Chapter 175 Supreme Foundation
Rumble!
At this moment, in all directions, the saints of the holy places and families in the Eastern Wilderness and Central Continent no longer concealed their profound backgrounds, and displayed one after another the most powerful and supreme imperial weapons, and one after another vast and endless divine power penetrated the blue sky and the underworld.

The first one was Ye Fan, who activated a rusty green tripod. Stimulated by a dozen imperial weapons, the rust faded away, the lead dust was washed away, revealing an ancient and vicissitudes of life appearance, with all spirits engraved on it, and a hazy green glow blooming.

Although it is badly broken and only one third of it remains, it still has an aura that looks down on the heavens and the worlds, swallowing up the stars in the universe, with billions of wisps of green clouds interweaving with the true laws of immortality. It is far superior to all the royal weapons and imperial soldiers, and stands above them.

Dozens of ancestors and sages trembled. How could they not recognize this imperial tripod? Before the Immortal Emperor ruled all races and became a god, there was only one person in the ages who had such power, and he was the last emperor of the mythological era, who founded the magnificent and immortal heaven.

All the ancient tribes said dryly: “It is the Emperor’s tripod, and it has also been controlled by the human race.”

In the east, Yan Ruyu had a [Chaos Green Lotus] on her head. She moved lightly with lotus steps and came slowly. The imperial soldiers stirred up the turbulent sea of ​​chaos. The mysterious Taoist rhyme of “Tao gave birth to one, and three gave birth to all things” filled the air. The vine roots were full of vitality, and the three leaves created the world and crushed the eternal blue sky.

Yan Ruyu chanted softly: “There is a lotus in the eternal blue sky, the descendants of the Blue Emperor, please come for a while!”

In the west, the great bandit Tu Tian had a [Heaven-Swallowing Demonic Jar] on his head, with billions of black lights dropping down, swallowing up the sky and the earth, with a kind of devilish nature that could capture souls. On the lid was a ghost face that seemed to be smiling, and in a trance, one seemed to hear a female emperor sighing softly.

“Not to become an immortal, but just to wait for your return in this mortal world…”

In the north, the old saint of the Ji family had cloudy eyes and held a [Void Mirror] in his hand. The mirror was flawless, reflecting everything and melting the void. Thousands of streamers and billions of fairy lights swept across the sky and illuminated the universe. There were also traces of killing and blood flowing, which were several kinds of Emperor Blood Seals, almost turning into fairy weapons.

The old saint said with high fighting spirit: “The Void Emperor has never been inferior to others in his life!”

In the south, there is an ancient Buddha wearing a cassock and holding a [Demon-Subduing Pestle] in his hand. He is radiating purple-gold light and is filled with immortal aura. His divine power is vast and endless, almost close to the origin of Buddhahood. Moreover, he is filled with an imperial power of compassion, great enlightenment and great wisdom.

The old Buddha bowed his head, put his hands together and said, “Amitabha, all donors, please turn back and repent.”

In the northeast, the Sage of Yao Chi appeared quietly, with a [Western Emperor Tower] on his head. The entire tower was cast with fairy tear green gold, and it dropped one green glow after another, emitting an imperial power that could crush the universe and time, and it secretly conformed to the innate principles.

The Emperor’s Tower faces the Everlasting Bell from afar, and one can faintly hear the empress weeping and complaining, with a sad and desolate tone.

In the southeast, there was a [Taihuang Sword] on the head of the Great Sage of Daxia, and a dragon roar was heard. The mighty imperial dragon energy of the heavens was overwhelming, just like a real dragon coming out of nowhere. The sword body was like a dragon’s spine, with a dragon head as the sword tip, dragon claws on the sword body, and a dragon tail as the sword handle.

He walked like a tiger and a dragon, and said murderously: “Ancient tribe, give me your life!”

In the northwest, the emperor of the Jiuli Dynasty kept a low profile, holding up a scroll of the [Jiuli Map] in both hands. This divine map encompassed everything in the heavens and the earth, contained three thousand great worlds, and floated in mid-air. The sky was shaking, covering up the universe and suppressing the heavens.

In the southwest, the Saint Leader of the Jiang Family is handsome and has a [Hengyu Furnace] on his head. A fairy phoenix spreads its wings, forged by fairy fire. The phoenix sings in the sky, and endless flames sweep across the starry sky. The smoke and haze are bright and brilliant.

The eight human imperial soldiers returned to their positions.

In an instant, on the top of Purple Mountain, fifteen supreme and powerful imperial weapons rose up, each emitting a unique aura, interweaving with exclusive imperial laws, faintly spreading outward, opening up fifteen chaotic universes, and their auras roared and collided with each other, shocking the world.

Among them, the Beginningless Bell, the Immortal Cauldron, the Heaven-Devouring Demon Pot, the Chaos Green Lotus, the Void Mirror, and the Demon-Subduing Pestle are the most outstanding, and are visibly superior to the rest of the imperial weapons.

At this moment, all the ancient races were despairing, their faces were pale, their lips were trembling slightly, and even the great saints were in despair.

“Seven, eight, nine… a total of fifteen imperial weapons.” “We have only sent out four of them, and the Wu Shi Bell can fight on its own. Add to that a dozen of the human imperial weapons, and even if we add the imperial weapons of the other royal families, it will not be enough.”

I don’t know which ancient tribe said this.

After these words, the Golden Great Sage and the others became disheartened and couldn’t help but ask, is it true that the human race is a superior race, with dozens of emperors and kings born in one race, and is it blessed by nature and destined to be superior to all other races?
Little did they know that the human race was also extremely shocked. The human cultivators were trembling all over and suddenly realized that they were actually a member of the Invincible Imperial Clan. They had always played at the high-end level in Beidou, and dealing with a group of small ancient clans was just a dimensionality reduction attack.

Lu Heng, the instigator, had never expected that this magnificent and dreamlike scene would gather more than a dozen imperial soldiers. Not to mention covering the sky, it felt like he could even walk sideways in all the heavens and worlds. It was a scene destined to go down in history.

More than a hundred saints are nothing. In any golden age, a powerful force can gather them. But just ask yourself, from ancient times to the present, even in the ancient heaven, there are no more than a dozen imperial soldiers.

The various imperial soldiers and gods were also very surprised, and they all revived and awakened, and communicated closely with each other.

Originally, everyone seldom saw each other, and now that they were all gathered together, they were even more determined not to embarrass their host.

Even the holy land that originally belonged to the aristocratic families was very surprised. For example, the Void Mirror, which is usually silent and mixed in with ordinary imperial weapons, but today it is not pretending and directly bursts out with power that has never been seen before. It is a semi-immortal weapon!
The Beginningless Emperor Bell, the Heaven Devouring Demon Pot, and the Chaos Green Lotus were relatively aloof, while the Ancient Emperor Axe was very active. The divine voice transmission said with emotion: “In ancient times, the emperors and kings were said to be invincible in an era, but it seems that there are also differences in superiority and inferiority. The emperors have come a long way on the road to becoming immortals.”

The Taihuang Sword and the Jiuli Map remained silent. The gods inside glanced at the Luan Gu Emperor Axe and glared at him. Why are you talking about something irrelevant? No one will think you are dumb if you don’t speak!

Okay, okay, we know that the Ancient Emperor’s Axe follows its master, and you remain unshakable despite defeats in every battle, and you are the thickest-skinned person. Anyway, your reputation is like this, so you don’t care about it, right? But we still have to have some shame. Isn’t Central Continent the center of the Beidou human race? How come there are a group of numerical monsters in the East Wilderness?

Hengyu Lu didn’t care. He was not the worst anyway. He already knew that his old master was promiscuous, not only to his confidante, but also to weapons. He didn’t know where he secretly forged a supreme weapon, so he would not be surprised if several of them appeared one day.

Such as the Goddess Furnace, Guhua Furnace, Lihuo Furnace…

But she has the calmness and composure of a queen. At worst, we can unite and be just as good as Chaos Qinglian and others.

The deity of the West Emperor Tower smiled softly, transmitted her voice through the Wu Shi Bell, and greeted her in the voice of an elegant elder sister, “Long time no see.”

Wu Shi Zhong had to respond. This was real bloodline suppression.

However, this was just communication between the imperial soldiers and gods, unknown to the outside world.

The most miserable thing was the four ancient imperial soldiers who were surrounded by fifteen imperial soldiers. All the gods and spirits were revived and awakened by the terrible aura.

They looked around and wanted to ask the descendants of their master what trouble they had gotten into that they were besieged when they woke up.

But they remained silent, naturally with a certain pride, inheriting the ways of their master, which was equivalent to half of the ancient emperor still alive. It was impossible for them to surrender or admit defeat. Even if they were destined to be smashed, they would die standing.

Zhatian is Zhatian, and his stubborn characteristics are also passed on to his weapons.

However, the great saints of the ancient clan no longer wanted to fight, and they wanted to surrender in their hearts. They were so scared.

(End of this chapter)