BXBX NOVEL Chapter 463 The Great Battle Is About To Begin
Undercurrents were surging in the Scorching Sun Dynasty, and danger was invading Vain Deaths City from all directions.
The Scorching Sun Godking was in the boundless light, and below him were the civil and military officials.
The ministers did not even dare to breathe loudly. Only King Qian's voice echoed in the vast hall.
"Emperor Yuan's cultivation base is close to that of a God Realm expert. I feel that there's no need to delay any longer. It's time to take over the foundation of the Reincarnation Palace."
Apart from its own territory, the Reincarnation Palace also had three overseas territories.
The population under its rule was as high as 50 million.
How can I let others occupy my land?
The ministers rubbed their fists and rubbed their palms, ready to bite off a piece of meat from this old wolf.
Because the benefits of taking down the Reincarnation Palace were immeasurable.
Seeing the excited officials, it was as if they had already taken down the Reincarnation Palace.
"Hmph!" Scorching Sun Godking snorted coldly. The atmosphere instantly froze, and the temperature dropped.
Ice crystals even formed in the air.
"Who gave you the confidence? Are you admitting your victory in advance?" Scorching Sun Godking's words made everyone feel as if they had fallen into an ice cave.
The few officials who were excitedly discussing how to use the spoils of war were so frightened that they knelt on the ground and kowtowed.
"Even a lion uses its full strength to hunt a rabbit. Everyone must be present the day after tomorrow. There must be no mistakes." Scorching Sun Godking's style was fast, accurate, and ruthless.
He would use an open and aboveboard scheme to tell the other party with absolute confidence.
I just want to hit you!
You could either run away like stray dogs or come to beg for forgiveness.
Resistance didn't matter.
No matter how you resisted, it was useless.
He was the winner.
Scorching Sun Godking looked in the direction of the Reincarnation Palace as if he could see Emperor Yuan, who was thousands of miles away.
Old rival, this King just want you to know.
So what if you know?
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Reincarnation Palace.
It was as dark and deep as ever.
There was a seriousness in his deep voice.
The leaders of thousands of ghosts and gods came from all directions, riding ghost fires, ghost horses, cranes, and dark clouds.
In the golden palace.
Yuan Emperor sat in the depths of the hall. His body was huge and was 200 feet tall. Everyone was only as tall as his feet.
Looking down at everyone from above, gave off a great sense of oppression.
Beneath Yuan Emperor's feet were five Spirit Lords.
From left to right, the first middle-aged man with black hair and black eyes was a Rakshasa who rarely showed his face.
This ghost rarely showed itself and had broken through to the Immortal Venerable Realm a few days ago.
He was an Immortal Venerable expert of the Reincarnation Palace other than the Yuan Emperor.
Beside him were the Soul Capturing Ghost, Wandering Star, City God, and Black-faced Yin God.
These five people were the upper echelons of the Reincarnation Palace.
Six thousand ghosts and gods.
"I'm sure everyone knows what the Scorching Sun Dynasty is doing?" Yuan Emperor's majestic voice spread in all directions.
Different scenes, the same way of dealing with them.
There might be a mole in the Reincarnation Palace, but Yuan Emperor didn't care.
It didn't matter if the other party knew his secret. It wasn't his style to hide when fighting.
As he spoke, Yuan Emperor secretly observed everyone.
Some of them were obviously already timid. Their gazes were evasive as if they had already thought of a way out.
There were also some people with fanatical expressions, clearly eager to fight.
These people were oddly shaped. They had green faces and sharp fangs, and their horns were prominent. Most of them were ghosts and gods.
To them, they have died once anyway. What was there to be afraid of in a war?
Most of them were as indifferent as He Chuan.
Anyway, they had a trump card. If they couldn't win, they would just run.
Before anyone could reply.
The air rumbled and the energy boiled.
"Yuan Emperor, hand over your life!" This was King Qian's voice from last time.
As soon as he finished speaking.
The giant hand covered the entire Yin Mountain. The palm covered a radius of hundreds of miles.
The hand of heaven, no matter where one was.
As long as he stretched out his hand and reached into the void, he could appear anywhere.
"Just in time!" Yuan Emperor lifted the golden palace to meet the attack.
The giant hand collided with the golden palace, and a loud boom erupted.
The energy rumbled and the clouds dissipated.
Countless people from the Scorching Sun Dynasty and the Reincarnation Palace had died.
They gradually fought into the boundless void, perhaps not wanting the aftershocks to hurt their subordinates.
The thousands of ghosts and gods below were fighting against Scorching Sun's Divine Weapon.
The red light was dazzling, and the yellow sand was ten thousand feet tall.
The chain reaction caused by the clash of thousands of spells instantly caused most of the formations in Yin Mountain to fail.
The earth churned, and the seawater poured in.
The screams and wails of the ghosts and gods and the excitement and roars of the humans intertwined.
Blood and fire dyed the earth red.
Such a big scene, the big scenes that He Chuan had seen in the past could not compare to these.
The two Immortal Venerables, King Sun and King Moon targeted the five experts of the Reincarnation Palace.
The Rakshasa smiled disdainfully.
He was a ghost born from the netherworld and represented the world's plague.
His Immortal Venerable's Dharma Domain was activated.
The Five-colored Plague Domain filled the surroundings.
Except for the ghosts and deities of the Reincarnation Palace, those who came into contact with the plague were foaming at the mouth and died on the spot.
Some people's skin festered, pus flowed from the top of their heads, and sores formed on the soles of their feet.
"How dare you!" Sun King was furious and frowned. He and the Moon King activated their magic domains to resist this vicious Plague Domain.
The Rakshasa started fighting with the Sun and Moon Kings.
The other ghosts and deities fought each other.
He Chuan transformed into an official of the Scorching Sun Dynasty and blended into their camp.
"The little lady is really hot. This official likes this. How about you come back with me to be a concubine?" The one who spoke was a middle-aged Confucian scholar with a decent appearance.
This person's attack method was quite strange.
His fingers turned into sword fingers, shooting out colorful sword intent, some strange, some fierce.
Coupled with his powerful magic power, the two women in front of him were completely defenseless.
The two women in front of him were extremely beautiful. One of them had black hair and the other had white hair. Their appearances were shockingly similar. No wonder he was tempted.
As time passed, the two women were gradually forced into a dead end. Although the Shura Clan was powerful, their opponent was someone from a Celestial Realm.
He was an entire realm higher than them.
"Don't resist!" Another scholar descended from the sky.
The City Lord subconsciously raised his head.
The Confucian scholar had unknowingly become an unfamiliar young man.
"Not good!" The City Lord had a bad feeling.
A golden light appeared, and the Shaoshang City Lord vanished into thin air.
"Master, another fool died." The two girls smiled sweetly when they saw He Chuan.
Just now, the two women were pretending.
He Chuan immediately let the two women continue to fight and guide others over.
The three of them followed this routine and lured people to a remote place. Then, He Chuan transformed and killed the people from the Scorching Sun Dynasty.
As time passed, more than 30 experts, unfortunately, died at their hands.
The Shura Clan was cultivating through slaughter, and the two women gradually approached the peak of the Shura Realm.
The Netherworld River also condensed the second level of the precious seal, which was called Bewitching.
The bewitching soup of the Bridge of Helplessness was the incarnation of the treasure.
Apart from condensing different types of restrictions, one could also condense the same type of restrictions, making the restrictions of the same nature stronger.
The Netherworld River relied on suppressing ghosts, gods, demons, and devils to obtain power.
If he continued to strengthen the restriction, perhaps a drop of bewitching soup in the future would be able to purify the gods and devils in the sky.
He Chuan returned to his original form and the Netherworld River pressed down.
The priest's body collapsed. The Yin Spirit wailed and drank the bewitching soup, instantly washing away his memories. The Yin Spirit and the body became nutrients, and the Netherworld River merged into one.
Perhaps He Chuan had killed too many people.