"Eternal God Emperor (

In ancient times, there was a big tree, with eight thousand years as spring, eight thousand years as autumn, and 32,000 years as its year.

The Shen Chun tree is ancient and unusual, and I don't know how many years it has been in the world.

It grows in this forbidden area of ​​the sea, and the time-stamped light spots gather in the sea in large numbers. It has a strong spirit and active rules of heaven and earth. It is a place that is of great benefit to the cultivation of gods.

The sacred tree has intelligence, but its combat effectiveness is not strong.

In order to protect the gods of the ancient civilizations, there are a lot of formations and **** patterns in this restricted area of ​​the sea. On the sea, there are twelve array towers.

The trunk of the scorpion tree is thicker than the flat peach tree. There are a lot of roots along the trunk and plunge into the sea. The smaller roots are hundreds of meters thick.

It is autumn and the leaves are golden.

The color of the sea area of ​​thousands of miles was reflected into gold.

The civilized army at the beginning of the day guarded under the twelve formation towers. They stepped on the golden sea water, held the holy spear and the holy spear, and the holy energy exuding from their bodies was twisted together, which was like a rainbow.

Luo Jinshu is the second son of King Yu, the upper **** realm, responsible for guarding the **** Chunshu.

He was wearing a Taoist robe, with gold armor hung on the outer robe, dragon-shaped tiger bones, and his eyes firmly fixed on the army of dead races outside the formation.

Yue Tong Zhenjun is also the upper **** of civilization in the early days of the sky. He arrived not long ago and was responsible for assisting Luo Jinshu in urging the formation and resisting the attack by the army of the **** world.

True Monarch Yue Tong looked at the back of the dead army in the distance, where there was a wide open space, and said coldly: "The restricted area of ​​the sea is eight million miles wide, why is the space so split here? There must be traitors, afraid of hell. Jie, told the location of the Shen Chun tree in exchange for the opportunity to be a slave."

Luo Jinshu's eyes were gloomy, and he said: "Now complaining about these is meaningless. It is more important to hold the formation and block the attack of the **** world. If you lose the spiritual roots of heaven and earth, the spirit of the civilized world at the beginning of the sky will be exhausted. The qi will dissipate, and the guardian formation will be severely weakened."

"Even the divine formations in the starry sky rely on the spirit of civilization in the early days of the sky to be able to fully mobilize and resist the Asura Star Pillar Realm."

"If the sacred tree is cut off, we will be finished, and the billions of creatures in the great world will also be wiped out..."

At the end, Luo Jinshu's voice was a little choked.

Because he knows better than anyone, that day will definitely come, but sooner or later. What I am doing now is nothing but a dying struggle, but I am unwilling in my heart, and I want to fight my fate.

Yue Tongzhenjun whispered: "I heard that keeping the fire will allow a **** to be the guardian of the fire..."

Luo Jinshu looked at him like a torch.

The true monarch Yue Tong saw Luo Jinshu’s dissatisfaction, but still said: "If we two blocked the attack by the dead army this time, it would be considered a great achievement. Jinshu, I know that you have coexisted and died with the early civilization. However, this monarch wants to protect the next generation of Tianchu Civilization, so that Tianchu Civilization will regain its glory in a certain place in the universe after several Yuanhui."

Luo Jinshu has anger in his heart, but he knows that people have their own ambitions and cannot be forced. Moreover, now they have to use the power of Yue Tongzhen to protect the **** Chunshu, and have to suppress the anger forcibly.

This gave him a strong sense of powerlessness!

In the face of death and destruction, most people are afraid.

Survival is just instinct.

There is nothing wrong at all!

He was lonely in his heart, but his eyes were firm, and said: "The attack of the dead army is coming!"

Outside of the heavy array of the sacred tree, the dead army rushed out of the cracks in the space. The gray dead air enveloped the sea, eroding the **** lines, and the breath was rotten and cold.

The ten monarchs of the dead race descended across the realm one after another, all of them are true gods. In the **** realm, there is no one side overlord, and there is a star field as a territory under which is worshipped by trillions of monks.

Sovereign Scarlet Soul's cultivation reached the Supreme God Dzogchen, with gray wings on his back.

As soon as he arrived in the civilized world at the beginning of the sky, he manifested a giant divine body, breaking through the divine pattern confined in the sea with the divine body.

The divine body quickly rose to more than 3,000 feet high, and lightning flashed around his body.

Immediately afterwards, he released the world of the gods, a black earth world just showed a corner from him, and it touched a powerful **** pattern.

"Boom!"

That corner of the world of the gods was destroyed by the power of the gods.

Fragments of the world fell into the sea.

A white-haired man wearing a silver-white **** robe flew out of a crack in the space and said: "Be careful, that is the **** pattern portrayed by the old civilization of the early days."

"I have seen the **** priest."

The dead sergeants bowed and saluted.

Even the top ten monarchs nodded slightly to show respect.

The **** priests of the Death Temple had calm eyes, no arrogance, and no impatientness, and said: "The formation and the **** pattern here are not trivial. Build the town pattern altar first."

"Yes!"

The ten monarchs all showed huge bodies, all towering like mountains, with a river of spirit in their mouths, appearing in all directions of the sacred tree, playing magical powers.

Break the **** pattern, destroy the formation.

Behind them, thousands of dead monks in the sacred realm built altars with stone patterns.

The altar was only half built, and the weird power formed by the pattern stone has begun to affect the **** pattern and formation inscription pattern. This made Luo Jinshu and Yue Tong Zhenjun realized that it was not good!

With the means left by the gods of the past, even if the top **** of the dead race comes, Luo Jinshu has the confidence to block it.

However, once the patterned altar is erected, it is very likely that the pattern of the patron saint Tsubaki tree and the inscription pattern of the formation will become useless. Luo Jinshu couldn't imagine the consequences.

Zhenzhen Yue Tong couldn't calm his mind, and said: "The pattern stone is so rare, how can they bring so many? No, the altar of the pattern must be destroyed."

"You stay here and I will go!"

Luo Jinshu had tried before, but all the attacks he made were broken by the top ten monarchs.

You must break out of the formation and rush out of the encirclement formed by the ten monarchs to have a chance to destroy the Zhenwen Altar. It's just that this opportunity is very slim, because behind the ten monarchs, there is also a **** of unfathomable cultivation.

And next to the **** sacrifice that day, a large number of dead monks in the holy realm were also building an altar, and I don't know what effect it had. This also made Luo Jinshu extremely uneasy.

Fight!

Only with a desperate heart can it be possible to do what is absolutely impossible.

Mr. Yue Tongzhen admits that he does not have the courage of Luo Jinshu, and said: "Go, leave it to me!"

Luo Jinshu's ten fingers clenched tightly, urging the golden armor on his body, and a bright brilliance broke out all over his body. With a long whistle, he passed through the layers of formations and went straight to the direction of the patterned altar.

Four of the ten monarchs looked at each other.

Sovereign Yuan Tian smiled and said: "Luo Jinshu is the son of King Yu, although it is only the cultivation base of the upper god, but we still need to pay attention to it. Leave it to this seat!"

The source of heaven is the cultivation base of the peak of the upper god.

The most important thing is that he has survived the Yuanhui catastrophe, so his cultivation base is a top-notch existence in the peak of the upper gods. Naturally, it is more than enough for the middle stage of the last upper god.

In the world of the gods of Yuantian monarch, a huge amount of death gushes out.

The dead gas burns and turns into a **** flame.

"Hellfire Source Knife!"

Sovereign Yuantian used his supernatural powers, and the concentrating flame was a source knife with a length of hundreds of feet, cutting out through the air, slashing towards Luo Jinshu's only way to the Zhenwen Altar.

The temperature of the Hellfire Source Knife is extremely high, and the entire sea is boiling.

Luo Jinshu knew that his cultivation was far behind the Yuantian Monarch, so he pulled up his body and rushed to the sky, avoiding the Hellfire Source Knife.

The Lord Yuantian seemed to have expected him to do this a long time ago, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and a gray air was exhaled in his mouth.

"call!"

In the air, there is a bronze bead.

One by one, the divine writings flew out from the bronze beads and turned into an ancient scripture.

Luo Jinshu is inevitable, calling out a purple-black wooden stick, swinging it out, and thousands of thunder dragons gushing out of the stick, colliding with the ancient scripture suspended in the void.

"Boom!"

The collision of the two mighty and unparalleled divine powers can be described as turned upside down, and the sky full of **** patterns appeared.

"Luojin Book!"

Suddenly, the ear-splitting sound of Yuantian Monarch rang behind Luo Jinshu.

There is no need to look back, Luo Jinshu has sensed that there is a huge phantom of death behind him, with suffocating anger, ferocious and angry, clasping his fists, and bombarding him.

At this critical moment, Luo Jinshu did not turn around to defend, and looked at the patterned altar. The blood in his body burned, bursting out of the fastest speed, and rushed straight.

Just as the fists of the **** of death smashed down, Luo Jinshu waved his right hand, making a burst of pictures.

After the formation was unfolded, it turned into a towering sacred mountain of gold and stone, reaching a height of ten thousand feet, with a large number of formation inscriptions flashing on the mountain.

"Boom!"

The two fists of the ghost of death smashed the Jinshi Mountain, and the powerful aftermath of divine power impacted on Luo Jinshu.

Luo Jinshu's body guard shattered all the light ~lightnovelpub.net~ Divine blood dripped from his mouth, but, completely ignored, a black spear appeared in his hand, suddenly threw it, and hit the patterned altar.

"Damn, in order to destroy the altar, I don't even want my own life!"

After being rushed by a mid-level **** of the upper god, Yuantian monarch felt that his face was blank, and he couldn't help feeling sullen, his figure flashed, and he chased him up.

"You want to destroy the altar even with your cultivation base?"

The celestial priest stood hanging in the air, exuding silver-white brilliance, and lightly tapped his finger.

It was originally a black spear that flew to the Altar of Zhenwen, melted inch by inch and turned into metal droplets. The metal droplets fell down and fell among the dead sergeants, suddenly screaming.

The monks under the great sage touched and died immediately.

Even the body of the Great Sage was dripped through.

The celestial priest looked indifferent, just like the death of those dead monks in the holy realm, which had nothing to do with him.

Luo Jinshu stared at this scene in a daze, a war soldier that was close to the Supreme Sacred Artifact melted, and the opponent's cultivation base was too terrifying.

Just when he was about to rush directly to the pattern-strength altar, a flame **** blade came from behind, like a dazzling light mark, cutting off the **** pattern, cutting off the rules, and all the protection of Luojin Book The defenses are shattered like paper.

"Puff!"

Luo Jinshu's divine body was cut off at the waist, and the breath of death penetrated into the body, hurting into the soul.

The Yuantian Monarch held the Flame God Blade of the Supreme Sacred Artifact level and showed a cold smile. This blow was the real strength of the upper **** peak powerhouse who had survived the Yuanhui disaster.

"Junior Brother Jinshu, I'm here to help you!"

Feng Qi appeared to the horizon, followed by the colorful nine-tailed heart fox.

However, seeing that the dead clan actually had ten monarchs here, the speed of the two of them dropped sharply, stopped in the distance, and did not immediately approach the past.