The setting sun is like blood, and the scenery of Three Thousand Miles Hanging Valley is picturesque.
In the sky, outside the huge suspended palace, more than thirty quasi-emperor-level masters who used to be high above others, some who were deeply evil, some who played with the world, some who were pitiful for heaven and earth, or some who were transcendent, were lying in various directions, with full momentum. none.
Directly in front, there is a tall figure with a golden crown and hair, hands behind his back, black hair and a snow-white robe. He looks in his mid-twenties, has deep eyes, and has an indifferent expression. He has a power that shocks the world and dominates the world. Although Bahuang is infinite in scope, its aura that cannot be matched is impressive.
Xin Zhuo, the True Martial King!
Just this name, as long as he stands there, makes people afraid to blaspheme.
Coming from all directions, the East Palace, Changsheng Clan, Xianxu Palace, Qiankun Qingshan, Kuringhai, Sword Tomb, Luanxing Palace, Chen Clan, Erzhu Clan, Xuanyuan Clan, Tantai Clan, Siyun Clan, Five Elements Clan, Four Elements Clan, The Great Saint Clan, including various sects from various domains and countless surviving masters from ancient aristocratic families, watched from a distance and saluted in unison.
It is a group of familiar people, Shanxuan, Chunyuanjun, Erzhu Kuiyuan, Five Elements War God, etc., whether it is the Great Yuan Lord or the quasi-emperor ancestor, they are all respectful and do not dare to slack off. .
Especially the group of people in the East Palace, looking at Ye Wufeng, who was so arrogant and arrogant before, now looking miserable, the corner of his mouth twitched, perhaps only King Zhenwu in the world can treat him like shit.
Wuyunzi's eyes rolled, the dragon's tail shook, and he whispered to Patriarch Liufeng: "My disciple."
Ancestor Liufeng twitched the corner of his mouth : "Does anyone believe what you say?"
"Hmm." Wuyunzi was silent. He only had the cultivation level of the Little Yuan Master, and he taught him the strongest quasi-emperor. No one would believe him.
......
Xin Zhuo looked silently at the "Tiance Palace", turning a blind eye to the countless masters from various sects and schools behind him, and had nothing to say.
After being shot down from the Jiutian Mountain and Sea, he actually returned to the Nanyun Spiritual Domain, collected the Jiuyou Baizhang Ice and the Phoenix True Fire, checked the broken seven-layer Heavenly Dao Spiritual Spring Talisman, and fled directly to the west. The boundary insect at the foot of Mianjie Mountain is recovering from its wounds.
The cultivation of the strongest quasi-emperor was very difficult to recuperate from injuries. It took fifty-three years to completely return to peak condition.
Naturally, I came here to ask for an explanation.
Actually, he can think of what these old guys in the world will say, and he can’t even guess a word wrong. But now that the matter is at this point, he needs an attitude, an explanation, a benefit, and people around him. Where are the people and how are they arranged?
More importantly, he wanted to see Imperial Master Li Qing’s attitude towards him now.
Shen Gongyan ran out quietly and lowered his voice: "The way these quasi-emperors just blocked the way to prevent you from entering Tiance Palace is really puzzling.
The best result will be later. They gave in. After all, no one wants to quarrel with the strongest quasi-emperor who has his feet on the Nantianmen. Even the Half-Step Emperor is not willing. Besides, they will give you a bunch of compensation for their losses. Let's take care of it. Pack up and go have fun in Jiutian Mountains and Seas
The worst outcome is that the Imperial Master really comes to harvest you and achieve his unknown purpose. Today will be a fierce battle. If you lose, you will have nowhere to go in the sky and on the earth! "
Xin Zhuo smiled and said nothing.
He practiced the three magical powers of Emperor Haotian, the strongest blow, and he was confident that he could hurt the Half-Step Emperor, plus one more The "initial" power of sexual life-preserving magic is not without its strength, but he wants to see what these old guys will do.
"Buzz——"
At this moment, a figure suddenly walked out of Tiance Palace in one step. He looked like thirty years old, wearing a black brocade robe, and an ancient golden crown. , Hunyuan Heaven and Earth, the seventh-grade divine source showed a clear and yellow color, smiled, and bowed his hands: "King Zhenwu is back, after hard work, I am Wei Yifeng! ”
As he spoke, he stood between the palace doors with no intention of getting out of the way.
Xin Zhuo looked at this person carefully. He was extremely strong and yang. He had cultivated the ultimate mind method and his combat power was very powerful. He was probably similar to the Prince of Jiutianshanhaijunhua. He did not give in. He was probably also the same as the previous group. The quasi-emperor had the same idea. He waved his sleeves and struck out with the power of Nine-nine Return to One Hunyuan and the power of Evolving Zhoutian Dao.
Wei Yifeng's pupils shrank, and ninety-five Zhou Tian Dao Fruits floated out from behind. He also waved his sleeves with the power of Jiujiu Guiyi Hunyuan and the power of Zhou Tian Dao training.
Countless sects and family masters from all directions immediately stayed away when they saw him.
The group of quasi-emperors lying on the ground did not pretend to be dead. They were smarter than anyone else. They couldn't fight hard before, and they couldn't explain themselves to the ancestors who escaped. If they don't run now, how long will it take? His figure was erratic and he ran away far away. "Boom——"
In front of Tiance Palace, ripples exploded, like strong winds, lingering for a long time.
Xin Zhuo stood upright without moving, his expression as usual.
"Thum, thump, thump..."
Wei Yifeng stepped back dozens of feet in the air, until he retreated into the palace gate, his face turned pale.
A superior judge is vulnerable to a single blow.
Among the spectators from all directions, the scalps of the Great Yuan Lords were numb, and the ancestors of the Quasi-Emperors were also shaken. Wei Yifeng was born from the Third River hundreds of years ago, with the cultivation of the Eight Layer Platform. In order to resist hundreds of quasi-immortal emperors in the Wuwu Sea, he rescued a group of quasi-emperors. In the next two hundred years, he entered the Jiuzhongtai, the strongest quasi-emperor. From then on, he fought in the world and fought with immortal martial arts. He was called one of the four in the world. The best among the strongest quasi-emperors, possessing nine major sequences of opportunities.
He was knocked back by a single blow.
Zhenwu Tianwang is truly indestructible.
Wei Yifeng's face recovered at this moment and he laughed loudly: "He is worthy of being the Zhenwu Heavenly King who smashed the Nantianmen and created the highest achievement of the martial arts family in the past. His power is infinite and admirable. But if you want to enter the Tiance Palace, you and I still have to do it. One more move is needed! ”
As he spoke, he stepped forward, and ninety-five Zhoutian Dao Fruits appeared behind him, evolving into a divine map of stars that covered the entire sky. The aura instantly became ten times stronger.
The seventh-grade divine source flashed out and surrounded him. , flashing with a clear yellow divine light.
Immediately, with a single move, the ancient bronze sword that he relied on for survival fell into his hand. There was a piercing sound of the sword, and he slashed down with one sword: "In the beginning, ten thousand swords returned to the clan!"
"Buzz——"
In mid-air above the head, the space is torn apart, and a mysterious and ancient aura evolves into a hundred thousand powerful sword energies. Each sword energy can crush the heaven and earth and kill all low-level targets. The emperor, combined with the ancient bronze sword in his hand, turned into the sword of Taichu, containing eight hundred rules and three thousand small domains.
With the full blessing of ninety-five Zhoutian Dao Fruits, seventh-grade divine source, and the power of 40,000 Huiyuan, it can be called the pinnacle of swords.
For a time, the color of the world changed.
......
In the distance, in the void, three figures stood quietly, it was Ye Miaojin, Yun Zizai and Miss Mengzhi.
Miss Mengzhi's eyes flickered and she said with a smile: "Wei Yifeng's sword only exists in the sky. It is a seventh-grade divine source, plus a trace of the power of the beginning. This power of the beginning is infinitely close to the founding era, and even completely crushed it. The power of Taixu is very powerful. No wonder this person can be called a hero. No one can be called a hero but Wei Yifeng!”
Yun Zizai shook his head: "You only see the appearance and don't know the specific mystery of this sword!"
Miss Mengzhi blinked: "Oh?"
Yun Zizai said: "Chop it into pieces Nantianmen, the Zhenwu Heavenly King who created the highest achievement of the martial arts family and the highest pursuit of warriors in the world, majestically defeated hundreds of quasi-immortal emperors, three princesses and the Junhua prince, except for a few The ancestor of the Half-Step Emperor took action. Who can resist him today?
He suddenly returned today. At this time, the ancestors have not yet discussed compensation for him, so they can only let his masters stop him first. < br>
Wei Yifeng is not afraid of getting into trouble. He dares to take action and is willing to take action. In addition to using Xin Zhuo to test martial arts, he is definitely somewhat sure!
First of all, Xin Zhuo has not mastered the divine source;
Secondly, the power of Taichu is one of the oldest powers since the beginning of the world. Only the emperor could master it back then, but now only a handful can master it. It was enough to increase his divine power tenfold, reaching forty thousand. He has the power of Huiyuan, but Xin Zhuo does not!
Finally, he has nine major sequences, which can summon 10% of the power of the emperor. He has it, but Xin Zhuo does not!
In fact, this sword, which seems ordinary, is Lord Rushan’s natal sword, Guiyun! "
Mengzhi was surprised: "Is that so? ”
"Wei Yifeng lost!" Ye Miaojin suddenly said softly. (End of this chapter)