The Emperor of the Immortal Realm Chapter 40: Tongtian Giant
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Yanjing, go to study room 1,!
Yan Chuan sat behind the desk alone, waiting for Yin and Yang, Yi Feng, and Meng Wenruo. //: read novels//
Yan Chuan's eyes closed slightly.
At this moment, above the sea of luck and clouds, the idol of Yan Chuan, with divine light in his eyes, looked towards the northwest.
This look is an extremely distant distance.
Dazhen was promoted to the celestial dynasty, and Yan Chuan could survey the world through the golden dragon of air luck. As long as he was in the territory of Dazhen, Yan Chuan could see it with his eyes.
To the southwest. A huge desert area.
"Boom 1,!" "Boom!"………………
The sandstorm is soaring into the sky, and the sky is gray and gray. Inside, it is radiant, with a loud noise, and the trembling dust covers the sky and the sun.
"Fuck, get out, you grasshoppers!" Yang Zhijiu roared in the desert.
"Yang Zhijiu is getting weaker and weaker, kill!" Kong Daoqiu exclaimed excitedly.
"The group of immortals!" Yun Xin called.
"Jan Nian!" The immortals shouted together.
"There is one day left, one day left, you grasshoppers, the sun, the flames!" Yang Zhijiu roared.
"Boom!"
Above the heights, the scorching sun suddenly rushed down into the fire again, and when the sky fire broke out, the desert seemed to become a huge melting pot.
The original sand and dust, under the raging fire, became colorful and melted into countless glass beads.
"Kill!" The immortals shouted together.
"Boom!"
In the sandstorm, amidst the collision of huge forces, a black figure shot out like a streamer.
Yangzhijiu, at the moment when Yangjijiu, his left arm was almost crippled, the flesh and blood were gone, only the thick bones were left, and the horn on the head was also broken.
Yang to nine wounds are extremely severe.
"Puff!"
Yang Zhijiu spit out blood while shooting at Yanjing.
"There is one day, another day, you grasshoppers, when I destroy Yanjing, don't even want to run away, I must use the cruelest criminal law to slowly torture you1,!" Yang Zhi Jiu flew far away with a great hatred.
"Boom!"
A group of immortals also rushed out of the sandstorm quickly.
"He ran away again!" Meng Lingtian's face was extremely ugly.
The immortals chased and killed them, although they were annoyed, but some more reacted.
"Yang Zhijiu is getting weaker and weaker, and there is indeed an expert who is targeting him. Now, he is obviously going to trouble that expert!" Meng Sansheng said solemnly.
"Who is it?" Kong Daoqiu also frowned.
"Don't care who it is, Yang Zhijiu is getting weaker and weaker. Just now, he flees by self-harm. His strength is weak and weak. Now, even if Lian Shen helps him, he is the most immortal. The strength is not even as good as that. We must add more strength and must punish him and not allow him to recover!" Yun Xin shouted.
"Good!"
The group of heroes quickly chased after Yang Zhijiu again.
Yang Zhijiu used self-harm to activate the secret method, and the speed skyrocketed a lot. Throwing away the heroes in a blink of an eye.
Of course, just by throwing away, the group of heroes can't be lost, but they will go a little later.
"The direction he is going, seems to be Yanjing?" Meng Lingtian suddenly surprised.
"Yenjing? Is it Yan Chuan? Impossible, how much ability does Yan Chuan have?" Kong Daoqiu was a little unwilling.
The heroes continue to chase.
In Yanjing, Yan Chuan, who went to the study, had a look on his face, and his consciousness returned 1.
"Holy Lord, summon the ministers, etc., what's the important thing?" Gui Guzi questioned.
Yan Chuan frowned and said: "Just now, I felt that there were big fluctuations above the sea of fortune and clouds. The sea of fortune and clouds can sense the greatness of the world. With such a large fluctuation, something big must happen. I just used the vision of a god. Go and see. I found that Yangzhi Jiudelian God helped come to me in Yanjing!"
"Oh?" Qunchen's expression changed.
"At the moment from Yang to Nine, it is stronger than that day on Mao Ri. To serve Yin and Yang, arrange formations to protect Yanjing!" Yan Chuan said in a deep voice.
"Yes!" Feng Yin and Yang responded.
"Yi Feng, Wen Ruo, you are responsible for maintaining Yanjing's stability and comforting the people and officials!" Yan Chuan said solemnly.
"Yes!" the two answered.
After confessing to everyone, Yan Chuan went straight to the backyard.
Yan Chuan understands that the main reason for the nine kills of Yangzhi is definitely the nail-headed seven arrows.
Fortunately, this is the last day.
"What's the matter?" Zizi looked at Yan Chuan in a hurry, puzzled.
"Yang Zhijiu is here!" Yan Chuan said solemnly.
"Oh?"
"Next, there may be a fierce battle, Zizi, you are responsible for the nail-headed seven arrows! Make sure it is correct, I will delay the time, and I must kill Yang Zhijiu!" Yan Chuan solemnly said.
"Hmm!" Zi Zi nodded.
After explaining Zizi, Yan Chuan quickly came to Chaotian Temple Square.
Looking at the gods in the sky, Yan Chuan's eyes condensed.
"Ang!"
The statue of Yan Chuan made a huge dragon roar, and suddenly, it soared up into the sky and turned into a golden dragon with eighteen claws.
"Boom!"
The Eighteen Claw Qi Luck Golden Dragon stepped on the Qi Luck Cloud Sea and suddenly raised his head and groaned.
"Ang～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～!"
Long Yin is majestic, sounding through the nine heavens, and at the same time, this voice spread across the major cities of Dazhen in an instant, and into the ears of all the people of Dazhen.
Hearing the voice of the dragon chant again, all the people were puzzled and put down everything on hand.
"Dazhen people listen! I am Yan Chuan." Yan Chuan said.
While speaking, Yan Chuan's voice suddenly spread to all the people of Dazhen.
Worry-free city, in a restaurant.
"The voice of the holy?"
"I heard the voice of the Lord."
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There were no hundreds of surnames, army, or city guards, all looked up at the sky.
"Dazhen people, please raise your right hand. With my strength, you will be weak for a short time, but as long as you rest for a while, you can recover. All the city guards, guarding the Quartet, are very weak with my strength. People, there are those who dare to attack, kill without mercy, and then punish the whole clan!" Yan Chuan said, 1.
Through the Eighteen Claw Qi Luck Golden Dragon, Yan Chuan's voice instantly spread throughout Yanjing. All the people looked at the sky blankly.
By the power of the people?
Worry-free city, on a street.
"The Holy Lord wants to borrow our strength? How can I borrow this?"
"Yeah, strength is good? Are you kidding?"
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When people were suspicious, someone finally listened to Yan Chuan and tried.
I saw a burly man slowly raising his right hand: "Raise your right hand? What's the use?"
Just as the burly man raised his right hand.
"Huh!"
The burly man felt that his own strength was as if he was taken away in an instant. In an instant, the burly man lost his power.
"Pop!"
The man fell to the ground, panting heavily.
"Brother? What's the matter with you?" someone exclaimed.
"My power, my power has been borrowed by the sage!" The burly man said incredulously as if he was dreaming.
"Huh?" Suddenly, there was an uproar all around.
Is the power really lent to Yan Chuan?
This scene is constantly happening in thousands of cities in Dazhen1.
Suddenly, many people came to understand and lend their power to your Majesty?
The development of Dazhen is too fast. Although there are countless subjects, there are some people who disobey the law of Dazhen. These people ignore it, but more people raise their right hands quickly.
"Holy Lord, use the power of the grassroots!"
"Holy Lord, use my power!"
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Raising their right hands one by one, a wave of power, as if crossing time and space, quickly gathered towards Yanjing.
From all corners of the world, rolling power quickly poured into the body of the Eighteen-Claw Qi Luck Golden Dragon. The figure of the Eighteen-Claw Qi Luck Golden Dragon suddenly swelled.
"Ang!"
The Golden Dragon of Eighteen Claws Qi Luck roared and came straight into Yan Chuan.
"Boom!"
The vast 18-claw Qi Luck Golden Dragon, but weirdly rushed into Yan Chuan's tiny body.
"Boom!"
The sea of air and clouds is constantly tumbling, and endless forces are quickly gathered, more and more, more and more massive, and continue to pour into Yan Chuan's body.
Yan Chuan's body is surrounded by layers of air, as if he is being blown by power.
"Boom!"
At the foot of Yan Chuan, a large number of cracks appeared on the stone slab. However, Yan Chuan's figure continued to grow with the power of the people in the world, and it was originally one person tall, but in a blink of an eye it reached two people. And it's still skyrocketing.
Yan Chuan has already understood the situation at this moment, so clothes are also a magic weapon, which can be enlarged as Yan Chuan grows.
Yan Chuan is getting bigger and bigger.
The power of the Dazhen people continues to gather.
Thousands of cities, although many people are still waiting and watching, there are enough people to give their strength.
About one-fifth of the people gave their own strength.
Yenjing, the place where the people's centripetal force in Dazhen is the greatest, the people's dedication by raising their hands is even more than 80%.
After hundreds of people gave their strength, they sat weakly on the ground.
Seeing Yan Chuan's ever-growing figure, everyone's eyes widened. While horrified, they were more fortunate.
In a blink of an eye, Yan Chuan reached a height of one hundred zhang. Yan Chuan did not restrain, but continued to grow.
Two hundred feet, three hundred feet, and four hundred feet.
This change slowly stopped when Yan Chuan's body reached a thousand feet.
Yan Chuan can drive a huge storm as soon as he raises his leg and wave his hand.
Although the dragon robe covers the body, the people can still see the explosive power overflowing from Yan Chuan's body through some gaps.
Qianzhang Yanchuan is also as high as a one-thousand-story building. Some mortals even raised their heads and couldn't see the top.
The sky-reaching giant, with his head on the sky, his feet on the ground, and his eyes to the northwest.
One step forward, Yan Chuan stepped beyond Yanjing1,.
"Boom!"
When it landed, the ground shook for a while. Just one step made the earth quake.
The people of Yanjing looked a little stupid.
"Meow, Meow, your sister!" Meow was also dumbfounded, and she hugged all the spiritual stones in her arms to the ground.
The people of Yanjing, the officials, the guards, and the army are all looking silly at this moment.
Only Fengyin and Yang are still sober, quickly deploying an array to protect Yenching.
Zi Zi continued to worship the grass man patiently.
Northwest direction.
Yang Zhi Jiu flew quickly with a secret method.
"Quickly, very quickly, we are coming to Yanjing, Yanjing, Yanchuan, you grasshoppers, I want you all to die!" Yang Zhijiu's face was grimly hairy.
"Boom!"
With a hurricane, Yang Zhijiu finally rushed out of Yanjing after Yizhuxiang.
The original ferocious face suddenly disappeared.
Standing in midair, dragging his wounds, looked at the sky-reaching giant in front of him a little stupidly.
A thousand stories high, Yan Chuan seems to stand upright in front of Yang Zhijiu at this moment.
Grasshopper, for a moment, Yang Zhijiu felt like a grasshopper.
Tongtian Giant didn't talk nonsense, and slapped the "Grasshopper" with a slap, and the airflow overflowing from the palm suddenly formed a vortex. Bombarded towards Yangzhijiu. (To be continued
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