Ye Feng ignored them, and put away the fragments of the Tiantian Chain and Liuguangqin. His eyes turned to Zhao Yin. At this moment, Zhao Yin's expression was dull. He had been treated with respect to all the gods, and one was killed. Everything underneath escaped, how could he still not know the horror of Ye Feng?

Ye Feng also pointed the tip of the sword towards him. Just kill Zhao Yin to end the battle of Song.

But at this moment, a gap suddenly appeared in the sky, and in the blink of an eye, a gray-haired old guy fell to the top of the city.

As soon as the old man appeared, Ye Feng felt extremely powerful pressure on him, and this pressure made his breathing a little unsmooth.

Even if the old man wants to do something to him, he can't even think of resistance.

Such a powerful pressure, Ye Feng had also encountered before, just once, on the body of the Three Emperors.

Under the coercion of the old man, on the city wall, most people kneeled down involuntarily.

But Zhao Yin was an exception. On top of his head, three illusory golden dragons suddenly appeared, and when he was under the pressure, he did not kneel down.

On Yefeng's side, his subordinates were still very far away from the city, but they were still completely affected by the pressure, and they all knelt down together.

Night Wind itself was an exception. On his body, nine five-clawed golden dragons suddenly floated out.

Ye Feng is not surprised by the changes between himself and Zhao Yin. As an emperor, the so-called true dragon emperor has a true dragon body when encountering certain situations.

An ordinary emperor has only one golden dragon. As the founding emperor, there are usually three. For example, Emperor Qin Shihuang and other kings who dominate Kyushu have five.

But now, Ye Feng has released nine golden dragons. The number of these dragons also shows who is the real orthodoxy of the heavenly way, and the heavenly way will be more deer.

Encountering people who have attained the Tao to become immortals, it is said that they have nine golden dragons and will be directly protected by the heavens at a specific moment. The specific effects and how to inspire them are not even rumored. After all, there has never been anyone else in history who possessed Jiulong Chi.

In contrast, Zhao Yin is not orthodox Yefeng.

"System, check out this old guy's cultivation base." Ye Feng said in his heart.

System: "The system is being explored... I'm sorry! The target's cultivation level has exceeded the range that the system can detect."

This answer surprised Ye Feng and couldn't help but ask: "What is the upper limit of the system and detection?"

System: "Level 550, that is, the cultivation base of the newcomer to Da Luo Jinxian and below Da Luo Jinxian."

By this question, Ye Feng also vaguely knew that this guy is an existence above the Great Luo Jinxian. Of course, this does not mean that he must have reached the level of a quasi-sage or a saint, one level higher than 550, which is also beyond. But it's still just Da Luo Jinxian.

With such a cultivation base, it is no wonder that Ye Feng has a feeling that he can't even raise his thoughts of resistance.

When Ye Feng talked with the system, the old man also looked at him and said with a faint smile: "End the fairy, take a step to speak."

Ye Feng didn't hear what the other person was saying, he felt that his eyes suddenly went dark, and when the light came on again, the two of them came to the side of a rushing river.

The shock in Ye Feng's heart could not be added.

On the other hand, the old man on the opposite side was smiling, as if there was no malice.

Ye Feng looked at him, slowly calmed his mind, and asked after a long time: "What do you bring me here? If you want to kill? You can do it anywhere."

The old man on the opposite side smiled more brilliantly, and said faintly: "The end of the fairy is joking, why did the old way kill you? The reason why I brought you here is just to avoid the eyes and eyes of the foreign immortal family, this abandoned stream The river water will cover up the voice of you and me."

"End Immortal? Me?" Ye Feng asked suspiciously.

"Yes, I want to come to Xianjun and I know it vaguely. The so-called killing of the emperor is the fourth emperor in the world. The three emperors represent creation, and you represent the end and rebirth of Xianjun." The old man's expression remained the same. Indifferent.

Ye Feng did guess something vaguely, but it didn't have to be so specific, otherwise, he wouldn't be able to stick to his way.

"End Immortal Monarch, um, this name is good, quite domineering." Ye Rong thought in his heart.

"Who are you?" Ye Feng couldn't help asking.

"Oh, the name of the old way is not enough, the immortal family all call me the old way of being "the great old man."

"Nima!" Ye Feng sneered secretly. If the legend is true, this Taishang Lao Jun is still Lao Tzu's clone!

Even though this identity is just a rumor, at least the first person under the Jade Emperor's seat has not run away. This identity is not enough to mention, this modest is a bit too much.

Seeing the other party's identity, it is also considered respect for oneself, one by one the fairy monarch shouted. Ye Feng also arched his hands, "Xianjun is polite."

"Don't dare to be, don't dare to be." Taishang Laojun waved his hand again and again.

"I don't know what happened to Lao Jun's sudden lower realm?" Ye Feng asked the point of the matter.

"The old way is to see that the immortal king is about to make a mistake, and the imperial decree of Emperor Fengyu, I am here to remind." At this time, the old gentleman said seriously.

"Wrong? What's wrong?" Ye Feng expressed puzzlement.

"It's right to fight Da Song, but Zhao Yin can't kill, more accurately, he can't kill now."

"Why?" Ye Feng became even more puzzled.

"The territory of the Song Dynasty covers Southeast Asia, and that piece of land now belongs to China."

Once Zhao Yin died, and Da Sui did not take over the land there, then, according to the rules of heaven, that piece of land would fall into the hands of the aborigines.

At that time, the fairy king will attack again, and start to occupy the first city until the seventh day, and there will be a battle of gods, that is, the gods believed by the aborigines of Southeast Asia.

Because of the laws of Heaven’s Law, Heaven’s Court cannot intervene within seven days. Although Xianjun doesn’t have to completely defeat them, he must at least withstand these seven days. When the constraints of Heaven’s Law on us are lifted, Heavenly Court can send you reinforcements. , But before that, it was all dependent on Xianjun and his own troops.

And if you don't kill Zhao Yin, that territory will still be regarded as my Chinese territory, and the battle of God will not be triggered until Xianjun executes extermination.

In other words, if Zhao Yin is not killed, the initiation of the divine battle is completely controlled by Xianjun. When Xianjun is fully prepared, he can execute the genocide of foreign races and turn passive into active.

Of course, the old way is only to make suggestions, and will not forcibly interfere. What you want to do is up to Xianjun himself.

"So that's it." Ye Feng expressed his understanding, but couldn't help asking: "Which gods will there be in the battle of gods? What are their strengths?"

Lao Jun seemed to have anticipated that Ye Feng would ask these questions, but simply said: "What is hard to say specifically, because Heavenly Court also has foreign gods who have dealt with."

This is bound to face a series of monsters, ghosts and snakes, such as Tianzhao, Yaqi Orochi, Flamingo and so on.

The extinction of Europe is to face the Temple of Light, the Temple of Darkness, the ancestor of vampires, the ancestor of machinery, and the founder of the extreme religion, Ye Hehua.

"It seems that it is really not easy to unify the world."

Taishang Laojun didn't speak any more, but just nodded faintly, and immediately afterwards, his figure was abrupt and disappeared.

"But this way, it's even more exciting." Ye Feng's blood, which had been cold because of the weak opponent, became boiling again.

Ye Feng carefully understood the words of the old man on the spot, and then returned to the battlefield again.

Because the night wind didn't come back, the army didn't do anything. When he came back, he directly issued instructions.

"Offensive, catch Zhao Yin alive!"

"Zunzhi!"

All the generals responded in unison, and then commanded the army towards the capital of Song Dynasty with all hands and rushed away!

The galloping fierce horse, heavy footsteps, made the ground shake obviously.

Ye Feng himself did not move. The monks were gone, and nothing happened to him. The rest was the work the soldiers had to do.

The sound of the soaring crossbow, the piercing crossbow, the artillery sounded first.

Under the continuous bombardment, even the hard walls of the capital of the Song Dynasty could not last long before being bombarded.

Ordinary soldiers ran underground, while Xiuxian disciples flew in mid-air to support them.

The balance of victory was tilted from the beginning, and there were various conspiracy and tricks on the opposite side. However, in the face of absolute power, the balance still did not get a little back.