Chapter 441: The Yinxie King's Plan, the Six Emperors Attack the Nine Realms!

The evil dragon king has grown very big, and he is silent in the long river of Taiyin. He reveals a pair of eyes, which are a little cold and gloomy, and looks at the laurel tree.

It looks too ugly, like a big pangolin or a big lizard. Even if it has evil intentions, for some reason, it doesn't want the laurel tree to see it.

"Okay."

The laurel tree swayed its crystal willow branches, and a laurel fruit fell down. The evil dragon king quickly took it in his mouth, with joy in his eyes.

Silly girl, you are so easy to deceive. I am the most evil and murderous evil dragon in the world, haha.

But then, there were dozens of laurel fruits.

Snap! Snap!

The evil dragon king was stunned in place, with his mouth open.

"I am going to die... All these laurels are given to you." The light on the laurel tree gradually dimmed, and it was a little weak and lonely, and said softly.

As an innate spiritual root, it is extremely difficult to transform. The evil dragon king has never seen the true appearance of the laurel tree.

"When the Taiyin Star Lord returns, I will be watered by the water of the Taiyin River and will revive again..."

"This Taiyin River is boundless, why don't you use it yourself?"

The evil dragon king was a little at a loss. It stretched out its six claws and kept beating the waves, trying to water the laurel tree with the water of the Taiyin River.

"That's the master's thing. She asked me to stay here and take good care of the Taiyin River, but I know she won't come back..." said the laurel tree.

Her voice was particularly soft, ethereal like a fairy, surrounding the Taiyin Star, but at this moment, it was extremely weak.

"Xiaolong, you were also raised by the Taiyin River. You have to help the Star Lord and me to take good care of the Taiyin River..."

Its branches kept falling, like withered flowers, crystals scattered everywhere.

The evil dragon king's blood-red eyes stared at the withering laurel tree, full of helplessness and distraction at this moment.

Ten days, a hundred days, a thousand years...

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The voice of the laurel tree never appeared again, and only the evil dragon king was alone in the Taiyin River.

It even watched the laurel tree merge into the Taiyin River, but was unwilling to swallow one.

"I won't watch! They are all lies! All the great masters are dead, how can they come back!"

Until it could no longer wait, the evil dragon king let out a hysterical roar, and with all six claws, he climbed out of the Taiyin River and resolutely stepped into the depths of the universe...

Tens of thousands of years later, the one who returned was the evil dragon king, one of the six desire demon kings!

The king returns and dominates the world!

"Follow me to attack the Qingyun Realm! Qingyun Tianzun and Changsheng Tianzun once conspired to steal the water of the Taiyin River!"

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Then, the evil dragon king's army failed and was destroyed...

Su Changqing watched the evil dragon king's back as he left, thinking slightly in his heart.

He was the one who destroyed it, and it was also the battle that made him famous. He killed five of the six demon kings, leaving only the evil dragon king.

"The inheritance of the ancestor dragon is actually in the ninth heaven, and no one has discovered it for so many years."

He observed the life script of the evil dragon king and did find something strange, such as who sent the evil dragon king into the Taiyin River?

The defense of the Taiyin Palace is not weaker than that of the Sun Palace!

To this day, Su Changqing has not completely controlled the Sun Palace, and he got the Chaos Bell in advance with the help of Ji Xingyue.

There were only a handful of people who could have this means back then, not to mention that most of the great masters were dead.

The dragon clan declined, but it was one of the protagonists destined by heaven, occupying the prehistoric world and dividing the world into three parts.

A lean camel is bigger than a horse. The evil dragon king monopolizes 70% of the dragon clan's luck, and there are a lot of things involved.

Su Changqing observed the life script and didn't see who was behind the scenes, but according to this calculation, there were only a few people.

"No matter what, this opportunity is worth going." Su Changqing made a decision.

His accumulation to break through the Daluo Emperor is enough, but he still needs to establish a realm. There are too many things needed, and the casting of the Frost and Snow Blade requires a lot of accumulation.

The Nine Realms are about to be in chaos, and he also has the opportunity to make a fire to get millet, but he must arrange Ji Xingyue first.

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On the other side, Ziwei Heavenly Court is at the top of the Nine Realms, magnificent and vast, and covered by the purple air.

A young man with a golden light rushing into the sky is outside the Heavenly Court, wearing a light golden Taoist robe, majestic, sword-like eyebrows, starry eyes, holding a seven-color treasure pestle.

He looked at the Heavenly Court from afar, with a sharp temperament and a torch-like eyes, as if he had witnessed the vicissitudes of life.

"Heaven, I'm finally back."

The Yinxie King stepped into the Heavenly Court, step by step, shrinking the earth into an inch, and walked into the Heavenly Court just like that.

There were countless heavenly soldiers and generals around him, but they seemed to be unable to see him. This was the comprehension of the Tao, which had almost reached the extreme.

Even though the precious magic mirror hanging above the Lingxiao Palace could not see his figure, nor could it detect his steps.

A moment later, the Yinxie King sat on the throne. His eyes were calm, but so brilliant that the stars in the sky dimmed.

"Dang!"

He struck the treasure pestle, and the fairy jade steps were struck hard and shattered.

This grand sound spread throughout the nine realms, swept through the nine underworlds, and reverberated from the Lingxiao Palace.

"Dang!"

Another sound!

This is an unparalleled storm. The whole world, with magnificent mountains and rivers, and all living things, have felt this great fluctuation, which spread throughout the nine realms. When the seven-colored treasure pestle fell, people felt a tremor in their hearts.

Haotian's junior brother, one of the Taoist children of Zixiao Palace in the past, Yinxie King.

He was really conceited. He entered the depths of the heaven alone and sat on the throne of Emperor Ziwei.

"Who is so presumptuous?!"

On Ziwei Star, a ray of light leaped up, extremely gorgeous, holding a golden fairy spear.

This is Beiji Tianzun, the master of Feng Jiuge and Feng Libo brothers!

Beiji Da Tianzun, guarding the northern border of the heaven, is also the territory once controlled by Emperor Zhenwu in the past.

Clang!

The spear was extremely sharp and pierced through the sky.

Yinxie King's eyes were calm, and the seven-colored treasure pestle fell. With a clang, the spear was stuck in front of the treasure pestle.

"You are far inferior to Zhenwu!"

The Yinxie King was extremely indifferent. He quickly pulled out the golden spear with one hand and threw it back.

Crack!

Countless large cracks appeared in the void. The spear was like a golden meteor, killing Beiji Tianzun on the Arctic iceberg.

All this happened in an instant, but everyone knew it, and their whole body was almost boiling.

Someone has declared war on the Nine Realms!

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