Chapter 172: Lord of Glory
The vast western region of China, Yunzhong City, Yu Palace.
In the splendid government hall with golden walls, sitting on the throne that originally belonged to the Sky Emperor, was a young Yu clan member. The six wings behind his back were slightly shrunk. His face was as handsome as ever, but his face was full of shock, anger and dissatisfaction.
, the shouting sound resounded throughout the hall:
"What use do I need from you? You are all a bunch of trash. Ninth brother and ninth brother can't be found. What about Lao Ba? Tell me, where did Lao Ba go? Where is Lao Ba, who is most respected by my father, hiding?"
If you pay careful attention, you will find that the huge council hall seems a bit empty. The number of people kneeling under the throne has shrunk by more than half compared with before, and they are mainly the younger generation, each with his head bowed and silent.
"Get out of here. If I can't find you tomorrow, you all will come back with your heads high."
Just as the roar of the distorted-faced third prince of the empire fell, bursts of crackling and shattering sounds suddenly erupted around the council hall. Everyone suddenly raised their heads and looked around, only to see the portraits of the Yu Clan's successive feather emperors hanging around the council hall.
The end began to shatter and was covered with centipede-like scars.
The third prince took a deep breath, then roared crazily:
"The Sun Empire's forbidden technique, forcibly summoning gods, what on earth is Father doing?"
How dazzling would be the divine light of a God who truly came in the flesh?
Within the square wall of Baidi Palace Circular Hill, there is an answer to this question. It is as dazzling as the light emitted by a nuclear bomb explosion. The colorful glazed city can no longer stop the holy light from sweeping outwards. The aura of shaking the world and weeping ghosts and gods continues to rise.
, the entire Shenjing City seemed to have an extremely bright holy sun, reflecting on the faces of the human monks.
The blurry face of the Snowy Saint standing in the void was full of dignity. All the great masters who were originally sitting on the desk all stood up in an instant, and Zhao Yu, who was supporting the old queen, felt a few voices from the old man beside him.
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The most important thing is that Empress Wu, who originally closed her eyes to cross the eighth heaven, opened her eyes, and did not continue to move forward. Instead, she took a step back slightly for the first time. There was blood left at the corner of her mouth, and the surrounding area was surrounded by one yuan.
The ocean composed of heavy water approached one inch inward, only three feet away from Empress Wu.
The holy light all over the sky gradually shrank inward, and the vision of the entire southwestern part of the Baidi Palace returned to normal, revealing the scene inside.
A figure with a slender figure, three times the size of an ordinary human being, gradually became clearer. His face was also shrouded in a layer of holy light. There were ten appalling wings on his back, growing behind him, covering the sky and the sun, and his right hand
, is grabbing Kong Emperor's throat, gently lifting the latter, it is difficult to distinguish the male and female, and the majestic and shocking divine voice comes out from under the holy light:
"Feather Clan, it was you who disturbed my sleep and forcibly summoned me here."
Kong Emperor, who forcibly summoned the gods with the Ten Thousand Years End of the Empire, was already dying, and the fire of life was almost dim, but he was smiling, grinning, blood kept pouring out, between the gums, and on his neck was soaked in blood red
, then looked at the blurry True God, and said lightly:
"I, the seventeenth Feather Emperor of the Sun Empire, ask the Lord of Glory to perish in the Divine Capital of Great Xia."
"What did you say?"
There was a rare inquiry in the Lord of Glory's tone.
Emperor Kong's grin became even wider, and he slowly said word by word:
"Please let the Lord of Glory perish in the Great Xia Divine Capital."
After the golden figure looked around, a strong and angry voice echoed through the sky.
"I feel the breath of the great road. Damn it, you dare to forcefully summon me in the human realm. Your race is rebelling against God. Not only you, but your entire race will suffer divine punishment. I will take away all your blood."
Take it out and make it into a puppet, and you will never be reincarnated."
"Under the so-called restraint of the great road, you may not be able to go back."
Before Emperor Kong finished speaking, his throat was crushed by the Lord of Glory. The flame of faith exploded and burned, and finally turned into a dazzling seed of faith, which was absorbed instantly.
"You are just an ant, trying to plot against the gods, and you will not regret dying. You are a small human race, and you rely on it. It seems that you will use more blood in the future to spread more divine power."
The Yuhuang Kong Emperor, who had ruled the Sun Empire for thousands of years and led the empire to a higher level and reached its peak, lost his spirit and died.
"After being timid all my life, I finally got the courage to do it this time."
Next to Zhao Yu, the old queen mother's faint voice sounded, reaching the ears of everyone in Tianxin Terrace, but the mocking meaning in it could not be eliminated.
After absorbing the seeds of faith from the Sky Emperor, the Lord of Glory stood proudly in the void and noticed the strange sight between the sky and the sky. The huge bridge between heaven and earth, filled with flowers, was crossing the eighth heaven, and the regent Queen Wu was being rolled down by the heavy water.
, and the female saint of the snowfield with snowflakes all over her body and a blurry face.
"The yoke of this avenue is really uncomfortable, and there is a saint, and one who is about to become a saint."
Then he turned his head and looked to the southwest, and the indistinguishable divine voice sounded again:
"It's at least thousands of miles away from the main road to return. It seems that it's not easy to leave here. This place is destined to be swept away by the power of the gods. Why should this little human race be afraid?"
After speaking, the Lord of Glory, who had arrived in his true form, raised his hands, grabbed the colorful glazed city above his head, and tore it apart fiercely on both sides. Countless holy lights burst out from his hands, like an indestructible sword, forcefully
The ground pierced into the colorful colored glaze, and the sound of shattering resounded throughout the sky. The entire huge phantom of the colored glaze city began to break from the center, and the holy light broke out of the city and went straight into the sky!
The figure of the Lord of Glory melted into the holy light and disappeared in an instant. When he reappeared, he was already in front of the Snowy Saint. Two blurry faces were only one position away from each other. Indescribable mysterious auras clashed with each other and dispersed.
It is a strong collision between the world of ice and snow and the world of holy light!
The Lord of Glory patted it down with a palm, and the Saint of Snowfield pointed out.
The female saint of the snowfield slowly moved forward, and her round and flawless right index finger gradually turned into an icy blue and transparent color, just like the blue ice that had been frozen for hundreds of millions of years at the bottom of the snowfield in the far north. The aura of ice and snow condensed within it, freezing everything.
, and the Lord of Glory, who was rejected by the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, only had a thin layer of holy light on the surface of his palm. Although it seemed thin, it was thick and domineering that could rival the great Dao.
The palms and fingers meet in the void, just like two little kids playing and playing on the street. You give a palm and I give a finger. They touch each other lightly, which seems a bit slow and weak.
But after one breath, the entire void around the two people in the sky collapsed, and a huge black hole appeared in the sky above the White Bottom Palace.
Inside the black hole, the female saint of the snowfield groaned again and took a step back.
Chapter completed!