The most powerful emperor system

Chapter 506 Zhao Chongyang Reappears

A kind of spirituality, a kind of god is carved out of it, the god in both the god and the shape that is emphasized in the paintings, paintings and calligraphy sculptures is ready to come out, as if it can really come out.

After walking about three hundred feet, the sculptures on both sides changed. At the beginning, they were just independent individuals carved on the railings, but after three hundred feet, the railings were inlaid with stone slabs.

Not only are there sculptures on the top, but there are murals on the bottom, reflecting each other and complementing each other, and the existence of carvings has also changed.

It is no longer the mythical beast in the legends of the demon clan, but the transcendent existence of a foreign race. In front of Luoyang is a demon clan, with a pitch-black body and triangular scales on it, exuding a metallic luster.

There are three long horns on this demon's head, his body is tall and strong, he is wearing armor, and his three eyes are shining brightly, carving out the powerful posture of a demon to the fullest, making people feel flustered at a glance.

"Is this a demon lord?"

Luo Yang murmured, the sculptor poured energy into this sculpture, and there was a kind of Dao Yun flowing, which reminded Luo Yang of the original Tuogu Demon Lord, which seemed to be the same kind of power.

Not far away is the statue of the blood race, with a handsome and evil face, long red hair, wearing a blood-red robe, and a pair of blood-colored eyes revealing a trace of evil light.

A pair of huge wings spread out, with silver patterns on them, and the whole body showed a dark red color.

Like a shady curtain covering the world, with the sharp fangs turned wide open, it has a great visual impact!
In addition, there is a holy existence with ribs and wings, carved from snow-white jade, with a pair of snow-white wings, which are different from the meat wings of the vampires, covered with bird feathers.

The runes on it were born, and they were extraordinarily brilliant. That existence was a man with a handsome face and a charming smile. His long silver hair fell to his waist, and he wore a gorgeous silver armor. He had an extraordinary temperament.

"Birdman?" Luo Yang said in amazement, walking around in front of the holy statue, constantly observing, his brows glowing, and even using his mental power.

Yu Linglong pursed her lips: "What kind of bird people, this is the god race! It is also an extremely powerful race among the heavens and thousands of races, it can fight against the demon race and the blood race! Don't look at their holiness, but the human race is the sworn enemy!"

"It's just that the Moyun Dynasty didn't have the God Clan's Zhan Bing Road and Warrior Road, so there was no God Clan, and there were no records in all the ancient books. Unexpectedly, you can see the statue of the God Clan here."

A bridge of immortals, with a length of [-] feet in the middle, is covered with statues of the three major races. Each has a different shape, there are men and women, old and young, but they all carve out the charm of each other.

Even the nitpicking leaders of the great powers were full of praise, they couldn't say anything bad, they walked forward step by step, sighing every step.

In a remote town in the west of the Moyun dynasty, a man in a blue long gown was sitting in a teahouse. He had a pretty handsome face, but he was a little panicked, and he was a little restless when he sat there.

At a certain moment, more than a dozen figures approached and surrounded the man in the green shirt, and the first one sneered, "Master Zhan, after fleeing for such a long time, it's time to go back and meet His Excellency the Fawang."

That's right, this man in green shirt was Zhan Hongtu, the head of the Dahan Branch of the Evil Spirit Sect. He escaped from the Peacock Lord that day, and he has been wandering for such a long time, lingering on his last breath.

He knew that once he fell into the hands of the Blood-Eyed Dharma King, it would definitely not end well. After all, his son was killed after traveling with him, and he could almost foresee the pain, so he subconsciously wanted to escape.

But this time, the evil spirits came to catch him with real masters, and the whole city was almost wiped out when the Dao fruits emerged one by one.

At first the man grabbed Zhan Hongtu's neck and lifted him up, just like lifting a chicken, he laughed and said, "Don't try to escape, His Majesty is waiting for you."

Zhan Hongtu's face was ashen, the fear accumulated in his chest, his liver and gallbladder were torn, he struggled desperately, just like a toad caught by his body, but it was useless, his spiritual power was sealed.

Soon he was brought into a bloody hall. On the high throne in the center was a man of medium build. His appearance was fair, but his eyes were frightening.

What kind of eyes are those eyes? They are so blood-colored that they seem to be sucked out of their bodies at a glance. If there are two oceans of blood hidden inside, this is a big boss of the evil spirit sect!
The blood-eyed Dharma King glanced at Zhan Hongtu, who was kneeling a hundred meters away, suddenly felt struck by lightning, his body trembled continuously, and blood spurted out from [-] pores and acupuncture points all over his body.

"Zhan Hongtu, this king seems to be nice to you, why do you want to betray?"

Blood Eye Dharma King asked faintly, the atmosphere in the hall suddenly suppressed, and even the clusters of burning flames were almost extinguished!

Zhan Hongtu kowtowed like garlic, naturally he didn't dare to hide it, so he told the whole story about how he escaped, prostrated himself on the ground, respectfully waiting to die.

Blood Eye Dharma King snorted coldly, and there was a storm in a radius of thousands of miles: "Well, you have a great plan, and even this king's son was tortured to death. The evil spirits teach [-] kinds of torture. I don't know how much you can survive. Together!"

Zhan Hongtu was ready to die, but the torture did not come. He raised his head in doubt, but saw the blood-eyed Dharma King looking at him with hatred, but he didn't make a move.

"Zhan Hongtu, I'm going to ask you another question! What's going on with the saint Yin Xia?" Bloody Dharma King stretched out half of his body and asked every word.

Zhan Hongtu was almost out of breath from the pressure of this breath, he said reluctantly: "Isn't the saint already dead? She died in that turmoil."

"Fart!" Blood Eye Dharma King shouted angrily, Zhan Hongtu's viscera were bleeding, "What kind of person is Yin Xia, she is the saint of my evil spirit sect, how could she die at will?"

Zhan Hongtu's heart was cold. It seemed that Yin Xia's background was bigger than he imagined. He knew that the fire could not be contained in the paper, so he finally recruited, saying that Yin Xia had escaped by feigning death, and now he didn't know where to go.

Blood Eye Dharma King turned Zhan Hongtu into a spinning top with a slap: "Come here, take this traitor, my king, into the Fire Prison, let him suffer the pain of the flames, and bring him out to see me after three years. "

A master from the Evil Spirit Cult came in long ago and dragged Zhan Hongtu down like a dead dog, the blood-eyed Dharma King looked at the lifeless Zhan Hongtu in disgust: "My son's blood revenge must be avenged, and the whereabouts of the saint must be found! "

"And both of them are related to Luoyang, interesting, really interesting!"

Blood Eye Dharma King shook his fingers: "Go, pass on the message, and let the masters of the evil spirit sect who sneaked into the Dao Enlightenment Conference arrest this Luoyang for me. I want to see with my own eyes whether he really has three heads and six arms!"

Fog rose from the rise of the Immortal Bridge, and there were fog on both sides, which made the already weird atmosphere even more weird and unpredictable.

This mist is like miasma like smoke, very strange, even the eyesight of all Dao fruit masters can't see through it, it contains a kind of great terror, a little bit of ice crystals condense on the Immortal Bridge, coming from both sides and beyond the middle.

The coffin-bearers at the other end were hidden by the mist, and they were so vague that they couldn't be seen clearly. Many young geniuses had already panicked.

After all, now that they have known the horror of the Immortal Bridge and the Waterless River, they are no longer as ignorant and fearless as before, fearing that they will be robbed and die a miserable death.

At a certain moment, the fog stirred, and a round figure was moving inside, heading towards the center of the Immortal Bridge, which made the already tense atmosphere almost audible.

Even Emperor Moyun and King Jinwu were on full alert, with all their strength surging, ready to make a thunderous strike at any time!
It's getting closer, it's getting closer, the sound of panting is so piercing at this moment, many people's brows are sweating, and the moment before the string is about to break, the existence in the mist appears.

"Baby, baby, Daoist's baby! My dear mother, why are there so many people, Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable!"

In the end, almost everyone scolded their mothers, because they were so frightened that the mysterious existence turned out to be a white and fat young Taoist priest, who looked as fat as potatoes, pumpkins, and gourds.

The Taoist priest was also taken aback by the people on the Immortal Bridge, made a frightened expression, and patted his chest lightly, his fat body rippling like flowing water.

"Zhao Chongyang!"

Luo Yang exclaimed, his eyes were as round as light bulbs, and his face was full of disbelief.

Because this Taoist priest turned out to be an acquaintance, it was the unscrupulous Taoist priest who had friendship with Luoyang before, Zhao Chongyang!
And Zhao Chongyang also recognized Luoyang at a glance, he was very mysterious, Luoyang's disguise was nothing in his eyes, he was smiling happily, and rushed towards him while running.

"Little brother Luoyang, it's true that we can't meet each other anywhere in the world! It's fate to meet here, come, come, give Daoist a hug, Infinite Heavenly Venerable!"

As soon as Luo Yang saw his slick and fat body, he became tired and crooked, and he lifted his foot directly, leaving an ugly shoehorn mark on his white and fat chest.

Fat Taoist Zhao Chongyang looked aggrieved: "Luoyang, is this how you entertain old friends? It's really going downhill, people's hearts are not old, Taoist is so sad!"

"I think in the past, in ancient times, when the Daoist, I, Cihang Pudu, fed a young girl a bowl of rice, she would promise her with her body."

"And introduce my sister, my sister, my sister's sister, and my sister's sister to Master Dao together!"

"This is what is called high integrity, and this is what is called knowing how to repay kindness. Alas, there are fewer and fewer people like this now! It's sad, sad!"

"Just kidding, that's called crazy! When I asked you to make up nonsense, can you type a draft, so that people don't see through it at a glance, okay?" Luo Yang said angrily.

Zhao Chongyang rubbed his nose in astonishment: "Really? I always thought my story was perfect. No wonder no one believed it. Change it, change it!"

Listening to the conversation between the two, Yu Linglong felt absurd, bit her teeth, and said via voice transmission: "Little thief, who is this idiot?"

Luo Yang curled his lips and introduced: "This is Zhao Chongyang, a fat Taoist priest, a fat man with no bottom line, no integrity, no morals, no face, no skin, no heart, no lungs, no shame, black belly, and shameless!"

Zhao Chongyang almost exploded when he heard this: "Despicable, shameless, insidious and cunning Luoyang, don't insult me ​​in front of beauties!"

(End of this chapter)