forbidden place

() Admiral Lei Ting stood up abruptly, golden light flashed in his eyes, and thunder rolled in the golden light, as if the thunder between heaven and earth were all concentrated in his eyes.

"Your Majesty, I come to the empire to participate in His Majesty's ceremony of enshrining Zen and offering sacrifices to heaven. It is the greatest respect for His Majesty. I also want to represent the Desert Empire and discuss with His Majesty the two countries unite to fight against the invasion of hell. Could it be that His Majesty wants to do something to me? ?” Admiral Lei Ting said.

"Hahaha, General Lei Ting was joking. You represented the Great Desert Empire to participate in the Fengchan Sacrifice Ceremony. It was not a respect for me, but something that should have been done. Could it be that the whole world is the land of the king, and the land of the land is the land of the land. Your Majesty, the desert should also become my territory, it is really treasonous to establish a country in the desert!" said Emperor Ji Yuan.

Admiral Lei Ting's expression changed. He originally thought that as a master who had survived nine thunder calamities, he would be in charge of the Thunder God Palace and run rampant all over the world. No one would be able to hurt her.

That's why they dared to come to Wuji Island in a big way, saying that they were discussing a joint fight against the invasion of hell, but in fact they wanted to come to the empire to demonstrate and use the pressure of the invasion of hell to force the empire to surrender.

Who knows, the empire also has a master of nine thunder calamities, the great priest received him personally, and he didn't even see the shadow of Emperor Ji Yuan.

Moreover, the empire obviously didn't care much about the invasion of hell. Maybe they already had the means to deal with it. Admiral Thunder originally thought that he would buy some ancient treasures and go back. How could he know that he encountered such a shocking change.

The Emperor Jiyuan displayed his supernatural power, instantly suppressed the ancestor Wuji, and then surrendered Taoist Huanchu. These are all great figures who have won nine thunder calamities.

"Are you voluntarily submitting, or let me do it?" Emperor Ji Yuan said lightly.

"Hmph, Emperor Jiyuan, I respect you as the emperor of a country, so I came to participate in your ceremony of enshrining Zen and offering sacrifices to heaven. I didn't expect you to be so despicable. In the future, hell will rule the world, and you will be the number one sinner who will exterminate mankind!" Lei Ting said the admiral.

"Hey, it seems that if I don't make a move, you won't be convinced!" Emperor Ji Yuan's expression didn't change at all, as if he wouldn't be moved even if the world collapsed.

Those who look up to the Emperor of Jiyuan will definitely think that he is a god, suppressing for thousands of years, looking down on all living beings, boundless and boundless.

Under everyone's admiring and reverent eyes, Emperor Jiyuan moved, took a step forward, his fists were full of boundless domineering, and bombarded towards Admiral Lei Ting.

The saint is overbearing!

"Thunder God punishes the world!"

Admiral Lei Ting let out a roar, and a small palace flew out of his hand. He bombarded the palace with his fist, and a thick thunder burst out from the palm-sized palace.

Although the palace was only the size of a palm, the thunder came out without bounds, bombarding the incomparably domineering fist of Emperor Ji Yuan at once.

"The king's way is infinite!"

The voice of Emperor Ji Yuan seemed to be above the nine heavens, and he punched out with another punch. This is a kingly fist. The combined power of domineering and kingly is far greater than two, but equal to four.

At this moment, Admiral Lei Ting was facing the attack of four saints. These four saints were connected with each other, as if they were one person.

It is simply more powerful than the combination of ten loose immortals who have had nine times of thunder calamity, and it is impossible for ten people to unite to completely communicate with each other.

"puff"

The armor on Admiral Lei Ting's body was cracked, and the Temple of Thunder in his hand flew up, and was suppressed by Emperor Ji Yuan and entered into the scepter.

A large amount of blood was thrown in the air, and Admiral Lei Ting was seriously injured in an instant, without even a chance to escape. Skyrim descended without escaping the law, wrapped him up in an instant, and sent him into an unknown space deep in the void.

The many soldiers and entourage brought by Admiral Lei Ting were even more vulnerable, and they were suppressed and captured by the priests one by one.

Han Hui has been hiding in the depths of Mangdang Mountain and has not shown himself. The Jiyuan Emperor is so tyrannical, so tyrannical that he has no way to resist it.

A person who has fully resisted several saints and has the support of a huge and unparalleled force behind him, if he appears rashly, he is afraid that the possibility of falling will be extremely high.

"All the monks on Wuji Island bow down to the Emperor Jiyuan!" The high priest's voice sounded again, and the entire Wuji Island trembled.

The high altar instantly emitted an extremely dazzling light, and all the Qi practitioners and Sanxian masters who had paid homage to the incense were all shaken and worshiped involuntarily.

When they were pale and fragrant, they had already been controlled by Cao, and the seeds of surrender were planted deep in their hearts, and they knelt down to worship the supreme emperor one by one.

Han Hui noticed that the people in Kunlun were all pale, and the entire Wuji Island surrendered at the feet of Emperor Jiyuan.

This visit lasted for a full year, and the light on the altar shone for a year. The golden color of the dragon robe on Emperor Ji Yuan was even more dazzling, and the dragon was more vivid.

Wuji Island almost integrates the strongest power in the entire world, unless the super old antiques of the Twelve Great Schools who are hidden from the world, or the old guys from Kunlun, the super power in the world will be wiped out.

The boundless spiritual consciousness is condensed into the power of faith, worshiping this new king, one after another power penetrates into the impenetrable law net deep in the void.

Some penetrated into the scepter, and all the suppressed people in the scepter surrendered, including the Golden King, who stopped roaring and completely fell silent.

Boundless faith can generate the subconscious mind of faith and make more people believe in it. It is through the power of faith that Emperor Ji Yuan refined the thinking and mind of the rebellion of the Golden King and Admiral Thunder.

One of the two is the overlord thousands of years ago, a generation of kings, a sage who comprehended the kingdom, and the other is the contemporary arrogance who has survived nine thunder calamities.

They are not existences that are easy to truly surrender. Now, with the help of boundless power of faith, Emperor Ji Yuan is refining the instinct of resistance deep in their hearts.

During this year, Han Hui just immersed himself in his heart, and under the bath of the bright moon in his heart, he condensed his heart and strengthened the power of this fantasy kingdom.

He is waiting for the transformation, waiting for the end of the sacrifice, to find more ancient treasures, to comprehend more restrictions, and to increase his strength.

After seeing the power of the Emperor Ji Yuan, Han Hui increased the strength of his army more quickly, and hundreds of thousands of golden core masters were mass-produced.

With so many golden elixir masters born, the biggest problem is the lack of vitality in the dreamland, and the ocean of vitality is almost swallowed up in a year.

"Yellow Liang Yimeng!"

Han Hui opened his mouth and said, his voice was full of dreams, and Jindan Daoist, who was shrouded in the dreamland, became sweaty one by one, as if experiencing the torment of life and death in hell.

After condensing the golden core, Han Hui began to activate the power of the fantasy kingdom, allowing his soldiers to experience a real dream, one after another primordial stones were burned, and endless restraints were flying.

A dream can last for thousands of years or ten thousand years, and the illusory dream is so real. One after another, master soldiers who understand the rules and have the potential of saints are born. There are hundreds of thousands of soldiers. Even though they are in the realm of Jindan Daoist, their understanding of the rules surpasses many Sanxian masters who have experienced two or three lightning calamities.

"Without enough resources, they can't unite their own kingdoms, and they can't become true saints. But these people are sub-sages and sages. When gathered together, the power they exert is enough to destroy the world!" Han Hui said very satisfy.

The birth of this year has not only produced a large number of masters, but also his understanding of the way of dreams has become more and more profound.

Dream saints are countless times stronger than ordinary saints, and they can make people experience a dream, a dream that is as real as it is unheard of since ancient times.

The sacrifices outside gradually came to an end, and everyone became numb and loyal, and each of them became a loyal believer of the empire.

Hanhui exerts the power of his heart, and uses the mirror-like moon above his heart to clearly see the fear of the power of faith, which can interact with each other to change people's soul beliefs, world outlook and values.

"The power of this belief, even if it is repeated and solidified, changes people's behavior and habits, and finally changes people's subconsciousness. The river of subconsciousness can wash away all thoughts and beliefs. If I can get this method, I can definitely subdue any Sanxian master !" Han Hui also gradually understood the reason why Emperor Jiyuan operated the way of sacrifice and gathered the power of faith.