The City’s Strongest Immortal Emperor Chapter 1327: Quasishenbao

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"Hey, Lao Lu and I thought that this would be the case for this life, but didn't expect to encounter such a peerless Tianjiao. Compared with him, what are those true immortals?"

Just as Long Chuhe was feeling emotional, Ye Chen's eyes suddenly condensed.

"Bang--!"

Only hearing a blast, the land box containing the Immortal Treasure Flying Sword exploded directly into countless fragments, and several escorts nearby were unfortunately injured. The sound of Jianming sounded, and a dark red quaint long sword rose into the sky, then turned into a red light, and plunged straight down.

"Boom——!"

Xianbao Feijian turned into a Changhong, thrusting into the ground diagonally, a few feet away in front of Ye Chen.

The simple and dark red sword has clear lines and strange runes. The hilt is engraved with the pattern of ancient beasts. The body of the sword trembles lightly and the sword sounds loudly, seeming to vent the joy of getting out of trouble. .

The moment Xianbao Feijian appeared, a monstrous evil spirit filled the world, and everyone present except Ye Chen changed color.

Where is this like a fairy treasure created by Yuanying Tianjun? This is basically a quasi-sacred treasure-level horrible flying sword. No wonder that even the great monk like the smiling devil wants to covet it?

"I sensed the breath of Emperor Xuanyuan from above, what is going on?"

Ye Chen frowned and spoke coldly.

Long Chuhe on the side hurriedly explained: "True immortal, although Brother Qin has already set foot in the realm of real immortals, he suffers from no materials. After all, there is still little time for the earth's spiritual energy to recover. He wants to build a fairy. Bao, how precious are the materials needed?"

"As a last resort, Long Teng could only use the fragments of Chi You's sword and inject it into the flying sword mold. Only then did he refine this quasi-divine treasure. Chi You held this sword and was killed by Emperor Xuanyuan back then. Only then will the breath of Emperor Xuanyuan remain."

"That's it."

Ye Chen nodded slightly, he and Emperor Xuanyuan could be regarded as quite related, if this quasi-sacred treasure was made from Xuanyuan sword fragments, he would not tolerate it.

Lu Huihui's eyes locked on Ye Chen, and their hearts were horrified. This Immortal Treasure Flying Sword suddenly escaped and flew out. Obviously, it has something to do with Ye Chen.

Ye Chen squinted his eyes slightly. He was a little bit away from the immortal treasure flying sword, but he could feel the monstrous evil spirit in the sword body that was about to erupt like a volcano. If someone could fully use the evil spirit, even ordinary yuan Infant, all can be the enemy.

The quasi-sacred treasure is no longer comparable to ordinary immortal treasures. If you know the huge Golden Crow Gate, there is only one quasi-sacred treasure.

Ye Chen took a few steps forward, without any hesitation, directly holding the hilt of Feijian with his palm. As soon as I started, an inexplicable sense of strangeness spread all over my body, as if this sword was tailor-made for him and closely connected with him.

As soon as his palm touched the flying sword, the body of the sword released a red light, reflecting the sky, an unparalleled sword intent raged, and the front row of the woods beyond the front row was cut by the roots. It was cut by a sharp blade.

Affected by such a terrifying sword energy and devil energy, Ye Chen also suddenly appeared behind Ye Chen's godlike roar, deafening.

Everyone around looked at each other, but the atmosphere didn't dare to make a sound.

Ye Chen pulled out the flying sword, squeezed it in front of him, squeezed his left hand into the shape of a sword tactic, and slid from the tip of the sword to the tip of the sword. The forcing chill of the sword aura made his heart sigh with emotion.

"What a quasi-divine treasure, it really is a peerless sword!"

As soon as Ye Chen's voice fell, there was a mysterious red light in his eyes. He waved his arm, and the flying sword was like a living thing in his hand, spinning and flying, and countless dark red sword marks were crossed in the void. , The secret of heaven is turning, the wind is surging.

The whirlwind suddenly rose, and everyone around them pushed back. The violent sword aura raged, and the ground that was already riddled with holes was once again cut with deep sword marks.

The demon red light in Ye Chen's eyes became stronger and stronger, and the sword danced faster. He leaped and plunged straight down from the sky. A huge dark red sword shot out, following the stream. Above, cut all the streams along the road into two sections, separating the two sides.

This sword aura is almost comparable to the sword light that Ye Chen wielded with the Divine Treasure Broken Blade.

Ye Chen slashed out a sword and fell on the ground without moving anymore. Two colors of light appeared in his pupils, one dark red and one dark.

Others don't even know the situation he is facing at the moment, and a voice is sounding in his mind.

"This sword belongs to you, it belongs only to you!"

"I am the Demon King Chiyou, this sword has chosen you, and my power also belongs to you!"

"Pick it up, kill, kill all the living creatures you can see!"

Ye Chen's body showed violent aura from time to time, which dissipated after a while, but would rise again after a while.

The people in Long Chuhe were puzzled in the distance, but they didn't dare to come close. When Ye Chen waved the flying sword, the sword was full of energy, and no one dared to approach within a hundred feet of him.

"Kill, kill, kill them all, you are the king of the world, the master of this world!"

There are voices in Ye Chen's mind constantly tempting him, leading him into the devil's path. Once he loses his mind, there will be a supreme demon cultivator in this world, chasing the king of the ape demon, blood-stained the common people.

The two colors in Ye Chen's pupils change more and more frequently, and the aura on his body is sometimes violent and sometimes quiet, and the battle between the two has reached a white-hot stage.

At this moment, he suddenly closed his eyes.

"A devil's remnant soul is trying to manipulate me too?"

A sense of coolness and warmth is born from its limbs and a hundred skeletons, and then converges into a clear stream, reaching the mind, and converging into a powerful spiritual sense.

"Get out!"

He gathered together, and the nine gods roared behind him and let out an angry shout. The magical sounds that lured him disappeared instantly, the killing aura on the flying sword shrank instantly, and the monstrous killing aura disappeared without a trace.

After a few seconds, Ye Chen opened his eyes, the dark red in his pupils had long since disappeared, only the ink color remained.

"Huh!" Ye Chen grinned, looking at the Immortal Treasure Flying Sword in his hand, disdainfully said, "You are just a sword. Although you have a sword spirit, you want to control me, it is a dream!"

"Ye is the only person in the world, no one needs to point fingers, let alone control?"

Looking at this flying sword at this time, it is like a good obedient child, quiet in Ye Chen's hands, exuding a little warm and friendly meaning, very gentle.

The quaint long sword was inserted at a distance of a few inches in front of Ye Chen, trembling lightly, making a cheerful sound.

Long Chuhe's heart is solemn to the extreme, and Ye Chen's keen interest in this sword is already obvious.

If Shuangye Zhenxian wanted this sword, he didn't have the slightest thoughts to hinder him. This sword was originally made by his uncle. Not to mention, since ancient times, the gods of virtue have lived with this sword. This sword has been conquered by Ye Chen and belongs to him. It should be.

But in this way, it is not the ordinary true immortal Taoism that offends...but the terrifying Ziyun Holy Land!