The City’s Strongest Immortal Emperor

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Jiu Xuan Wan Jian Jue is a superior swordsmanship. Therefore, although Zhu Xingjian is the inferior spirit treasure, it breaks the sun and the moon in two rounds and cuts the saints, but it is like searching for things.

And everyone on the scene has been stunned on the spot, can't believe it. Even the eight true kings were silent. Although the Son first entered the true monarch, he had not yet cultivated various real monarchs and techniques, but he was ultimately a true monarch.

However, he was beheaded by Ye Chen, almost like killing a chicken. Who wouldn't be quelled?

Even the Son himself cannot believe it! His holy son of Shengtian Palace, the first arrogance of the ancient world, was so defeated by Ye Chen's hand? This pair of proud sons was a huge blow.

"what--!"

There was a loud roar in the mouth of Saint Child, the air shook the sky, and his face was full of resentment.

The body of a true monarch is far superior to mortals. Even if he was cut in half, he was just hit hard, not killed, and he can find a potion to pick it up later. But this sword is a great shame to the Son.

"Ye last name, you dare to ruin my Dao body, I will kill you!"

The Holy Son called out one word at a time, and the two pupils instantly turned into a piece of transparency, and there were endless years of wave light condensing. In his double pupils, a fierce reflection reflected Ye Chen's image. In the void, I saw two ripples sweeping lightly.

"It is the time pupil of the Holy Son, and he finally used this talent to be magical."

Xia Shuya's eyes narrowed.

And Lu Qingmu's face has changed greatly: "It is said that Saint Son's eyes can fix time and allow space to solidify. That is an invincible supernatural power. Elder Sheng Tiangong, therefore, established him as the crown prince of the next five hundred years. Even if it is true Jun, he can't break free in his eyes, Master Bihaidan is worse!"

Lin Jiuer, Lin Qiqi and others all changed their expressions and looked nervously.

I saw Ye Chen's body slammed in the air like a mosquito frozen in amber. At that moment, all the time and space around Ye Chen's body were frozen.

There was a smile on the son's face.

His talent is magical, although it is not easy to mobilize, he needs to consume his life. But the power is endless, and his real monarch cultivation is enough to withstand the ten fingers of the supreme giant. This may even lead to the fall of a giant in battle. Ye Chen is not even a true monarch, and has been held for at least half an hour.

"Look how I kill you!"

The sneer sneered, offering a high-end flying knife, he would cut to Ye Chen.

The other true kings shook their heads coldly and decided that Ye Chen would die. Especially Heavenly Fury and True Monarch, all with sneer on his face. Ye Chen cut through the sword body of Saint Child with a sword, making him hate Ye Chen very much. Fortunately, Son still has the cards, otherwise he would have shot early.

"dead!"

Just as the flying knife crossed the void, it was about to cut Ye Chen.

I saw Ye Chen raised his finger slightly, and caught the flying knife.

"How can it be?"

Sheng Zi stunned for a moment, a horrified look on his face. Everyone around was stunned. Isn't Ye Chen trapped in time and space? How can I break free? This is not common sense.

"Don't you dare to trap me for a little time? It's really an axe."

Ye Chen snapped off the flying knife, then stepped out with one foot, suddenly appeared over the Son, and Ling Kong stepped on it with one foot.

"stop!"

A shocking drink came from the mountain on the other side. But Ye Chen didn't even take care of it. He stepped on it and stepped on the head of the Son to smash it, even with the soul of the gods, to destroy it! Ye Chen's **** body is so great, how powerful? Even the true monarch can be crushed, not to mention the divine son?

Before the Son died, his eyes were still puzzled and horrified.

How could his invincible talent be broken?

But I don't know that Ye Chen, who is the emperor's glazed body, is in charge of the existence of a long river of time. Compared to him, the trail that temporarily freezes time, I do not know how many times stronger.

"You killed the Son?"

Lin Jiuer stood up in shock, looking at Ye Chen in horror.

But Xia Shuya, Lu Qingmu and others were dull and couldn't believe it.

That's the Son!

The future Chu Jun of Shengtian Palace may have been the big man who had visited the ancient sect gate for hundreds of years, but he was trampled to death by Ye Chen? And in the face of so many days of pride and true king, how rampant is this? What a shame!

Especially Bai Xiaoxuan, can't believe it, the future husband-in-law who has just been attached to his heart, was actually killed by Ye Chen?

"It's my father, I'm afraid I dare not be as presumptuous as he is."

Lu Qingmu smiled bitterly in his heart.

At this time, a pillar of cloud came to the ground instantly. Yun Zhu dispersed, showing the face of the true anger of Tianran, who was staring at Ye Chen, jumping out of the teeth:

"You dare to kill my Chu Tianjun, the prince should die, and the sin should die!"

The anger of the true prince of Tian Nu was poured out of the turbulent river at this time, and he could not wash away. That is the pillar of the Holy Temple in the next five hundred years. When the Son died, what else would the Holy Temple do to fight the ancient sword gate? What should you do to suppress the younger generation of Shangzongmen?

He could already think of how thunderous and angry he would be when he returned to the Holy Heaven Palace. Tian Nu Zhenjun does not want to think about this anymore. Now, he just wants to sever Ye Chen with thousands of swords and let his anger out.

"Kill and kill, so much nonsense, do you want to lead to death?"

Ye Chen flicked his fingers, his eyes cold.

"Okay, today I will see you crushing your bones and destroying your spirits!" The True Master Tian Nu rushed to the crown in anger, and the turbulent cloud around him shook the earth and earth. He is a super mid-age giant.

"Add me one!"

"Wow--!"

A purple flame came in the night, showing the figure of True Lord of the Valley of Flames and Venerable Divine Flame.

The second true monarch came forward.

"There is also us. The surnamed Ye, you killed me Zong Tianjiao, really thought I could not stand by with arms folded?"

Come again.

Swish swish!

White mist, thunder, and thoughts light up. There are also true monarchs, all of them appearing in shape, above the Canglan River. Suddenly, seven shocking breaths descended from high altitude, and the crowd was almost breathless. Under the thousands of meters of the Canglan River, all the observers felt only a heart palpitation.

These true monarchs are impressive giants in the mid-term.

In fact, those who can represent the major denominations and sit in the Canglan River are bound to be the top-level existence of the sect. Generally true monarchs, can not suppress these arrogance.

"Holy Temple, Ancient Sword Gate, Ten Thousand Buddha Sect, Wuwenzhuang, Xiuzhuyuan, Qingyun Mountain, Blaze Valley."

All seven true monarchs, with sneer faces, or arrogant respect, or standing on the void with a face full of anger, looked coldly at Ye Chen.

Lu Qingmu and others only felt suffocated.

Except for Bai Yunguan who didn't show up, all the other six great Xuanmen and Blaze Valley people appeared. Ye Chen's continuous destruction of the arrogance of the great teaching has completely stirred up these great angers.

"Ye Xiaoyou, your killing is too heavy. If you are willing to enter my Baiyun Temple, and have been in prison for three hundred years, I can act for you, like many immortals, beg your personal feelings, and spare your life."

The only Baiyun Guanshui fairy who didn't shoot, sighed softly.

"Every seven ants, dare to pretend to be in front of me?"

Ye Chen sneered, not caring.

"act recklessly!"

Tian Nu Zhen Jun burst into a scream and shot directly.

"Boom--!"

A huge dragon claw with a size of thirty feet, like the **** claw of the Nine Sky Cloud Dragon, descended from the sky and pressed directly to Ye Chen. Cloud claws have not arrived, and the overwhelming power has fallen.

Above the Canglan River, the poorly cultivated people were directly kneeled down to the ground. Only Lin Jiuer and others could barely support it, but they also looked terrified.

As a giant in the mid-teachment period, Tian Nu Zhenjun has been practicing hard for three hundred years.

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