With a loud rumble, the Eight Wastelands Shrine slowly rose from the ground and flew back into the sky. Jianchen's thunderous voice rang out from the Eight Wastelands Shrine.
"You want to kill me? Come, I'd like to see how you're going to bury me here today."
Jianchen was unforgiving. With the Eight Wastelands Shrine protecting him, he completely disregarded the protector clans. He controlled the Eight Wastelands Shrine to fly above the heads of the many experts of Yi Yuan School. He wanted to do the same thing as before and smash them all into the ground.
All the people of Yi Yuan School had ashen complexions. Each and every one of them was trembling with anger. They were a dignified protector clan, respected and worshipped by everyone on the continent. Over the countless years, they had never been bullied to such an embarrassing state.
Yi Yangzi could no longer remain calm. He furiously said, "Jianchen, don't think that you're the only one with a Holy Emperor Shrine. My Yi Yuan School also has one. Great elders, take the Holy Emperor Shrine." With that, Yi Yangzi waved his hand in the air. Immediately, a spatial crack was torn open, quickly forming a Space Gate that led to the interior of Yi Yuan School. He then sucked with his hand and a palm-sized shrine that had been enshrined on the altar immediately flew out.
The shrine rapidly expanded in Yi Yangzi's hand. In the blink of an eye, it had expanded to three thousand meters. Yi Yangzi then flew into the shrine and controlled it to furiously crash into Jianchen's Eight Wastelands Shrine.
The other great elders also cut space to form a Space Gate. They then directly entered the Space Gate and disappeared. They had already returned to the protector clans to take the shrine. They were not as powerful as Yi Yangzi, so they could not take the shrine like Yi Yangzi. They could only return to the protector clans to take it.
Because of some rules, the protector clans did not recognize the shrine as its master like Jianchen. Instead, they placed it in the clan and would not carry it with them. They would only take it out when they needed it and control it with a secret method.
Boom!
Yi Yangzi's shrine violently collided with the shrine of the Eight Wastelands in the air. It immediately erupted with a deafening boom. The terrifying sound waves expanded in all directions as visible ripples, causing the mountains below to collapse. Many rocks were reduced to dust.
Although the divine halls did not possess much offensive power, they still possessed the power of Saint Emperors. The collision of the two divine halls in the air was like a battle between two Saint Emperors. Just the sound waves were enough to kill Heaven Saint Masters. The sound waves were so powerful that they could rip apart the soul of any Heaven Saint Master.
. if the shrine's shrine Holy Emperor of Flame, the sound waves would be enough to annihilate all the people in the sky. to. if they were to fight in the sky to fight in the city, the sound waves would be enough to annihilate all the people in the city.
After the collision, the two divine halls remained unscathed. However, the powerful recoil forced the two divine halls back rapidly.
Both sides had unleashed their true power. As soon as the shrines stabilized, they continued to control the shrines to collide with each other. The battle was earth-shattering, causing countless mountains to collapse.
Very soon, the other great elders of the Yi Yuan sect all took out their shrines. Each of them controlled a shrine. Including the one controlled by Yi Yangzi, there were a total of five shrines in the air. They aggressively collided with Jianchen's shrine of the Eight Wastelands to vent their anger.
"Argh!" Jianchen bellowed out. He showed no fear at all. He controlled the shrine of the Eight Wastelands to collide with the five shrines in front of him in an unstoppable manner.
Now, the battle between Jianchen and the Yi Yuan sect had evolved into a clash between shrines. Although neither side was able to injure the other, the battle was extremely intense.
The impact of the collision between the six divine palaces was even more powerful. The terrifying sound waves wreaked havoc between the heaven and earth, tearing the void apart. The mountains below collapsed one by one. Even the vitality of the heaven and earth was affected greatly, and began to violently riot.
The six shrines collided time and time again in the air, erupting with great disturbances that alarmed all the peak experts on the continent.
In an unknown void in Mercenary City, Tian Jian, who was dressed in white, sat cross-legged in the void within the Floating Divine Palace. His eyes were slightly closed and his eyebrows had already turned slightly white.
Before Tian Jian sat the black-robed Ming Dong and the half-naked Tie Ta. The two of them had been cultivating under Tian Jian's personal guidance for the past few years, so their rate of improvement could be described as godly. Both of them radiated with dense presences at this moment.
Suddenly, Tian Jian's eyes snapped open. A gleam of light immediately flashed through his eyes. He cast his gaze into the distance, as if he could see through space.
"It's actually a clash between six shrines. Five of them belong to the protector Yi Yuan sect, so who controls the last one? They're actually bold enough to oppose the protector Yi Yuan sect," Tian Jian softly murmured. With a single movement, he vanished.
On the outskirts of the Cross Cross Mountain Range, in a quiet little valley, a white-haired old farmer was barefooted in the mud, constantly waving the hoe in his hand to dig the soil.
Suddenly, the old man's indifferent gaze sharpened at that moment. He stared into the distance in interest and even stopped swinging the hoe in his hand.
"What powerful shockwaves. Who's fighting? Have the experts of the Beast God Continent come again?" The old farmer murmured in a low voice. Then, he closed his eyes and used a secret technique to spy on what was happening in the distance. After a while, he sighed, "It turns out that someone is controlling a Divine Palace to confront Yi Yuan School. I don't know who is controlling the Divine Palace, but he dares to openly provoke the Ten Great Guardian Families. However, this matter has nothing to do with me. I've already left the Tian Yuan Continent and will no longer interfere with the matters of the continent. As long as the experts of the Beast God Continent don't invade and Little Fatty's life is not threatened, I won't care even if the sky falls down. "
As soon as he reached there, the old farmer paused. Surprise flashed through his eyes, and he said in surprise, "Strange. Why do I feel a familiar presence from the divine hall? It seems to be related to the cultivation method of our Bloodsword sect. Who's controlling the divine hall?"
The old farmer frowned heavily. He lowered his head in thought before mumbling to himself, "No, I have to go take a look." The old farmer swung the hoe in his hand and used it to rip open a Space Gate. He walked through the Space Gate barefoot with the hoe in his hand.
A large mirror of water hovered in another region of space. It played the battle between the six divine halls. Below the mirror, a white-robed, evil-looking, middle-aged man lay on a patch of grass as he watched with interest. It was as if he was watching a wonderful show.
"I never thought that Jianchen would become so powerful after just a few years. It really is unbelievable. Now that Jianchen is protected by the divine hall, I'd like to see just how the ten protector clans are going to take the Winged Tiger from him. "
"Hehe, back then, the ten protector clans spent quite a lot of effort fighting for the Winged Tiger. They did everything they could to find Jianchen and obtain the Winged Tiger. Now that Jianchen has returned and the Winged Tiger is by his side, I wonder how the ten protector clans will react when they discover that they can't take the Winged Tiger from Jianchen. I really look forward to that moment. I'll definitely witness the ten protector clans being humiliated."
The middle-aged man on the grass snickered evilly.
At this time, a very beautiful woman in her twenties walked over leisurely from afar. She lamented, "Husband, this concubine seems to be pregnant. You didn't even come to accompany me." The young and beautiful woman's tone was full of complaints.
The middle-aged man waved his hand and the mirror in the sky immediately shattered. Afterward, he stood up and made his way toward the woman with a wide smile, "Hahaha, my eighty-eighth child is finally about to be born."
Beyond the sea, at the bottom of the Lunisolar Cave on the fog-shrouded Dragon Island, the starlight still shone brightly. It dyed the Lunisolar Cave into a cosmos, which was extremely mesmerizing.
At this moment, the calm space of the Moon Star Cave suddenly began to ripple. Two figures slowly materialized from nothingness.
One of them was a middle-aged man in his forties, while the other was an old man in his seventies. They were Ruijin and the mutated crocodile Black Fish, who had been separated from Jianchen all those years ago.
Almost ten years had passed, but the two of them had not changed at all. Their complexions were the same as before, and their clothes were neat and tidy. They were not damaged at all. The only difference was that the two of them seemed like completely ordinary people right now. They seemed extremely ordinary.
Ruijin glanced around and murmured, "We've finally returned. Let's go find Jianchen quickly. We can't let anything happen to him, or I, Ruijin, will never be able to see my clansmen again."
Black Fish nodded, "Jianchen is from the Tian Yuan Continent, so he should be there. Let's go find him there."
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The Eight Wastelands Divine Hall under Jianchen's control continued to clash with the five divine halls of the Yiyuan sect. Both sides were locked in a stalemate, and neither side was willing to stop.
As they fought, the space in the surroundings silently cracked open, forming over a dozen Space Gates. Experts constantly emerged from them, and every single one of them possessed the strength of a Holy Emperor. In just a few seconds, several dozen Holy Emperor level experts had gathered.
The ten great clans of the Tian Yuan Continent had finally gathered once again. Aside from them, the grand elder of Mercenary City, Tian Jian, and the sect master of the Bloodsword sect, Houston, were also present.
As soon as they emerged from the Space Gates, they all stared at the six divine halls that were violently clashing in the air. Surprise filled their faces.
Houston did not glance at the five divine halls of the Yiyuan sect. Instead, he stared fixedly at the Eight Wastelands Divine Hall under Jianchen's control. His face was filled with mixed emotions, as well as endless doubt. He softly murmured, "That's right. It can't be wrong. This divine hall really is related to the cultivation method of our Bloodsword sect. I can actually sense a sliver of power from the divine hall. However, the Forging Divine Hall is the ability of the Holy Emperor. Our Bloodsword sect has never produced a Holy Emperor, so who is controlling the divine hall? Where did this divine hall come from, and who created it? "
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