Chapter 1258

Above the firmament, the vortex roared at this moment, unleashing a sound that surpassed the thunder.

It spread throughout the entire Eastern Wanggu.

Like heavy heartbeats, it echoed in the chests of all living beings, shaking the spirits of the myriad clans.

At the same time, on the Eastern Wanggu Continent, the poisonous plants growing in various domains that had not completely withered...

At this instant, began to sway!

As if in welcome!

Subsequently, within the firmament's vortex, a dark purple miasma surged forth suddenly from within with the momentum of a collapsing mountain and an overturning sea.

It billowed toward the outside world, instantly blotting out the sky and sun.

Moreover, within that miasma, a slender figure appeared.

Like an ink-colored silhouette.

The moment it appeared, the poisonous plants in all domains of the Eastern Wanggu Continent bloomed in unison!

Poisonous intent, at this instant, rose up upon the rules and laws of Eastern Wanggu.

And the source of all this was precisely the figure within the miasma.

He was stepping out!

A black satin robe hung down like a night waterfall, the hem stained with frost crystals condensed from his constitutional poison, shining with an eerie light.

His black hair was unbound, hanging down like crow feathers, with ghostly green phosphorus fire swimming between the strands, as if thousands of tiny venomous snakes were flicking their tongues in the shadows.

Even more astonishing was the brand of twelve petals between his brows, circling each other to form a distorted beauty's face.

Shocking to the eye!

It was precisely Li Mengtu!

His appearance caused the spirits of all the myriad clans of Eastern Wanggu and the cultivators of the Holy Lands who were paying attention to this place to shake violently.

"A second Quasi-Immortal!"

Inside the Human Imperial Capital, Ning Yan gasped.

In Feng Haijun, Yao Hou and the others, sensing this scene through special methods, were equally shocked.

There were also Mingnan Shizi and the others within the Sacrifice Moon Great Domain, as well as the cultivators of the myriad clans, all of whose spirits were churning.

And as for the Empress, her eyes contracted.

"This person is also a Quasi-Immortal! Although not as strong as the former, the aura on his body still far surpasses that Huang Yikun!"

As the Empress's inner wariness grew intense, Li Mengtu in mid-air swept his gaze across the four directions, looking at this world.

"This place... is Eastern Wanggu..."

Li Mengtu took a deep breath.

According to the records in his family's ancestral genealogy, he knew clearly... his ancestors came from Eastern Wanggu.

At this moment, infinite emotion rose in his heart, and he was about to continue speaking.

But the voice of Xing Huanzi came out coldly.

"What are you blocking there for? If you've descended, hurry up and make way for the others!"

Hearing this, Li Mengtu snorted, but still made way.

Almost at the same time he stepped aside, the firmament vortex behind him roared again.

This time, the mountains appeared first.

One after another, illusory mountain peaks suddenly materialized outside the vortex; the moment they appeared, the mountains of Eastern Wanggu also swayed.

And in the mountain shadows piled up in mid-air, a woman stepped over the mountains and arrived.

This woman's face was beautiful and cold, her nose bridge high, her lips colored like cinnabar, carrying a touch of the coldness of accumulated snow on a mountain peak.

She wore a moon-white wide-sleeved fairy dress, with layered distant mountain shadows embroidered on the hem, the blue-gray patterns flowing with her steps, as if the mountains were floating and sinking in the clouds and mist.

At this moment, as she walked, a suspended stone path condensed under her feet, and the mountains behind her roared continuously, as if worshipping her.

It was precisely Yuanshan Su!

She was not alone; in the mountain shadows behind her, there was another figure that seemed to have overflowed from a crack in hell, carrying a broken sword, descending and arriving.

This person wore a tattered crow-green robe, his hair a mix of gray and white interspersed with a few strands of scarlet, messily tied up with a white bone hairpin, with black blood scabs condensed at the ends, as if it had been cut off by a sword and then grown out randomly.

His expression was gloomy and cold, and as he walked, the ruthless intent surging in the depths of his eyes was like an evil ghost under a deep pool, as if he could drag people into an abyss of no return at any time.

Especially the broken sword carried on his back.

The hilt was wrapped in half-rotted human skin, the blade covered in fine cracks, from which dark purple evil Qi seeped out.

This Qi was monstrous, spreading continuously toward the eight directions.

Vaguely, there were the roars of living beings inside, chanting the death curse.

He, naturally, was Xie Lingzi!

The myriad clans of Eastern Wanggu had their spirits shaken once again.

The Empress instinctively took a few steps back; in her view, the first one to appear belonged to the supreme, the second one to appear was also not weak, and as for the third... it was stunning.

But this fourth one was extremely evil!

And they were all Quasi-Immortals, all Great Emperors!

Most importantly, the aura within the vortex was still erupting.

The strength of this aura roared through the world, changing the color of the heavens and earth, causing the bodies of the human cultivators of Eastern Wanggu to tremble; even the various clans in other domains were instinctively in awe.

It also caused the cultivators of the Holy Lands who had descended earlier to feel intense palpitations.

Especially those Quasi-Immortals of the Holy Lands scattered in the eight directions felt it even more strongly; they clearly perceived that whether it was these people who had descended or the aura within the vortex, any single one... actually surpassed Huang Yikun!

And... this kind of descent was still continuing!

The entire Eastern Wanggu was shaking at this moment.

And just at this moment when all parties were nervous and shaking, paying close attention.

In the vortex above the human race, sword sounds echoed.

Thousands of armies were repelled, turning into sword shapes, rushing out from within the vortex!

The moment they appeared, the heavens and earth trembled, as if the sun and moon were shining together.

The myriad swords of Eastern Wanggu all chimed in unison.

Countless people paying attention to this place instinctively gazed over; even the gods who had cast their divine sense here had ripples in their divine sense at this moment.

It was truly because these two swords had immortal Qi that shocked the heavens, and even more, they had extraordinary agility!

They were the treasures of the current age!

Among them, Qianjun was three feet three inches long, the sword body like melted snow turning into crystal, with fine starlight flowing within the transparent sword body, and silver cloud-thunder patterns carved on the sword spine.

And Biyi was an inch shorter, the sword body celadon-colored, with layered mountains and flying waterfalls carved on the surface, the blade as thin as a cicada's wing yet incomparably sharp.

At this moment, the two swords shone together, circling the eight directions; wherever they passed, the void froze as if iced over, leaving behind light blue sword marks.

There were even sword sounds reaching the nine heavens, echoing the bold words Qianjun and Biyi had prepared for themselves.

"Qianjun dominates killing!"

"Biyi dominates defense!"

"Combined, they can slash through the barriers of the Xinghuan myriad worlds; separated, they can protect the human race from the attacks of the gods!"

These three sentences spread to the eight directions, causing all observers to have their spirits shaken violently; meanwhile, the roar of the vortex continued to intensify, and this time, four figures descended simultaneously.

One of them was a big man, carrying a saber as he arrived, his figure as burly as an iron tower, shoulders broad and back thick, his hair tied into a ponytail with a beast-skin rope, his eyes incomparably sharp.

Hanging from his waist were nineteen god-tooth pendants, each tooth carved with the name of the God Platform he had slain.

His name was Wang Peng!

Beside him was another person, middle-aged in appearance, slender in figure, with a narrow thin sword hanging from his waist, the scabbard condensed with thin ice that never melted all year round.

His name was like the person, Li Hanfeng!

His constitutional law was the sword!

As for the third, he looked like an elegant scholar who had read many books.

He wore a blue-gray long gown, his face fair, carrying three parts of scholarly air and seven parts of hidden sharpness.

In his hand, he held a bamboo slip, on which countless characters could be seen.

His constitutional law was the character!

His name was Li Xuance!

As for the last of the four, it was Blood Cloud Daoist!

His hair was scarlet like burning flames, messily draped over his shoulders, his face withered like a skeleton, the whole person looking like an evil ghost that had crawled out from the depths of a sea of blood.

As he moved forward, blood clouds surged from his body, matching the bloodthirsty smile at the corner of his mouth, as if the entire world should be swallowed by his blood clouds.

These four, each one, were also Quasi-Immortals!

At this moment, ten Quasi-Immortals descended on Eastern Wanggu; the entire Eastern Wanggu was in an uproar, the firmament churned, the earth roared, and all clans were shocked.

Nervousness and palpitations became the main melody, erupting in the hearts of all living beings.

The gods were no exception!

As for those Quasi-Immortals of the Holy Lands, their hearts were already rolling with thunder, the sense of horror turning into monstrous waves, sweeping through their entire spirits.

It was truly because the nine people who descended subsequently, even if not as good as the very first one, were all Quasi-Immortal Great Emperors, and every time one appeared, it would cause intense ripples in the rules and laws of Eastern Wanggu.

Affecting all things!

In the cognition of these Holy Land Quasi-Immortals, this was already a combat power infinitely close to the Xia Immortal, and any one of them surpassed Huang Yikun.

Most importantly, even if they had never possessed a constitutional law, they had learned of the existence of constitutional laws from the Ancient Immortals and Huang Yikun.

And these descenders... actually all possessed constitutional laws!

And the concentration was shockingly high.

In addition, what shocked them even more was the age!

The age of each of these ten Quasi-Immortals was relatively young; clearly... they were all peerless geniuses!

Such people, even one, would be enough to shock the world.

But now... there were ten!

Ten Great Emperors!

Thus, Eastern Wanggu was horrified, the myriad clans were shocked, the Holy Lands were shaken, and the gods were heavy-hearted!

They did not know where these ten Great Emperors came from or why they came!

As for the Empress, the sense of unreality in her heart was extremely intense; at this moment, she took a deep breath and was about to speak.

But within the vortex, a cough suddenly came out.

This cough became a storm, lifting to the supreme.

"There's more?"

The Holy Lands trembled, the myriad clans' hearts trembled, and the Empress's pupils contracted.

Within the vortex, the eleventh person descended.

This person wore a light gray brocade robe, his black hair neatly tied up with a jade crown, the ends hanging to his waist, his face gentle, warmth in the depths of his eyes, as if he could make people let down all their defenses.

The whole person looked like a gentle and jade-like young master from a noble family.

It was precisely Zhou Zhengli!

The moment he walked over, he had a humble smile on his face, but Li Mengtu and the others all instinctively looked toward him.

This scene made the Holy Lands and the myriad clans pay attention; the Empress also looked at Zhou Zhengli, and as she analyzed in her heart whether this person was the leader of the group, Zhou Zhengli smiled and transmitted a gentle voice.

"Apologies, we encountered some things on the way; there were multiple God Lords intercepting our Master in the Primordial Sea."

"The Master was worried about the safety of Eastern Wanggu, so he sent us to descend first, so... we arrived a little late."

"And the Master is also on the way; he should arrive very soon."

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