Chapter 632: Qilian Mountain

"Dangping Qilian Mountain..."

Shen Chong's eyes flashed, and then he fell into meditation.

Tomorrow's Tianfeng will be very lively. Although all the strong people of the Shinto sect will gather on the Tianfeng, and the interior is empty, Qilian Mountain is where its mountain gate is located. How can it be so simple to pass it from ancient times to the present?

Is this the meaning of the father or the emperor of the Great Zhou in front of him? You should know that even if the mountain gate of the Shinto sect is destroyed, the broken strong man led by Hua Lianyue will definitely cause cruel revenge, unless... all the strong people of the Shinto sect can be buried in the Tianshan Mountain.

"What kind of plan do you have?" Shen Chong asked in a low voice.

"Our plan is the same as your idea. The world is unified. Nine continents and one country, with the Shenzhou mainland as the center, radiating the whole nine continents. Before the world changes, we will converge into one of the most powerful forces," Ji Ruo Haidun and said slowly, "Your father has already agreed to merge Nanyan into the territory of Dazhou, but Murong Kong still insists.

Shen Chong's heart sank slightly. He still knew too little about the relationship between Nanyan and Da Zhou. Murong Kong knew that his father was close to Da Zhou, but he still set him up as the emperor's younger brother. I'm afraid there are other secrets in it.

If Ji Ruohai is not about to leave, I'm afraid he will not launch the war between Nanyan and Dazhou.

Although there are still questions about many things, Neng Shinto Sect is indeed the biggest enemy. Whether for his father or himself, if he can weaken the power of Shinto Sect, Shen Chong will not hesitate to do it.

And Ji Ruohai can take out the three treasures of Jiuzhou in his father's hand. Even if there is no intimate relationship between the two, they have at least the same goal.

"The Three Holy Sects..." Shen Chong's voice was cold, and the others were fine, but Ji Changhua's family did not intend to turn enemies into friends at all.

"The Three Holy Sects,..., will naturally disappear. Above Shenzhou, all sects of the Demon Road Alliance and the Seven Avenue Sect will dissipate. The forces of hundreds of ethnic groups in Nanyan, Qiushan and Pingyue will be unified. There will only be one country and one force above Shenzhou, that is the Great Zhou Dynasty."

Ji Ruohai's voice was indifferent, but it was full of bloody murder.

Shen Chong is a little silent, and the world is unified, which also represents a bloody killing. However, Shen Chong has no resentment at all. He has experienced a lot of killings in the past few years, and there are countless strong people who died under him, and they have long been young and naive when he just entered the Tao.

If you want to unify the nine continents in a short period of time, the cruel killings you have experienced are indispensable.

"I didn't want to do it so early, but I didn't have much time left. The Battle of Tianshan is an opportunity and will also be our final battlefield. In Shenzhou, the only thing that makes me worry about is the Shinto sect, and the only thing that makes me afraid of the Shinto sect is the Eternal Book of Heaven. If there is no fairy weapon to suppress the luck of the Shinto sect, Taizu I'm afraid that the strong man of the pavilion has already stepped on Qilian Mountain. Ji Ruohai said coldly, "But now this fairy weapon is too busy to take care of itself. It has been seriously injured by my Taizu Zhou. It has fled to the extraterritorial starry sky, and will not appear on the Jiuzhou world in a short time."

"Why is Your Majesty in a hurry to leave Jiuzhou, and how can he ensure the continuation of the Zhou Dynasty after His Majesty leaves?" Shen Chong asked after a moment of silence.

"The reason why I left, after I leave, your father will tell you, and the continuation of the Zhou Dynasty is your father's guarantee to me, and you chose Yi'er. In this way, I am even more relieved." Ji Ruohai said with a smile.

"The last question, on Tianshan Mountain, what is the chance of winning between my father and Hua Lianyue? Even if you win, you are more sure to leave all the strong men of Shinto sect. Shen Chong had already made a decision in his heart, but there was a faint sense of crisis in his heart. Shen Chong secretly used the yin and yang beads to calculate, but there was no result.

I'm afraid that this crisis is not on me, but only my father can connect with my own blood and even sense the crisis.

"There are only three strong people in the broken realm of the Shinto sect, Hua Lianyue, Huoyi Taoist and Lei Zhenzi. In addition, there is also a holy emperor in the divine guard of the imperial city of Nanyan. You have also seen Murong Laozu. Although it has not been confirmed, Murong Kong is afraid that he has also stepped into the broken state. Tomorrow, these six people will appear on Tianshan Mountain." Ji Ruohai said in a low voice, "However, although I can't see your father's current state, it is certain that even if these six people work together, they can't keep your father."

"Of course, tomorrow I will not let your father face it alone," Ji Ruohai's face showed a trace of arrogance: "My Zhou Dynasty is not without a holy emperor-level strongman. I can assure you that no matter whether it is the decisive battle tomorrow, whether your father wins or loses, there will be no worries about life.

"I'm going to Qilian Mountain now." After thinking for a while, Shen Chong finally made up his mind. Whether it is the meaning of his father or the meaning of Ji Ruohai, Qi Lianshan and his party are imperative. If he can copy the nest of the Shinto sect behind his back, it will be a major blow to the whole sect. Without more than a hundred years, he can't restore his vitality at all.

"Okay," Ji Ruohai laughed and said, "After the war tomorrow, I will leave. In the future, the Zhou Dynasty will rely on you to take care of it more."

In Ji Ruohai's loud laughter, the Wanmiaotian heart world closed, shrunk into a white light again, broke through the void, and disappeared in an instant.

Shen Chong looked at the Tianshan Mountain in the distance again. This mountain is like a pillar of the sky, standing on the grassland, as if supporting the whole sky.

Shen Chong felt the heavy pressure from Tianshan Mountain, and the breath of more than ten strong people belonging to the Holy Emperor on the grassland. His eyes were slightly cold, and his breath converged, tearing the void, and disappeared for a moment.

Qilian Mountain also belongs to the same mountain range as Tianfeng, but it is thousands of miles away from Tianfeng. It is said that Shinto Sect is a place of immortals, with strong aura, four seasons like spring, flowers are in full bloom, and countless rare birds and beasts are ling among the mountains and forests, which is very leisurely.

Another rumor describes Qilian Mountain as a Jedi of Shenzhou. The wind blows all day long, and the poisonous fog covers it. Except for the rocks of the mountain, there is no grass.

However, it is a fact that Qilian Mountain is a forbidden place. For tens of thousands of years, no one has been able to get close to Qilian Mountain. Even the strong man in the soul will inexplicably fall into Qilian Mountain, and even the inner disciples of the Shinto sect are not qualified to enter the mysterious Qilian Mountain.

The sky was getting dark. In a barren mountain 500 miles away from Qilian Mountain, the void cracked silently, and Shen Chong came out of the void.

There is no breath, no divine consciousness. A wisp of golden light cracks in the heart of Shen Chong's eyebrows, and only the exploration of the Eye of Extinction will not cause the warning of the formation in Qilian Mountain.

From the appearance, Qilian Mountain is indeed as rumored. The wind is surging, and a milky white fog rolls up, covering the upper half of the whole peak, like a fairy aura, but the lacquered black mountain stone left from the fog has no sign of life, so it can be seen that the fog is by no means simple.

Even the peeping power of the eye of the world can't penetrate the thick fog. The power of my magic power seems to be gradually being swallowed up, but I faintly see a powerful breath emerging deeper, as if the giant beast is dormant. These breaths are not the breath of monks, but as if they come from the flooded universe.

"Elongss, devours life, and eats the spirit of the eternal spirit."

The memory of the eternal spirit-eating spirit immediately appeared in Shen Chong's mind. The longer the white fog that this aura converges, the more powerful it is, the more powerful it is. Shinto Sect actually used this eternal spirit to lay a huge array on Qilian Mountain.

The yin and yang beads keep rotating, constantly calculating the weaknesses of this array.

Soon, a wisp of clouds on the open side dispersed, and the sun rose. The dark rocks and milky white fog were extremely strange under the reflection of the morning sun.

Boom!

Shen Chong's heart was shocked, as if there was a loud noise, and his eyes immediately looked at the place of the Tianfeng.

Although the whole grassland is shrouded in its own divine thoughts, now the land with a hundred miles of Tianshan has fallen into a piece of light. The light is constantly trembling and shaking the world, and the whole grassland has fallen into a mournful sound.

The Tianshan War has begun. Shen Chong can't see the scene in the light, and he doesn't know how many strong people have taken action. However, the connection between his mind and mind feels that his father has not fallen into the wind. The light seems to have been created by him, forming a battlefield stronger than the void boundary.

The Tianshan War has begun. With the siege of that light, no one can get in and out before the war is over. I'm afraid this is also in my father's calculation.

Without the mountain protection array controlled by the emperor-level strongman, no matter how powerful it is, it cannot last.

Since he came to destroy the gate of Shinto Sect, Shen Chong was no longer polite. His body shook, and he had flown up from the nameless barren mountain and leaped one step. He had come to the sky over Qilian Mountain. The thunder in his palm was shining, and a thunder dragon crossed the sky, turning the red color left by the morning sun into silver and white.

Thunder dragon roared, his four claws flew, rushed down in the air, and plunged into the white fog.

Boom!

A large area of white fog exploded, and a rapid and clear bell sound came from the depths of the white fog, which obviously shocked the masters of Shinto.

A powerful breath emerged from the clouds and fog, and the powerful existence of the twelve souls appeared in the white fog, combining the power of the mountain defense array to smash the offensive of the little thunder.

"He Fang's master, coming to Qilian Mountain, old Ding Yu, I don't know what my Shinto sect has offended me, please make it clear." An old and calm voice sounded, and an old man with white hair came out of the clouds.

Shinto Sect has five halls. Ding Yu is the owner of the mountain temple. Although he has not stepped into the state of brokenness, his origin has long been transformed into a broken law. He is only one line away from the broken body. He is also the most powerful person on Qilian Mountain today.

How can there be so much nonsense! Shen Chong came to kill people. Naturally, he didn't say anything more. His eyes were cold, and he snorted coldly. He stepped out and grabbed his palm.

Countless heavenly track runes trembled, and the hand of God's will capture has been exerted, and the rolling palm wind swept away. At the moment, Ding Yu seemed to be isolated by heaven and earth, and the mana of his whole body seemed to be taken clean.

"You..."

Ding Yu's eyes shrank and showed a look of fear. When he came out, he had made sure that the other party had not smashed the body and become the Holy Emperor. If the thunder dragon magic power had not been too domineering just now, he would not have come forward at all.

But I didn't expect that the other party didn't say a word and suddenly hit the killer, and it was so fierce that he couldn't resist at all.

However, after all, Ding Yu has been practicing Taoism for 300 years, and he has experienced countless life-and-death wars. Before God's master to completely imprison himself, a mouthful of blood spewed out, and a left arm exploded, turning into a black gas, stabbing Shen Chong's palm.

Zi!

The black gas touched the palm of the hand, as if a drop of water fell into the rolling oil. The sky track runes scattered, and the power of God's hand dissipated in an instant.

Ding Yu only felt that the power of bondage on his body was loosened. After getting out of trouble, he didn't dare to fight. He shouted angrily and flew out seven medium-grade magic weapons from his body. Under the transmission of ideas, all of them burst out, but he himself did not hesitate to run into the white fog.