The blood rain on the top of Penglai Mountain was so eye-catching that even Kyushu could see it clearly.

This obviously means that the Penglai Gunslinger, who has been famous for a long time in the world, has already embarked on the road to hell.

As a result, Penglai, the fairy mountain, became ownerless.

Some of the reclusive people who were forced out by heaven's punishment couldn't help but stop heading to Kyushu and turned around and rushed towards Penglai.

Even if you can't hold Penglai in your palm, bathing in the blood rain can refine your body and improve your cultivation, which is nothing less than a blessing.

Shi Lan, who was about to set foot on Kyushu, also stopped. In the end, she did not choose to go back. She just saluted in the direction of Penglai and sent the gun god off.

Tong Yuan's previous attitude was obviously that he did not want her to get involved in Penglai disputes again.

Now that the Heavenly Dao in this world is about to awaken, with her strength, it is difficult to achieve anything without relying on the White Tiger in the Qiongluo Realm.

Zhao Yun was countless times more powerful than her, and she couldn't help solve the troubles that he couldn't solve. If it caused divine punishment, it would be even more chaotic.

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Only half an hour after the bloody rain appeared, Penglai welcomed the first batch of uninvited guests.

In the sea area, the sea tribe is undoubtedly the most powerful and the fastest in the sea area.

Outside Penglai Mountain.

A group of undersea aliens wearing soft scale armor and holding clear crystal guns were lifted high by the waves and stood in the air.

There are nearly a hundred figures, all with different strengths and weaknesses. The weakest one can also dominate the world's second-rate.

Zhao Yun sat sideways on the top of the mountain, slowly wiping the silver spear lying on his knees. The plain silk on his body had been dyed red by the blood falling from the sky.

A snow-colored dragon colt stood quietly beside him, looking at the Sea Clan not far away, with obvious murderous intent in its bright black eyes.

"Woo——"

A low, long chant surged above the sea surface, and the scarlet sea surface stirred up violent waves, as if it was going to completely engulf Penglai and bury it under the sea.

"Anyone who takes a step into Penglai without permission will die!"

The silver thunder light rose up with a loud roar, and the extremely gorgeous divine phoenix spread its wings. Its high-pitched chant shook the sky, almost tearing apart the heaven and the earth.

boom!

The roaring huge waves collapsed and were submerged by the silver lightning. Dozens of figures hidden in it collapsed instantly, and their flesh and blood melted into the disintegrating water without causing any ripples.

Most of the nearly one hundred Hai tribes died in an instant.

After a few breaths, the collapsing waves gathered together again, but they did not rush toward Penglai. They were obviously frightened by Zhao Yun's strength, and felt frightened and wanted to retreat.

"Now that I'm here, I'll stay and see Master off."

Zhao Yun obviously didn't intend to expose him, so he turned over and climbed onto the dragon colt, chasing after him in an instant.

When the gun was fired again, the divine phoenix disappeared, replaced by several silver thunder dragons, roaring and crushing through the air, with great force and heavy force, carrying the destructive power of the sky.

Bang!

The huge wave collapsed again, and the sea people inside were not spared, and were crushed into bloody mud by the silver thunder dragon.

Zhao Yun stood astride his horse with a gun in hand, scanning the approaching figures in the distance, his eyes deepening:

"I'm sorry to see the Gunslinger pass away, so I'll send you and the others along!"

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Eastern Kyushu, Nanyang.

Nanyang is a land of tranquility and beauty, with Funiu as your head and Han River as your feet, extending in all directions.

This place has outstanding people. Since the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors in ancient times, there have been many outstanding people and heroes everywhere.

Liu Xiu, Emperor Guangwu of the Han Dynasty, also raised his troops from here. The Dragon Soared for Nine Heavens, defeated the new emperor Mang and continued the Han Dynasty. Therefore, this area is also called the "Imperial Township".

Even though there are many wars outside, this place is still a peaceful and pure land.

The pure land in troubled times is either a mirage or a more terrifying force suppressing it, blocking all chaos.

A hundred miles west of Nanyang City, there is a undulating mountain range, shaped like a crouching dragon. The majestic spiritual energy visible to the naked eye is sucked in from the dragon's head and condenses into clouds in the dragon's belly.

This kind of blessed land is no better than the fairy mountains overseas. If you live here for a long time, you can prolong your life even if you don't know how to practice.

A deep valley is located in the belly of the dragon, with thatched cottages stretching over one another, making it dazzling at first glance.

"Now that all the princes from all over the world are going to the capital of the gods to rescue the Holy Master, Mr. Liu, as a clan member of the Han Dynasty, is drinking tea and chatting with me here. Isn't it inappropriate?"

A chuckle came from a certain thatched cottage, the sound was like the gentle breeze blowing through the leaves, and the whisper was as continuous as autumn.

"Even if the crisis in the divine capital can be resolved, it will not be able to save the Han Dynasty from overthrowing, and it will not help."

Liu Bei knelt down behind the desk, looked at the young man in front of him, and said solemnly:

"I would like to ask Mr. Kong Ming if there is any way to save the world from this desperate situation."

"I dare to ask Liu Gong, does he simply want to save the Han Dynasty, or does he want to replace heaven with himself?"

Zhuge Liang put down the feather fan in his hand and asked bluntly the heart-wrenching words.

"As long as it can relieve the suffering of the people all over the world, it's okay."

Liu Bei was calm and composed, his expression did not change at all.

Zhuge Liang stood up, walked slowly to the door, and said calmly:

"The True Dragon of National Fortune was beheaded, and the royal family members with a slightly stronger bloodline may all be dead soon. Even Mr. Liu has been implicated in some way, right?"

"My longevity has been lost, and my blood has been reduced by 30%. Other than that, there is no serious problem."

In this regard, Liu Bei did not hide it. The fate of the Han Dynasty affected all the royal children.

"Now that there are many heroes in the world, I know that the Zhuge family is also waiting and watching. After all, it is related to the fate of the family. If one son is wrong, everything will be lost."

After the words fell, there was a long silence.

Seeing that Zhuge Liang didn't speak for a long time, Liu Bei said again: "I am not the best candidate, but I can make a promise. No matter what happens in the future, sir, I will sit on an equal footing. And I don't ask for full support from the Zhuge family, only for sir." One person helps.”

Zhuge Liang did not turn around, he looked up at the sky, the trajectory of the sun and moon appeared in his eyes, and his fingers hidden in his wide sleeves moved lightly.

After a while, the strange vision in his eyes disappeared, and he turned back to look at Liu Bei, with a strange color flashing in his eyes.

"Sir, what do you think?"

Liu Bei asked, his face as usual, but his palms covered by the wide sleeves and robes slowly tightened involuntarily.

"My Lord is so flattering, Liang is flattered."

Zhuge Liang smiled faintly and bowed.

For a moment, Liu Bei was overjoyed and stood up to help him.

"There is no need to be polite, sir. It is my great fortune, Liu Bei, to have him help me!"

"Now that the Han Dynasty is in danger of overthrowing the nest, there is no possibility of rescue. At this time, we must protect ourselves first, and then talk about the country."

Zhuge Liang shook his head slightly and said:

"Now that all the princes in the world have gone to Luoyang, and the defenses in various places are empty, it is better for my lord to do the opposite and annex the state and the territory first on the pretext of quelling the chaos."

"With Youzhou's favorable position, within one month, it is enough to swallow up the three states of Ji, Bing, and Qing, overlooking the Central Plains, and then move northward to conquer the outside of the Great Wall, and control more than half of the world."

"At that time, we can gather the energy of more than half of the earth's veins in Kyushu, gather the True Dragon of Luck, and use the terrain to cultivate the power of heaven. Over the years, we will have the foundation to ascend to the throne of heaven..."

"Brother!"

Before Zhuge Liang finished speaking, a shout came from outside the thatched cottage, and Zhang Fei walked in quickly with a serious look on his face.

"What's the matter?"

Seeing that Zhang Fei looked wrong, Liu Bei also frowned slightly and his heart skipped a beat.

"The Gunslinger has passed away. Zilong is still in Penglai now, and the situation is not good. There has been no movement from Gongsun Zan's side.

What Zhang Fei meant, Liu Bei quickly understood that Penglai itself was a huge treasure, rich in immortal gold and elixir, and a rich war capital.

Similarly, losing the ultimate position will attract countless ambitious people.

Liu Bei pondered for a moment, then slowly raised his head, his eyes focused:

"Let's go pick up Zilong."

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