Chapter 367: Old Turtle

Nobody had thought of retreating.

Both sides' reactions were all about fighting to a stalemate.

Within Long Guo, strong ones also emerged.

"Who first awakens from the great dream? In the blink of an eye, a thousand years have passed."

This is an old man, wearing a Daoist robe, tattered beyond repair, his hair messy as if he hadn't washed it for decades.

He smiled, shouldering an immortal sword as he set off.

If a strong one from a thousand years ago saw him, they would surely recognize him: this person is the Sword Immortal Gao Le, who a thousand years ago was already a master of the Great Accomplishment stage, having hidden away for a thousand years, yet he has actually become an Earth Immortal.

"Hehe, such an interesting matter, how could it be lacking this seat?"

In a vast desolate mountain, a figure drenched in blood-charged aura shot out, heading straight toward Daoguo.

Blood Blade Venerable.

A strong one of the Demonic Path from over a thousand years ago later disappeared; there were rumors he was slain, yet unexpectedly he has emerged.

"I've survived three thousand years; it's time for me to emerge."

A sigh sounded.

This is a Sǎnxiān, but his aura is exceptionally strong.

Seven Tribulation Sǎnxiān.

Equivalent to a Tiānxiān strong one.

Sǎnxiān Lü Ying.

He became a Sǎnxiān three thousand years ago, and now he has actually stepped into the ranks of the Seven Tribulation Sǎnxiān.

However, Lü Ying knows that hiding away and cultivating is useless.

To survive the upcoming tribulation, in Fanchén Zhong he cannot do it.

Now emerging, he prepares to exert his remaining vigor.

"Everyone has come out; if I don't, wouldn't that be rather meaningless?"

A light chuckle echoed from an unnamed tomb.

An attendant, a tall old man, rushed out from the tomb.

Wudang Zhang Sanfeng.

Taking the martial path to enter the Dao, he feigned death and hid away.

After cultivating for several hundred years, he has now indeed reached the Tiānxiān level.

He bears a sword, its hilt inscribed with the two characters 'True Martial'.

There are rumors that Zhang Sanfen is the reincarnation of the True Martial Subduing Demons Great Emperor; now that he has this sword at his side, people feel the rumor may not be false.

Strong ones emerged one after another.

Moreover, some hidden Sǎnxiān from other sects also emerged from secret realms.

They unexpectedly all headed toward Daoguo in unison.

In a short time, the number of strong ones on Long Guo's side reached an astonishing figure.

Even Lucifer and them were frightened.

Jue Tian Di Tong, unable to ascend.

Long Guo actually still has this many strong ones?

How did they manage that?

Chiyou's gaze fell upon Zhang Sanfeng's body, revealing a strange expression,

"Old Turtle, is it really you?"

He asked, opening his mouth.

"It's really you, kid, you actually survived; it seems the Huangdi kid's scheming is indeed not simple, everyone thought you were mortal enemies, yet they didn't expect you to have staged a play."

Zhang Sanfeng sighed.

Chiyou narrowed his eyes, staring at Zhang Sanfeng, coldly saying: "What nonsense are you spouting? I cannot coexist with the Huangdi."

Upon hearing Chiyou's words, everyone was shocked.

They didn't know Chiyou's identity, but they also knew that anyone who could feud with the Huangdi must be a tremendous figure; among immortals, they belong to those of great supernatural power.

Otherwise, they wouldn't be qualified to feud with the human emperor.

As for the nickname Old Turtle, they recalled a legend.

Rumor has it that Zhang Sanfeng is the reincarnation of the True Martial Great Emperor, whose true form is the Black Warrior.

Could it be that this Zhang Sanfeng is truly the reincarnation of the True Martial Great Emperor?

That is somewhat frightening.

The reincarnation of the True Martial Great Emperor is too terrifying in origin.

No wonder in this era, one can become a Tiānxiān; he has only lived a few hundred years.

"I don't know what you're saying; I am called Zhang Sanfeng, the ancestral master of Wudang."

Zhang Sanfeng muttered.

"Hehe, Old Turtle."

Chiyou gave a cold laugh.

"A strong one has come."

Zhang Sanfeng said.

He swung his sword and cut forth.

Not far away, the void was severed.

A group of powerhouses walked out from within.

Leading them was a woman with hair like gold, which under the sun appeared extremely dazzling.

She was very beautiful, holding a scepter in her hand, with a group of powerhouses following behind her.

"Not bad looking, you can be a servant girl in my camp."

Chīyóu said.

"Athena."

Sòng Tiāncì said.

This is a foreign Shénmíng, he naturally knows.

Looking at the group of powerhouses behind the opponent, Sòng Tiāncì's expression turned solemn.

"I don't know if that guy Zeus has arrived; his strength should not be inferior to the Supreme God of the Western Holy Court."

Sòng Tiāncì said.

"No one else, but Athena isn't a virgin goddess? I see her primordial yin has already been lost, obviously she is no longer a maiden."

Zhāng Sānfēng said somewhat surprised.

Athena had been elegant, but upon hearing Zhāng Sānfēng's words, she instantly broke down.

She had always been a maiden; who would have thought that Zeus that old bastard would take advantage and strike at her.

She had been preparing for battle recently; Jiéguǒ he succeeded and she lost her purity.

Xiǎng dào zhèlǐ, a flash of hatred crossed her eyes.

Sooner or later I will kill that old beast Zeus.

"Let's go."

Athena led the gods and flew toward Jiājùtǔ.

"Kill."

Chīyóu's eyes flashed with a fierce light.

At this moment, a group of people surrounded Chīyóu and them.

"jīgū#@%%￥……&"

Those people wore strange attire and shouted at Chīyóu and them.

Chīyóu frowned, what nonsense are these guys spouting?

He used divine sense to parse their words.

Chīyóu's face immediately darkened.

The other side demanded their surrender; the leader, who called himself the Golden-winged Great Peng Eagle, was a fool.

It seemed to be the mount of a certain country's chief god.

A mere mount dares to shout at me like this?

Chīyóu was just about to erupt.

Iron-eating Beast charged out, its body the size of a small hill, rushing toward that Golden-winged Great Peng Eagle.

Mount versus mount.

If Chīyóu were to attack the mount, it would be an insult to him.

Golden-winged Great Peng Eagle and Iron-eating Beast fought fiercely together.

After not seeing each other for a while, the Iron-eating Beast's strength had actually risen to the Tiānxiān level.

It shed its lazy appearance and truly displayed the sharpness of the Iron-eating Beast.

As the mount of a demon god, its ferocity is overwhelming; how could it be like its offspring, only knowing how to act cute?

Golden-winged Great Peng Eagle also revealed its true form, and the two giant beasts engaged in fierce combat.

Flesh and blood kept falling from them; they were both incredibly ferocious.

At this point the Iron-eating Beast had gone berserk, fighting the Golden-winged Great Peng Eagle to the death, aiming to completely slay it.

Golden-winged Great Peng Eagle refused to yield, counterattacking.

The two ferocious beasts fought from the heavens down to the earth.

The people of the Daoguo country fled in panic.

But this could not change their fate of dying in the struggle between the two giant beasts.

Vast numbers of living beings were killed by the aftershocks of their battle, but the two ferocious beasts had already gone berserk and paid no heed.

The remaining gods of the A San Country, who had never seen such a scene, turned Cāngbái-faced one by one.

"Kill."

Chīyóu said coldly.

Everyone attacked, killing toward the gods of the A San Country.

They were already frightened; now being attacked, they scattered and fled in all directions.

Chīyóu and everyone were left speechless.