Strongest Myth System

“How are you here?”

Qin Jun sound transmission asked, Li Yuanba also recognized the white emperor, his expression was wrong.

Baidi echoed: “I still want to ask you, you are not in the fight, what are you doing here?”

“Hong Meng is already a slap in the palm of his hand and can be dominated at any time,” Qin Jun replied.

When Bai Di listened, his mouth twitched, and the secret was really abnormal.

Immediately, he manipulated the city to fly to Qin Jun and the others.

Compared with before, this life city has a lot of changes, and there is a strange black qi around the city.

Qin Jun noticed that Bai Di’s cultivation base has been enhanced a lot, and has reached the Early Stage.

This guy is definitely obtained and not a small one!

The White Emperor waved: “I still don’t enter the city, do you want to come to the funeral mountain?”

Hear this, Qin Jun waved his sleeves and involved everyone in the city.

The creatures passing by in the distance are secretly curious.

“That is the city of life?”

“Hey! Be careful, the city is ominous, I will be less convinced!”

“How much attention does the burial mountain attract?”

“There was a spirit in the city.”

The creatures talked to each other, and there was no living to dare to get close to the city.

At the same time, Qin Jun and the others walked into a palace under the leadership of Bai Di, and Bai Di sat down to the first seat.

“Why are you coming to the eighth source plane?”

Bai Di asked, his eyes fell on Qin Jun, very interested.

Qin Jun explained it briefly. He still trusts Baidi.

“The original source of the Earth Race… the endless hole…”

Baidi frowned, his face was a bit ugly, saying: “If the two aliens are really Sun Wukong and Yang Jian, then it is troublesome, and it is okay to offend the heroic domain. There are many gods in the eighth source plane, you just hide, but you just hide, but Offend the court, there is no way you can hide.”

“What is the origin of the Imperial Court?” Li Yuanba curiously asked.

“The imperial court, known as the emperor, is the Emperor at the bottom of the bottom, and is deeply acquainted with the Emperor. Therefore, the Imperial Court can override the Divine Realm. Countless Emperors and Emperor want to join the Imperial Court because of the Imperial Court. There are many resources, no one knows how strong the court is.” Bai Di sighed.

He saw Li Yuanba and the ugly face of Mo Xie, so he said with relief: “But you can kill the glory, indicating that you are strong now.”

“You must be saved.”

Qin Jun is indifferent. Although he can resurrect the dead God and Demon, he can’t always make God and Demon fall and resurrect every time?

What is the use of his Heavenly Emperor prestige?

Baidi shook his head and said: “I know your character, but when you see the situation, you decide, if not for them?”

I am afraid that Qin Jun will save the wrong person and offend the court!

Although he did not come to the eighth source plane for a long time, he knew the horror of the court.

He once saw a Territory Lord in front of his kingdom. He was said to have offended the court, and a great emperor of the court gave him a sin of a million years, which caused quite a stir.

“Well, why did you come to the eighth source?”

Qin Jun asked the transfer topic, he was to settle the funeral mountain.

After saving Sun Wukong and Yang Jian, he will return to Hongmeng, first unifying Hongmeng, endlessly empty, and then planning.

“The city of life brought me, I don’t know the specific reasons.”

Bai Di reluctantly replied: “I am now integrated with the city of life, and every day is getting stronger, so I have no regrets.”

Fusion?

Qin Jun frowned, Hong Meng’s life city is related to the origin of the God Race, but the origin of the God Race can not cross the source plane, is it related to the mysterious existence of the teaching source God Race?

……

On the other side of the starry sky, a purple river descends from above, and the momentum is majestic and flows to the bottom of the starry sky.

Beside the purple Tianhe River, a fan-shaped golden ladder is suspended, from bottom to top, getting narrower and narrower.

There are tens of thousands of silhouettes on the golden ladder. Each body is overbearing, and the momentum is powerful. It is not a mediocrity.

They all looked respectfully at the top, standing on the top of the stalwart silhouette.

“Ziwei aura, it seems to be the Tianyuan Emperor.”

An indifferent and deep voice sounded, it was the silhouette of the stalwart.

He slowly turned around, up to two feet, a silver robe inlaid with countless tiny spirit stones, wearing a daisy crown, eyes closed, each with a scar, behind a pair of black feather wings, wingspan ten zhang, making He looks more majestic.

“Ghost God is on the Lord’s Court, we don’t shoot?”

There was a voice below, and the words were full of awe.

Ghost God policy!

The name seems to have some kind of magic, so that the endless purple river next to it stagnates, and even the splash of water in the stars and the water stops.

The hearing this, known as Ghost God’s stalwart silhouette, looked down towards the tens of thousands of silhouettes below.

“You have all been Emperor, Emperor, Territory Lord, are you still afraid of the court?”

Ghost God whispered, while speaking, he turned to look at towards the purple river, although the eyes are blind, but There is a god to know, no eyes and eyes.

He whispered: “There is a purple micro, crossing the plane.”

His words made tens of thousands of creatures look at each other in dismay.

“The universe of the hundred domains is going to be chaotic, and your battle with me should come.”

Ghost God talks to himself, making it impossible to speculate on what he means.

Purple Tianhe flows again, and the momentum is still unstoppable, as if it can destroy everything.

……

Cangjing Divine margin, burying the magic mountain.

There are countless loads of burial magic mountains, and the whole starry sky is filled with blood and demon qi, no other stars.

Seen from a distance, the burial mountain is like a tortoise with a back thorn. It is terrifying, and there are countless screams coming from people, making the scalp numb.

At this moment, between the mountains, Sun Wukong and Yang Jian were sealed in the stone sarcophagus. The sarcophagus was suspended vertically. The two God and Demon faces were ugly. At first they struggled and now gave up.

Their gaze was placed on the top of the mountain in front, and the fog was covered with fog. It was faintly visible to see several silhouettes standing on the top of the mountain, like Evil Demon.

“Oh, three eyes, it seems that we escaped at calamity.”

Sun Wukong sighed, and it was hard to achieve the double creation of the original source. The result was thrown into the endless hole by the Northern Emperor, and then exiled to the eighth source plane, bad luck arrived home.

Yang Jian said: “Do not worry, Your Majesty will come to save us.”

“Really? It’s not Hong Meng, let’s not say that Your Majesty can beat those guys. It’s a problem to find us.” Sun Wukong shook his head.

His eyes turned, hehe said with a smile: “It is not lonely to die with you.”

“Oh, who wants to die with you?”

Yang Jian said ill-humoredly, the two God and Demon started to bicker, chatted, and their moods followed.

Why are you afraid of death?

At least friends are accompanied!

“You still have time to laugh. If your kindness doesn’t come, you will suffer the burning of the soul!”

A coldly snorted sound came from above, full of disgust.

“The old grandson is going to laugh, you come to hit me!”

Sun Wukong roared and shook the stone.