Chapter 95 The God King’s Resurrection
"boom!"

Above the underground palace, one of the many Saint Lord-level powerful men made a bold move. The endless power contained in his palm shook the earth into pieces. Huge rocks flew into the air like arrows. The originally magnificent palace instantly turned into dust and dissipated in the wind.

Then, with a "bang", another strong man slammed his palm with a fierce force. The ground sank violently, and huge cracks spread like a spider web, forming a bottomless sinkhole.

At this moment, the originally hidden underground palace finally revealed its true appearance, and the Dragon Pool was exposed in front of everyone, emitting a hazy light.

These cold and ruthless figures hid themselves in the thick fog, not knowing each other, and no one revealed their true appearance. The powerful murderous aura they released was like a violent storm, sweeping across the entire underground palace, causing it to shake and collapse.

They filed in one after another, silent and cold. The murderous aura surged like a tidal wave, spreading silently and making the entire underground space as cold as an ice cellar.

It was rare for so many terrifying people to gather together, and they had only one goal - to kill the dying old man. They stared at the figure in the Dragon Transformation Pool quietly. The once mighty God King Jiang Taixu was now skinny and withered, as if he could be blown down by a gust of wind.

Seeing the God King Jiang Taixu in such a state, they actually felt relieved and became more certain that they had victory. Their hearts were filled with confidence and murderous intent.

"The life of our God King, the Nine Secret Fighting Techniques, or the secret of Emperor Wu Shi of Zishan, which one do you want that has caused such a big fuss?" Jiang Yun's voice echoed in the empty underground palace, with a hint of sarcasm in his calmness.

"I want them all!" One of them, a tall old man shrouded in black fog, uttered two words in a hoarse voice. Each word was like a sharp blade, cutting through the air and revealing endless murderous intent.

Jiang Yun nodded slightly, his eyes like torches, scanning the figures shrouded in mist around him, and said lightly: "If you want to know these secrets, the only way is to awaken the God King of my Jiang family. But you are too eager for quick success."

"No need to revive!"

"Just search for souls!"

The other two spoke one by one, their words were very brief and powerful, not willing to waste a single word.

"In that case, you better step over my body first!" Two rays of divine light shot out from Jiang Yun's eyes. He stood in the middle of the field with a spear in his hand and an ancient tower appeared above his head.

"Since you want to die, we will grant your wish." The two saint-level figures slowly approached, and every step caused the underground palace to tremble violently, as if it was about to collapse.

Jiang Yun, with the ancient tower on his head, stood in the middle of it, like an undefeated god of war. The black war spear in his hand flashed with a cold light, like the brightest star in the night sky, pointing far ahead, and resisting the murderous intent that surged like a tide alone.

"Om-"

Just as the two Saints were about to touch Jiang Yun, they suddenly felt a strong resistance, as if they had hit an invisible barrier. They retreated with difficulty, and every step was accompanied by the tremor of the earth, as if their strength was rapidly fading, and their bodies began to tremble slightly.

"Emperor's Array Pattern!" The two cried out in shock, their eyes filled with fear. They realized that they had fallen into a carefully laid trap.

At this time, Jiang Yun moved. The war spear in his hand drew a sharp black light, like a black lightning tearing through the void, and rushed straight towards the two people. Wherever the black light passed, the air was cut apart, making a sharp whistling sound.

"Snapped!"

The two Saint Lords' faces suddenly changed. They stretched out their hands, their crystal jade hands and their red blood hands intertwined, and an astonishing law of power erupted. They tried to resist the black iron spear, but the war spear was unstoppable and directly penetrated their defense.

"boom!"

Jiang Yun's figure flashed like a ghost, and he rushed in front of the two people with a spear in his hand. At the same time, the ancient tower above his head quickly enlarged, like a towering mountain pressing down on him.

"Bang", "bang", "bang"...

A series of explosions echoed in the underground palace. The battle between the three people was extremely fierce. The void was shattered by their power, as if even time had stopped. Although the two Saint Lords tried their best, they were eventually forced to retreat by Jiang Yun. One of them had blood on his shoulder and a pale face, obviously he had been seriously injured.

"The formation pattern of the ancient emperor!" After the two retreated to a safe area, they shouted in unison, as if they were still frightened.

"The Jiang family produced Emperor Hengyu, so there must be formation patterns left behind. But it is impossible for them to restore such a heaven-defying pattern." Someone next to him said coldly.

"This formation pattern is less than one-tenth of the original. It is so badly damaged that it can only delay for a while!" another person spoke.

Figures walked forward one after another. A total of thirteen people stood in front and worked together to break the incomplete emperor's veins. They didn't want to give the Jiang family any more time.

The power they released was enough to shake the heavens and the earth. This terrifying power seemed to be able to sweep away all obstacles in the world. However, in front of this power, the dim array mark stood firm like a guardian, stubbornly resisting their attacks.

Thirteen great men took action and worked together to erase the Dao pattern marks in the void. They used their astonishing divine power to take action again and again, and finally it gradually took effect.

"This is just an incomplete formation. It can only stop us for an hour. If you can set up one-tenth of the formation, we won't be able to get in!" The voice of one of them was as loud and powerful as the collision of metal.

By the Hualong Pond, there was a bustling crowd of people. The strong men of the Jiang family gathered here with frowns on their faces. The Hengyu Divine Furnace could not be used yet, and it was colliding with another holy weapon of the emperor.

In the milky white pool of water, the blood and essence coughed up by the True Dragon Divine Medicine - nine little dragons, seven of which had been refined and merged into Jiang Taixu's body. His body gradually got rid of its previous dryness and began to show traces of vitality. However, he remained silent, lying in the pool, as if isolated from the world.

Everyone had an ominous premonition, but Zixia knew that Jiang Taixu was about to wake up. She could feel that her drop of blood had been refined by Jiang Taixu and activated the blood power hidden in his body.

Jiang Taixu was not very old when he disappeared, but now he is called the ancestor. It can be said that it was a dream of thousands of years. The ups and downs in the world have changed a lot.

When the seventh drop of the blood essence of the True Dragon Immortal Elixir and Zixia's blood essence merged into Jiang Taixu's body, he regained consciousness. After a brief shock, his consciousness swept through everyone like a storm, trying to find the owner of that drop of blood. He looked at everyone carefully, but never said a word. No one knew his mood at the moment. When he saw Ye Fan transformed into Gu Feng, Jiang Taixu's eyes flashed with a ripple, and he seemed a little surprised, but then quickly returned to calm.

Finally, his gaze fixed on the crowd and landed on Zixia, whose appearance had also changed. The two people's consciousnesses met in the air, as if they had traveled through a thousand years of time, and everything was unspoken.

A faint voice sounded quietly in Zixia's mind: "Please trouble the ancestor to save you." Although Jiang Taixu's voice was a little ethereal due to weakness, it was obvious that her life was not in danger. He guessed Zixia's identity in an instant.

"You're awake! But I don't want to reveal my identity yet. The Hengyu Furnace cannot be fully revived. Once the Jidao War breaks out, the Divine City may no longer exist. The next things can only be left to you. It's time to show the strength of the Jiang family!" She quickly conveyed the current serious situation to Jiang Taixu.

"Leave it to me!"

At this time, Hengyulu conveyed an urgent message to Zixia through the mental link and showed a shocking picture. In the picture, a mysterious man in black robes was trying his best to control another great emperor's holy weapon and confronted it. He had recently completed the amazing great emperor's array pattern imprint and constructed the supreme divine array, intending to merge with the ancient great emperor's holy weapon and try to take control of it.

At the same time, an old woman with wrinkled face and hunched back kept disturbing the man in black robe. She had sparse white hair, leaned on a cane, but wore a five-colored feathered robe. Although she was old, there was a madness in her eyes.

Heng Yu Lu was completely embarrassed. In this last age of the Northern Dipper Star Region, people had long forgotten how powerful the realm above the King was. However, with his current level of recovery, unless he actively awakened, he really had no way to deal with the combination of the black-robed man and the imperial soldier opposite. "

"Is this Fairy Caiyun?"

Zixia frowned, realizing the severity of the situation. She knew that Fairy Caiyun was no match for the man in black, and she didn't want to see her die in the same way. She quickly sent the scene of the confrontation between Fairy Caiyun and the man in black to Jiang Taixu, and asked Hengyulu to establish a connection with him.

"We must not let the enemy destroy the formation, otherwise once they rush in, all our efforts will be in vain!" More than a dozen old men from the Jiang family stepped forward. With vigorous blood and vitality, they resolutely walked to the edge of the formation, ready to fight against the invading powerful enemy.

However, a loud "boom!" shook the entire space. Even with the formation pattern as a barrier, the tsunami-like divine power still surged like a raging tide, making it difficult to resist. The moment the two sides fought, the gap in strength was revealed like a chasm.

The sounds of "puff" and "puff" were like the death sentence, and they kept ringing out, each time making people tremble with fear. Just after the fight, the four great elders of the Jiang family suffered heavy injuries. Under the impact of the powerful divine power, their bodies instantly turned into blood mist and dissipated in the air, without even a trace left.

This scene shocked everyone. Age does not represent strength. Although these old men are the supreme elders of the Jiang family and have rich combat experience and profound cultivation, they seem so fragile in front of the Saint Lord-level figures.

Jiang Yun witnessed all this and was extremely anxious. He shouted, "Come back quickly!" He knew that at this moment, the family members could not resist the enemy's attack at all and would only sacrifice in vain. He had to quickly come up with other ways to delay the enemy's attack.

However, the attacks of the thirteen powerful men were as fierce as a rainstorm, constantly bombarding the array pattern. Each bombardment made the pattern in the void flicker, as if it would collapse at any time. The incomplete Great Emperor Dao pattern had almost disappeared by half under the enemy's fierce attack.

The situation was precarious, and the Jiang family was in an unprecedented crisis. Everyone knew that if the array was breached, the enemy would flood in like a tide, and everyone in the Jiang family would face a catastrophe.

"Jiang Taixu, I will definitely take your head today!"

"God King Jiang, your era of dominating the world has ended. There is no need to revive the world again!"

"Since ancient times, how many people have been able to kill the peerless God King? Today, I am fortunate enough to have my hands stained with the blood of God. This is a great pleasure in life!"

"You have dominated your life, now you have achieved your goal!"

"I've had enough of you! Go to hell!"

Thirteen Saint Lord-level masters came together, their might shook the sky. Their words spread throughout the God City like thunder, causing everyone to change color and realize the extraordinaryness of God King Jiang.

These thirteen terrifying big men trembled with every step, and their footsteps shook the city of God. Together, they seemed invincible in this era when even the king was difficult to manifest. Boundless murderous intent surged up, and they sneered as they moved forward, and the moment to kill the God King seemed to be just around the corner.

However, at this moment, with a "swish" sound, two cold lightning bolts suddenly shot out from the Dragon Pool, like the primordial divine light cutting through the void. Its power was so strong that people could not help but tremble and want to worship it.

"Jiang Taixu...he actually revived!"

The thirteen Saint Lords all changed their expressions. They were so frightened that they stopped attacking the Great Emperor's array. This was the power of the peerless God King. Even after four thousand years, when he truly revived, he was still able to shock people and force many Saint Lords to retreat.

"The Jiang family is amazing. They were able to find the essence of the magic medicine... Although the amount is not much, it is enough to extend the life of my broken body." A trembling voice suddenly sounded, accompanied by intermittent coughing, as if he would die at any time.

At some point, an old man emerged from the underground palace. His sparse hair was like dead grass, and his face was covered with wrinkles like old tree bark. He was hunched over and moved forward with difficulty. He laughed hoarsely, "Jiang Taixu, we haven't seen each other for four thousand years. I miss you so much... cough cough." His voice revealed a strange desire, "I'll take your body. It's useless for you to refine it. I'm going to eat you."

After hearing these words, the faces of the thirteen super-bigwigs instantly froze, and they involuntarily took several steps back. The sudden appearance and shocking remarks of this old man were really frightening.

Who is he? Where does he come from? Why can he be the same generation as the God King Jiang Taixu and have such a long life?

The normal life span of a Saint Lord is only about 2,000 years, but this old man has lived for more than 4,000 years and is still alive. This is simply appalling and terrifying.

Is he the old Holy Lord from the previous generation? Why is he still alive today?

The old man staggered, and every step he took seemed extremely laborious. However, no one dared to underestimate him. Thirteen Saint Lord-level figures made way for him, fearing that they would offend this seemingly frail but in fact unfathomable old man.

At this time, people noticed that a wisp of black mist would exude from his body from time to time, carrying a strong smell of death and the smell of a rotting corpse.

"This is……"

(End of this chapter)