Not only that, there are more and more pictures reflected in the Thousand-Section God Scroll.

They are all Thousand-Straight Divine Scrolls from various places, as well as warriors who gather spontaneously from all over the world.

They either held up the white cloth that wrote bold words in blood, or shouted "Help Emperor Chu".

More and more warriors appear in the picture.

Every city.

Every empire.

Every sea area.

......

"The Emperor Lord Chu!"

"The Emperor Lord Chu!"

“…”

Those harsh sounds made Hongmengsu directly crush the golden throne under him.

The light shattered into fireworks, and Hongmengsu stared at Chu Yue with his blood-red eyes.

He didn't expect that Ye Chuyue would use the trick of removing firewood from the bottom of the pot.

He didn't expect it.

As a descendant of the Immortal Emperor, he is a five-star martial god, and in the minds of the Wulu warriors in the imperial realm, he is actually inferior to Ye Chuyue and a yellow-haired girl with a stinky breast.

Of course he didn't know.

He didn't know that the warriors in Wulu had been oppressed by the strict class and the powerful and powerful people who bullied others for a long time.

A cluster of flames swaying in the wind will be blown out at any time.

However, the wave of "Chu Emperor" merged by the five continents has brought all the fires that are about to be extinguished into a fire that is difficult to stop the burning sky.

A cluster of flames is small and inconspicuous.

But what if there are thousands of clusters?

That will be immortal!

"Emperor Chu!"

"Emperor Chu!"

“…”

The sound continues, and every warrior in the picture reflects the promising future light.

Seeing this, Qin Shichang, the veteran general of Qingqiu, sighed: "Success is not accidental, and such appeal is not achieved overnight."

I still remember that the little soldiers of my subordinates came from the Lingtian vassal state that year and told him about a painful thing he saw at that time.

The little soldier said.

In Chang'an City, Shenwu Kingdom, there is a hero named Ye Chuyue, who became a bad disciple of the academy and returned to his hometown and was as disgraced as a rat crossing the street.

The old general only silenced under the light.

But unexpectedly, within a year, I heard that the girl repelled the void and made a contribution.

She has been here step by step to this day.

The achievements of warriors are obvious to all.

Thousands of times of destruction and death, and today's call for prestige is brought to the present.

Qin Shichang looked at the figure in a boiling voice, and a kind and gentle smile appeared on his face as old as a dead tree.

"Father, why are you laughing at?" asked his daughter Qin Wanyin.

"Aren't you laughing too?" Qin Shichang asked back as he looked at her face.

The father and daughter looked at each other and their smiles became even stronger.

"Yes..." Qin Wanyin said: "My daughter has descendants in the Xiaodi Realm. Why are she afraid of the ghosts in the void and demons outside the realm? I believe my father is thinking so too."

Qin Shichang smiled but said nothing.

Since Qin Wanyin was inscribed into the cold palace, they have not talked like this for a long time.

At this moment, more and more sounds appeared.

The picture is so crowded that the Thousand-Straight Divine Scroll can't even be installed.

The Lords of each land looked ugly.

As the lords of the nine fives, their status in the minds of ordinary people and middle and lower-class warriors is not as good as that of the girl in front of them.

The frustration and embarrassment made them breathless.

When Chu Yue heard those sounds, she felt a complicated feeling in her heart.

Maybe.

The road she walked, the blood and sweat she passed, was worth it for this land.

Chu Yue glanced out of the corner of her eyes and looked like she had eaten a fly. Her expression was even worse than the bottom of the pot. She half-squinted her eyes and continued to use her spiritual sense to find the big flapping moth.

"Young Master Su..." The Jinlian maid wanted to speak but stopped.

Hongmengsu was extremely angry and a charming smile appeared on his face.

"I originally wanted to be a wise king, but I didn't wait for it. It was my fault for me."

Hongmengsu smiled strangely.

He waved his hand suddenly, and the golden light blade flew out from his cuff, smashing the Qianxing Divine Scroll floating in the air.

"The people of the temple, the army of the royal city, and the leaders of the four lands, follow our orders. Anyone who causes trouble in the Huaqing Hall tonight will be killed and forgiven!"

Hongmengsu looked at everyone with bloodthirsty eyes, "You are so mediocre people, you deserve to die!"

"yes!"

The Golden Lotus Maid, the Lord of the Lands, and the troops rushing into the royal city all knelt on one knee and clasped their fists.

"boom!"

Suddenly, Hongmengsu completely burst out the power of the five-star martial god.

The entire royal city was destroyed.

The eternal land is shaking.

The rivers outside the city flowed against the flow, and the fish and animals in the deep jungle felt panic and ran around.

"Just use your life to sacrifice to my path to heaven."

Hongmeng Sudian laughed wildly and said, "You guys from Wulu, come to Japan to be the emperor, and you will not forget your help."

"Boom boom boom boom boom!" The aura of the martial god broke out like a turbulent flow.

Every turbulent flow is filled with the power to destroy the world.

When the turbulence was about to destroy everyone, a figure flew out.

Ye Mohan was like a gust of lightning, and the speed was so fast that only the afterimage was left.

He quickly wandered through the turbulent flow of the Martial God.

Wherever I passed, the turbulence disappeared, leaving only the faint color of blood and ink fog.

After devouring the last turbulent flow, Ye Mohan took off his mask, and his dark pupils became vast purple stars.

Deep in the purple eyes, the fog with blood and ink slowly dissipated.

A dark storm and bloody light were brewing around him.

Behind Ye Mohan, a pair of wings slowly spread out.

Unlike the previous monochrome wings, it is a two-color wing.

The left side is as black as ink, and the right side is as red as blood.

Evil and treacherous, like demons and demons, as if gathering the evil aura of the entire hell.

The terrifying evil aura instantly exploded and whizzed by, sweeping through every inch of the land of eternity like the autumn wind, and even scaring the young children to cry like a ghost.

Everyone in the Huaqing Hall stared at the evil spirit that had condensed into substance in the sky.

That's...

"Evil Lord?"

Hongmengsu frowned and looked at Ye Mohan in surprise.

"Is the Nine Nether Sword Emperor Ye Mohan or the Evil Lord?" Shen Xueji, who had seen Ye Mohan's real face, exclaimed in surprise.

Everyone around was in an uproar.
To be continued...