The Song of Covering the Sky

Chapter 319 Tempest
Tian Ge waved his hand with boundless arrogance, but it made the saint of Yaochi sigh.

After getting along many times, she knew it well, since he said so, he was afraid that he would leave again.

Once the conflict between the human race and the ancient ten thousand races is resolved, Xiao Zu will definitely leave, maybe we will meet again next time, I don't know if it will be forever.

Since ancient times, the daughter's heart is the most difficult to guess. Although the saint of Yaochi has thousands of words, she is not good at words. After thinking about it, she said, "The Black Emperor asked me to bring a word, and I want to ask something. Do you listen?"

Tian Ge motioned her to sit down first, then brought her a glass of wine, then nodded, motioning her to speak.

"My little girl was promoted two years ago, and the Black Emperor was worried that something might happen, so let me ask." The saintess of Yaochi took the wine glass and explained.

Tian Ge said solemnly, "It's okay, the little girl is absolutely fine, almost no one in this world can hurt her."

Afterwards, he raised his wine glass and signaled to the saintess of Yaochi, "Come, drink."

"I don't drink very much, what if I get drunk!" The saintess of Yaochi gave him a supercilious look, but she still put the wine glass to her red lips and lightly sipped it.

If the younger generation of the world saw her charming appearance, her jaw would drop in shock, but a certain person was completely indifferent.

It seems that the beauty of the fairy maiden is not as attractive as the wine in the glass.

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For many people, this night was very long, as if it would never end. No one knew what would happen in the morning. Many people could not sleep all night, with haggard and worried faces.

But Tian Ge was drinking and talking happily, and didn't take those things seriously at all.

Finally, the moonlight dissipated, dawn broke, and a ray of light rose from the east, cut through the mist, and shone into the fairyland.

The glowing red sun sprays brilliance, mist lingers in the pure land, morning dew, fresh leaves, lake waves, bright petals, etc. are shining with luster.

The fresh air rushes in, and the mist in the mountains is colorful and steaming in the sunlight, which is really beautiful and peaceful.

On such a vibrant morning, Tiange parted from Yaochi Saintess and went to Tongtian Terrace. What was supposed to come was finally coming. The grand gathering of all races was about to begin, and the powerful ancestor king was about to descend.

Tongtiantai, a broken mountain with a height of more than [-] zhang, not a single blade of grass grows, as if a great mountain has been cut off by someone, the section is a huge rooftop, vast and boundless.

It is said that this was originally the highest mountain in the Northern Territory, but it was cut into a platform by the mother of the Western Emperor. Even if it is cut apart, it is extremely magnificent, with the appearance of the king of the mountain.

It can be used as a martial arts arena or a meeting square, no matter how many people come, it can be accommodated, because it is engraved with the pattern of the Western Emperor.

Back then, it took a lot of effort to move the mountain into the pure land when Yaochi was relocated.

When Tiange arrived, at the center of the Tongtian Terrace, the God King in white had already arrived here, sitting quietly cross-legged in it, breathing in the morning glow, transcending the world in the clear light, unstained by dust.

At the rear are many leaders of the human race, and on the opposite side are seven ancient kings and a large number of ancient strong men. They also know what happened today and came here early.

Now, on the Tongtian Terrace, almost everyone has a haze in their hearts, standing motionless on the ground, waiting for that moment to come, heavy and oppressed, and almost stop breathing.

Finally, the divine bell rang, and an extremely powerful sage arrived and passed into the pure land, requiring the leaders of all religions to greet him.

"The time to come has finally come. No matter what, we can't avoid it. Whether it is a symbiotic world or a dark and chaotic world will be revealed today." The king of gods whispered, but he had a kind of confidence.

"Peace talks... the weak people only have this word, what do you use to talk to me?" A cold voice came from outside the pure land, showing no shame.

In the morning light, three tall figures approached, walking like dragons and tigers, all wearing battle clothes, icy cold, shimmering with metallic luster, and their armors were all made of divine gold, all of them were holy grades.

"Very good, all the old friends are here, let's go into Yaochi together and see who can sit down and talk with us!"

People were horrified, a total of eleven saints came in person, all of them had monstrous mana, and they came from the ancient land like living gods.

"Enter Yaochi and see what is so special about the inheritance left by the Western Emperor..."

The visitors were not kind. Although the eleven patriarchal kings didn't intentionally surprise each other, they were overwhelming when they came together. People couldn't stand at all, and almost all knelt on the ground.

People were amazed, not one or two, but more than a dozen people. Even though the god king and the nephew of Wushi Great Emperor had great demeanor, how could they compete with so many people? Everyone was in despair.

On the sky of Yaochi, a pillar of misty green air hangs down, thick and heavy, and the green golden pagoda of fairy tears stands in a small world, faintly visible, surging with chaotic air.

"The breath of the ancient emperor, is that the legendary West Emperor Pagoda? It's not real, but I really want to hold it in my palm and take a closer look." One of the ancestor kings looked up and sneered.

People were shocked, is this a provocation!
An ancient king reminded, if you don't say a few words, if this tower falls, it will become fly ash.

Another sage said, Yaochi can do this as much as they want, at least two ancient imperial soldiers are aimed at this place, if they really want to do it, it's hard to say who will become ashes.

After these 11 people came in, they didn't feel any pressure facing the West Emperor Pagoda, and pointed to the Pure Land of Yaochi as if there was no one else around.

With a cruel smile and a ruthless look, the eleven ancient kings came to the Tongtian Terrace, looking around with cold eyes, with a hint of murderous intent in the corners of their mouths.

"Who gave you the courage to speak provocatively!"

A bland voice sounded, and the god king stood beside him, looking at the eleven ancestor kings indifferently.

"The nephew of Wu Shi?"

"Jiang Taixu?"

"That is the battle suit made of the purple gold of the god mark...the fairy tears green gold battle sword..."

Some of the eleven ancestor kings looked indifferent, some were surprised, some showed greed, and their expressions were different, but they all knew that this trip to Yaochi was more difficult than expected.

"Wu Shi is dead, even as his nephew, he can't change the overall situation."

"The rumored innate sacramental body, I hope you don't disappoint me today."

"Is it strong? I want to taste what the blood of the congenital sacrament is like."

Eleven ancestor kings, with cold eyes and unscrupulous words, did not take Tiange seriously at all. Together, 11 people are enough to rewrite the myth.

At this time, the temperature dropped sharply, and the cold and murderous aura pervaded the air. The eleven ancient kings looked around together, their faces were extremely indifferent, and their eyes were like knives.

At the very beginning, the atmosphere was tense to the extreme, a great battle would break out at any time, and many creatures were trembling.

Even the human race is worried, the heritage of the ancient race is really too deep, so many appeared yesterday, and eleven more came today, no one knows how many will follow!

"Since you dare to come, then you all go to die!"

Tian Ge was as calm as water, stepped out, held a sword in his right hand, clenched a fist in his left hand, the sound of the Great Dao rumbled, and his words and deeds seemed to represent the will of God.

(End of this chapter)