Although it was said that he was greeting the other party at the main altar, the main altar was an important place that outsiders could not easily step in.
Those who could enter would definitely be strictly controlled.
People like Blade Emperor Yuwen Feng were definitely not on this list.
Whether it was him or the people of the Devil religion, they would not have such a plan.
If such a day really came, either the two sides would form an extremely close alliance and work closely together, or they would have a decisive battle, and the other races would break through the Devil religion's main altar.
Therefore, after Blade Emperor appeared on a mountain range to the northeast of the Ancient God Peak, this mountain range became the place for both sides to meet.
Chen Luoyang was quite satisfied with this.
His "Zhu Rong" needed time to gather the power of the earth fire, and it was not something that could be done in one go.
Therefore, after preparing once, there was no need to squat at the Ancient God Peak, because squatting there was no use.
He could not tell the other party after one move, please wait, let me prepare another move.
The Zhu Rong Burning Sky Array was still weak, and fighting at the Ancient God Peak, there was no geographical advantage to speak of.
If the earth fire erupted again, not only would the main altar be destroyed, Hierarch Chen himself might also suffer.
At that time, it was hard to say whether Blade Emperor would be fine, but the exhausted Chen Luoyang would most likely be in trouble.
At such a close distance, the Devil religion did not move the Six Dragon Emperor Carriage.
The followers carried a soft sedan to the mountain peak where the two emperors were meeting.
Chen Luoyang sat in the sedan, but his thoughts were running wild.
Four years ago, Blade Emperor and Sword King had a battle, and it ended in a draw, with both sides suffering heavy losses.
Not long ago, Demon Emperor and Sword King once again had a pinnacle battle.
And now, he, the Demon Emperor, was going to meet Blade Emperor again.
The three emperors of the divine continent, in pairs, were all going to meet once.
The previous two times, it was not an exaggeration to say, each time caused a huge change in the Divine Land.
Blade Emperor and Sword King both recuperated after the battle, and the eight True Form realm warriors under them took advantage of the situation to rise.
As a result, the chaos lasted for nearly two years.
In the end, the "Two Sovereigns of the North and the South, Emperors of the Eight Realms" became the "Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors".
This time, the Saber Emperor was in seclusion, and after the battle between the Sword King and the Demon Emperor, the world was stirred up again, and it almost engulfed the entire Divine Land.
Apart from the Three Sovereigns, the Five Emperors of the Divine Prefecture were all participating in the battle.
Although the war ended in less than a month, both sides had fought extremely fiercely.
The masters of the Devil religion had suffered heavy casualties, and the Righteous Path of the Central Plains of China had even been annihilated.
The A-ranked forces suffered great losses, and many of their leaders perished in this battle.
Two years later, Emperor Wu had once again fallen.
The power structure of the Central Plains might be reshuffled because of this.
And this turbulent storm had probably only just ended the first half.
As for where they would go in the second half, perhaps it would be decided by the meeting of the two emperors today.
"Reporting to the Hierarch, there's someone ahead." Lao Shou, who was following beside the palanquin, said softly, "It looks like Bothar."
"Heavenly Wolf" Bothar.
The leader of the foreign races, one of the twelve generals under the command of Blade Emperor Yuwen Feng. He was ranked second among the twelve generals, second only to the leader of the generals, "Divine Eagle" Iksa.
He was also ranked fourth among the twelve generals, "Wind Wolf" Leeb, "Demon Wolf" Ba Kun, the leader of the ten horses under the Left Virtuous Prince Xiu Zhe, and "Ultimate Wolf" Yamuah, the leader of the Golden Sea Tribe of the foreign races. They were collectively known as the Four Great Wolf Kings.
Previously, the third elder of the Devil religion, Wang Mofeng, had fought with "Heavenly Wolf" Bothar for a short while.
Neither side wanted to fight to determine the winner, so they dispersed.
Did Bothar follow the leader of the foreign races to the south, or did he come to the Southern Wasteland himself, and then hurried to pay a visit to the leader of the foreign races before traveling together?
In the palanquin, Chen Luoyang pondered.
At this time, Bothar came to greet him.
He was tall and looked to be about thirty years old. He was not wearing the clothes of the foreign races, but had changed into the fashionable clothes of the Southern Wasteland.
"Greetings, Hierarch Chen. Bothar has come to greet you under the order of the leader."
Chen Luoyang sat in the palanquin in Silence. He did not intend to speak.
Beside the palanquin, Old Shou said, "Blade Emperor and Your Excellency, you have come from afar to the Southern Wasteland. Of course, we have to play host."
What he meant was, you are in the Southern Wasteland. Every inch of land under your feet belongs to the Devil religion. How can you be the host and entertain the guests?
Don't even think about turning from guest to host.
The only choice was for the guest to follow the host's wishes.
Bothar's expression did not change when he heard this. "The place that the leader has arranged to entertain Hierarch Chen is carefully decorated. It will definitely satisfy Hierarch Chen. If Hierarch Chen is not willing to move, it's okay. Just ask the Hierarch to wait patiently for a while."
After saying this, he took out a horn and blew it.
The sound was not loud, but it spread out, making people worry whether it could be heard far.
Old Shou frowned and turned to look at the palanquin.
Chen Luoyang's voice came from the palanquin. "Interesting. However, my patience is not good. Yuwen Feng should hurry up."
Bothar put down the horn and cupped his hands towards the palanquin. Then, he quietly stood in place.
What he said was not false.
Sure enough, after waiting for a while, a loud and clear eagle cry suddenly came from the distant horizon.
Then, they saw a small black dot appear. It became bigger at lightning speed and arrived in front of them in the blink of an eye.
When the other party landed, they discovered that it was an incomparably huge eagle!
Its wingspan was probably more than a hundred meters when it spread its wings.
The eagle's back was so wide that it seemed like a small open space.
A big man was standing on its back. He was wearing a leather cloak and had a wine pot hanging at his waist. He laughed loudly and said, "Chen Luoyang, how does this Black Feather of mine compare to Li Yuanlong's Flame Dragon?"
Chen Luoyang walked out of the palanquin.
A strong wind blew in front of him. That huge eagle dragged the man down from the sky.
As it flapped its huge wings, a tornado was about to be set off here.
A dark golden light flashed in Chen Luoyang's eyes.
He had seen the portrait of the big man in front of him too many times in different ancient books.
The person who came was the Blade Emperor and the Sword King, one of the Three Sovereigns of the Divine Prefecture, the leader of the Mutated Race, Yuwen Feng.
Looking closely, the other party was not very tall. He only had an average build.
His facial features were somewhat similar to the Left Virtuous Prince Xiu Zhe of the Mutated Race. His body was not as thin and weak as Xiu Zhe's, but it was not majestic either.
But it was this body that made people feel as if it contained a hair-raising explosive power under the surface of the body.
The "Black Feather" he mentioned must be this mutated giant eagle.
This giant eagle wasn't just big in size.
Chen Luoyang estimated that it should be the most powerful spiritual bird in the Divine Land.
Although it was not as strong as a True Dragon, it was stronger than the Flood Dragon that pulled his carriage.
In front of this giant eagle, the Flood Dragon was probably like a giant snake.
Its speed and endurance were probably excellent. Even if it was carrying someone on its back, it could immediately soar into the sky with a flap of its wings.
Damn it …
Chen Luoyang was a little speechless.
No wonder Bothar was so calm.
It turned out that they really had a place where they could host and entertain guests.
And it was a place that could move.
If he went up, the giant eagle would spread its wings and fly away in an instant. It would be difficult for his subordinates to catch up.
"You are talking about my Flame Dragon."
Muttering to himself, Chen Luoyang casually said, "It is almost an adult, comparable to Li Yuanlong and Wang Jian."
"Why don't you bring it out to play?" Blade Emperor Yuwen Feng stood on the eagle's back and asked with a smile.
"It's fine as long as you have it." Chen Luoyang said indifferently.
"Okay, then come." Yuwen Feng pointed at the giant eagle's back with the tip of his foot.
Chen Luoyang calmly stepped forward and jumped on the giant eagle's back.
But at the same time, the Demonic Order on his body exerted its power.
Nine-armed Devil Fei Chen's essence had been greatly consumed in the Southern Cloud Mountain battle, it was no longer enough to suppress an existence on the level of Emperor Wu.
But it was barely enough to bully this giant eagle.
Under the black light, nine Demon Gods appeared, suppressing the giant eagle so much that it was difficult for it to fly.
But it didn't have the intention to hurt it, it just let the giant eagle land.
It landed on the Southern Wasteland.
As soon as it landed on the ground, the suppressive power weakened, but as long as the giant eagle wanted to fly, the suppressive power would increase.
So this giant eagle that could soar for thousands of miles could only stay on the ground like this.
Blade Emperor Yuwen Feng didn't stop it.
He just looked at Chen Luoyang and the Demonic Order curiously.
"There's a feeling of death and decay, as if someone's corpse had been fused with it." Yuwen Feng asked, "The corpse of the Hierarch of your sect was fused with this order?"
"It's just a coincidence." Chen Luoyang played it down and changed the topic.
He looked at Yuwen Feng on the eagle's back, "What kind of wind blew you to the Southern Wasteland? Is it because of Xiu Zhe?"
Black Emperor Seok was heavily injured, luckily he got help from one of the 12 Flying Generals, "Wind Wolf" Leeb, to escape from the Devil religion's pursuit.
But on his way back to the Northern Desert, he was besieged by the Central Plains' righteous experts.
In the end, although he managed to escape back to the foreign race's territory, he suffered more injuries and was in a terrible situation.
"He was not as skilled as others, and ended up like this, it was his own doing."
When mentioning his brother, Yuwen Feng's tone was very natural.
Chen Luoyang could clearly see four words from his expression.
The law of the jungle.
Saber Emperor glanced at him and said, "I came to the south because of you."
Chen Luoyang looked at him in Silence and smiled.
Blade Emperor Yuwen Feng also smiled, "Sure enough, you know what I mean."
He put one hand on his waist and looked to the West.
"When I came out, I heard about your battle with Tao Wangji. After the battle, Tao Wangji did not show up, but you still had the strength to fight your way back." Yuwen Feng looked back at Chen Luoyang, "You are stronger than Tao Wangji."
"I was worried that your injuries had not healed, but when I went to the South, I heard more about you, so I decided to come and meet you."
Chen Luoyang stood with his hands behind his back, his expression was nonchalant, not proud, not happy.
As if everything was natural.
The so-called "more about you" was most likely him quelling the underground fire and the battle at Southern Cloud Mountain.
If he heard about these glorious deeds from others, Chen Luoyang would be very happy.
But from the Blade Emperor's mouth, he felt that something was not right.
This guy, he really did not have his eyes on the defeated Chinese Central Plains Righteous Alliance, but he had his eyes on him, Chen Luoyang.
Great Sect Master Chen's heart was filled with disgust.
His expression did not change, he turned to look at the leader of the foreign races beside him.
A hint of approval appeared on his face as he slowly nodded, "As expected, compared to Tao Wangji, you are a better opponent."
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