Then, the destiny of the Zhou royal family was completely overturned.

that's all.

The seven top epic-level beings from all over the world, as well as from the entire Zhaotu, gathered in front of the royal palace and drank the last glass of wine.

The next line is to fly across the Northern Desert to bury King Yong of Zhao Wu at the origin of his fortune!

They have their own thoughts and purposes, but the only goal of this trip is the same.

Dusk paves the way for them.

After leaving the royal city, the brilliant golden sand and the vast northern desert were witnesses of their journey.

As a fourth-level powerhouse, an existence like Ji Qiu has far surpassed the ordinary, and is even just one step away from being able to rival the so-called divine.

Therefore, under their feet, 'distance' is just an extremely vague word.

Because often, with just one step, they can appear hundreds of miles or even thousands of miles away. This is the realm of heaven and earth in one thought, which is far beyond imagination for Jindan Zhenren.

It didn't take long.

These beings then crossed long distances one after another and arrived at the vast desert where King Wu and Yong of Zhao exiled themselves.

Northern desert, unbeatable ancient road.

This ancient corridor built in the vast desert was originally built to commemorate the time when King Wu of Zhao Yongcong was a barbarian who drank blood from raw hair and drank blood. He accepted the baptism of the sacred ‘Tian Xing Lord’ in the sky and became the original divine blood.

This four-sided wall was originally a small city and the origin of everything.

Its significance is to offer sacrifices to the being named ‘Tianxing Lord’ and to bury countless heroes and heroes who accompanied King Wu Yong throughout his life here.

But as the years go by.

Now Wu Wang Yong fell into madness.

This ancient yellow sand road that he once named "Invincible" also changed its meaning and became an insurmountable chasm for him.

Because beyond that is the kingdom he once created.

Even if he fell into madness and wandered aimlessly on the boundless gravel, he never crossed this threshold and destroyed everything he had built with his own hands.

Ji Qiu stood beside this dark ancient road, above the city wall lighthouse, blowing the cold wind in the desert, looking at the so-called 'prisoners' imprisoned by this ancient road.

It was an extremely huge figure, with a body several feet tall, even stronger than Zhao Wuling.

He was wearing dark red armor, wrapped with chains, and his face was covered with blood, making his appearance unclear, leaving only ferocity and madness.

A rusty war spear was held tightly in his palm, and behind his back, he also carried a large cauldron inscribed with birds and animals, and the mountains and rivers of Zhao State!

He sat on the vast gravel, seemingly resting, without even opening his eyes.

but,

The sand around him was riddled with holes, with countless holes, large and small.

It can be seen that the surface of this land has even shifted downwards a lot.

It should be the result of this person being angry and mad and unable to restrain himself.

I am alone in the long yellow sand.

It is hard to imagine that this is actually a king of divine blood who once was extremely glorious, subduing Qin in the west, conquering Yan in the north, rejecting the three Jins, and reaching Jiang Qi in the east!

Now, thousands of years have passed!

Thousands of years of wind and frost have washed away from him the glory that the divine blood once brought.

After countless years, the only thing that still remains in his body is the heavy price that is completely opposite to the supreme power!

Each king's longevity may not be the same, and the backlash he suffers in the end is also different.

As for King Yong of Zhao Wu, his price was to become a monster that would fall into the abyss forever and only know bloodthirsty and madness before the time came.

This was the price for the power he had gained.

Therefore, he wanted to end his life.

Therefore, there was a war festival held for himself!

Now, he is no longer the king he was at his peak. He has fallen into madness. Although he is still tyrannical and manipulative, he is no longer invincible!

And giants gathered from all sides.

This is where I personally send a king of divine blood to destruction!

【Wang Yong of Zhao Wu】

[Born in the boundless desert, a barbarian who grew up with hair and drank blood. At the end of the Xuan Shang period a long time ago, he was noticed by Lord Tianxing because of his unique leadership style, and received a so-called ‘gift’ from the divine. 】

[He has gained the authority of ‘bloodthirsty’, and can gain greater stature and more powerful power from the endless killings. 】

[So, he listened to Lord Tianxing's instructions, organized people loyal to his own clan, and under the banner of Emperor Zhou, followed the first generation of Jin lords and started a war to destroy Xuan Shang. 】

[In every war, he must take the lead. Most of the eight hundred princes of Xuan Shang died under his war spear, trampling many corpses. After setting the cauldron in Muye and conquering Chaoge, his name resounded throughout the Kyushu, and he even secretly robbed him.

A nine-cauldron is built, with the appearance of cracking the earth and conferring a king!】

[Later, he was granted the title of king and loyal to the first Jin lord in the land of the Three Jin Dynasties. As time went by, the first Jin lord reached the peak of the divine blood and was unwilling to suffer the backlash of the divine blood, so he fought to the death and broke through and died.

On the eve of his descendants' succession to the throne, Zhao Yong, together with the Wei and Han families, launched the "Dark Night Rebellion" and usurped the kingdoms of the Three Jin Dynasties.]

[He established the kingdom of the Zhao family on the edge of the Northern Desert, and became the King of the Seven Divine Bloods, which was passed down by word of mouth and was famous throughout the Kyushu!]

[Since then, he has fought in the south and north, rarely losing a single defeat. He was once known as the strongest divine blood existence except for the Emperor Zhou!]

[But the more powerful a person is, the more severe the backlash from the divine blood he will encounter. His nightmare finally arrives when Qianfan passes away. 】

[After being tyrannical all his life, he finally discovered that it was just a sacred plaything in the sky. Zhao Yong was extremely angry, but found that he had no way to resist. He even destroyed the original statue of Lord Tianxing, but he did not come. 】

[He was helpless, with no other options, and unwilling to become a crazy monster, so he imprisoned himself in the once named "Invincible Ancient Road", wandering around the vast northern desert all day long, promulgating royal orders, holding festivals, trying to use battle

Way to end the final glory of this life.】

[Simulated evaluation: One of the strongest divine-blooded creatures on this land, but in the eyes of some people, the ups and downs of his life are just a joke.]

Ji Qiu's eyes flashed for a moment, and he deduced the entire life trajectory of this king.

The further he goes through reincarnation and sees the life trajectories of these characters, the more emotional Ji Qiu can't help but feel.

Time and years are truly the most ruthless things under the sun.

It can turn beauties into skeletons, heroes into dust, righteous people into heartless people, ambitious people to return to the mountains and fields, and countless seas into mulberry fields.

Changes in the world often only take a few thousand years, which is enough.

Even those with great supernatural powers who have reached this level, such as King Yong of Zhao Wu.

The end is no different.

So sad.

As if he noticed Ji Qiu's silent gaze.

It seemed as if he saw that the other paths were like morning stars, facing the afterglow that was about to end, and they arrived at the existence of this undefeated ancient path one after another.

The mad king, who was wearing mottled red armor and holding a spear, slowly opened his eyes.

His eyes are red.

At the same time, he let out an inaudible roar like a wild beast, which even shook the earth.

His mountain-like body slowly stood up.

The vast dust swayed.

Countless gravels, large and small, gathered together to form boulders one after another, like the bright stars in the sky. As this stalwart figure stood up, they floated into the sky and transformed the surrounding world into him.

territory!

There are seven giant-level existences, separated in all directions.

They only had eyes for this mad king.

At this moment, the desert wind and sand seemed to be playing the prelude to a funeral.

This is a major event destined to be engraved in this era!

Too

The first war in which real mortals wielded their swords against the King of Divine Blood!

An epic battle.
Chapter completed!