trusted subordinate tribes can have such an opportunity.

Otherwise, in the ancient times of later generations, in the vast land and endless wilderness, there would not be only a few places with ancient biological remains. The strong would prey on the weak, and the rest would return to the ancient times and turn into loess.

Even without self-proclaimed titles, these things are priceless, even better than ordinary divine sources, and everyone will be excited when they see them.

"My tribe really needs this." "Why are you so anxious? You're not the only one in the tribe!"

"We haven't said anything yet, is it your turn to fight for it?" "It depends on your ability."

In just a moment, this treasure land of divine source liquid triggered a fight. Several figures were as fast as lightning and almost entangled with each other. Their magic power was overwhelming and murderous aura was everywhere. They were inseparable and fought for their lives.

The remaining creatures did not stop and all rushed towards the palace.

Although they all knew that Big Head's treasures must have been taken away and consumed by the Holy Spirit, or even turned to ashes in past wars, the remaining things were enough for them to make a profit.

Wang Hongwu and Duan De naturally would not miss it, and rushed in first. The entire heavenly palace was very magnificent, with a special power flowing, looming. It did not look like an ancient palace for one person, but seemed to accommodate all living beings.

"Strange, the entire Heavenly Palace was blessed by the power of faith. How many creatures were worshipping there back then?"

Duan Deqing was amazed. He caught the remnants of faith and willpower here. The feeling was very real. This palace was not deserted at all. It seemed that there were gods praying and chanting scriptures here one after another.

Hearing this, many people present had a strange feeling. This place seemed very mysterious. The magnificent palace, taller than the mountains, stood here, suppressing the universe for eternity.

Emperor! Emperor! Emperor!
In a trance, the melodious sound of worship reappeared across the ages, all spirits coexisted, all filled with awe, all living beings were offering sacrifices to the gods, the scene was grand, it made people feel incredible, shook the soul, and made people uncontrollably, wanting to kneel down and kowtow in worship.

This was an extremely spectacular scene. All living beings were worshipping and respecting a supreme god. Various divine sounds were heard, rumbling and deafening.

"They are all re-enactments of the splendor of the past. Unfortunately, the ancient Heavenly Palace has long since collapsed. Only the Emperor's Eight Dynasties still survive."

At this time, a cold voice appeared. It came from the descendants of the Eight Gods. He was a true ancestor king with great strength.

"The Kunlun Ancestral King of the Kuntian Tribe, it turns out to be him. This is going to be fun. He is Kunquan's biological grandfather, and his grandson was killed by Dongfang Taiyi. This grudge is not small."

"The Eight Divine Descendants and the Ten Thousand Dragon Nest are both enormous creatures. If the Ancestral King takes action, it might disrupt the balance, right?"

"Balance bullshit, that's just something they told us. The eight clans are competing to see who has the bigger fist. It all depends on whether the Ten Thousand Dragon Nest can achieve that next. The eight clans have always been arrogant."

Seeing the arrival of this ancestor king, the creatures around him began to whisper and couldn't help but look at Wang Hongwu. After beating the younger one, the older one came. This is also a classic tradition, but this time both sides have backers.

Duan De shook his head upon seeing this. "Little Dragon, you're in big trouble. This formation of mine can't do anything to this old fellow. If you need to run, then run. If you need to admit defeat, then admit defeat. Let's retreat."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Kunlun Ancestral King looked over, with his hands behind his back and his head held high. He had a pair of phoenix wings, bright yellow hair, and was wearing silver armor. He had an arrogance that looked down on all living things, which was exactly what the word "saint" meant.

"You killed him in a fair fight. I don't blame you, nor will I take your life. I will only capture you and bring you back to the clan for trial. Our ancestors were the founders of the Divine Dynasty and one of the founders of the Age of Ten Thousand Races. They were born nobles, worshipped by all races, and we signed a true alliance.

Those who hurt others have to pay the price. The blood of nobles cannot be shed in vain. This saint will only capture you according to the laws of the past when all races worshipped the Immortal Divine Dynasty. I will seal your cultivation and guard the mountain gate. You must repent for three years. Are you convinced?"

The cold voice echoed, declaring the will of the saint. It was very domineering, making many people silent and feel a sense of pressure.

How can this be good?

All the creatures present were worried about Wang Hongwu. He was a true ancestor king, the foundation of the royal family. If he was mad and shed blood, it would be impossible to resist him at the moment, and there was no possibility of his survival.

They would be captured and taken back to guard the mountain gate at any time, which was much more humiliating than killing people. Some ancestral kings frowned immediately, vaguely realizing that something was wrong. What did the eight descendants of gods seem to be planning?
Duan De also tugged at Wang Hongwu's sleeve, signaling him to prepare to escape. However, as he was speaking, the holy power of King Kunlun had silently blocked the surroundings, leaving him no chance.

Wang Hongwu frowned and said coldly, "What does this have to do with me? My ancestors never paid homage to the Divine Dynasty, and the Ten Thousand Dragon Nest never had any alliance with you. Why are you trying to get involved with this nonsense? Are you using the sword of the previous dynasty to kill the officials of this dynasty?"

When these words were spoken, all living creatures were stunned. How dare he be so tough even in front of the Ancestral King?
"How dare you! How dare you offend the Ancestral King, Dongfang Taiyi? Your crime is even more serious!"

"Please ask the Ancestor King to watch while we suppress him!"

In an instant, the eight tribes standing behind King Kunlun could no longer hold back and started roaring, wishing they could chew Wang Hongwu into pieces and swallow him.

"I gave you a chance, but you didn't cherish it. Do you want me to kill you with my own hands?" The eyes of the Kunlun Ancestor King were cold. He stood in the sky, looking down at them.
Without any more words, he pointed his finger and directly released the blood-red holy power. This terrifying pressure shook the sky to collapse, and meteorites from outside the domain exploded one after another, as brilliant and fleeting as fireworks.

Facing the attack from the Ancestral King, everyone felt suffocated. They had neither the thought nor the ability to resist. They were all shaky and almost crawling on the ground.

boom!
At this moment, a dragon-shaped purple light descended from the sky, directly and steadily blocking the holy power released by the eight ancestral kings. It even made a domineering move, and with a swing of its tail, it blasted the eight tribesmen who were talking nonsense around it into ashes.

They were not powerful ones, but kings of the way of killing. There were even great kings among them. They could be said to be a backbone force, but they were destroyed in retaliation.

"Why, so impressive! Do we still need you to teach our people in the Ten Thousand Dragon Nest a lesson?"

The purple light transformed into a personage, and it was the Emperor Qiankang who arrived. He was calm and composed, wearing dragon robes and a purple gold crown on his head. He strode in the air, looking majestic without being angry, and stood directly in front of Wang Hongwu to protect him.

"Qiankang...what do you mean?" The ancestor of Kunlun narrowed his eyes, his expression gradually becoming gloomy, but he saw the ancestor of Qiankang sneer "What do you mean?
You, the descendants of the Eight Tribes, are the only ones who protect your own shortcomings? I, the Ten Thousand Dragon Nest, am even more protective!

If you dare to touch him today, the Ten Thousand Dragon Bells will instantly strike into the Kuntian tribe's territory!"

If there is any disagreement, the emperor's soldiers will be used to intimidate them.

This is the confidence of the royal family.

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