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Chapter 1166 The Ten Emperors

"what?"

"Wu Rong only has a few thousand years left to live?"

"Who said that?!" Xiong Boyen widened his eyes and stood up from his seat in surprise. There seemed to be some doubt, confusion and fear in his eyes. He stared at the person who spoke, Xiong Ji Zong, as if seeking confirmation.

Xiong Ji Zong still had an excited look on his face.

He said with great joy: "Of course it's true."

"He exhausted all his energy in the battle against Tianyuan. The reason he didn't fall ill immediately was because of his strong Taoism."

"If Wu Rong only has a few thousand years left to live, as long as we can hold on, the underworld will be in chaos by then."

The scenario of the underworld's collapse was already on his mind.

"Do not."

Xiong Boshen paced back and forth, shook his head and said, “It’s troublesome!”

"trouble?"

"It's true that Wu Rong is the one in power in the underworld, but the foundation of everything lies with that person." Xiong Boyen's expression was solemn. Ever since that person achieved great supernatural powers, calling him by his name would be noticed.

Once Wu Rong dies, and another powerful person takes control of the Zunhun Banner, it will be the real doomsday for all cultivators in the world from now on.

There is no longer any immortality in the world of cultivation.

Reincarnation and rebirth will also result in different punishments depending on good and evil.

Not to mention the distant future, if all the practitioners in today's world were to be reincarnated, at least half would have to go to hell to be fried, boiled and stir-fried to cleanse their karma, and the remaining half would be divided into the six realms, and perhaps a large number of them would go to the animal realm.

"Convene a meeting of elders."

A few moments.

The Underworld Clan held another clan meeting in the Sea of ​​Blood.

In the past, it was not seen once every thousand years, but now it can be seen every two or three days.

With this statement, anyone with a discerning eye can already see the problem.

Xiong Zhongchang said sternly: "No wonder he is so anxious. Thousands of years have passed in the blink of an eye. He must want to complete his great cause before his death."

"That's exactly right!" Xiong Boyen let out a long sigh. If he was still wavering last month, now that he heard the news, he no longer had a neutral mentality. As a clan of the underworld located in the middle reaches of the Styx, they would be the first to bear the brunt of the expansion of the underworld, and there was no way they would be allowed to stay safe in their own bed.

……

Dun Yi, who hurried into the hall, was a little surprised.

He saw the second elder of the Underworld Clan, as well as several elders of the Underworld Clan.

Right now in Senluo Palace.

Thinking back carefully, the Ministry of Rites did not inform me of these things.

Now, the Lord of the Underworld, Lord Luodu, the King of Life, is walking down the stairs.

He didn't walk fast.

However, the people in the audience did not show any signs of being annoyed. Instead, they stood up with great joy and some anticipation.

The words that were on the tip of his tongue were swallowed back by Dun Yi.

He just waited.

"After we parted all that year, the Second Elder is still as charming and elegant as ever." Wu Rong bowed.

"I dare not. The Palace Master is even better than before!"

Xiong Boshen hurriedly returned the greeting, expressing his humble attitude as much as possible. He originally thought that there was room for easing tensions with the underworld, until he heard a piece of news that the Lord of the Underworld had less than a few thousand years left to live.

It could be two thousand or it could be three thousand, no one can be sure.

The moment he learned the news, he quickly summoned the elders of the clan and rushed to Senluo Palace before anyone else arrived.

Fortunately, he was summoned by Wu Rong.

"When I came here, my ancestor told me to obey the orders of the Underworld. The Underworld cultivators are willing to join the Underworld and help the Underworld unify the upper and middle reaches of the Styx."

The second elder, Xiong Boxen, did not dare to be arrogant and hurried over.

Just when he was about to say something, he saw Wu Rong wave his hand slightly and said, "Second Elder, please take a seat. There will be many people coming today."

"many people?"

Xiong Boshen sat down half-believing and half-doubting.

A little while.

The room was filled with murderous aura, and the heavy footsteps sounded like mountain thunder.

hum.

A figure stepped into the Senluo Palace. He was tall and thin, carrying a long and narrow sword case on his back. His long hair fluttered, his robe fluttered, and he looked like a demon fairy. His eyes on his forehead were half open and half closed, emitting a bloody glow.

A group of Hades Clan cultivators looked surprised: "Ancestor?!"

"Get out!" The Blood Sea Ancestor turned his head and shouted.

Xiong Boshen hurriedly led his men to retreat.

"The senior is finally here." Wu Rong bowed.

The Blood Sea Patriarch sighed helplessly. These disciples of his sect were not capable of great things. Although they had good cultivation, they were not able to take on important tasks. He had no choice but to personally take action and returned the greeting by bowing, "Palace Master."

Nothing more was said.

"Senior please."

A few moments.

A young man in gorgeous clothes stepped into the hall. The aura around him disappeared in an instant. He was clearly standing there, but it seemed as if he was everywhere and yet did not exist at all.

The young man wore a crown on his head, nodded slightly, and said with a salutation: "Daoist Xuehai, you are here really early."

Xue Hai returned the greeting and said, "Emperor Taiyue."

The person in front of him was from the Yin clan, one of the ten clans. He was the ancient emperor. I didn’t expect that he would come here in person today.

"Senior Taiyue, please." Wu Rong gestured for Emperor Taiyue to take a seat.

Tai Yue Emperor said with a smile: "What a hero the Palace Master is. Please wait for an old man like me."

As he spoke, he sat down and looked around. The silent Senluo Hall was deserted. He immediately realized that he had arrived early, but today's events were normal no matter whether he arrived early or late.

While he was searching, another monk with a majestic head and huge body stepped into the hall. The monk was wearing scale armor and a helmet, and his nine eyeballs were gathered into a huge pupil. The man was none other than King Ganaro of the Candle Clan.

The War King of the recent past. "Bring the wine!"

When Wu Rong waved, the table was already filled with divine cooking ingredients and fine wines.

"You're welcome." King Ganaro raised his three arms and bowed before sitting down.

He glanced sideways and said calmly, "The Ten Kings Alliance has not been held for a long time. I didn't expect it to be here."

As he spoke, he looked towards Wu Rong, as if he wanted to see something from Wu Rong. When the divine light gathered from his nine rotating eyeballs shone over, King Ganaro only felt as if he saw endless darkness.

There was a figure standing vaguely at the end of the darkness.

The figure actually slowly turned his head and stepped out from the illusion.

laugh!

The fire of karma was burning fiercely, and King Ganara quickly closed his eyes. When he opened them again, the figure had disappeared.

"Gana Luo, how can you test his strength? He used the underworld as his root, and evolved the eighteen layers of the illusory hell, engraved the laws of good and evil in the world, and learned the law from the Emperor of Heaven in the Demon Abyss, and broke the immortal calamity with all three methods. He just killed the emperor with a few moves. Even in the fifth step, he is in the middle and upper level."

"It's not that the Lord of Heaven is here, but the Heavenly Dao seal has not yet spread throughout the world, and the Eighteen Layers of Hell have not been completely stabilized."

The voice was like a dragon's roar or a huge bell. A sturdy monk walked into the Senluo Hall. He was wearing full armor, with exposed fangs and scarlet hair floating through the gaps in the armor. It didn't look like hair but more like some terrifying magic.

King Ganaro snorted coldly: "Old zombie!"

The Corpse King glanced at him with his black eyes, and without paying any attention, he walked forward and bowed, saying, "Meet the Lord of the Underworld."

"Senior, you are embarrassing me."

"please."

The Corpse King sat upright.

As one of the ten clans in Yintian, the Corpse Clan should be considered one of the three middle clans.

"The old man is still so serious." A monk in a robe stepped into the hall. His entire face had no facial features, only the deep starry sky. Even the exposed skin was the same. The overall look was as if the starry sky had turned into a walking monk.

The monk can smile even though he has no facial features.

At least Wu Rong saw his smile.

Heavenly beings!

Also known as the Celestial Clan.

It is one of the top three tribes among the ten tribes of Yintian.

"I'm not here to listen to these things." The monk with a dragon head and a human body, sharp claws and feathers had a calm expression.

The ancient dragon emperor bowed slightly and found his seat.

"Who else hasn't come?" The ancient emperor of the heavenly people glanced over and took a closer look. He found that the cultivator covered in the faint sand and dust of time and space had already taken his seat. It was none other than the ancient emperor of the wild clan.

This person seemed to have been forgotten on the edge of the universe, becoming an uncatchable widow, yet he did not attract anyone's attention.

"Ghost tribe..."

Before he finished speaking, the pale-faced Ghost Emperor appeared on the stage.

The slightly scarlet eyes looked around.

He thought it was just an ordinary matter, but who would have thought that the ghost clan would provoke such a powerful enemy, so he had to come.

"I am polite."

The Ghost Emperor was quite helpless. He had finally achieved the fifth-step supernatural power with the Sky-Repairing Method, but turned around and found that the big clan was in danger. He thought it was a catastrophe from God and was ready to show his skills. Who would have expected that this person would kill an ordinary fifth-step cultivator like killing a chicken? Only then did he realize that this was not his own catastrophe, but a catastrophe for all cultivators in the world.

"Senior please."

Wu Rong looked at the eight people present with a normal expression, as only two were missing.

"It seems I am late." Emperor Yan was wearing black barbarian armor, holding an ancestral halberd in his hand, and on his right wrist there was a small shield that emitted invisible light.

When he walked into the hall, the two ancestral weapons immediately disappeared, and even the armor on his body turned into a black robe.

A mask of adamantium concealed his face.

"not late."

"Someone hasn't come yet."

"Who?"

"Who else?"

"The largest clan, the God Burial Clan."

Among the ten clans, the Burial God Clan is the most mysterious, but every member of the Burial God Clan is a great figure, and it is said that the Burial God Clan can compete with Dongyue.

Just when everyone thought that the cultivators of the Burial God Clan would not come, a white-haired old man walked over, like a peerless warrior who had walked out of the ruins of ancient immortals. He was tall and majestic, with an aura like a mountain and as thick as the sky and the sea. Just standing there, he brought with him unparalleled murderous intent and a faint smell of blood.

Divine blood!

And it is the blood of a powerful natural god.

The person in front of him was undoubtedly the one who buried the ancient god.

The old man had two horns on his head, which were only slightly raised.

Fairy fluff is dispersing and fairy air is floating in the air.

At a glance, everyone recognized this person's identity, an ancient immortal from the Burial God Clan.

The old immortal focused his gaze on Wu Rong: "Who is Tushan Jun?"

hum!

The Red-Haired Ghost Emperor suddenly appeared.

A tall figure over two meters tall stood behind Wu Rong, like an immortal pillar of heaven.

The old immortal nodded slightly. Just by identifying his aura, he knew clearly that the Ghost Emperor not far away was an invincible strong man.

However, what he feared was not the Ghost Emperor but Dong Yue.

No one knows how many fifth-step powerful monks there are in Dongyue. In fact, there is no need to know, because the brilliance of one person is enough to make everyone else dim.

Just as he was thinking, the old immortal suddenly turned around, his pupils shrank involuntarily, and the figure that should have been in his memory was actually walking slowly towards him.

Tushan Jun pulled open the main pole of the Zunhun Banner.

The ancestral emperor's weapon was held in his hand.

The fangs moved slightly.

Spit out:

"Qingdi!"