They have practiced for more than a thousand years and have reached such a state. Even with all kinds of help, the years of existence in this world.

It is not counted for thousands of years, but counted for "ten thousand years".

Feng Mingtao was obsessed with practicing. He has not been idle for many years. He has read all the myths of ambition from ancient history to the origins of the holy lands, and even some myths of ambition that have been circulated.

Naturally, you know the height and weight.

"You are just too careful... I'll go to his uncle, then, that's Chu Fan?"

Feng Mingtao didn't care at first, but glanced at the eyebrow and saw a familiar figure, and immediately changed his face:

"This disaster star is indeed here. Could something really happen, right?"

He was wondering.

He couldn't remember how many times he had. Every time he met Chu Fan, something bad seemed to happen.

"Um?"

In the distance, Chu Fan, who had just stepped out of the void, felt a move in his heart. Seeing Feng Mingtao, he couldn't help but frown:

"Old Feng, are you here too?"

The moment he spoke, he had already come close to him and bowed to Jing Xiaolou: "Brother Jing, it's been a long time since I saw you."

He looked at Feng Mingtao, who was retreating with bad luck, and his eyebrows jumped: "What should I say about the disaster star?"

"Ha ha!"

Feng Mingtao beat him up and took the lead in going to the Battle Mountain:

"Last time I came and went in a hurry, I have to take a good look at this Great Eternal No. 1 God Peak!"

The Battle of the Divine Mountain is infinite.

No matter how you look at it from any direction, you will never see its edge, just like a mortal looking up at the night, and you will not see anything outside the night.

Chu Fan and Jing Xiaolou had seen li, and they walked towards the Battle of the Divine Mountain without any haste.

The Doufa Divine Mountain is not so much a mountain, but rather a war fortress that brings together all the foundations of Dayong for 800,000 years.

Across the void, you can feel the iron-blooded killing aura coming from the scene, fierce and cruel.

When the three of them stepped onto the Battle Mountain, they found that it was not only their "Reincarnation Taoist Soldiers" who were present.

On the countless battle stages, there are many princes, princes and ministers of the Da Yong royal family.

Even some princes who have been in the past few years and have taken the initiative to sacrifice their territory have gathered here.

"What a big deal happened?"

Jing Xiaolou frowned slightly,

A loud bang suddenly sounded in this dimensional world occupied by the Battle of the God of Fighting Mountain.

when!

The bell roared, shaking the four poles of heaven and earth.

when!

when!

when!

...

The huge bell sound like a star-like explosion drifted down from nothingness, spreading out thousands of acres of smoke and dust, attracting thousands of rays of rays of rays and thousands of auspicious colors.

Buzz ~

As the Fighting Mountain shook slightly, Mo Yin, wearing a simple white robe, stepped out of the void in full view of everyone.

It landed on the top of the Doufa Sacred Mountain, on the highest Taoist platform.

"We pay homage to the Emperor!"

As he sat down, the sound of worship like a tsunami sounded one after another.

"Are you wondering why you are here together today?"

Don't because the tiger sits on the high platform, lowers your eyes and brings everything from all directions to your eyes:

"Not for anything else, just to welcome you..."

At this point, the words were like a waterfall ray hang down with a brilliant light, covering a high platform.

"Um?"

"ah?!"

"This is……"

Everyone stared at each other, and when they looked, many people immediately took a breath.

Some old minister blurted out, "Your Majesty!"

"After all, I can't hide it from you..."

On the high platform, the middle-aged man who looked like a young man but had a silver thread on his head slowly raised his head and looked at Mo Yin:
Chapter completed!