The rainbow that covers the sky shines

Chapter 316 The Ultimate Emperor Pass
This candle dragon is very strong, it is a powerful holy king, when its energy and blood are surging like a volcano erupting, you can feel the billowing heat waves thousands of miles away.

But it has not reached the Great Sage after all, so it cannot be the opponent of a group of Saint Kings, not to mention there are two "Quasi-Great Saints" who have not yet crossed the catastrophe.

However, in the face of such a disparity in combat power, Zhulong was full of confidence, his slender and huge body was winding and hovering, and his voice was like thunder:
"This is the territory of the Candle Dragon Tribe, and even if the gods come, they must be subdued!"

The one eye on the forehead closes and opens, and the world changes color!
Countless giant monuments glowed among the mountains, ancient runes flew, and the divine chain of order blocked the void.

A gigantic candle dragon phantom rose from the horizon, pressing down on mountains and rivers, making the sun and moon obscure, covering the entire sky, majestic and majestic!
This is an ancient brand, but it has quasi-emperor-level combat power. It manifests under the control of Zhulong and suppresses the current world. This is its confidence!
However, to Zhulong's surprise, none of the group of creatures in front of him showed even the slightest bit of panic in front of Zhundi's brand, but they all looked interested.

Especially the leader, Feng Jinghong, completely ignored its warning, with a pair of sky eyes sweeping around unscrupulously, admiring:
"What a survivor of Kunlun, actually infiltrated and modified this ancient sealing circle for his own use, it is really powerful and extraordinary!"

Having cultivated the secrets of group characters and origin techniques to a very high level, he easily saw through the means used by Zhulong. The opponent borrowed the terrain of the sealed land and the power of the formation.

Although only a small part of the power can be mobilized, and it is only on the edge of the fairy road, this is already very remarkable, after all, the seal formation here is the work of Huangtian Emperor and Emperor Zun!
"Who are you, and how do you know this?" Zhulong's eyes were full of fear.

The other party's posture and words made him feel heavy pressure, and even the Zhundi brand behind him couldn't give him enough sense of security.

Feng Jinghong smiled and said: "Don't be so nervous, the survivors of Kunlun and I are friends rather than enemies, come down and we'll talk."

As he spoke, he stomped his feet lightly, the mountains were silent, the pattern faded, and the huge imprint of Emperor Zhun dissipated out of thin air.

Zhulong was shocked, the opponent actually stripped his control of the formation so easily!
Just as it was about to escape, it saw a golden three-headed lion walking out of the opponent's team: "Okay, don't bother, we are indeed not enemies." Then he opened his mouth and spat out a token.

Zhulong looked at the token in surprise: "Kunlun Token!"

It looked at the three lions carefully, and finally remembered some records in the clan: "So it's your lineage..."

After some exchanges, Zhulong understood the identities of Feng Jinghong and his party, and finally let go of his guard.

"I said why hasn't a ray of fairy light flowed out for more than ten years, so you have cut off all of them!" Zhulong gritted his teeth.

"It's not yours in the first place, whoever gets it will belong to them. Now that we know our identities, let's get out of the way quickly. This king is going to cross the catastrophe, so be careful to chop you!" The three lions said impatiently.

However, his tone angered Zhulong, who sneered and said with some disdain:
"According to the ancient books, the three lions among the Kunlun tribes are the most staunch and unyielding. Unexpectedly, they are now reduced to other people's mounts. What a shame!"

The three lions were furious, and just about to take action to repair this ignorant fellow clan, but Zhulong had already slipped away far away.

"I'll deal with you after this king's catastrophe..."

……

Feng Jinghong and the three lions crossed the Great Sacred Tribulation at the same time, the vast sea of ​​thunder illuminated the entire Feixian Starfield, and countless strong men who had been hiding for many years were alarmed to come to watch.

"The blood is like the sea, the foundation is solid, and he was promoted to the great sage at the age of less than [-] years. The line of the three-headed lion has produced an incredible descendant!" A primitive giant covered with long hair sighed.

"This is a good thing. Although it is not in Feixianxing, it is also from my Kunlun lineage. When the great world comes, the more strong the better!" said an old candle dragon.

"That's right, and our Flying Immortal Star has produced many excellent juniors in this life, not inferior to theirs, especially Zhujiu, he is not far from the Great Sage, right?" said Qiongqi.

"Soon, soon..." Old Zhulong responded with a gratified smile.

Zhujiu is the Zhulong that Feng Jinghong and the others met, and it is the supreme among the younger generation of Feixianxing.

These powerhouses who are being discussed now are the principals of the Kunlun survivors, Xuangui, Baihe, Qiongqi, Taotie, Wuwu, Chaos, Candle Dragon, Giant...

More than a dozen great sages stood in one place, each with their own majesty and majesty, and the horror of the Kunlun survivors can be seen.

After a moment of silence, the boss of the Xuangui Clan suddenly said, "What do you think of this junior of the Phoenix Clan?"

"The talent is unrivaled, rare in ancient times!" the Great Sage of the White Tiger Clan praised.

"The old man has seen his bone age, and it should not exceed a hundred years. At this age, he has cultivated to become a great sage. The future of this son is limitless, and I am afraid that he will not be weaker than his father!" Old Zhulong also said.

Feng Jinghong didn't hide her identity. This group of great saints had already learned from Zhujiu, which was why they paid so much attention to Feng Jinghong.

There was a deep relationship between the Immortal Emperor and the Kunlun survivors back then. If possible, they also hope that this relationship can be preserved.

"If so, can we bet on him in this life?" the Great Sage of the White Crane Clan said.

"Let's wait for the ancestor to decide, he should have noticed..." The Great Sage Xuangui concluded.

……

The great sage-level catastrophe is extremely terrifying, Feng Jinghong ascends to the heavenly court, beheads the emperor, fights in blood, and kills to the point of madness!
At the last moment, the heavenly court collapsed, and he swallowed all the thunder and thunder in one gulp to replenish his body, and the group of great saints who watched with a ferocious posture took a breath of air.

This year, Feng Jinghong was 99 years old and became a great sage!

After the catastrophe dissipated, Feng Jinghong came from the starry sky riding three lions, feeling oppressive as if he was the ruler of the world.

"We have underestimated him for having developed a supreme aura so early..." The Great Sage Xuangui sighed.

……

The heritage of the Kunlun survivors is deeper than Feng Jinghong expected. They actually have two quasi-emperors, a black tortoise, and a candle dragon, and the candle dragon is also a high-ranking quasi-emperor of Jiuchongtian.

The only problem is that these two quasi-emperors are already very old, and their blood is declining.

Feng Jinghong thought about it for a while, this is right, after all, the survivors of Kunlun and Qi practitioners have fought for thousands of years, if there is no strong enough quasi-emperor, how can they withstand the attack of Rong Chengzi, Ge Xuan, Lao Tzu and other top powerhouses? cutting.

The two quasi-emperors met Feng Jinghong in person, and the two had a pleasant talk, continuing the covenant of the age of mythology.

When Feng Jinghong left from Feixianxing, there was another candle dragon beside his followers.

Like the three-headed lions, Zhu Jiu was naturally unconvinced at first, even if this was the meaning of the quasi-emperor ancestor of the clan. He thought that he was no worse than anyone else in the world, and strongly demanded a fair fight with Feng Jinghong.

Naturally, Feng Jinghong would not refuse, and suppressed his realm to the point where the Holy King Bachongtian fought with him, and almost beat the young Supreme of the Kunlun survivors to autism.

"Hey, isn't this the invincible young supreme of our Kunlun survivors, the staunch and unyielding Zhujiu, why did he come to be a follower for others?" The three lions were provocative.

Zhulong was ashamed and indignant, and said back: "That's better than a mount!"

"Hey!" The three lions were in a good mood at the moment, they laughed and didn't care anymore.

……

Time flies, and 20 years have passed in a flash.

Feng Jinghong and his party crossed the ancient roads of several tribes and experienced countless dangers, but with their current strength, there were very few things that could pose a threat.

On this day, they broke through an ancient world and stepped onto the altar they left.

When it reappeared, there was no way in front of it, only a majestic pass stood up.

The majestic pass is nameless, surrounded by chaos, and the years cannot erase its traces, showing the atmosphere in the emptiness.

The pillars towering like stars stand in front of Xiongguan, like pillars supporting the sky, engraved with the veins of time.

The names resounding through the long river of time are engraved on the stone pillars one by one, Wanlonghuang, Qilinhuang, Xueyueqing, Dapenghuang, Daoyan, Renhuang, Ruoren, Void, Beginless, Wanqing...

"It's been 100 years, the ultimate emperor pass, finally arrived..." Feng Jinghong walked forward.

"You're finally here!" A majestic voice sounded, and only then did everyone notice a person sitting cross-legged in front of Xiongguan.

He is tall and tall, facing the Xiongguan Pass, with his back facing the crowd, with a majestic aura like a sea of ​​smoke, incomparably powerful and invincible.

"How long have you been waiting?" Feng Jinghong asked with a smile.

"Not much, just ten years." The man replied.

"I thought you didn't care about those things." Feng Jinghong said.

"The disciple doesn't say anything about the teacher's mistakes, and I didn't agree with his actions back then, so I didn't pay attention to it when the heavenly court collapsed.

But the revenge of killing the master must be avenged. Since you were born, there must be a battle between us! "The man got up and turned to face Feng Jinghong.

Feng Jinghong nodded: "Then let's fight, the outcome will be determined, and life and death will be decided!"

The man stretched out his hand as an invitation: "The emperor's apprentice—the emperor!"

"Son of the Immortal Emperor—Feng Jinghong!"

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