Chapter 418

The continuous drizzle suddenly turned into a death storm.

The old Taoist priest and the Prince of Nanchu shouted angrily in unison.

Just now, the two sides who vowed to kill their opponents in a desperate battle, joined hands at this moment to block the terrible rainstorm in front of them.

Although the rain of death that fell from the sky was stopped, the surrounding Qingniu Temple and the Southern Chu Dynasty had already fallen in pieces.

Cheng Shuzhi looked at the old Taoist priest and King Yuyang of Nanchu in front of him, and shook his head helplessly: "Why bother?"

The faces of the two people on the opposite side were ugly.

The Taiji diagram controlled by the old Taoist priest expanded in mid-air, blocking the rainwater above.

And the Guangminghuang of Nanchu Yuyang King was all condensed and blessed on the huge golden dragon, and the sound of the dragon's chant was endless, rolling the raging golden flames and rushing towards Uncle Cheng.

Uncle Cheng looked helpless, but his movements were relaxed.

With one hand still holding the oil-paper umbrella under his arm, the other hand stretched out flatly forward.

Suddenly, an invisible wall appeared in the void.

The golden dragon swirled its flames and pounced on it, but it couldn't break through the barrier of the wall.

The blazing flames continued to spread around, but it was difficult to cross the invisible wall, and instead sputtered in other directions.

The raindrops falling from the sky seemed to be denser.

Countless dense rain lines kept falling.

Although Taijitu tried its best to turn around, it could only stop most of it. Some rain lines pierced through Taijitu, broke through the heavy purple energy, and fell on Jinlong.

So these rain lines, like needles, kept piercing the golden dragon, causing the golden dragon to howl in pain.

It was difficult to move on, and now it is even more weak and unsustainable.

Uncle Cheng was a little distressed: "You two, Cheng admires your will and your strength, but my emperor will be here soon, and you will make it difficult for me to return."

As he spoke, he withdrew his outstretched hand, and instead, pulled out the oiled paper umbrella from his armpit.

When the two people on the opposite side heard that the Eastern Zhou Empress herself was about to arrive here, their hearts sank to the bottom of the valley.

At this time, seeing Uncle Cheng holding the oiled paper umbrella in his hand, before opening it, the expressions of both of them changed again.

The old Taoist sighed, and shook his head helplessly: "Mr. Cheng greets Her Majesty the Empress on behalf of the poor Taoist."

After finishing speaking, he drew back and retreated, Taijitu resisted the heavy rain above, and left this place with his own disciples of Qingniuguan.

The master of his Qingniu Temple did not leave for the Western Qin Dynasty this time.

The disciples of Qingniu Temple who entered the ground of West Qin right now are all taking advantage of the general trend of all families to attack Qin together, and take advantage of the opportunity to get a share of the pie.

The Emperor Chu confronted the Old Sword Immortal and the others in Zhengyang City, and it was all right for the people of Qingniu Temple to fight against the Southern Chu Dynasty.

But the Empress of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty might be right in front of her eyes, and she really couldn't hold on any longer.

What's more, even if the queen doesn't arrive, he and King Yuyang of Nanchu will not be sure enough to win the "Rain Master" Cheng Shuzhi, who is the second most skilled player in the Eastern Zhou Dynasty.

In the whole world, apart from all the giants, the middle-aged man in front of him who looks like he has rheumatism is also one of the top experts.

Although the three people present were in the same realm, and he and King Yuyang of Nanchu were also the elders of the Holy Land, there were still differences in the strength of everyone's cultivation.

What's more, even if the two teamed up to win, facing the Queen of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty next, they would definitely die.

Although he was not reconciled to the fact that the duck that had already entered the pot flew away again, the person in the Qingniu Temple had no choice but to retreat at this moment.

Whether the situation can be reversed depends on whether the viewer can come out of the mountain now.

Empresses of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty went to the Western Qin Dynasty, so the territory of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty would inevitably be empty.

Although Dongzhou should be prepared, there may be loopholes to exploit.

That Southern Chu Yuyang King hesitated a little bit, and the people from Qingniu Temple had already retreated first, leaving him alone.

The torrential rain that fell from the sky instantly turned into purgatory, locking him in it, with no way out.

Uncle Cheng on the opposite side nodded again and again: "The Taoist master understands the righteousness, Cheng is very grateful, and it is much more relaxed now."

The oil-paper umbrella in his hand was clamped under his arm again.

But King Yuyang of Nanchu couldn't be happy at all, he just felt the pressure increase sharply.

A Southern Chu warrior yelled, "I'm willing to retreat too!"

Uncle Cheng sighed, "It's late."

As if to verify his words, everyone's hearts were shaken, and their eyes looked towards the distant horizon.

I saw that there seemed to be a moving hill constantly approaching here.

It was clearly a huge green bull with flaming hooves, dragging a huge bullock cart through the mountains and fields.

The bullock cart, which looks simple in appearance, suffocated all the people in Nanchu present.

The Eastern Zhou Dynasty and the Southern Chu Dynasty attacked each other for many years, and the conflicts continued.

They are naturally very familiar with this bullock cart, and they know what it means.

"My emperor has arrived. Cheng must return with some gains. Mr. Cheng, I have offended you." Uncle Cheng said, holding one hand in the air.

The dark rain clouds above suddenly descended.

Along with the heavy rain, continuous thunder sounded and turned into a piece.

Countless streaks of thunder light fell from the black clouds, as if they replaced the rain, turning into a thunderstorm of heavy rain, densely bombarding everyone in Nanchu, including King Yuyang.

Faced with such a violent attack, the Southern Chu warriors fell down in pieces.

King Yuyang raised his body to shine brightly all over the world, but he could only protect a limited area around himself.

But outside of Guangminghuang's protection, he could only watch helplessly as the Shura field turned into thunder and lightning.

Uncle Cheng moved his sore joints, stepped forward in the air, and reached in front of King Yuyang of Nanchu, and reached into the sea of ​​golden light and fire to grab it.

Although the thunderstorm couldn't extinguish the golden flashing flames, it managed to disperse the sea of ​​flames, making it easier for Uncle Cheng to drive straight in.

Under the rain clouds, amidst the thunder and lightning, it seemed that a huge golden dragon roared in pain, lost its majesty, and tried to escape into the distance.

But under the flickering thunder light, there seemed to be a huge ghost and god, who looked like a human being but not a human being, grasping the golden dragon with both arms, standing in the sky in the posture of catching the dragon.

The howling sounds from both sides were earth-shattering, overshadowing the continuous thunderbolt explosions.

The bullock cart, which was as huge as a hill, didn't care about it, and kept silent, just moving forward according to its own established pace.

The rain clouds that covered the sky and the sun were constantly moving, as if deliberately giving way to the bullock carts.

The bullock cart completely ignored the battle on the side, and drove forward on its own.

After a while, the thunder that had already landed behind the side subsided and stopped.

Then the black cloud with light rain moved quickly and caught up with the moving ox cart.

With an oiled paper umbrella under his arm, Uncle Cheng put his ass in front of the cart again and steered the ox cart.

"so slow."

The person in the car said while peeling the walnuts and throwing the walnut kernels into his mouth.

While driving, Uncle Cheng patted his shoulder lightly, and said with a wry smile, "I'm getting old, and I've been sitting still for too long, and my body is getting more and more rusty."

"If you always think of yourself as an old man in your heart, then you are really old." The voice in the car said: "Learn from me, the baby is only six years old this year."

Uncle Cheng rolled his eyes helplessly: "Yes, Your Majesty will always be six years old."

The bullock cart traveled all the way across the land of West Qin and headed for Zhengyang City.

On the road, masters from all walks of life can be seen everywhere, fighting in a dog-tooth pattern, competing for various important places in the West Qin Dynasty, and winning or losing each other.

But no one can stop the progress of the bullock cart.

The closer it was to Zhengyang City, the capital of the Western Qin Emperor, the fewer and fewer such battles.

After crossing a certain limit, the forces of all parties disappeared in an instant, and the territory belonging to the West Qin returned to peace and tranquility. Compared with before, it seemed to be a double world.

But the bullock cart continued to drive, and the atmosphere became depressing again.

Although there is no scene of a fierce battle, there seems to be an invisible momentum in the air, making the whole world seem to freeze.

This may be the reason why no more people dare to set foot here.

As the bullock cart moved forward, a distant city appeared on the horizon.

It is the imperial capital of West Qin Dynasty, Zhengyang City.

In the sky above Zhengyang City, a large formation defending the city was operating silently.

And above the sky dome upwards, the first thing that comes into view is an extremely huge congenital gossip map that is even bigger than the Zhengyang city defense formation.

On the top of the gossip map, there is a terrifying sea of ​​blood covering the sky and the sun.

Adjacent to the sea of ​​blood, there is a shining pure gold sea of ​​fire, and in the sea of ​​fire, a large golden dragon keeps rising and wreaking havoc.

No matter the grandeur or scale, it was much bigger than what King Yuyang of Southern Chu had transformed before.

There is also a dark golden god and demon that seems to be standing in the sky, standing in the sea of ​​blood, standing alone, like a giant god supporting the sky.

On the side of the Xiantian gossip map, there is a stretch of the Milky Way stretching out, and at the same time there is a golden statue of Bodhisattva standing.

The two sides faced off in silence.

Until the bullock cart appears.

In the dark golden appearance of gods and demons, the voice of Jiang Yi, the leader of the ancient god sect in the world of mortals, came out: "Congratulations, the queen has left the customs."

For the Qin side, this is a variable that no one wants to see.

The people in the car left the customs earlier than everyone expected.

The only question that is uncertain now is whether the other party will break through the level ahead of time, or whether it will be successful.

"Master Jiang is being polite."

As the sound sounded, a woman came out from the ox cart and stood on the back of the ox.

Her attire is relatively simple. Although it is also elegant and luxurious, it is far simpler than that of the Chu Emperor and the West Qin Emperor.

It's not a formal attire of the royal family, but it looks a bit like the ordinary clothes in the deep palace.

He is of medium height, with picturesque features.

The appearance looks younger than her actual age, she looks like a girl of fifteen or sixteen years old.

But at this moment, none of the people in Zhengyang City would despise her.

No matter the leader of the Ancient God Sect who just spoke, the Patriarch Xuehe who has been famous for thousands of years, or the emperor of Southern Chu who also ruled the vast world, they are all cautiously watching the girl on the back of the green bull at this moment.

The girl got out of the car, without looking at other people, she first looked at the Tianhe River, and cupped her hands: "Old Yun."

In the Milky Way, the old sword fairy smiled: "Ruotong is here."

In the camp guarding the Xiqin side, Mr. Tianji and Abbot Xiaoxitian Puhui also looked at the girl silently at this moment.

To some extent, the other party can almost be regarded as the most legendary person in the world today, or at least one of the most legendary people.

The youngest giant in the history of the world of mortals.

Empress, Xu Ruotong.