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Chapter 162 Suzaku Flame Banner

Suzaku City, the capital of the Dali Dynasty.

With 72 volcanoes as the cornerstone, drawing inspiration from all directions, the city walls soar into the sky, as if no boundaries can be seen, Suzaku City looks down on the whole world like a proud Suzaku.

In the depths of the palace, a scarlet fire sycamore grows bathed in flames, and its lush canopy covers half of the palace.

Footsteps sounded, and a middle-aged man wearing a scarlet Suzaku robe and a golden crown, with a thin figure, a sallow complexion, deep eyes, and two clusters of flames faintly burning came under the red phoenix tree. The majesty of the high position.

Seeing this man, several Li Yanques perched on the sycamore tree cast a glance and paid no further attention.

"Old Ancestor, Wushuang's fire of life has been extinguished, the wild people have broken through Shaoyang County, and the entire county has been reduced to the blood of monsters and ghosts. During this process, a big four-winged chilling cicada made a move."

"Judging from the current situation, that Chilling Cicada King is probably about to break out of its shell."

After bowing and saluting, the middle-aged man spoke softly, and there was a touch of worry that could not be concealed in his words.

Even if he was the emperor of the Dali dynasty and the head of the Zhao family, he would also feel terrified in the face of a ten thousand year old demon king like the Han Cicada King, especially when his ancestor had a problem.

The words came out, but there was no response for a long time, Zao Wou-ki still maintained a respectful posture, without the air of an emperor at all.

It was at this time that a cold hum quietly sounded from nowhere.

"The old cicada was severely injured by me 500 years ago, so that it could only pupate again to heal its wounds and prolong its life. How easy is it for it to break out of its shell now?"

"Even if it breaks out of its shell, how can it dare to take the lead without confirming the status of the old man?"

"Now it is just trying to test it, and the wild people are one of its pawns."

"Since it dares to stretch out its claws, it should be chopped off."

In the end, there was a killing intent in this old voice, which made people feel chilling.

Hum, at this moment, the void twisted, and a palm-sized vermilion flag slowly emerged from it, with a vivid Suzaku embroidered on it.

Seeing this chess piece, Zhao Wuji's expression suddenly changed.

The Vermilion Bird Flame Banner, a middle-grade Taoist artifact, the treasure of protection for Zhao Qianyang, the patriarch of the Zhao family. At the beginning, Zhao Qianyang was able to wipe out evil spirits and lead the Zhao family to open up the Dali Dynasty in this southern wasteland. This Taoist artifact is indispensable.

"This Taoist artifact will be handed over to you for the time being. With your current cultivation base and the assistance of the Sheji Great Formation, you can barely exert its power. Don't let me down."

"Only Xiao Wushuang is a pity."

The old voice slowly faded away, and everything returned to calm.

Compared to Zhao Wuji, who is only one step away from the realm of the Yang God, Zhao Qianyang is more optimistic about Zhao Wushuang who has cultivated into the Flaming Mountain. In Zhao Wushuang, he sees the shadow of his past.

It's a pity that Zhao Wushuang died. It can only be said that the other party seized a good opportunity. Because of his failure to save the thunder tribulation, his soul was injured, and he had no way to make a move. Everything went wrong.

Hearing this, Zhao Wou-ki bowed and held the Suzaku Flame Flag with both hands.

Leaving Zhao Qianyang's retreat place, holding the Suzaku Flame Flag in his hand, a sense of exuberance surged in Zao Wou-ki's heart.

Phew, the demonic energy rises, the faint golden flame permeates the whole body, enters the demonized state, turns into a flame, Zhao Wuji's figure disappears instantly, he understands Zhao Qianyang's meaning.

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Sacrifice to the Tiantai, one of the most important places of the Dali Dynasty, the flames fell, and Zao Wou-ki came here with the Suzaku Flame Flag.

Stepping on the map of mountains, rivers and communities, his mind was connected with the formation of the entire Dali Dynasty, slowly drifting away, at a certain moment, Zhao Wuji "saw" Shaoyang County.

"Since it has been destroyed, let's destroy it more thoroughly."

Looking at Shaoyang County where the evil spirit and ghost spirit were entrenched, Zhao Wuji's face was full of coldness and sternness.

Hum, the evil spirit is boiling, 9000 years of cultivation is undoubtedly revealed, a steady stream of power is poured into the Suzaku Flame Banner by Zao Wou-Ki, and this is not the end yet, the great array of society under the feet is still continuously igniting the Suzaku Flame Banner! Flags provide strength.

Crying, the cries shocked the world, and the sky changed. A sea of ​​red flames appeared in the sky above Suzaku City, attracting the attention of countless people. A flag shaped like a triangle and vermilion in color was floating up and down in it, emitting With a majesty that people dare not look directly at.

"Taoism, Heavenly Fire Burns the World."

His face turned pale slightly, and the killing intent in his eyes became even more intense, Zhao Wou-ki waved the Suzaku flame flag.

The banner is unfurled, the wind and clouds are swirling, and the stars are shaking down.

In the distant Shaoyang County, the pungent smell of blood and rot lingers, and the dark clouds cover the entire sky, and the sky cannot be seen. It is at this time that the bright brilliance pierces the dark clouds, but what it brings is not Hope, but complete destruction, or purification.

"What the hell is that?"

Looking up, looking at the flaming meteors across the sky, the Four-winged Chilling Demon, who was enjoying the blood meal, couldn't help but feel fear in his heart.

"Could it be that the old guy didn't have any problems at all?"

Such a thought popped up in my heart, and I didn't have time to think about it. I flapped my wings and turned into a streamer, and the four-winged Chilling Monster was about to flee.

This kind of power is simply not possessed by the real Yinshen. The person who makes the shot is either the demon king or the Taoist Yangshen.

And at this moment, the flaming meteors finally fell to the ground.

Rumbling, the earth is trembling, hot flames are spreading, destroying all living beings, including humans, monsters, ghosts, and wild people.

Faced with such a man-made natural disaster covering a whole county, even escaping has become a luxury. All they can do is sink in the disaster and pray for the blessing of fate.

At this moment, I feel something in my heart, whether it is the three families and four sects of the Dali Dynasty, or the hidden monster in the depths of the Hundred Thousand Mountains, they all quietly walked out of the secret realm.

And after seeing the great Suzaku flag flying across the sky and the falling stars, they were all silent. Faced with such a mighty force, they were powerless to resist, and it was already very difficult for them to barely protect themselves.

"The Zhao Family..."

A real Yinshen gazed at Suzaku City, let out a helpless sigh, turned and walked into the depths of the secret realm.

"Taoist..."

A big demon was afraid, and quietly hid his traces.

At the same time, in the depths of Shiwan Dashan, a pair of green eyes quietly opened.

"Suzaku Flame Banner? Could it be that the old guy really succeeded in crossing the tribulation? No, it's impossible. If it is really his power, it will be more terrifying than this, and the target will not be just those little monsters."

"Could it be that there is a new Taoist from the Zhao family? No, the possibility is very small. A Taoist from the Yang family will not appear silently."

"Then did you use external force? Do you want to deter foreign enemies? Now I am more and more sure that the old guy failed to survive the thunder tribulation, and he is strong outside."

With a strange smile, a huge white cocoon swayed on a pale golden mountain, and a powerful will emanated from it.

"Hurry up, hurry up, when I break out of the cocoon and achieve the golden body, it will be the time when you bestow the head, old man."

The will returned to silence, resonating with the golden mountain below him, and a peaceful and transcendent aura flowed from the inside of the white cocoon, which was quite different from the demonic ferocity.

(End of this chapter)