Not only that, there are more and more images reflected in the Thousand Lines Divine Scroll.

They are all Thousand Lines Divine Scrolls from various places, as well as warriors from various places who gathered spontaneously.

They either held up white cloths with heroic words written in blood, or shouted "Support the Emperor of Chu".

More and more warriors appear on the screen.

Every city.

every empire.

Every sea area.

…

"Emperor Chu Emperor!"

"Emperor Chu Emperor!"

"..."

Those harsh sounds caused Hongmeng Su to crush the golden throne beneath him.

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

He didn't expect that Ye Chuyue would come to the bottom of the cauldron to draw out his salary.

He didn't even expect it.

As a descendant of the Immortal Emperor and a five-star Martial God, in the eyes of the warriors from the Five Continents of the Imperial Domain, he was inferior to Ye Chuyue, a young girl with yellow hair.

Of course he doesn't know.

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

There is a fire swaying in the wind burning in their hearts, which may be blown out at any time.

However, the "Chu Emperor" wave of the merger of the five continents caused all the flames that were about to be extinguished to converge into a fire that was about to burn the 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 light of a promising future.

Seeing this, Qin Shichang, an old general in Qingqiu, sighed: "Success is not accidental, and such appeal cannot be achieved overnight."

He still remembered that that year, a young soldier under his command came from the Lingtian Kingdom and told him about a painful thing he had seen at that time.

The little soldier said.

In the Chang'an City of the Shenwu Kingdom, there was a descendant of a hero named Ye Chuyue who became a misbehaving disciple of the academy. When he returned to his hometown, his reputation was ruined like a rat crossing the street.

The old general just took a deep breath under the lamp.

But I didn't expect that within a year, I would hear that the girl had made a heroic contribution to defeating the void.

She has come so far step by step.

The achievements of the warriors are obvious to all.

Thousands of times of destruction and re-establishment and hundreds of deaths have led to the prestige and call we have today.

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

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

"Aren't you smiling too?" Qin Shichang asked, looking at her face.

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

"Yeah..." Qin Wanyin said: "My daughter has descendants like this in the Xiaodi Territory. How can she be afraid of ghosts in the void and demons outside the territory? My father must be thinking the same way."

Qin Shichang smiled and said nothing.

Ever since Qin Wanyin was thrown into the cold palace, they hadn't talked like this for a long time.

At this moment, more and more voices appeared.

The screen is so crowded that even the Thousand Lines of Divine Scroll cannot be accommodated.

The faces of the lords of each continent were very ugly.

As the Ninth Five Lords, above those ten thousand people, their status in the minds of ordinary people and middle- and lower-class warriors was actually not as good as this girl in front of them.

The sense of frustration and embarrassment made them almost breathless.

When Chu Yue heard those voices, she suddenly had complicated feelings in her heart.

Maybe.

The road she has walked, the blood and sweat she has shed, are all worth it to this land.

Chu Yue used the corner of her eye to glance at Hongmeng Su, who looked as if he had eaten a fly, and his expression was uglier than the bottom of the pot. He half-squinted his eyes and continued to use his consciousness to look for the big fluttering moth.

"Young Master Su..." the maid Jin Lian stopped talking.

Hongmeng Su was extremely angry, and a coquettish smile appeared on his face.

"I originally wanted to be a wise king, but time has not waited for me, and you mediocre people have brought it upon themselves."

Hongmeng Su smiled strangely.

He suddenly waved his hand, and the golden light blade flew out from his sleeve, smashing the Thousand Lines Divine Scroll suspended in mid-air.

"The people of the temple, the army of the royal city, and the lords of the four continents, listen to my order. Anyone who causes trouble in the Huaqing Hall tonight will be killed - without mercy - pardoned!"

Hongmeng Su looked at everyone with bloodthirsty eyes, "You mediocre people deserve to die!"

"yes!"

The Golden Lotus maid, the lords of each continent, and the troops who rushed into the royal city all knelt on one knee and clasped their fists.

"boom!"

Suddenly, Hongmeng Su completely exploded with the power of the five-star Martial God.

The entire royal city was reduced to ashes.

The land of eternity is shaking.

The river outside the city flowed backwards, and the fish and animals in the sea and deep in the jungle felt panic and ran around wildly.

"Use your lives to sacrifice my path to heaven."

Hongmeng Sudian laughed wildly and said: "All the princes from the five continents, if you come to Japan to be the emperor, I will never forget your help."

"Boom, boom, boom!" The energy of the God of War burst out of the body like a turbulent current.

Every turbulence carries the power to destroy the world.

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

Ye Mohan was like wind and lightning, so fast that only afterimages were left.

He quickly swam through the turbulent flow of the God of War.

Wherever it passes, the turbulent flow disappears, leaving only the faint color of blood and ink mist.

After swallowing the last turbulence, Ye Mohan took off his mask, and his dark eyes turned into vast purple stars.

Deep in the purple eyes, the blood and ink mist slowly dispersed.

All around him, a dark storm and bloody light were brewing.

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

Different from the previous single-color wings, it has two-color wings.

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

Evil and sycophantic, treacherous, like a demon, as if the evil atmosphere of the whole hell is gathered together.

The terrifying evil energy exploded violently and roared in an instant, sweeping through every inch of the Eternal Land like the autumn wind, and even scared young children to cry as if they were ghosts.

Everyone in the Huaqing Hall stared wide-eyed at the evil spirit that had solidified in the sky.

That is……

"Evil Lord?"

Hongmeng Su 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 true face, exclaimed in surprise.

Everyone around was in an uproar.

This situation made thousands of warriors sigh.

As a descendant of the Immortal Emperor, Hongmeng Su launched a large-scale massacre in order to achieve his true purpose.

However, the evil king who should not be allowed to kill Wulu used the power of evil wings to protect the general public.

This scene makes people feel mixed emotions.

"Haven't you heard yet? He is the Evil Lord. How long will you continue to persist in your obsession and not join me in killing the Evil Lord!"

Biluo Dalu said excitedly, thinking that he had caught something, and was waiting for the group of people to cheer in front of him.

However, no one responded to him.

Even Hongmeng Su's subordinates were in a daze.

"What about the evil king?"

The old uncle's blue sword is powerful and his voice is like a loud bell: "As long as it can protect the people of the five continents, the evil king is also a wise king! On the contrary, if he is a fish and meat commoner and harms all living beings, the descendants of the Immortal Emperor will be a fart mixed with the fragrance of flowers and rimmed with gold.
Chapter completed!