The Emperor of the Immortal Realm Chapter 8: Yan Chuan’s punch

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On the occasion of Yan Chuan's conversation with Meng Rongrong!

Meng Wenruo and his wife are paying homage to Meng Qiu.

At the same time, on another mountain top, Wang Jian also started to kill!

"Moan!"

The sword light soars into the sky, murderous.

In the valley, Su Sanniang frowned.

"Don't worry, it's Wang Jian!" Meng Wenruo shook his head.

Su Sanniang nodded and ignored Meng Qiu again.

In the distance, the sound of killing suddenly stopped. Murderous aversion.

When the murderous aura was gathered, Meng Wenruo turned his head and looked.

"Let's go, Wang Jian should have stayed alive, I want to see who wants to deal with the little girl!" Meng Wenruo said solemnly.

"Hmm!" Su Sanniang nodded.

The two stepped towards the distant mountain.

In the distance, a hilltop.

Wang Jian, Jin Dayu, Feng Yin and Yang coldly looked around in front of them.

On the ground, there were about three thousand corpses, fragmented and bloody, staining the snow-white ground all red.

Wang Jian held his sword, coldly watching a dark shadow in the distance go away.

"Shoo!"

In a blink of an eye, another group of figures flew up quickly.

The one headed, but Prophet Zhao of the Great Buddha Heavenly Dynasty.

"Buddha Immeasurable Life, this is Wang Jian from the Great Zhen Dynasty? Why do you want to kill me as a courtier?" Zhao Xianzhi said with a gloomy expression.

"It turns out that the man behind the scenes is the Great Buddha Heaven? Xianzhi Zhao, don't you remember the pain two hundred years ago?" Jin Dayu suddenly interjected.

Prophet Zhao looked at Jin Dayu. His face suddenly sank.

More than two hundred years ago, the Tianjizong plan to create a god, the world's heroes rushed to the North Shenzhou, and finally Kong Moko returned without success, with a grievance, ready to vent his hatred on Dazhen, so he led A large number of officials went straight to Yenching, but they were killed by Dazhen's officials. In that battle, Xianzhi Zhao was also hit hard by Jin Dayu many times.

When the enemy meets, they are extremely jealous!

"The Great Buddha, I sent ministers to invite Meng Rongrong, but you waited indiscriminately to kill you. Today, no matter who it is, I must give me an explanation from the Great Buddha Heavenly Dynasty!" Zhao Xianzhi said coldly.

"Explain? You want to explain to your defeated general?" Jin Dayu said coldly in his eyes.

Wang Jian retreated at the right time and asked Jin Dayu to confront Prophet Zhao. After all, the two were already enemies.

"Jin Dayu, do you think it is still two hundred years ago?" Zhao Xianzhi said coldly.

While speaking, Xianzhi Zhao's whole body rushed forward, and suddenly exploded with power several times that of two hundred years ago!

The huge momentum is to force the snowflakes below to roll up in all directions.

"Boom!"

The huge momentum came to oppress Jin Dayu. Prophet Zhao clearly wanted to avenge his revenge two hundred years ago.

"Upper Void Realm, twelve levels?" Jin Dayu's pupils shrank.

Prophet Zhao's whole body, white light shining all over, looked very holy from a distance. When he probed his hand, Xianzhi Zhao had a small white bell in his palm.

The clock? Seeing the clock, Jin Dayu smiled.

There is anyone in the world who dare to compare with yourself?

"Om!"

The golden divine emperor clock suddenly appeared, and suddenly a majestic aura forced it towards Xianzhi Zhao.

"Jin Dayu, you didn't expect it, in these two hundred years, I have reached the twelfth level of the Supreme Void, huh, the shame of the day, today, I will return the original number!" Xianzhi Zhao said with a cold voice.

"In just two hundred years, Xianzhi Zhao went from the sixth stage of the upper virtual realm to the twelfth stage? He also had a great adventure? In a short time, he reached the great perfection on the virtual realm?" Feng Yinyang frowned.

Jin Dayu didn't care.

Two hundred years of adventure? How can you compare to yourself?

Just as Jin Dayu stepped out, Meng Wenruo suddenly grabbed Jin Dayu's shoulder.

"Master Jin, show the enemy's weakness, entangle Prophet Zhao, and draw the big fish out!" Meng Wenruo said.

Jin Dayu frowned and nodded at the end.

"Dang!"

Jin Dayu's divine emperor clock banged loudly and threw it to the sky.

The white clock in the hands of Prophet Zhao also threw a loud bang to the sky.

"Boom!"

Two giant clocks crashed into each other.

"Om!"

Rolling sound waves collide with each other. The sound waves of the Shenhuang Bell are golden, but the sound waves of the White Bell are pure white.

Not far away, Meng Wenruo narrowed his eyes.

"What kind of power is this? Haoran is righteous? No, it is more pure and holy than Haoran, why have you never heard of it before?" Meng Wenruo frowned.

"Boom!"

Shenhuang Zhong was slightly better and suppressed the white bell severely.

"Huh?" Xianzhi Zhao's expression changed, and he rushed to the sky. In his hands, a large amount of white energy suddenly blasted straight into the white clock.

As soon as the white energy entered, the power of the white clock skyrocketed.

Jin Dayu squinted his eyes slightly and instilled some golden power again.

Two bells contend, no one will let it be the same.

At this moment, Wang Jian's eyes were cold, and he looked at the group of strong men brought by Prophet Zhao.

A sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Moan!"

The bronze sword shot straight away, and under a ray of blood, a cultivator was suddenly cut to pieces.

"Ah!" a group of repairers exclaimed.

"Huh!"

Wang Jian slayed out, and the bronze long sword slashed violently.

"Ah!" "Asshole!" "Kill him!"………………

When a group of repairers shouted. Wang Jian Jianfeng kept killing one cultivator after another.

"Om!"

A group of cultivators appeared white light like Prophet Zhao. As soon as the white light appeared, their strength skyrocketed, but if they soared again, how could they be stronger than Wang Jian?

Although there are thousands of people, in front of Wang Jian, it is like harvesting grass and mustard.

Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill!

"Asshole, Wang Jian, stop!" Prophet Zhao suddenly exclaimed.

Will Wang Jian listen to him?

In the constant beheading. Of course, Wang Jian didn't use his full strength, everyone was fishing, killing slowly, and waiting slowly.

Prophet Zhao was anxious.

The urging of the white clock in his hand also showed horror on his face.

The twelve levels of the Upper Void Realm, Xianzhi Zhao, the twelve levels of the Upper Void Realm is a bit vacant, because this was forcibly promoted by Kong Moke, so naturally it is not the true twelfth level of the Upper Void Realm.

But even so, it is more important than the Eleventh of the Void, why? Why did Jin Dayu soar in strength?

"Prophet Zhao, how is it?" Jin Dayu said coldly.

Jin Dayu haunts Prophet Zhao so hard that Prophet Zhao cannot get out for a while.

Looking at the death of each of his subordinates, Prophet Zhao's expression was extremely ugly: "Stop, the Lord is just waiting for El. I want Gnar to wait for his own use. If you kill again, the Lord will not forgive you!"

Love?

In the distance, Meng Wenruo and Feng Yin and Yang looked at each other and suddenly understood.

Meng Rongrong is just a guide. Kong Moke wants to use Meng Rongrong to threaten Meng Wenruo and then take the great minister? Instigate rebellion inside Dazhen?

Meng Wenruo showed a trace of disdain! Obviously disdain for the clumsy tactics of Kong Moko.

Prophet Zhao said everything anxiously.

At this moment, it happened that Yan Chuan walked out of the hall of Meiling House.

The door closed, and Yan Chuan's heart was blocked for a while. The guilt of Meng Rongrong made Yan Chuan feel depressed.

Suddenly heard a cry from a distance.

"Stop, the Lord is just waiting for El, I want Gnar to wait for his own use!"

In the distance, Xianzhi Zhao's words of digging a corner suddenly seemed like a barrel of oil thrown into Yan Chuan's chest.

Yan Chuan's face suddenly rose up fiercely, as if he had found a place to vent his anger.

"Roar!" With a roar, Yan Chuan rushed away.

"Jin Dayu, get out of the way!" Yan Chuan shouted angrily during the flight.

In the distance, Jin Dayu was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly got out of shape.

"Dang!"

There was a loud noise, and the two clocks separated.

Xianzhi Zhao was stunned, and suddenly saw Yan Chuan rushing in the distance with a fierce face.

Prophet Zhao is not angry but happy.

Yan Chuan? Leaving Yenching, it is not as scary as before.

His strength has skyrocketed. If Yan Chuan is taken down, everything will be solved.

"White lotus bell rings!" Prophet Zhao jerked his hand.

"Dang!"

Around the white clock, a lotus flower suddenly appeared and rushed towards Yan Chuan.

Yan Chuan is angry at this moment, but he doesn't avoid it at all.

The probing hand punched, his face was fierce, and he smashed it. Before the person arrived, the murderous spirit went straight to Prophet Zhao.

The huge fist slammed on the white clock.

Prophet Zhao's face changed.

The power of the boxing gang even makes the surrounding space overlap.

"Boom!"

Bai Zhong burst into pieces and opened, and the remaining power of the fist was not eliminated, and it slammed into Xianzhi Zhao.

"Impossible!" Prophet Zhao exclaimed.

"Boom!"

Prophet Zhao, like a shooting star, was smashed into the air by a fist.

As he flew out, Prophet Zhao seemed to hear the sound of his own bones cracking.

"Puff!"

Leaving a blood line, Prophet Zhao flew ten miles away.

"Huh!"

Suddenly a white figure appeared, blocking the direction of Xianzhi Zhao's Feiyan, and grasped with a probing hand to stabilize Xianzhi Zhao whose bones were broken.

"Impossible, I am the twelfth level of the Upper Void Realm. No, it is impossible!" Zhao Xianzhi vomited blood, unable to accept the facts at this moment.

In the distance, Yan Chuan punched out, and the suffocation in his heart seemed to be almost vented. The original irritability was much more comfortable at this moment.

And the subordinates of Prophet Zhao who were fighting with Wang Jian around, stared blankly at the scene.

A punch? Flies with a punch? Lord Zhao is the twelfth level of the Upper Void Realm!

In the distance, the one who received Prophet Zhao was Kong Moke with a cold face.

Kong Moko rescued Prophet Zhao, and a group of ministers appeared behind him.

Kong Moke handed Prophet Zhao to his subordinates and coldly looked at Yan Chuan in the distance.

"Holy!" Prophet Zhao's subordinates suddenly shouted.

Then, a group of strong men around Wang Jian immediately flew towards Kong Moko.

"Wang Jian, kill!" Yan Chuan shouted coldly.

"Yes!" Wang Jian responded with a cry.

"Moan!"

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"……………………

After Wang Jian's sword light passed, a huge meat grinder suddenly formed, and a group of strong men were strangulated. The sword energy trapped the strong all around and prevented them from fleeing.

"Ah!" "No!" "Help!"………………

The group of strong men is anxious.

"Bold!" Kong Moke suddenly yelled in the distance. Stepping straight towards Wang Jian.

"Om!"

Yan Chuan also moved abruptly, and he immediately stood in front of Wang Jian's battlefield and in front of Kong Moke.

"Huh!" Two hurricanes collided.

Kong Moko paused, and the two emperors faced each other in the air. There was a fierce anger in each eye.

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