The Ancient Emperor of Fantasy

Chi You laughed in anger, staring at the Huangdi Xuanyuan clan and others in front of him.

"I have never cared about the position of overlord. If your Jiuli tribe wants to take it at any time, why do you have to start a war to kill the same clan? This is not fate, this is the murder you made."

"hypocrite."

Chi You snorted coldly, then turned to look at Ji Kongkong and the twelve saints.

"Followers of the Martial Dao? Isn't it true that the twelve lords of the ancestors were not? We waited for the Wu Dao to follow the Martial Dao Master and openly fought against the Heavenly Dao, but in the end, he was abandoned by the Martial Dao and suffered annihilation. For the sake of the human race, he came out to help twice. ."

"If I have another life, I will definitely spend my whole life destroying your human race, and there will be no peace!"

"You are stubborn, your twelve ancestors have long known the fate of the witch clan, but you still start the war without hesitation, only to fight for the overlord of your own race. Since you lose, you will have no regrets. Wu is like this, but you Wu tribe turned your failures into resentment against the master of martial arts (bede)."

Ji Void shook his head and said.

"You are talking nonsense."

Chi You didn't want to believe it at all, after all, for him, this kind of truth was like subverting his hatred.

His previous life left this hatred and obsession with reincarnation, and even when he became a human race, he never forgot his resentment as a witch.

But now he wants to understand that the outcome of the Lich War had been known by the Twelve Ancestors for a long time, but the Twelve Ancestors still led the entire Witch Race to the war without hesitation, and never told the Witch Race the truth. .

"Forget it, the king and the loser, since you caused such a disaster, I can't keep you."

Huang Di Xuanyuan waved his hand directly, indicating that the soldiers of the Yanhuang tribe should use chains to wrap Chiyou's body tightly.

"The sinner Chiyou led the Jiuli tribe to cause disasters for the human race in the flood and famine. It hurts the harmony of the heavens. Today, the Xuanyuan clan suppresses Jiuli and captures Chiyou.

Huang Di held the Xuanyuan Sword, the most holy soldier, and after kneeling on the ground reverently to pray to heaven and earth, he resolutely raised the Xuanyuan Sword in his hand, and slashed towards Chiyou in front of him under everyone's attention.

The Xuanyuan Sword's blade burst out with an incomparably dazzling golden light, and I saw a long rainbow flashing past, and Chi You, who was wrapped in chains and unable to move, fell to his knees with a "pop".

The neck was empty, but the head with glaring eyes rolled directly to the feet of the Yellow Emperor.

"We are victorious!"

When Chiyou, the chief of the Jiuli tribe, was beheaded by the Yellow Emperor with the Xuanyuan sword, the battle of Zhuolu finally came to an end. The witch clan was destroyed together.

The rare victory made these exhausted soldiers of the Yanhuang tribe cry with joy. They threw their weapons to the ground and hugged and cheered each other.

On the immortal island of Penglai, Hei Huang and others, who had been closely watching the battle of Zhuolu, also showed a smile. The always shameless Hei Huang even patted his chest full of black hair and let out a laugh, a dog face. With a wretched smile:

"Ji Kongkong and the Twelve Holy Venerables are too slow. If this emperor is out, then the witch clan will not kneel down and call Dad."

"It seems that the Jiuli tribe has no chance to turn over again."

"The Jiuli tribe and the Wu tribe can't turn over, it doesn't mean that this is the end."

Qin Xuan spoke wisely, his deep eyes kept staring at the dark clouds that were still lingering on the Zhuolu Plain, which were reflected in the lake. ."

Chapter seven hundred and eighth the chaos is not settled

"What's going on? Is it possible that it's not over yet? It's impossible!"

Everyone followed the direction of Qin Xuan's finger and saw the still dense clouds on the Zhuolu Plain, and their faces suddenly became a little dignified.

Because from now it seems that the Jiuli tribe has clearly been defeated, the Wu people have been destroyed, and Chiyou has been captured by the Yanhuang tribe. They simply cannot have any secret weapons to reverse this result.

"No! And that devil!"

Suddenly, the Hei Huang shouted, staring at a pair of copper bell-sized dog eyes.

"Don't forget, the mastermind behind this disaster is not the Jiuli tribe-tribe..."

Qin Xuan said calmly.

Now that the war between the Jiuli tribe and the Yanhuang tribe on the Zhuolu Plain is over, it does not mean that this turmoil will be subsided. A human calamity is enough to feel satisfied.

It can be guessed from the undead troops of the Jiuli Tribe that the Heavenly Slaughter Star must have prepared some trump card. As long as the Jiuli Tribe and Chiyou fail, this is probably the beginning of the Heavenly Slaughter Star's plan.

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerate, why does the Daoist think that this flood is more disruptive than the nine heavens and ten places."

"The prehistoric world is too fat, I guess everyone is vying for this piece of meat, bark."

"..."

"What is the Emperor going to do with it?"

Taoist Yang Mei asked Qin Xuan.

"drink wine."

"drink wine?"

"Well... let's talk after drinking."

Qin Xuan raised his head and laughed loudly, then lay down and rested on the lap of the Ruthless Emperor next to him, but Ruthen still had a cold face, but his jade hand involuntarily placed it on Qin Xuan's brocade-like purple hair.

Ru Mengxue sat beside the two of them, holding the white jade jug and pouring it down, the nectar and jade liquid flowed out of the jug and just poured into Qin Xuan's mouth.

Ru Mengxue is enough, even the Ruthless Emperor who left so many terrifying legends in the history of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths has become like this now. The Black Emperor and Duan De looked at each other and felt that the world was a little different. Messy.

"Grandma has a leg, showing off a single dog."

Looking at Qin Xuan and the three of them with a touch of "eroticism" in their detachment, Duan De shuddered while holding his big belly and laughed, but the corner of his eyes turned to Hei Huang.

"Wang, dead fat man, what do you think this emperor is doing? It's not a matter of minutes for this emperor to find a few female dogs. This is called a lone wolf. Does the lone wolf understand?"