The blood of the ground, fluttering and falling.\\

All the nations were shocked.

Above the palace of the Emperor of Wei, Emperor Wei's expression was extremely solemn, staring at the endless sky, and there was a faint uneasiness in his heart.

Suddenly, Emperor Wei's face changed drastically, and his eyes showed a look of astonishment, "Marquis Xinling, this rain contains his breath ......!"

The civil and military officials of the Wei State came after hearing the news.

"My emperor!" Standing in the rain of blood, the civil and military officials said in unison.

"Wei Wuji has fallen, how is this possible!" Emperor Wei's gaze changed, staring at the blood rain in front of him.

Guarding hell for thousands of years, there has never been a turmoil, and it has fallen silently.

At this moment, Emperor Wei seemed to be dozens of years old, and his face was extremely bitter.

In the Yaogang Continent, there is an extremely popular saying that seven or eight out of ten strong people come from the Wei State.

However, Wei could not retain many strong people, and these strong men left Wei one after another, the most famous of which were Wu Qi, Shang Ying, Sun Bin, Le Yi, Zhang Yi, Fan Sui, Wei Yizi and others.

These are all world-famous strong people, and if they are supported by these strong people, Wei will inevitably be the first power in Yaogang.

The strong are gone, and there are only a handful of strong people in Wei, only Wei Wuji, the Marquis of Xinling, and Pang Juan, the general of the empire, are supporting.

And now, the Marquis of Xinling has fallen, and Emperor Wei has undoubtedly lost his right-hand man.

"Check, we must find out about this matter, who killed the Marquis of Xinling, and this emperor wants to punish his nine clans!"

Walking barefoot into the palace, the roar of Emperor Wei soared into the sky.

"My emperor, the Marquis of Xinling suppressed hell, and now that the Marquis of Xinling has fallen, I am afraid that hell will change!"

All the civil and military officials walked into the palace, looked at Emperor Wei with a gloomy face, and said cautiously.

"Send tens of millions of troops to suppress hell, this emperor wants to see who dares to challenge the majesty of this emperor!" Emperor Wei said coldly.

"All the elites of the empire are concentrated outside the territory, and the armies of the rest of the countries are used to conquer the Martial God, and for a while, it is difficult to mobilize tens of millions of elite troops!" said a military attache weakly.

Hearing this, Emperor Wei raised his eyebrows angrily, his face became even more gloomy, and said: "Withdraw part of the army, such a big event has happened in the empire, and it is the right thing to consolidate the foundation of the empire!"

"No!" the civil and military officials replied with a bang.

"Change your clothes, swing the general's mansion!" Emperor Wei condescended, looked around at the ministers below, and couldn't help but have a look of disappointment in his eyes, these hundred officials are good in terms of talent and strength.

However, it is only good, compared to those strong people in ancient times, it is far from being comparable.

Emperor Wei sighed in his heart, "Could it be that my Great Wei is really useless?"

............ Zhao State, Pingyuan Province.

Pingyuan Hou walked out of the Sword Pavilion in a green shirt, stopping to look at the blood rain rolling in the sky above, his eyes showing a solemn look.

"The fourth son of Yaogang, Xinling is the leader, and you are also the first to fall!"

Pingyuan Hou sighed slightly, and raised his sword eyebrows slightly, "Where did you fall again?"

A sense of uneasiness shrouded in Pingyuanhou's heart, looking up at the sky above the haze, Pingyuanhou had a trance-like feeling, this premature premature was about to change.

"Pingyuan Hou, Emperor Zhao is invited!" The loud cheer pierced through the sound of the dripping rain and resounded.

Hearing this, the Marquis of Pingyuan flicked his sleeves and walked towards the imperial palace.

............ Yan Guo, Emperor Yan stood with his hands in his hands, looked at this majestic blood rain, and sighed slightly: "First Jing Ke, Zhao Kuo, and then the Marquis of Xinling, there is chaos!"

"Chaos is just a small chaos, and the crusade is urgent!"

"As for that Martial God Chosen Clan, this emperor will one day break his body into ten thousand pieces!"

His eyes were like electricity, and a majestic momentum emerged from Emperor Yan's body, causing the blood rain above the imperial palace to stop one after another.

............ Yaogang, a mysterious place.

The sea of clouds undulated, and the churning clouds and mist roared like the furious waves.

A magnificent sword hall appeared in the sea of clouds, the dragon lingered around the sword hall, and the cranes hissed.

In the sword hall, above the incense burner, the smoke is wafting, and the fairy music is curling.

The six phantoms sat cross-legged and sat on it, their figures no longer real, a little hazy, obviously these figures were not entities, but the body of the Origin.

Among them, there are the existence of Emperor Yan and Emperor Zhao.

In front of the six, there are seven chess games, on which black and white chess pieces crisscross to form a majestic overall situation.

Liujin's eyes converged on the chessboard, and suddenly, as if he realized something, Liujin looked out of the hall.

"Blood, Marquis of Wei Xinling!" Emperor Yan Guo chuckled, holding the piece and falling, the chess piece fell on the westernmost chessboard, only to see a majestic momentum churning up on this chessboard, forming a throne phantom, but this throne phantom dimmed in vain.

At the same time, an extremely eye-catching word appeared on the throne: Wei!

After finishing the game, Emperor Yan looked in the direction corresponding to the chessboard.

A burly, tall, bald man dressed in a black suit.

Sensing the gaze cast by Emperor Yan Guo, the bald man's sword eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and his eyes were like thunder and lightning, which made his heart startle, and his eyes calmly looked at the dim phantom of the throne.

"Wei Zun, the situation in Wei is not good!" Emperor Yan said with a smile.

Hearing this, Emperor Wei's face sank in vain, and when he looked around, a smile appeared in everyone's eyes, "Hmph!"

With a cold sweat, the bald man said coldly: "Just the Martial God Election Clan, I can't help my Wei Kingdom!"

"Wei Zun, don't forget the Emperor's covenant, Qin Zun is a lesson from the past!"

Hearing this, the bald man's sword eyebrows furrowed even deeper, and he said lightly: "The deity knows that in the next hundred years, the deity will guard the emperor's palace!"

Saying this, the bald man looked to the left, and on the left, a man whose whole body was shrouded in black fog could not see his true face at all.

Seeing the bald man looking over, the man nodded slowly, and said in a slightly hoarse voice: "After guarding for more than a hundred years, I finally changed in, and the next hundred years will be handed over to Wei Zun! ”

"Hmph!" the bald man snorted coldly, looking at the chessboard in front of him, and his figure suddenly disappeared.

Seeing this, the other five all smiled.

Emperor Zun of Zhao State, who had been silent, spoke: "Everyone, Wei Zun must abide by the covenant of Emperor Zun, and everyone present must also abide by it!"

"No!" The rest of the four people responded with a bang, and their voices turned into the sound of the earth, resounding in the sword hall, but it did not come out of the hall, and at the same time, the five figures in the hall also disappeared strangely.

Only, the seven chessboards are quietly suspended, and the majestic general trend permeates on them, and these seven general trends correspond to the general trend of the Seven Kingdoms.

............ The blood rain fell one after another, and the magnificent mountains and rivers were like red-dyed ink soil.

The undulating peaks and the upside-down rivers are all blood-red.

The fat fish stood on top of the Ten Thousand Male Peaks, and when he looked down, he was full of bubbling blood, which made him feel terrified.

The fat fish raised his eyes slightly, looked at the graceful figure in the sky, his throat rolled slightly, and muttered to himself: "Grandma, it was actually this girl who killed the Marquis of Xinling!"

Suddenly, the fat fish's heart shook suddenly, and the hairs on his body stood on end, dripping with cold sweat.

A pair of beautiful eyes as bright as stars came, and the fat fish hurriedly lowered his head, not daring to look directly, "It's so scary, this girl is too terrifying!"

The corners of his mouth raised a smile, Chi You was condescending, like a demon god, looking down at the sky, quietly looking at the end of the firmament, which was also where Wei Guo** was, and the chill in his eyes grew: "For so many years, the blood of the Martial God Xuan clan will not be shed in vain." ”

At the same time, in the middle of hell, Ye Chen's eyes were tightly closed, and the scarlet thunder hovering above Ye Chen was hovering in the sky, filled with unyielding will and belief in survival, forming a thunderstorm.

In the midst of this thunderstorm, the scarlet thunder, both thunder and thoughts, fused together fusefully, faintly forming nine huge thunder dragon phantoms, blood red.

Suddenly, Ye Chen opened his eyes and stared at the thunder in front of him, his eyes flashed with a strange look, in the past cognition, the thunder is the most rigid and yang thing in the world, exercising power on behalf of the young, and has the potential to destroy the earth.

And the way of thunder controlled by Ye Chen was the same.

With this path of thunder, Ye Chen also refined the endless thought thunder in the sky, but suffered a huge backlash.

Even, Ye Chen noticed that the way of thunder he had mastered was a little contrary to the thunder idea in front of him.

"The thunder under my control represents destruction, destroying all living beings who violate the rules, but the essence of this thunder thought in front of me has a feeling of the opposite!"

"The opposite feeling, the idea of destruction, isn't it a new life?" staring at the Thunder Dragon Phantom hovering in the sky, Ye Chen muttered softly. (To be continued)

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