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Chapter 664 133. Saint King Luo: The Battle Flag of the Demon Gods

In the Ten Thousand Mountains, a huge dark golden square stele stands among the primitive and wild mountains. The inscription on the stele reaches straight into the sky. The clouds cover most of the content on the stele, but leave behind layers of terrifying outward pressure.

It was an aura that ordinary people could not sense. Only the masters of the Dao sects would be shocked by the oppressive force whenever they looked up at the sky above the Hundred Thousand Mountains. The ancestors were not surprised at all, because the green mountains were hidden, the square steles stood in a forest, and among the Hundred Thousand Mountains stood the throne of the most powerful creature in the world, the Guiyuan Saint who controlled the laws of the universe and space, and the Saint King who ended the war of the universe.

As people follow the broad road between the mountains into the depths of this ancient mountain range, they can see the mysterious Li witch tribe. They are descendants of the Holy King Emperor, who followed the Holy King Emperor in making great military exploits and annexed several star fields in Tianyang and Dahuang.

This mysterious tribe practices medicine and witchcraft, and has great influence in the area. Patients seeking medical treatment often travel across several states just to see the wizard of the Li tribe. The Li tribe is also known as the Jiuli. Legend has it that a long time ago, the Li tribe was a tribe located deep in the Shiwan Mountains. With the advent of the era of rise, the Shiwan Mountains expanded, and the Li tribe was divided into nine tribes, living in different parts of the mountains. Each of the Jiuli had a leader, and they all elected a high priest to rule the Jiuli.

At this moment, deep in the Ten Thousand Mountains, at the Jiuli Holy Altar.

The wizards chanted and danced around the altar, and the high priest wearing fox fur raised the wooden staff in his hand and chanted loudly about the hymns of praise to the Holy King and Emperor.

"The nine valleys are blocked and the enemy is coming. The emperor will rise and follow the order."

"The Holy King said——"

"When the sky is about to fall, I will stop it. When all the people worship me, I will shine. I wear golden armor and wield a sword. I wear a feather crown and stop the rebellion..."

The wizards' chants overlapped like waves, the inscriptions on the altar glowed, and the huge stone pillars around them resonated. Birds in the mountains fluttered their wings, and sand and stones rose lightly. The power that guided all things was changing silently.

This is a grand and ancient festival. Today, the Jiuli wizards came to the old site of the Li tribe and opened the altar to commemorate the Holy King who protected the Hundred Thousand Mountains and the Nine Provinces. From today onwards, the Hundred Thousand Mountains will completely free the square monument boundary wall, and this ancient mountain range will completely accept the creatures outside the mountains in these seven days.

This is the accumulation of countless opportunities, and the path to seeking the truth begins.

"What if someone comes here to cause trouble? There are so many good things in the Shiwanda Mountains..." The child asked his brother on the Golden Road.

The person holding the child's hand was a gentle young man. He smiled and replied, "Look at those golden pillars. Do you know what they are?"

"I know this! It's the Yufafang Stele of the Holy King Emperor!"

"That square stele, yes it can..." The brother's explanation with a smile suddenly stopped.

The child looked up in confusion and saw his brother's surprised expression. He turned his head and looked into the distance following his brother's gaze. The child was startled and then hid behind his brother timidly.

The sea of ​​clouds rolled in the distance, and a devil-like figure crossed the mountains and walked into the depths of the Shiwan Mountains. He seemed to notice the crowd and glanced back in that direction. His eyes were like a scarlet full moon hanging in the sky.

People on the Golden Avenue usually noticed something strange in the distance, and uneasy whispers were heard among the crowd.

"What is that? The demon god from the Hundred Thousand Mountains?" the child asked timidly.

"That person is not the demon god of the Hundred Thousand Mountains." The elder brother stroked the child's head, "He is the Lord of Changbai, the Fire of Returning to the Origin."

"I didn't expect this guy to come so quickly. Changbai is halfway across the nine provinces from here." He squinted his eyes, and his eyes, reflecting the vast green mountains, glowed like lava. "Be good, follow your sister to play."

"Brother, what about you?"

"Do you remember the host who invited us here? Brother is here as a guest, so of course I have to greet the host first."

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On the red earth, a huge and burly golden king sat cross-legged with a scarlet spear placed in front of him.

Another space independent of the material universe, it is based on the Yuhuadi where Xingtian is located and extends to its current appearance. The sky is occupied by a huge twisted black sphere. The surface is dark, but if you look inside carefully, you will find the stars rotating inside, as if it is another universe wrapped in it.

"Is your brother having fun in the Shiwan Mountains?" The Golden Monarch opened his eyes, and his three pairs of compound eyes were brighter than millions of stars. The monarch who lived over there was the Holy King and Emperor praised by the people of the Nine Provinces for all eternity.

His name not only resounds throughout the land of Kyushu, he is also revered as an immortal god of war by the stars. Before he became a saint, the Holy Path of Law encountered an obstacle. He used his ancestor's body to kill several ancient ones and buried the Holy Path. Even the unshakable ones were no match for him.

In the universal war, the Holy King held high the battle flag of the devil and trampled upon all the heavens and worlds. He tore open the barrier of the round sky and square earth with his flesh and blood and killed his way to the center of the sky, forcing the Nine Heavens to give in and withdraw his legions.

There is an ancient legend that says that the Holy King of Jiuzhou is the reincarnation of the past Lord Haoyu. He will dominate an era and sweep across hundreds of epochs!

"I'm afraid you don't want to go back to the Dragon Palace with me." The gentle young man walked over from the end of the red soil, and the light column of the River Map and Luo Shu slowly extinguished from behind him. The difference from before in the Hundred Thousand Mountains was that he now had golden dragon horns on his head, a dragon tail hanging from his wide black gilded robe, and his hands were covered with scales.

The Dragon King of the Yellow River, Hengchao, is also the source of today's water.

"Saint King, is there anything in the universe that I need to do?" Heng Chao was respectful and polite, and bowed to Luo.

"Of course." The Holy King did not move, but a golden token flew into Heng Chao's hand. Heng Chao turned it over and frowned slightly.

"What does Tianyang want to do about the Taixu Cage?"

"Tianyang's Sima Ming Time Law is in that cage. Tianyang must want to rescue this Sima Ming." Another low voice sounded, the earth shook, and a demon-like giant shadow slowly approached, shrinking as it approached, and finally became an old ape half the height of a man. The old ape's eyes were solemn, and it was obvious that the Sima Ming Time Law made him afraid.

The Lord of Changbai, the source of fire, the throne of clarity.

“Chengtian, the leader of the Nine Heavens, has not embarked on the path of sainthood. Currently, the strongest person in Tianyang is Yin Yang Guiyuan. In the war of the universe, the Holy King made Yin Yang Guiyuan suffer a lot. He cannot seek help from Chengtian, so he will naturally turn his attention to Siming Shilu. This is the only creature in Guiyuan who has not been replaced. In other words, Siming Shilu has a background that we can't imagine.” Heng Chao said.

"He's lucky to be alive after Yin and Yang returned to their origin." The old ape snorted coldly.

"The discussion is so heated, am I late?" An arc of light streaked across the sky, and a woman in green clothes descended with a smile. Her arrival seemed to make the dry and hot red soil refreshing, and water vapor condensed in the air, and soon a drizzle fell.

The law of rain, An Wanxian.

"Long time no see, old monkey." A long wolf howl was heard in the biting wind and rain, mixed with the bloody smell of predators. In the distance, in the hazy rain curtain, a silver moon was hanging high, and the white wolf was walking on the moon.

Law of the Wind, Wolf King Dranosari.

Along with the strong wind and the silver moon, two hanging pillars of law light appeared.

The law of thunder, the current Tianshi of Tianshi Mansion Zhang Yaodou. The law of lightning, the false beast Xue Qi, the ancient wind, rain, thunder and lightning are now in Jiuzhou.

The Holy King was calm and still waiting.

"Oh my, why do you have to make it so formal?" A naughty female voice came, and the girl came swaggeringly with the Buddha's light on her shoulder, sat down next to the Holy King, and patted the Holy King's shell affectionately.

"Long time no see, long time no see." The girl nodded and bowed to the saints around her.

"Buddha, your words are too kind. We cannot accept them." The natural saints bowed in return.

"Is there no one here?" Chu Xing'er looked around.

The Holy King shook his head, "You are the last one."