The City’s Strongest Immortal Emperor Chapter 582: The Immortal Body
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"What ‘clang clang clang clang’?"
Bai Yunchang furrowed his brows slightly, thinking hard, but many people around him who had seen boasting about Journey to the West couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"'Dang-dang-dang-dang', not to mention the mere ancient sword gates, it is the ancient ancestors of your seven profound gates who have come, and they are not in my eyes. If you hinder me, you will change your life. Right."
After speaking, Ye Chen grabbed it with one hand, and in the void, a golden palm appeared out of thin air, like the left hand of a giant spirit god, volleyed towards Bai Yunchang.
"Shoot together!"
Bai Yunchang's double sleeves flew out two thin ice crystal spirit blades. This spirit blade, forged from ten thousand years of cold ice, is extremely sharp and condensed with surging cold air. Its power is only inferior to the Mingyue Tianxin Sword, but it can attack from a distance, just like a flying sword.
I saw two invisible white marks, encircling in the void, strangling in the air, like a white dragon dancing in the sky.
"Boom——!"
Other members of the ancient sect also knew that it was a critical moment of life and death, and they had no more hands. Everyone worked desperately.
On the entire Mount Tai, there are a total of dozens of people from the ancient sects, nearly half of them were killed by Ye Chen before, and there are 20 to 30 people, among them, there are five or six of them in the Golden Core Realm.
How powerful is they to shoot with all their strength?
"Swish."
I saw the sky, colorful, Huaguang headed for the bullfight!
Flying swords, spirit needles, golden hammers, jade charms, spells, magical powers... a series of spiritual treasures, secret arts, smashed all over the world. These ancient sect disciples are all worth a lot of money, and almost everyone has a spiritual treasure. Especially those five or six Golden Core Realm cultivators possess middle-grade spirit treasures.
After all, those who can come to the top of Mount Tai to compete for the fate of immortality are basically the most elite disciples of the major sects of the ancient sect. Any good things in the sect are naturally piled on them.
Countless magic weapons, connected into a strip of light, are pushed horizontally, before the power, everyone in the secular world will lose their color.
"His, this is too strong. It's just as spectacular as a fireworks display."
Someone smashed his tongue.
These ancient sect members, with a full blow, are enough to be comparable to the peak golden core. With so many people joining hands, it's like a regiment covered by firepower, shaking the sky, and even the true monarch may not dare to insist on it. In particular, the two ice crystal spirit blades of Bai Yunshang are even more cold than the mountains and rivers, like two long rainbows that go through the sun.
Many people finally understand at this time.
Why did the people in the ancient sect regard the Chinese martial arts world as ordinary ants? Because these disciples alone are enough for most masters. Not to mention the many true monarchs of the major sects in the ancient sect.
"The light of the fireflies, dare to compete with Haoyue?"
Ye Chen snorted, not only the palm of his hand, but his whole body began to bloom with dazzling light. I saw that there were countless golden runes embedded in the layers of cyan light, and Ye Chen's entire body was enveloped by the cyan light, like a **** of iron.
At this time, although his cultivation realm has not fully recovered, the three major divine bodies have already recovered to their peak!
"Boom——!"
He just like this, relying on his body, he just rushed into many magical magical techniques, regardless of his care, he grabbed the spirit treasure with his bare hands and swept directly.
Push all enemies with one palm!
"Huh!"
A purple shadow flying sword slashed on Ye Chen's body, making the sound of metal croaking, as if it was splitting on steel. The bright blue-gold light on the surface of Ye Chen's body was like a piece of immortal divine gold.
Ye Chen stood there.
One by one, Lingbao hit him, but Ye Chen didn't move at all, showing no harm at all. As if in his eyes, each of these blows was enough to split a building, comparable to the full strength of a Jin Dan powerhouse, but it was useless.
"Kang Dang!"
Ye Chen grabbed his hand and directly grabbed a golden hammer the size of a watermelon. This golden hammer is forged from stainless steel. There are dense runes on it, shining with thunder, and it is extremely heavy, weighing thousands of catties. Being sacrificed by a monk at the peak of the transformation realm, a single blow was enough to smash all the large stones.
But in Ye Chen's hands, it was like making noodles. When he was pressed by Ye Chen at will, it was pressed into noodles.
"Puff, my Clear Sky Hammer."
An ancient sect disciple spit out blood directly. His cultivation is not enough, he does not have a golden core, and he relies on blood sacrifices to control the Lingbao, so once the Lingbao is destroyed, his mind will be implicated and the damage will be very serious.
This is only the first one. Every time Ye Chen raised his hand, one Lingbao was scrapped.
Many ancient sect disciples, one by one, vomiting blood and regressing, their eyes are full of fear.
"He is stronger, his physical body absolutely surpasses the true monarch, and is already comparable to the Great Compassion Zen Master of Longxiang Temple, reaching the legendary King Kong realm."
A disciple of the Blood Corpse Clan exclaimed.
The Blood Corpse Gate is famous for driving ghosts and exorcizing corpses, but the bronze corpse he drives, watered with pure gold, can withstand missile bombardment. But even Ye Chen couldn't catch a slap, so he was shot to pieces.
"Dingding——!"
It was Bai Yunchang's two "ice crystal spirit blades" that were cut, and they were both blocked by Ye Chen waved. The spirit blade slashed on Ye Chen's arm, and the ten thousand years of icy air that was enough to chill and penetrate the bones did not affect Ye Chen in the slightest.
The three divine bodies are unified, almost immortal!
This power is extremely terrifying.
"This person's body is indeed close to the peak of True Monarch, even Heavenly Monarch."
Bai Yunshang's expression also changed slightly, and there was a wave of fluctuations in her beautiful eyes.
Although she didn't make a full shot just now, Ye Chen used her body to block her from a blow without hurting her. This kind of terrifying defensive power, Bai Yunshang has only seen the true monarchs at the top of a few ancient sects, as well as those who are at the peak of body refinement or spirit beasts.
"Dead!"
Ye Chen's arms shook, and the terrifying blood rose into the sky. The bright azure golden light directly condensed into a huge light palm, which was photographed out of thin air. With a bang, there were three or four disciples of the ancient sect. They were too late to escape and were photographed into meatloaf.
"Run away."
Everyone changed their colors at the same time, and they wanted to escape when they controlled the magic weapon.
But Ye Chen's speed was too fast, and he instantly broke the sound barrier, pulling out long white marks in the air like a siren roaring. With every punch and kick, several ancient sect disciples could be easily crushed. Even just a collision with the fit can smash the opponent's body with the bodyguard spirit treasure.
"Boom boom boom!"
Almost at a glance, Ye Chen killed more than ten people in a row.
The other people were almost frightened, each activating the secret technique, turning into a glorious escape, especially the five or six disciples of the Golden Core Realm, who ran faster than the rabbits.
"You can't escape."
Ye Chen's figure is like a glimpse of light.
He flashed behind a man in white instantly. This white-clothed man has a strong aura, and he is a great master of the Golden Core Realm, even stronger than Gu Jingtian, close to Lei Lingzi and Xu Anmin.
Zhang Wenhua, the saint son of the generation of Changfeng Pavilion.
Although Zhang Wenhua is not a Taoist immortal, but the younger generation of the ancient sect can also be ranked in the top ten. In particular, a long-wind zhengong, practiced to the extreme, without relying on external forces, a long-wind zhenqi is enough to move mountains and fill the sea.
"Huh!"
I saw Zhang Wenhua turned his head, and opened his mouth to spit out a lot of white training. Bai Lian Hengtian, turned into a horse of dozens of feet to Lian Baihong. The vastness above is full of gas, enough to smash steel. Even if a bomber is here, it will be crushed by Bai Lian.
Changfeng Pavilion is the ancient sect of the Great Sect, standing side by side with Longxiang Temple and Shenlei Mountain, relying on this Changfeng Zhenqi.
"There is something about Zhenqi, but unfortunately it is not condensed enough."
Ye Chen said lightly, and with a light blow, he blew away the innocent vitality that had been condensed for decades. Then he walked away and patted directly on Zhang Wenhua's head.
"I am not reconciled..."
The body of Changfeng Pavilion was instantly shattered, and a transparent spirit jumped out from the top of the head, and wanted to escape, but was directly shattered by the spirit of Ye Chen's body.
And this, this is just the beginning!