Chapter 848 Xin Zhuo also kills the immortal
“Dang Cang…”
The spiritual sword hanging on the beam that emitted light suddenly fell to the ground, making a crisp sound. .
The ancestor Ye Chen, who was as powerful as an immortal, had no momentum at this moment. His feet were off the ground, his face showed pain, and he subconsciously kicked his feet, like a child who was manipulated by an adult. .
There was a person standing behind him, a person with the same young appearance, but most of the people present knew him.
"Xin Zhuo?"
"...His Majesty the Holy Ancestor Emperor!"
Jian Jiuqing, Shangguan Chiling, and Su Wuji suddenly forgot about the pain and bleeding on their bodies , looked at Xin Zhuo blankly, and then looked at Ye Chen with difficulty.
It is difficult for them to accept this...
The scene of the nearly invincible Ye Chen and Xin Zhuo, who was not expected to be too strong, being held in his hands like a child.
"I'm not here to help!"
Xin Zhuo smiled, "After all, I, a person who has only been cultivating for sixty years and is still being hunted everywhere, can't possibly help. I'm just Come and talk to this brother."
Jian Jiuqing and Su Wuji had complex expressions on their faces, as if they were in a turmoil. They didn't know what to say, so they had to bow deeply.
Xin Zhuo let go of Ye Chen at this time. The latter jumped up, and the flowing water smashed the roof. He stood high in the sky, looking down from above, with a solemn expression: "It's you, what a clumsy trick to hide, what are you doing?" Who is it?”
“They said my name is Xin Zhuo.” Xin Zhuo also pinched a piece of fruit and ate it.
"Xin Zhuo!"
Ye Chen was obviously very familiar with this name, his face changed slightly, he formed seals with his hands, pressed down fiercely, and a huge palm that was as solid as substance took shape in mid-air, and struck down with a bang, the terrifying fairy The power of the spirit comes together with the thunder of the tribulation period.
Void Mahamudra!
Jian Jiuqing and his group once again felt the majestic pressure of the sea, and the wounds that had just stopped bleeding burst open again.
However, Xin Zhuo flicked his little finger, and the terrifying palm prints suddenly disappeared with loud thunder and small raindrops.
Ye Chen was stunned for a moment, jumped up high, and pointed again.
"嘁——"
After a harsh bird chirp, a ray of red light descended from a height of ten thousand feet and turned into a huge fire bird sword. The sword's intention, shape and form reached a certain level. This is the ultimate, while it is killing quickly, countless flames are flying around.
The entire palace was soon in flames.
"Firebird..."
Xin Zhuo also pointed his finger, and another fire bird sword intention came straight towards him.
The face of Ye Chen changed drastically: "How could you also..."
Before he finished speaking, his Firebird Sword Intention had dissipated, and Xin Zhuo's Firebird Sword Intention , but it pierced his chest, and his whole body burned.
He screamed in pain, and relying on his familiarity with the mystery of this sword, he forcibly dispersed the sword intent and flames, and teleported straight into the distance. He suddenly understood that this Xin Zhuo was much stronger than him. , just teasing him, unintentionally If he was afraid, it would be better to leave first.
The next moment, the shadow of a sycamore tree covering the sky swept over the entire imperial capital and blocked all his ways. One of the sycamore leaves gently shook his head. Shoot,
"Poof——"
It was as vulnerable as being struck by lightning. The meridians all over the body were damaged, and all the spiritual energy dissipated. It came and went back to where it came from. It fell to the ground along the broken roof of the palace study, and was shocked. There was a piece of rubble and jade fragments, and my mind was buzzing.
However, Xin Zhuo just sat cross-legged on an empty chair, seemingly doing nothing from beginning to end. He just flicked his fingers again at this moment. In everyone's puzzled eyes, the strong wind outside The heavy rain fell suddenly, extinguishing the fire in the palace in the blink of an eye.
This magical power of "calling wind and rain" really frightened everyone.
The dizzy Ye Chen's pupils shrank and he said in surprise: "At least the magic of summoning wind and rain at the level of an immortal, you..."
"What are the immortals? They can be killed in the fifth and fourth ethereal realms!" "The wind is blowing."
Ye Chen frowned and said: "Warriors don't practice magic. Only earth immortals have the opportunity to try magic and martial arts. It is a gift from the immortal to choose the path of future practice. How do you learn it? This..."
Xin Zhuo was too lazy to explain. He glanced at everyone and suddenly felt boring.
When a person truly possesses strength beyond a certain level, the people he looked up to in the past and his peers will become vulgar or extremely ordinary.
He looked at Ye Chen: "Tell me what they are doing? I only give you this chance."
"Xin Zhuo, you don't need to talk to me in this tone, I'm one or two hundred years older than you Sui, where I come from, you can’t resist me!”
Ye Chen looked indifferent, “But I appreciate your personality, I said, we He came from Fuxian Palace to trick the Supreme Emperor Ji Yu, and he came to absorb the fortune of the country and the country of Zhou Dynasty! For warriors, the benefits of fortune cannot be noticed until they reach the holy realm, but for us cultivators, , there are great benefits! Well, that’s it! ”
……
In the imperial palace, in front of the Qiankun Hall.
The Qiankun Palace is so high that it can overlook the entire imperial capital and even all directions.
The surrounding pavilions are equally tall, and the solemn atmosphere makes people dare not approach. Three thousand of the most elite imperial masters guard the surroundings closely. On weekdays, not to mention ordinary palace eunuchs, even concubines and princes will come. Driven away by the selfless guards.
At this moment, with the arrival of Xin Zhuo, Ye Chen, Jian Jiuqing and a group of people, all the tight guards instantly collapsed. All the guards jumped up one after another, knelt down in order, and looked fanatically: "Your Majesty! "
Not to mention Ye Chen, Jian Jiuqing and the others didn't quite understand this scene, Xin Zhuo was also a little confused.
I saw the guard commander saying: "I am a descendant of the Western Qin Army! The portrait of the king is deeply etched in the hearts of hundreds of thousands of people like you. Even if I turn into ashes, we will know him."
The soldiers are uneducated. , was not very good at talking, but Xin Zhuo understood clearly and felt a little emotional in his heart. He patted the commander's helmet gently: "Well done!"
The commander burst into tears: "The king is mighty!"
As he spoke, he stood up and pointed to the top of the Qiankun Hall: "The Supreme Emperor and the eleven immortals are right there!"
Sold cleanly!
Xin Zhuo did not look over immediately, he was just looking below the palace.
The eyes of Ye Chen behind him flickered, and he said with a smile: "What realm is Brother Xin in? It can be seen that Miss Ling Que'er of Fuxian Palace is already the first true immortal realm, which is equivalent to the three forests of Yuanji realm! ”
Sword Jiuqing looked flustered and immediately stepped forward and said: "Your Majesty, please think twice. I'm afraid that your practice has not been easy these years, so don't act in a hurry..."
Before he finished speaking, Xin Zhuo was already pointing at the entire Qiankun Hall. A huge palace building.
A blurry shadow of a sycamore tree flashed and disappeared into the palace building. It seemed that the original power that had gone through a long period of time restrained the huge tall building. The ground shook violently, and the entire imperial city also shook.
Murong Yunxi, Emperor Ji Yong, the queen, the queen mother, the prince, the princes and ministers, the royal princes, and the masters of the Taiping Palace not far away were frightened, and they all rushed over. Then, they saw a terrifying scene——
< br>That seat consumes The unique and huge building, which cost countless manpower and financial resources and was cultivated by the Supreme Emperor Ji Yu and the immortals, suddenly rose from the ground, rose into the sky, and then "suddenly" shattered, turning into countless rubbles, broken bricks and cold iron. Falling all over the sky.
The scene is terrifying and spectacular!
Twelve of the figures seemed to have just woken up from trance. They first looked around in surprise, and then instantly locked their gaze below. One of the petite and exquisite figures had an angry face, and his body was filled with golden light and fairy aura. While lingering, he waved his hand and struck a palm,
"Ouch——"
A dragon roar resounded throughout the world, accompanied by a dragon head that covered the sky and the sun, swooping down. The dragon's eyes shot out thousands of cold rays, the dragon's beard swayed, and the earth around the Qiankun Hall cracked.
The vision is terrible, and the pressure is like the sky falling.
Everyone in the entire imperial city was instantly enveloped by the terrifying pressure of the immortal, and could not help but crawl on the ground, horrified.
"Xin Zhuo, are you crazy? Let's go!"
Murong Yunxi's desperate cry came from the distance.
"Haha..."
Ye Chen was also lying on the ground, with a sneer on his lips, looking at Xin Zhuo's back, his eyes full of expectation, and then, the expectation turned into confusion——
Xin Zhuo was also looking at the methods of the woman in the so-called true fairyland. Frankly speaking, he was full of respect for the word "immortal". They were a group of creatures that were beyond the constraints of all the rules of heaven and earth, which made people feel scared from the bottom of their hearts, except for this woman. .
He even shook his head, spat, stretched out his right hand, and a "Cang Cang" sound of the Sky Sword resounded through the imperial capital, shattering all the immortal energy in the sky in an instant, and the dragon pattern sword enveloped it as if it were time. The anger of dozens of ancient sword cultivators in the long river was cut away with one sword, and the original power of Wutong followed, rolling up the original sword force all over the sky, covering all the sorrows and joys of the world, a flawless strike.
“Boom——”
The Immortal Qi Dragon Head is broken!
“Buzz——”
The golden light all over the woman’s body was shattered.
"Ah..."
A scream resounded high in the sky. Twelve figures were like rags, falling in all directions, and the sky was filled with miserable blood.
The immortal woman was the worst. With a sword stuck in her chest, she carried her head into the ruins, exposing her two shiny thighs hanging outside. She trembled twice and stopped moving.
Xin Zhuo then calmly rolled up his sleeves and said: "Damn it, I will kill the immortal today!"
(End of this chapter)