The City’s Strongest Immortal Emperor Chapter 777: Hard Shaking Magic Knife

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"Rumble--!"

Between heaven and earth, the space is shattered, chaos roars, the five elements of gold, wood, water, fire and earth are crisscrossed, and countless splendid energy fluctuations and the power of laws are stirring within a thousand miles. This battle is truly amazing, beyond the imagination of all witnesses.

From Ye Chen to the Holy Land of Lingxiao, but only half an hour.

There are nine gods and generals, and more than twenty elders have fallen into their hands. At least two or three of the five true immortals ruled and taught. Tens of thousands of Golden Core cultivators in the Lingxiao Holy Land sprinkled the sky with blood, and even the **** master of the Lingxiao Holy Land was smashed into the big lake by Ye Chen, and he did not know his life or death.

Such terrifying power, appalling, shocked all monks in the galaxy.

"How terrible is his son?"

There is an elderly heavenly monarch who looks directly at the giant ape and keeps talking.

"With the power of a mere true monarch, pressure a true immortal sect. When did my galaxy have such a peerless figure? The true immortal Lingxiao was nothing but that."

The ancestor of Penglai Mountain Honglian shook his head, his eyes couldn't stop horrified.

Ming Shuang stood behind him, her long hair flying like clouds and clouds, her body was slender and slim, her beautiful eyes cut by autumn water staring at Ye Chen, as if she had met Ye Chen for the first time.

It's terrifying!

The power displayed by Ye Chen is far beyond the imagination of the monks of the galaxy. At this moment, he was only out of his or her cultivation base, but he leapfrogged and killed many great cultivators in the early stage and even the middle stage of the Nascent Soul.

Only Venerable Peng understands that the system of the galaxy is incomplete and the laws do not exist. Therefore, the Yuan Ying cultivated in this domain is strictly a pseudo Yuan Ying, at least a small level lower than the real Yuan Ying monk.

That's why the five true immortals and Taoist masters and the **** general Kunlun were only considered in the early Yuanying stage, and the strongest black-robed divine lord was barely considered the middle stage of the Yuanying stage. But this still couldn't conceal Ye Chen's invincibility. Zhan Yuanying out of the Aperture, and still crushed in such a way, even the Ten Thousand Demon Sect, the Longevity Sect, and other Xinghai Masters, did not have such a peerless talent. Venerable Peng only heard that in the Central Xinghai World, among the top holy land immortals, there is such a young supreme!

"It deserves to be the reincarnation of Xianzong, if he becomes the Yuan Ying, can't he cut the way?"

Thinking of this, even Venerable Peng shuddered.

The gap between Chuqiao and Yuanying is far inferior to Yuanying and Hedao, which is like a moat, and it is a world of difference. It is the gap between man and God. In the depths of the stars, the great power of harmony can be called the ancestor, a religion, a **** of a region, and even the ancestor **** and creation **** of certain races!

Ye Chen, if Yuan Ying cuts his way, then he can be regarded as the real Megatron Xinghai, and he can stand shoulder to shoulder with the Junior Supreme!

"The Lord of Lingxiao Holy Land was defeated like this?"

Many people still don't believe it, but the monk, who is known as the number one powerhouse in the galaxy in the past, can't even stop Ye Chen with a single blow? Then this Lingxiao Holy Land is too weak.

The only two true immortals who commanded the teaching, the bones and muscles that were smashed by Ye Chen Yishan were all broken, vomiting blood and retreating violently, they also looked back. They escaped, the black robe **** master, but was hit by Ye Chen into the depths of the lake.

"Boom——!"

At this moment, the lake exploded, the peaks collapsed, and the black-robed **** lord broke through the mountain with a sword.

The dark blood transforming sword in his hand sounded steadily, bursting with a dim black light, and enveloped the black robe **** master. It was a peerless Heavenly Treasure, only half a step away from the Divine Treasure. It was made by the real immortal Ling Xiao and forged with extremely rare mithril from the blood of the demon. According to legend, it was the blood of the demon and demon sprinkled on the mountains. Go up, evolve into raw steel, and after smelting into a weapon, it is extremely powerful, extremely sharp, with a trace of the power of gods and demons, which can hurt harmony!

But at this moment, the black robe **** master is also in a panic. His black robe is torn and scattered, revealing a armor with a metallic luster inside. Without this layer of mysterious armor protection, he would have been smashed into meatloaf by Ye Chen.

"My surname is Ye, you and I will never die!"

The Lord looked around and saw the tragic situation of the Holy Land of Lingxiao, roaring to the sky, filled with endless killing and murderous aura. His breath rose sharply, breaking through the middle stage of Yuan Ying and directly entering the latter stage of Yuan Ying.

Everyone felt that the sky was like a round of black sun hanging in the air, full of endless oppression and shock.

"Come again!"

Ye Chen shouted and beckoned, and another mountain peak was photographed from a distance. He picked up the mountain and smashed it at the **** master in the air. At this moment, the black robe **** master truly showed the horror cultivation base of the late Nascent Soul. The blood-melting sword in his hand was vertical and horizontal, and the blade was lingering, tearing the sky apart, cutting it out with a blood-red match, and directly put Ye Chen in his hand. Ten thousand feet of mountains are chopped.

"Boom boom boom!"

Ye Chen continuously used his supreme mana to attract seven or eight peaks, all of which were slashed by the black robe **** master. He simply took out the Heavenly Treasure, and fought with the Heavenly Treasure that he had snatched from the Heavenly Monarch and the Black Robe Divine Lord.

But the blood-changing sword in the hands of the black robe **** master is worthy of a peerless heavenly treasure, so sharp that it is unimaginable.

"Clang clang clang--!"

After several collisions, all the Tianbao in Ye Chen's hand was shattered, and even the Broken Army Sword he built by himself screamed, suffered heavy injuries, and wailed.

"My surnamed Ye, my sacred sword was made by my ancestors personally. The entire galaxy, no one can beat you, I will be able to kill you!"

The black robe **** master laughed wildly. He held the blood transforming sword and pulled out **** knife marks in the void. Those knife marks were twisted and rotated, but they didn't disappear, but just like the essence, blooming with evil light, weird.

"Really."

Ye Chen snorted coldly, and simply abandoned Tianbao, pulling out his fist frame with both hands, like a crane dancing in the sky, like a Penglong pillar, like a full bow and a big string, like a lotus blooming. The bright golden light burst out from Ye Chen's fist, smashing the void with one punch, and colliding with the blood transforming sword.

"Bang--!"

For the first time, the Black Robe Lord was forced to retreat.

He stared at Ye Chen's hands in horror, and saw that Ye Chen's palm hardly touched the blood-melting black knife, but he was not injured. He couldn't help being shocked: "What kind of fist is yours, how can you carry my magic sword with your body!"

"Dead!"

In Ye Chen's pair of golden pupils, the murderous aura was lingering.

He smashed the void with both fists, bursting out endless golden fist wheels. The Divine Fist of the Underworld was urged to its peak by Ye Chen. This is the fist of the Underworld King, relying on the cosmos. At this moment, it has been half a step Tianjun’s cultivation base that Ye Chen can show a trace of power, but it is also terrifying. Extreme.

"Boom——!"

At that moment, the laws of the heavens wailed under the golden fist wheel.

The void was cracked by Ye Chen's fists. The black robe god's master was not as good as Ye Chen. Now he is hard to resist the underworld **** fist, and it can't hold it.

"Boom boom boom——!"

After counting the punches, even the dark face of the Blood-Transforming Divine Sword uttered a buzzing whine, and it seemed that he couldn't bear Ye Chen's fist.

"Impossible, how can your fist be harder than my sword?"

The black robe **** master can't imagine that the blood transforming sword is known to hurt Hedao. Could it be that Ye Chen's body has been condensed to the level of Hedao power? Then he should have crushed all sentient beings with one palm and swept all enemies. Why should he fight with them?