From the world of the demon clan, Fengming Mountain went south, and to the Great Wall of the North of the human clan, a slightly "narrow" area on the map, the sky is hard to fall, and the black and white are uneven... and the color flowing between "black" and "white" is gray.

The land of gray.

Almost all the powerful people who had reached the Nirvana realm left a ray of divine thoughts on Fengming Mountain.

The significance of Fengming Mountain in the world of the demon clan is equivalent to the Great Wall in the Northern Territory of the Sui Dynasty. This is the last bottom line of the southern border of the demon clan. For many years, the two sides have fought each other south of Fengming Mountain and north of the Great Wall in the Northern Territory.

The Emperor Guangming of the Great Sui Dynasty left an imperial edict, and as long as the ban on the upside-down sea was not broken for a day, the war between the two tribes would not really break.

Therefore, the fight in the ashes is just a "small fight". In the past thousands of years, there has never been a situation where the demon clan breaks through the Great Wall of the North, or humans break the "Fengming Mountain".

Although the demon clan cedes the land and the races compete for power, the positions of the Nirvana Demon Saints can be considered clear and clear. The great people who can stand at the last step can be clear in the face of major issues and leave a ray of divine thoughts. Although the deity is not here, it is enough to deal with "emergency situations".

Today's Fengming Mountain is not peaceful.

The "white long lamp" of the great elder of the Golden-winged Great Phang clan, the divine thought left on Fengming Mountain seemed to be swaying... This is actually just a small matter, and it will not attract attention in normal times.

However, when the "Old Dragon Bell" in Fengming Mountain rings, the divine thoughts of the Nirvana Demon Saint will condense and appear.

"Dong--"

"Dong--"

"Dong--"

The bell rang at the top of Fengming Mountain. At the same time, a "man" wearing a wide black robe was slowly climbing the mountain. His robe was stained with some golden blood. He was extremely tall and his steps were slow, and the bell opened.

Above the top of the mountain.

The consciousnesses of several Nirvana demon saints were condensed into shape.

At the first moment, someone noticed the strangeness of the "white long lamp".

The "form" condensed by the wisp of divine thoughts is as ethereal as smoke, and looks quite unstable and may disperse at any time. This great elder of the Golden-winged Great Plug clan in the East Demon Realm is extremely powerful, and his merits are related to fortune. Even in the Nirvana Realm, he is still a difficult character.

And when the mind condenses its body, is there something unexpected happening?

These days, the recent situation of the Eastern Demon Realm has become somewhat suspicious in the hearts of all demon saints.

How can Yan Cang hide it from ordinary practitioners?

The chessboard in the Western Demon Realm collapsed, and the plans of the Golden-winged Great Phang clan over the years were like a bamboo basket to draw water, and all of them were failed. The one who led to all this was not someone else, but a human sword cultivator named "Ning Yi".

And when such a big thing happened, the East Demon Realm, which was vengeful, didn't respond?

The "Baidi" they fear the most could not find even a little bit of aura.

Today's white long lamp is unstable in its shape. This scene made several demon saints see it, and some of the thoughts in their hearts are vaguely implemented and proved.

Seeing this, Bai Changdeng just smiled and said calmly: "You don't need to worry. Bai is not in good health, but today... he needs to use his divine thoughts to travel, which will not hinder Fengming Mountain."

He looked at the man who was shocking the "Old Dragon Bell" with his own strength.

The "young man" who reached the ranks shouldered two completely different feelings of time, one is as young as a newborn, and the other is as precipitated as the sea. However, these two contradictory feelings are combined together... The "old dragon bell" of Fengming Mountain is a treasure left by the "Donghuang" co-prime leader of the demon clan two thousand years ago.

This man carries the biggest puzzle as today.

Even these demon saints cannot prove whether he was "reincarnated by the Eastern Emperor"?

"The feeling of time has become even heavier since the last meeting." A demon saint from the northern region muttered to himself beside Bai Changdeng, "The blood in his body is awakening. This is indeed the most powerful emperor blood in ancient times..."

Paused.

The demon saint frowned, "Is the blood on his body...?"

Kirin blood!

On Fengming Mountain, there are no practitioners from Badu City.

Although the old man from Badu left a ray of divine thought, he had not arrived at Fengming Mountain in person for too long. A large force like Badu City is more like a "outer sect" who has become a transcendent. There are a lot of conflicts and a lot of opportunities in the Ashes, and all of this has been abandoned.

An extraordinary force with a rare number of ancient blood is indeed unable to call the wind and rain like the Golden-winged Roc tribe in the gray land. After all, that "golden feather" often represents the entire Eastern Demon Realm.

If there was a demon saint from Badu City on Fengming Mountain at this moment, his face would definitely be very ugly.

In the Western Demon Realm chessboard battle, the news of Donghuang defeating Jiang Lin has spread throughout the demon clan, and it is widely known. However, what kind of "battle situation" is this battle? Is it whether the Qilin will eventually lose, or Donghuang will win with a crushing momentum... This is an unknown secret.

Today, the man in the black robe who was climbing the mountain did not even have any injuries on his body... the golden Qilin blood on his robe had already revealed the answer.

Jiang Lin was defeated miserably at his hands.

Bai Changdeng's eyes were dim and uncertain.

"Jiang Lin was defeated..." He had already received news from Bai Tara, but now he saw "Donghuang" with his own eyes, and he still felt a little emotional in his heart.

All those who can achieve Nirvana are amazing practitioners.

At this moment, they were still a little moved when they were climbing the mountain, looking at the surging qi and blood in each other's body, looking at the almost perfect blood structure... Compared to before, the young Donghuang became stronger.

When this guy left Fengming Mountain, he did not take the old Longzhong away, but said jokingly, "When I traveled and confirmed my identity as the number one person in the world, I will come back to get the clock."

For this sentence, after Bai Rulai rushed to the East Demon Realm to report the situation, Bai Changdeng specially gave the prince of the East Demon Realm two extremely powerful treasures to avoid encountering the East Emperor and suffering a loss like Jiang Lin... If this person was really the reincarnation of the demon clan's co-lord two thousand years ago, then neither Jiang Lin nor Bai Rulai could be his opponent.

At least for now, it cannot be matched.

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The stairs are shaken.

Fengming Mountain Ridge shook slightly with Donghuang's steps.

The extremely tall figure walked slowly, but with every step, something seemed to burst out at the core of this ancient mountain.

The demon cultivators in the gray land raised their heads and looked up at the figure.

"It's Donghuang...he's back?"

"The blood on his body is Jiang Lin's blood! It is Qilin's blood!"

"Oh my God, he wasn't hurt at all?"

One sound after another spread across the Fengming Mountain realm, and the divine thoughts of these demon cultivators collided with each other, conveying the news of the return of the Eastern Emperor.

"Donghuang" is the most important young figure in Fengming Mountain in recent years.

His appearance swept away the decay of the demon clan in the gray land, and even gave the Great Sui Dynasty a fierce counterattack... Cao Ye and the others of the Great Sui Dynasty had participated in the "war" in the gray land. At that time, they swept invincible, and almost no one in the demon clan could resist.

The Emperor Dong directly suppressed all the opponents he encountered, and the Sui Dynasty did not dare to defeat him!

He returns to Fengming Mountain today to win the "Old Dragon Bell"!

He wants to prove himself and... to fulfill that bet.

Go to the top of the mountain.

The man in black robe had no sadness or joy in his eyes. When he left, his bloodline was not as strong as today, and it was still not perfect at this moment. In the years after he left, he had experienced many life and death and finally saw a small perfection.

"Donghuang" looked at the demon saints who were much higher than his level of cultivation. He had no awe or look up in his eyes. The demon clan had bet on three Nirvana treasures in the world, and what he was waiting for was his return.

And today is the time when cause and effect bloom.

He smiled and said, "Everyone, I've been waiting for a long time."

It's time.

Donghuang raised one hand.

He clenched his fists.

Between the heaven and earth, on Fengming Mountain, the dragon bell trembled, and a golden and burly old dragon poked out its long and narrow head from the clouds and mist, roared and possessed it between the sound waves, and finally collided with the only entity on the top of the mountain.

Donghuang closed his eyes.

The demonic power accumulated in Fengming Mountain for many years finally burst out, and the power accumulated over the past two thousand years was initiated at this moment-

He sensed the wind and frost of the past two thousand years, and this treasure was united with his soul.

Innate spiritual treasure.

Old Longzhong.

The entire Fengming Mountain, for a moment, the glazed color shines brightly!

The bells rolling open.

Thousands of miles away, the Great Wall in the North.

In the general's mansion, Chen Yuanjun, who was quietly hanging his wolf's hair, suddenly raised his eyebrows, and the paper in front of his desk trembled slightly, and an invisible aura poured out of the window.

He gently put down the brush, pressed the long knife on the table with one hand, and slowly stood up.

The moment the pen fell, the study room was empty.

At the entire Great Wall of the North, where the three Nirvana treasures were hung, there were continuous explosions like rolling thunder. The causal power carved in the three treasures was repeated and long.

When the two worlds fought, the great figures in the Nirvana realm added a lottery. On both sides of the north and south, three Nirvana treasures were added as the "bet" for victory or defeat. Even in the hanging city, Nirvana treasures were extremely rare... It can be seen that the weight of this battle was so deep.

Chen Yuanjun's figure instantly arrived at the gate of the Great Wall in the North.

He had no expression on his face, pressed his hands on the top of the city wall, looking into the distant earth.

The rolling bells spread across the Ashes.

The formation of the Great Wall in the North triggered itself, and countless huge scales like glass rose around the Great Wall. The bells rolled to the edge of the gray land and gradually dissipated.

In the end, only one figure was left.

The divine thoughts of the Eastern Emperor were like gods, rolling and condensed between the clouds and mists.

That towering figure sat at the highest point of the heaven and earth, overlooking all living beings.

A black bell with a dragon pattern above his head and said mutely: "I'll fulfill the bet."

Paused.

"Da Sui, is someone coming to fight me?"

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