God Emperor

Latest website: After the prince's edict was issued, a huge shock broke out in Mingtang. A large number of powerful people came to Shengming City and gathered on a spiritual mountain shrouded in white mist in the west of the city.

The master of Mingtang, Kong Sheng, stood on the top of Lingshan Mountain, with emerald green eyes, looking at the smoke and war in the distance, and said meaningfully: "They really dare to attack Lingxiaotian Palace, don't they know that the imperial court How much power is deployed in Shengming City?"

Kong Hongbi, wearing a blood-red holy jade armor, stood behind the leader of the Ming Hall and snorted coldly: "I don't overestimate my own capabilities. I just want to kill all the old ministers of the Sheng Ming Central Empire."

Kong Hongbi was quite depressed. Back then, in Shengming City, he mobilized a large number of manpower to spread rumors and wanted to use the court to get rid of Zhang Ruochen. Unexpectedly, his words came true and Zhang Ruochen turned out to be the Crown Prince Shengming.

The emergence of the prince's edict put Mingtang in a rather embarrassing position.

The Crown Prince Shengming is the orthodox one. If the edict is not followed, some of the old Shengming people under Mingtang will definitely have strong opinions. If he complies with the edict, wouldn't he have to submit to Zhang Ruochen?

If she really wants to submit to Zhang Ruochen, Kong Hongbi will definitely be so angry that she vomits blood.

An elder saint from Mingtang said: "Zhang Ruochen is young and energetic, but he doesn't know the importance of it. King Mingjiang is a figure who has lived for nearly a thousand years, and he is fooling around with him. Don't they know how powerful the formations in Shengming City are?" Don’t they know how terrifying the cultivation of King Lingxiao is?”

In the Little Shengtian King's Mansion, Wan Huayu stood on the top of the palace wall, looking at the waves of holy war energy coming from the distance, with a complicated look in his eyes, and said to himself: "Zhang Ruochen finally took action, this battle , I don’t know how many people will die.”

"Princess, should we send troops to rescue the Lingxiao Palace?" asked a gray-haired old man.

Wan Huayu shook her head and said: "With the foundation of the Lingxiaotian Palace, it is enough to deal with any enemy, and it does not need our assistance at all. My father is not in the palace, so we should be careful and activate the palace protection formation immediately to prevent the Holy Ming's army. Launch an attack on Xiaoshengtian Palace."

Shengming City is a city with a history of more than a million years. Countless ancient countries have established their capitals here. The city is quite vast, stretching for tens of thousands of miles, with no end in sight.

In each of the eighty-one directions of the ancient city, there is a thousand-meter-high metal array tower.

A voice sounded in the sky above each formation tower: "The King of Heaven has given an order to activate the city defense formation immediately to suppress the holy rebels in the city."

At this moment, the court officials and formation masters guarding the formation tower quickly mobilized their holy energy and spiritual power and went all out to activate the city defense formation.

"Boom."

Eighty-one metal array towers bloomed brightly at the same time, releasing a terrifying wave of power.

The city with a radius of tens of thousands of miles shook at the same time.

Standing in the city, you can see eighty-one points of light on the horizon, as bright as eighty-one stars.

Even the saint felt frightened and a little frightened at this moment.

"The city defense formation is activated, which can kill all rebels. All the sage rebels will be wiped out."

Such a sound sounded in the palace of King Lingxiao, and the sound of war drums sounded. Immediately, the morale of the imperial army greatly increased, and they launched a counterattack, killing a large number of monks from the Shengming Central Empire.

Attacking the Lingxiaotian Palace will inevitably lead to bloodshed and death. This is inevitable.

The aura emanating from the metal formation tower became more and more powerful, but the city defense formation was still unable to activate. The formation inscriptions were destroyed and could not exert its due power at all.

At the same time, the old ministers of Shengming who were lurking inside the imperial court launched an attack, and bloody battles were taking place inside at least half of the formation towers.

"The city defense formation has been destroyed, and there is no basis for it. Continue to rush forward, fight a bloody path, and break through the city gate of Lingxiaotian Palace."

King Mingjiang pulled out a golden holy sword, and the mighty holy energy in his body flowed like big rivers, pouring into the blade, and slashed out with the sword.

"Ouch!"

The deafening roar of the dragon sounded.

Immediately afterwards, a total of ten dragon shadows appeared, each one ten miles long, slashing downwards with the light of the golden holy sword.

Those are the shadows of ten divine dragons.

"Boom."

The ground outside the city gate was torn open by the sword energy, and the layers of reinforcement formations in the ground were also cut off. The towering Sun and Moon Gate was bombarded so that cracks appeared.

You must know that the Lingxiao Palace was once the royal palace of the Shengming Central Empire, and the ancient palace-protecting formation was left over from ancient times.

Even with the protection of the ancient palace formation, the Sun and Moon Gate was still hit with several cracks. This shows how terrifying the power of King Mingjiang's sword is.

"Ten Dragon Swords."

"According to legend, Emperor Ming's royal sword."

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Emperor Ming had a total of four war treasures, namely the Eight Dragon Umbrella, the Nine Dragon Chariot, the Ten Dragon Sword, and the Hundred Dragon Ming Emperor Armor.

It is said that the Eight-Dragon Umbrella, Nine-Dragon Chariot, and Ten-Dragon Sword are all very powerful sacred weapons with ten thousand patterns. There are eighty thousand inscriptions, ninety thousand inscriptions, and one hundred thousand inscriptions inside.

The Bailong Minghuang Armor is a supreme holy weapon that has been passed down from the Middle Ages. It has infinite power and can be called the first treasure of the royal family.

Eight hundred years ago, King Mingjiang was the most talented among all the brothers and sisters of Emperor Ming, so Emperor Ming gave him the Ten Dragon Swords.

The Ten Dragon Swords are not comparable to ordinary sacred weapons with ten thousand patterns. King Mingjiang swung them with all his strength, and he was invincible. He slashed down dozens of swords in a row, causing the ancient palace formation to shake violently. The city wall near the Sun and Moon Gate even appeared densely packed. of cracks.

"Only by breaking the ancient palace-protecting formation can we capture Lingxiao's palace. Where is the Dragon-protecting Pavilion? Why don't you take action?" Zhang Ruochen yelled.

"Wow"

Bright white lights flew out of the night.

The figures in the white light were all wearing white robes and starry sky masks.

"Zhu Tianzhi."

The deputy pavilion master received the fingerprints with his hands, and then moved his fingers forward to cast a holy spell.

Holy arts are also divided into low-level holy arts, mid-level holy arts, and high-level holy arts.

The Zhutian Finger has entered the category of high-level holy arts, and the power it unleashes cannot be compared to the low-level holy arts practiced by saints.

The power of the Holy Dao pointed by Zhutian fell on the ancient palace-protecting formation, and millions of rays of rays of light fell downward at the same time. It was like a god taking action. The scene was extremely terrifying, covering the entire Lingxiao Palace, and was so frightening that countless court sergeants lay prone on their stomachs. on the ground.

The ancient palace-protecting formation was burned red by the power of the holy way.

Part of the power of Zhu Tianzhi passed through the formation defense shield and reached the interior of the Lingxiaotian Palace, causing the gorgeous palaces to explode and the mountains to collapse, much like a world-destroying force.

"Oh my god... what kind of power is this? What kind of terrifying figure is coming?"

"High-level holy art, definitely high-level holy art. Could it be that among the saintly rebels, there is actually a person at the peak level of the holy king?"

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At least they need to be at the peak of the Holy King's cultivation to have enough holy energy to perform high-level holy arts.

Of all the people who can reach the pinnacle of the Holy King, which one is not a world-famous being? Who wouldn't be surprised when such a character appears?

The nobles and grandsons among the Ling Xiao Heavenly Kings no longer had the arrogance of the past few days. They were so frightened by the power of Zhu Tianzhi that their souls almost left their bodies.

Just after the deputy palace master shot out the Zhutian Finger, dozens of members of the Dragon Protection Pavilion each shot out a sacred weapon and attacked the palace protection formation.

There are more than thirty sacred artifacts, the weakest one is also the Thousand Patterns Sacred Artifact with six thousand inscriptions. In addition, there are three Ten Thousand Patterns Sacred Artifacts.

Any one of such powerful holy weapons can create huge destructive power, enough to destroy a city or a ridge.

Dozens of holy weapons fell down at the same time. Thousand lines of destructive power and ten thousand lines of destructive power were intertwined, and actually tore a corner of the ancient palace-protecting formation apart.

"Bang."

The Sun Moon Gate, one of the eight gates of the Lingxiao Heavenly Palace, a city gate dozens of feet high, melted into molten iron in an instant.

In the battle eight hundred years ago, the ancient palace formation was damaged. Although the imperial court repaired it, it was still not as powerful as before.

Just like this, under the full attack of the Palace Guarding Pavilion, in just a few breaths, a corner of the ancient Palace Guarding Formation was shattered.

"Dragon Protection Pavilion really does exist. It's great!"

King Mingjiang's eyes showed a fiery light, and his body boiled with fighting spirit. He raised the Ten Dragon Sword and rushed into the Sun and Moon Gate first.

At the same time, the deputy pavilion master sent a spiritual force into Zhang Ruochen's ears: "I will deal with the Lingxiao King."

Then, the deputy pavilion master turned into a light shuttle and rushed into the Sun and Moon Gate.

A moment later, a battle at the level of a holy king broke out in the depths of the Lingxiao Palace. The light emitted by the holy spells turned the night into day.

"The Sun and Moon Gate has been breached. Let's fight in together to avenge our dead relatives and friends, fight for the Holy Might, and wash away the shame of eight hundred years ago."

Zhang Ruochen held the Shengming battle flag in one hand and Shen Yuan's ancient sword in the other. Like a sharp arrow, he pushed forward at the fastest speed. In an instant, blood was flying all over the sky, and he was killing like crazy, as if he was trying to accumulate all the accumulated energy over the years. All the hatred was vented.

Blood Moon Ghost King, A Le, Demon Ape, and Sky-Swallowing Demon Dragon followed closely behind Zhang Ruochen, smashing all the court monks who rushed from the left, right, back, and top directions into balls of blood mist.

"You are the Shengming Crown Prince, and I am here to take your life."

An old man whose cultivation had reached the realm of a true saint walked out of the Lingxiao Heavenly King's Mansion and stepped down with the soles of his feet. Suddenly, a force of heaven and earth collapsed swept out, pulling Zhang Ruochen into his battle circle.

Because the Queen has no descendants, the Lingxiaotian Palace is the most powerful branch of the royal family of the First Central Empire, and its background is naturally quite amazing. There are many powerful human monks who are willing to take refuge in the Lingxiaotian Palace.

This old man is one of them.

He has been practicing for more than five hundred years and is a figure comparable to the Holy Master of a medieval family.

"You are not worthy enough to die."

At this moment, Zhang Ruochen's fighting spirit was boiling, and he released the time domain, space domain, and kendo domain at the same time. The three domains pulled the old man in the true saint realm over.

"Boom."

Zhang Ruochen poured all the holy energy into Shen Yuan's ancient sword, mobilized the sword intention of Jian Qi, and slashed wildly, hitting more than thirty swords in a row, hitting the old man continuously retreating and vomiting blood.

In the end, Zhang Ruochen chopped his Holy Source and Qi Sea into pieces with one sword, and killed him

The crimson blood of the true saint dyed Zhang Ruochen's hair and robes red.

"kill!"

Zhang Ruochen roared loudly, used the battle flag, picked up the body of the true saint, waved the battle sword, and continued to kill forward. He had a domineering aura that dominated the world.