Mr. Bai did not relax his vigilance because he met an acquaintance, but became even more nervous: "At the time, the White Feather Clan was also considered powerful and was close to our White Ape Clan, but was destroyed by the Gods in the early stage of the Battle of Ten Thousand Clans. The leader of Bai Yijun was also killed in that battle. I was also present at that time. Because of the destruction of the White Feather Clan, we could only retreat.

The White Ape Clan was originally a top race among all races, because of that battle, the White Ape also suffered heavy losses. The tribe members were only left with minor children, and more than 20 adult soldiers. All the elderly died in battle."

Bai Yijun nodded slightly to Bai Lao and said, "I thank the White Ape Clan for help back then. Although the White Feather Clan is still inferior to the God Clan, I remember your kindness in my heart and will be repaid."

Bai Yijun stretched out his hand, and a jade box flashed in a flash, floating in front of Old Bai and said, "This is the treasure left by the Emperor of Netherworld. If you can refine and absorb it, you can join the ranks of powerful people."

Old Bai held the jade box with both hands and didn't know what to do. Zhou An nodded to him and said, "I didn't expect that the White Bone Emperor was still a woman."

When people here were surprised to hear this name, Miluo suddenly felt like fighting, and bloody flames emerged from the Red Blood Demon Sword.

"The emperor is smart. Since I reshaped my body, no one has ever seen my true face, but you guessed it. After I died in battle, the war between the Marshal of the Underworld and the Gods failed due to opportunities. A treasure of the Underworld fell just on my corpse.

As a result, because of this treasure, my unjust souls were reunited, and I absorbed all the dead heroes and corpses on the battlefield, and regenerated into the White Bone Emperor. Because I was controlled by huge resentment, my consciousness was chaotic, and I only rely on my resentment towards the gods.

Later, he was defeated again by the gods, and his body was destroyed. The soul flew to the earth under the protection of the treasures of the Nether Clan. His resentment was dispersed and his consciousness was restored. Then he hid in the White Bone Demon Palace to reshape his body and practiced the Nether Clan's martial arts."

Bai Yijun recalled the past, and there was a little more melancholy in his eyes.

"What's the matter with you here?" Hua Wuyue asked.

Bai Yijun recovered from his memories, glanced at the people here and said, "I proposed the alliance of ten thousand races to deal with the gods, but at that time, not to mention the alliance of ten thousand races, all the problems of the alliance of ten races are extremely difficult. This is also the reason why the Baiyu tribe was targeted by the gods.

Looking at this world now, there are ghost clans, demon clans, human clans, and even Miluo practices the Red Blood Sutra, which is considered half a demon clan. This coincides with my thoughts back then. Can the emperor be willing to cooperate with me to establish a dynasty that accommodates all races?"

"It's natural to cooperate, but how to cooperate?" Zhou An looked calm. Bai Yijun's strength was beyond doubt. Everyone here may not be her opponent. Moreover, she might have his own power behind her, so he had to deal with it carefully.

"The Qianyuan Empire and I Mingyu Palace merged, and you and I became husband and wife, and we jointly control the world. In this world, you Zhou An is the only one who is qualified to be my Bai Yijun's man. If someone else is replaced, you must surrender to me." Bai Yijun said this, showing the pressure of the earth immortal level.

There were many immortals in ancient times, and the Records of the Grand Historian also recorded the realms of immortals, from low to high to earth fairyland, celestial fairyland, true fairyland, golden fairyland and the last Daluo golden fairyland.

However, there has not been a record of the Daluo Golden Immortal in this world history. The highest is also a Golden Immortal, but the Golden Immortal has never appeared again ten thousand years ago. When it reached the age of the Ten Thousand Races, there were very few immortals, and the highest is the real immortal realm.

Until now, no one has seen the immortals. Bai Yijun in front of him was the first cultivator Zhou An had ever seen.

Zhou An suddenly laughed, then looked at Bai Yijun and said, "Do you think you will be able to control me. You will share the country with just one word?"

"Do you think the Qianyuan Empire is very powerful?" Bai Yijun didn't care and glanced at these people with a smile. Suddenly, black air surged from the shadows under his feet. Eight black shadows flew out to surround them, showing their bodies, showing the true energy fluctuations of the innate Great Perfection Realm.

These eight people include demons, spirituals, humans, ghosts, and underworlds, and each of them is a woman with a national beauty and a top beauty that is not as beautiful as Hua Wuyue.

Immediately afterwards, hundreds of figures appeared behind these eight women, all of which were left over from all races, each of which was at least the seventh level of the innate level.

Feng Wanxi, Zhou Yang and others were all shocked. When these people fought, the palace would probably turn into ashes in an instant, and most of them would be destroyed.

Both Old Bai and Miluo became nervous. Even the belligerent Miluo did not dare to act rashly this time, for fear of causing unbearable consequences.

Bai Yijun smiled and said, "How, do I have the strength to take the position of Queen Qianyuan?"

"There is only Shangguan Rong, if you are willing to be a concubine, I will still accept it." Zhou An said with a smile.

"Being arrogant, the master is willing to let you be his man, which is a blessing you have cultivated for hundreds of years. If you dare to be disrespectful to your master, don't blame us for being rude." A woman in blue in a pair of corners scolded her. She is also one of the eight innate great perfections, and the pressure she emits is an ancient relic.

"Hmph, arrogant." Miluo's blood magic power burst out and appeared in front of the woman in a blink of an eye.

The other party snorted coldly, a green light flashed in his right hand, and a long spear appeared. He swept across the gun with one hand, and collided with the Red Blood Demon Sword, causing a circle of energy impact.

Zhou An and Bai Lao, Hua Wuyue protected Feng Wanxi and Zhou Yang in the middle. Even if the other guards lifted their true energy, they were still washed to the ground. Fortunately, they were considered to have some cultivation and would not be injured.

This impact force hit the house and was absorbed.

This strange phenomenon made Bai Yijun discover. When he glanced around, he seemed to have found something, showing a solemn look, completely losing the confidence and freedom he had just now.

Zhou An knew that she had discovered that she was no longer hiding, so she raised her hand to pinch the magic trick, and the surrounding 18 stone pillars emitted a mysterious light, and the surrounding environment suddenly turned into a green grass plain.

Around them were eighteen pillars of heaven, emitting a faint golden light.

"It's indeed the Eighteen Heavenly God Pillar, what a Qianyuan Emperor, you were guarding against me from the beginning." Bai Yijun said with a cold face.

"Whoever dares to come to the palace to find trouble at this time must have something to rely on. How can I be careless?" Zhou An said.

"Hmph, you took these Eighteen Heavenly God Pillar from the hands of the Yufeng Real Man. Even if you can use the sacrifice and refining process, without the Heavenly God Pillar, the Eighteen Heavenly God Pillar is just a good top-grade fairy treasure. If you do not have the Heavenly God Pillar, you are still far from me, Bai Yijun."

Bai Yijun said, and when he saw Zhou An's mouth rising, he inexplicably had a bad idea.

"Who said I can't?"

Zhou An formed seals with both hands, and the Eighteen Heavenly God Pillar suddenly burst out golden light and rushed straight into the sky. Then the surrounding space was twisted, and then the space here was imprisoned. At the same time, everyone felt an astonishing pressure.

Only the people around Zhou An were not affected. Mi Luo hurriedly retreated and saw that the eight women of the innate Great Perfection changed their faces and took out their weapons to support their bodies.

Bai Yijun showed a little panic, and gray-black water surged around him. In the blink of an eye, a kilometer-long Styx River hit the surroundings and rushed down.

Zhou An pressed his hand down, and the runes on the Tianshen Pillar became brighter, and the gravity in the formation increased again. The River Styx fell straight to the ground, suppressed by the divine pillar, and could not even get up at all.

The eight innate Great Perfection monks all knelt on the ground and barely supported them. The people outside had already lying on the ground, their bodies were pressed into the ground, and they were barely supported by the defensive treasures on their bodies. If they were exhausted for a longer time, their true energy would be crushed to pieces.
Chapter completed!