The Yellow Snake God led two gods to the sword gate, and suddenly his body shook, each showing the sky and earth. He was so tall that he could reach the clouds, as if standing outside the sky, surrounding the sword gate.☆→,

The Huang Snake God looked at the panicked disciple of the Jianmen Mountain and laughed loudly, and the laughter was shocking: "Run, run, stupid mortals! Tell Zhongshan quickly and let him come back to save you!"

Jun Sixie, Fang Jiange and others quickly stabilized the people's hearts, activated the Jianmen's divine weapons, sacrificed the Four Flags Gate formation, and protected the entire mountain.

The man with the head of the god sheep looked down and smiled: "What a stupid mortal. I think that using God's weapons can deal with God? You are too naive!"

The three gods explored their hands together and grabbed the Four Flags Gate formation of Jianmen, breaking through the defensive power of the Four Flags Gate formation and grabbing Jianmen Mountain.

And at this moment, the old man Liudao raised his head.

A moment later, divine blood fell from the air, and the divine corpse fell from the air. The Yellow Snake Lord was frightened and escaped from the killing disaster and headed straight for the Western Wilderness.

The old man from Liudao collected two divine corpses and placed them in front of Hu Sanweng, Long Kui and other divine medicines, and said, "We just mentioned how to draw nutrients from divine corpses. Now you can try it."

"Escaped a snake!"

Hu Sanweng shouted: "Old man, you didn't kill that divine snake!"

The old man Liudao was furious, raised his fist and thrust hard on his head, and said angrily: "Is this pot of water boiling?"

The Eastern Wilderness Black Mountain.

When Longhou fought with the Demon Marquis, the Demon Marquis became dangerous in a few moves and had to take back the coffin and the Demon Tree. However, his defeat was decided, and the reason why he could still persist was because Longhou hesitated whether to keep him and let him kill Zhong Yue.

Zhong Yue made him afraid. If he could take the opportunity to get rid of Zhong Yue, it would naturally be the best of both worlds.

At this moment, a sudden scream came. Longhou looked at the Fengshan altar and saw that Shi Buyi had already killed Wen Changgong. Wen Changgong was also sacrificed, and Shi Buyi turned to attack Zhu Jiumu.

"Long Hou, there must be one, two, and there must be three!"

Zhong Yue's voice suddenly came to his ears: "Don't ruin the friendship between the human race and the dragon race, be careful that you are on the first day of the lunar month, and I am on the fifteenth."

Longhou felt a panic in his heart. He thought that the Dragon Clan was still relying on Zhong Yue to have a good relationship with the next generation of Queen Mother of the West to gain a foothold. He could not do it again with a knife to kill people. Otherwise, if Zhong Yue was not dead, the Dragon Clan would suffer.

Suddenly, Longhou laughed loudly, and the sword light poured down like a waterfall, forcing the Demon Marquis to retreat repeatedly. After dozens of moves, he forced the Demon Marquis into the Fengshan altar.

Longhou stabbed out with a sword, passed through the demon tree, pierced the demon marquis' head, and then put away the sword and left.

"Zhongshan family. No one can win an era!"

His voice came from afar, shocking: "Gods cannot do it, nor demons can do it! If you want to reappear the prosperous era of Fuxi, you will be enemies of this era. You will only hit a wall, and you will be beaten to death and crushed to pieces! You can do it yourself!"

He disappeared in the blood rain and disappeared.

In the Fengshan altar, Zhong Yue lowered his head, looked at his hands, and murmured: "No one can win an era when he fights? How can he know if he doesn't win if he doesn't fight?"

He raised his head and shouted angrily. He seemed to be venting his anger, mobilizing all his cultivation, and refining the body of the natural ancestor.

Suddenly, his black hair began to appear, and the white hair spread one by one, and more and more.

Zhong Yue was shocked and felt that his life span was passing rapidly.

The divine blood in the Muhuan Star was sealed and backfired, and it suddenly deprived him of a thousand years of life. This was the curse of the descendants of the Kunpeng God clan in later generations when they lost their divine blood!

"Is no one really able to win an era?" Zhong Yue murmured.

Naturally, the body of the ancestor was slowly refining, and the huge energy in his body was sacrificed to heaven and earth, turned into the energy of the Fengshan Festival, and was mobilized by Zhong Yue.

In the Fengshan altar, Zhu Jiumu still fought with Shi Buyi and Xuanyuan. The old man's strength was extremely terrifying. He was an existence close to the god of heaven and the only god who came back alive from Kunxing!

Although he was old, his strength was still above the other gods of the Ancestral Star. Twelve gods died in Kunxing, but he, the only one of them, came back alive, which shows how amazing his combat power was!

Unfortunately, he is old, after all, his qi and blood are not as powerful as his peak, his magic power is not as strong as his peak, and his mental power is much weaker than before.

This is the old man's sorrow.

Although Zhong Yue did not tell Shi Buyi and Gongsun Xuanyuan what was his flaw, he couldn't hold on for long.

"Senior Jiumu, do you still have to fight?"

Zhong Yue turned around and said, "The situation is settled now, even if you fight to the death, it will be useless. There is no need to fight anymore. I will let the altar go and you can leave."

Zhu Jiumu laughed: "Zhongshan, will you stop sealing after I leave?"

Zhong Yue shook his head.

Zhu Jiumu shouted: "Then let's fight! I'm not here to escape by myself. If I want to escape by myself, why should I come?"

Zhong Yue frowned. He fully understood the old man's idea. Zhu Jiumu's purpose here was to kill him and to stop this Fengshan Festival. Since Zhong Yue was not dead, he had to continue fighting, either Zhong Yue died or himself!

Zhong Yue sighed and stopped persuading him.

Zhu Jiumu had more and more wounds on his body, and it was more difficult to avoid the Xuanyuan Sword, and it was harder to defend against the attacks on Master Wei.

He is indeed old, and the old man's physical fitness may be able to maintain at its peak at the beginning, but after being tired, it will be a cliff-like decline, and it will be difficult to persevere.

His defeat was doomed.

Suddenly, Zhu Jiumu's white hair was flying, his whole body was filled with blood, he no longer defended, he bent his bow with all his strength, and blood flew out of his heart, turning into a blood arrow, shooting at Zhong Yue with one arrow!

The light of this arrow is extremely dazzling, containing his lifelong magical channels and his lifelong thoughts and sustenance, and its power is earth-shaking.

Zhu Jiumu bleed in his chest, used blood as an arrow, and pulled his bow again, and another blood arrow shot towards Zhong Yue.

He used his own blood as an arrow and shot eight arrows in an instant. When the last arrow was shot, his blood and blood were exhausted. Suddenly, Xuanyuan cut off his head with a sword, and Shi Buyi's Baji Killing Formation cut off his hands.

Zhu Jiumu's head soared into the sky. His one-eyed eyes were still looking at Zhong Yue, and he saw Zhong Yue raise his hand and grab the scale mirror and blocking him.

Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding

A series of explosions came, and blood arrows hit the mirror, shattering and turning into bloodshots.

Zhu Jiumu smiled. Suddenly, bloodshot turned into countless arrows and walked around the mirror, turning into a huge net, and shot Zhong Yue from all directions!

Zhong Yue looked up at him and showed a look of indulgence, but three divine lights shot out from his eyes. He cut Zhu Jiumu's head apart one step ahead of the blood arrow.

Zhu Jiumu's eyes were dim and the blood arrows were out of control, but dozens of bloody arrows still pierced Zhong Yue's body.

"Senior, go..."

Zhong Yue reached out and Zhu Jiumu's divine bow fell into his hand. Zhong Yue stared at the bow and murmured: "Don't hate me, everyone is for their own tribe... Naturally, let's open it for me!"

He roared repeatedly, and he activated the Fengshan Festival with all his strength, mobilizing all the power of the Festival. The totem patterns around the city of nature finally began to float and gradually collapsed!

However, those totem patterns collapsed, but the city of nature kept pouring out to replenish them and kept the body of the natural ancestor unshaved.

"Boy Yue is the innate energy!"

Tinghuo suddenly said: "His innate energy is still there, and he will maintain his body without destruction! Your current sacrificial power is probably still a little short of that. Only then can you sacrifice the innate energy!"

"Is there a little bit of strength left?"

Zhong Yue gritted his teeth and suddenly threw out the Divine Wing Sword and sacrificed it with the Divine Sword.

Tinghuo said annoyedly: "Actually, it's enough to sacrifice this big lion. The big lion is the most useless. It's a male. It can't be mate. It's a pity if the divine wing knife is sacrificed..."

For him, the creatures in this world can only be divided into two types. Those suitable for Zhong Yue’s mating, but those not suitable for Zhong Yue’s mating are that simple.

After a while, the Divine Wing Sword disappeared, and the City of Nature began to collapse. Zhong Yue stood in front of the city, watching the body of the Nature Ancestor melting bit by bit.

One goes up and the other goes down, and the body of the ancestor naturally becomes faster and faster. After a few hours, this natural city completely disappears.

Zhong Yue suddenly squatted and half-kneeled, pressing his palm in the center of the altar.

The power of the Fengshan Festival suddenly burst out, and a blood-colored ball of light expanded outward along Montenegro, with an unimaginable speed. With a buzzing sound, it spread all over the world in a few breaths.

Another blood-colored light ball burst out from the center of the Fengshan altar, and then another buzzing sound, and a third blood-colored light ball appeared.

Blood-colored balls of light expanded from the center of the altar, covering the world over and over again!

"I curse!"

Zhong Yue raised his head and shouted: "I curse, the gods on the ancestor star have lost all their blood. The descendants of the gods have been cursed and imprisoned by my bloodline for generations!"

"I curse the demon clan on the Ancestral Star, the blood of the demons is lost, and the descendants of the demon clan have been imprisoned by my bloodline for generations!"

"I curse the Kun tribe on the Ancestral Star, Kun's blood is lost, and the descendants of Kun tribe have been confined by my bloodline for generations!"

Zhong Yue paused and suddenly spoke again: "I curse, the descendants of the Xiaomang God Clan will feed on human feces."

He slowly stood up, his hair turned white, and he lowered his head: "All sins will belong to me!"

Shi Buyi and the young Xuanyuan looked at him blankly, and saw Zhong Yue getting older quickly. He was cursed by the descendants of the gods and demons Kun.

He lost nearly ten thousand years of life.

Zhong Yue opened the six great mysterious realms and cultivated into the six realms of reincarnation. His life span itself was extremely long, and he had a life span of ten thousand years before he became a god.

Now, he only has a few hundred years of life left.

He also paid a heavy price for this Fengshan Festival!

"Fortunately, the human leaders of their descendants do not have to pay such a big price."

Zhong Yue laughed loudly, put away the copper lamp and scale mirror, and said lightly: "Big Lion, Xuanyuan, let's go."

The three of them walked out of the Black Mountain. The young Xuanyuan looked back and suddenly said, "Uncle Zhong, what is the name of this mountain? The name of Black Mountain is not very consistent with its role in our human race."

Zhong Yue was intrigued and smiled and said, "What do you think it should be called?"

The young Xuanyuan looked at the sky crying and the bloody rain, flooding the water below, flooding the foot of the Black Mountain, suddenly had an idea and smiled and said, "I decided to create a word. The three of us were on the water, so we used the three of us to create this word on the water."

He wrote a text and said, "I call it Tai, Tai, which means to flatten the floods and beasts, bring peace to all ages, and to be the mainstay of the human race. Uncle Zhong is here to open up the great cause of my human race, so I call it Taishan!"
Chapter completed!