Xuanhuan: Unparalleled Prince, Conquer the Heavens!

"Jia Xu, you mobilize the elite 'Dark Guards' to inquire about hidden world forces, and focus on inquiring about the Acacia Sect and the Giant Clan!"

After dealing with the matter of the remaining forces in the literary world, Qin Wudao looked at Jia Xu and ordered solemnly.

He can be sure that Hehuanzong is already the mortal enemy of Daqin Mingchao, the kind that cannot be resolved.

But Da Qin Mingchao knew nothing about this enemy, such as the location of the sect, how many strong men there were, and how many disciples there were.

The enemy is dark and we are bright.

For Da Qin Mingchao, this is undoubtedly very passive.

As for the situation of the Giant Clan, it is very similar to that of the Hehuan Sect, equally mysterious, unknown, and powerful.

Although the causal line between Daqin Mingchao and the Giants is very weak, it cannot be taken lightly, and early preparations are needed.

Therefore, the most urgent task is to inquire about information!

"As ordered!"

Jia Xu stepped out, with a solemn expression, and nodded solemnly.

He is engaged in intelligence, so he naturally knows the importance of intelligence. Without intelligence, Daqin is blind, and he doesn't know how to fight back when he is beaten.

Golden Crow Demon Court.

In the Suspended Emperor Palace.

The high-level demon clan gathered together, and the atmosphere was extremely dignified.

"Demon Emperor, the Saint Clan has declared independence!"

Emperor Peng walked to the center of the hall, his face was tired, and he was no longer as vigorous as before, and reported in a deep voice.

It is no exaggeration to say that this Daoist calamity has dealt a fatal blow to the Yaozu. In addition to the failure of planning for several epochs, there is also the enemy of the Holy Race.

The most important thing is that the Yaozu did not obtain the primordial purple energy.

So as time goes by, the Yaozu will be left far behind by the rest of the forces that have obtained the primordial purple energy.

"It's all because I was too inflated back then!"

On the imperial chair, Di Tian said with a bitter face.

As the first martial artist to break through to the quasi-sacred realm since the Heaven Breaking Era, he was too inflated. After leaving the customs, he ordered the forces of the heavens and the world to surrender.

And the price of expansion is the addition of a terrible enemy.

Added a bad cause.

"Your Majesty the Demon Emperor, let's not be too pessimistic!"

At this time, Bai Ze, who had been sitting on the chair without speaking, showed a sneer: "He, the ancestor of the saint clan, has not broken through to the Taoist saint yet! Moreover, I think this is an opportunity!"

"what chance?"

Di Tian was taken aback and asked.

"Seize the primordial purple energy, the chance to prove the way and become a saint!"

Bai Ze stood up and said, his eyes were cold, his hair was flying, and there was a terrifying power of the stars, which burst out and shot straight into the sky.

As soon as this word comes out.

Di Tian was stunned!
The nine demon kings were stunned!
The lords of the major clans were also stunned!

"Take the primordial purple energy!"

"That's right! Why didn't I think of this method?"

"The Primordial Purple Qi is something that proves the Dao, and it will always exist until it breaks through to the Dao Sage. As long as I kill the ancestor of the Saint Race and seize the Primordial Purple Qi, won't this dead game be alive?"

Ditian muttered to himself, his eyes sparkled, his previous sorrow and depression were swept away, and he was excited.

vitality!

He saw the vitality of the Yaozu!
As long as he captures the primordial purple energy, he has the hope of becoming a saint. By that time, the monster race may not have the opportunity to dominate the world.

"Thank you, Demon Saint, for your guidance!"

Soon, Ditian calmed down, walked down the ninth imperial steps, and bowed to Bai Ze.

There was no hypocrisy in this ceremony.

but from the heart.

Because Bai Ze's words can change the fate of the Yaozu.

"Your Majesty is serious!"

Bai Ze was slightly startled, and hastily stretched out his hand to help Ditian up, then looked at the red karma line on his body, showed a sneer, cupped his hands and remonstrated: "Your Majesty, it's not too late!"

Hearing this, Di Tian revealed a slight smile.

Afterwards, he turned to face the higher-ups of the Monster Clan, and ordered murderously: "Decree, all warriors above the Immortal Emperor and above of the Monster Clan, follow me to attack the Saint Clan!"

As soon as the words fell, a terrifying aura erupted from his body, and the Golden Crow Divine Fire burned, annihilating the void, and shining dazzling light, like a round of scorching sun, shining all over the world.

The majesty of the emperor's way filled the hall and washed the universe.

His eyes revealed viciousness and killing intent.

What is the essence of martial arts?
It's a fight!

For the future of the monster clan, the ancestors of the saint clan who obtained the primordial purple energy deserve to die!

As for whether this operation will fail, he is not worried at all. It is not easy for the monster clan with two quasi-sages to defeat the saints.

"As ordered!"

Inside the Emperor's Palace, many monster clan powerhouses knelt down and saluted, shouting in unison.

Thousands of leaves in the world.

Among the colleges.

"Everyone, this seat has decided to send troops to take back the literary world!"

In a certain hall, Wen Zhiming sat on the upper seat, overlooking the figure below, and said calmly.

On him, he was wearing a white robe and a jade crown on his head. He had an elegant temperament, surrounded by culture and energy, revealing the supreme coercion, shocking the surrounding void.

"As ordered!"

After hearing this, the Great Elder of the Arts Academy, the Great Elder of the Painting Academy and others all showed excitement and replied excitedly.

Literary world!

This will always be a thorn in their hearts.

But God has eyes!
Let Wen Zhiming obtain the inheritance of Taoism and break through to the quasi-sacred realm.

When one person attains the Tao, the chicken and the dog ascend to heaven.

They can finally return to their old places, re-establish the literary world, and regain the lost honor.

"Young master, if we send troops to the literary world, Daqin will definitely send people to stop us."

The great elder of the Academy of Painting hesitated for a moment, feeling a little uneasy in his heart, and couldn't help asking.

"do not worry!"

"If they dare to come, let them stay!"

"The times have changed now. Daqin without quasi-sages is a phoenix that is not as good as a chicken. It is destined to be eliminated!"

"Besides, even if Daqin doesn't come, after regaining the literary world, I will declare war on Daqin, seize the resources and territory of Daqin, and spread the orthodoxy of Wendao to all the heavens and myriad worlds!"

Wen Zhiming continued, his eyes were hot, and his voice was filled with greed and killing intent, which made people tremble and couldn't help but surrender.

And declare war on Great Qin.

Just the first step in his plan.

His ultimate goal is to carry forward the Taoism and become the number one lineage in the heavens and myriad worlds, and then use this as the foundation of the Taoism to prove the Taoism and become a sage and achieve eternity.

"Young Lord"

Hearing Jun's words, all the people in the hall were flushed with excitement.

In a daze, they have seen the moment when Wen Zhiming succeeded in proving the Tao, led the literary world to rise, dominated the heavens, and became the strongest Taoism.

And they will be ministers of the dragon, enjoying endless glory and wealth.

Just as everyone was imagining a bright future, a voice full of murderous intent came from beyond the starry sky and echoed in the world of thousands of leaves: "Daqin Cao Cao is here, and the remnants of the literary world, why don't you come out and die?"

boom!
The will of a hero who dominates the universe and sweeps the four poles sweeps the sky and the earth.

The world sky is broken.

The whole world is crumbling.

Countless literary disciples could not bear the coercion, and died in this instant.

"court death!"

In the main hall, Wen Zhiming was stunned for a moment, then realized that his figure faded and disappeared.

When he reappeared, he had already come to the starry sky, his face was icy cold, and the killing intent around him was surging, almost congealed into substance, dyeing the starry sky red.