The City’s Strongest Immortal Emperor Chapter 984: Ling Xiao Shenzi
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The sound is very flat, it only spreads over a small part of the earth, and many people don't even hear it. From the sound alone, it can be seen that his cultivation level is not strong, far inferior to Yun Chen, Yun Ji and others, but the moment Ye Chen heard the words, his pupils shrank.
"Who? Who is babbling!"
Qingchuanying stared.
I saw a young man dressed in a gorgeous black robe like a silver dragon with star patterns, ancient solemn, solemn, and like an emperor in the world, walking with his hands on his back, surrounded by a group of primordial infants.
The robes on the youth are familiar to many people, and they are the clothes of the God Lord of the Holy Land of Lingxiao. The youth's aura is not strong either, at most the same level as the Great God Zi Yun Lan of the Golden Crowmen, not even a half-step true immortal.
"Ling Xiao God Child?"
The ancestors of Heishuimen were surprised and blurted out.
"He is the **** son of Lingxiao? The son of true immortal Lingxiao? Even the Golden Crowmen has fallen. He is a little son of true fairy, dare to provoke Ye Zhenxian?"
When everyone couldn't help laughing, Ye Chen had slowly turned his head and looked at the young man wearing the robes of the Holy Land God Lord, his expression extremely solemn.
"God Lingxiao, why is he here?"
The moment he saw the young man in black robe, the Yuan Ying monks of Tianzong such as Penglai Xianshan and Fumozong frowned. When the son of Ling Xiao was born, he had visited a few stars and took away some of his descendants. For example, the three ancestors of Heishuimen saw the fourth ancestor of Heishuimen, standing respectfully and respectfully behind the young man in the black robe.
However, what puzzles the third ancestor of Heishuimen is that their four junior brothers bowed their heads at this moment, respectful to the extreme, looking at the black robe youth more like a god.
"This is a big trouble!"
The ancestors of the Black Water Gate all trembled in their hearts.
They did everything possible to conceal the fourth ancestor's refuge in the **** son Ling Xiao. It was expected that Ye Chen was so powerful that even the true immortal Dajiao of the extraterritorial galaxy was no match for him. The **** son Ling Xiao should obediently hide in the corner of the abandoned starfield shivering, and even flee to the extraterrestrial galaxy, he would never come.
Who would have thought that he dared to jump out to provoke Ye Chen.
"It's too unwise, Ye Zhenxian is so strong in the world, how can he be challenged by a divine son?"
"Although the **** son of Lingxiao is the parent and child of the real fairy of Lingxiao, it is expected that the strongest is no more than the young master Yunchen of the Golden Crow Gate. In terms of size and strength, the Golden Crow Gate is ten times that of the Holy Land of Lingxiao, and the real fairy is also Far above the real fairy Lingxiao. Didn't he show up to die?"
"A dead end, a dead end!"
"..."
Many foreign monks shook their heads and sighed, including Tianhui Tianjun, Hao Hu, Impermanence, and others. There was no trace of respect for the former ruler of the abandoned star field in their eyes.
Now the Abandoned Star Territory has changed. Unless the real immortal Ling Xiao is resurrected, no matter how strong the **** Ling Xiao is, he will not be Ye Chen's opponent.
"Ling Xiao, hehe, he is the best one to show up, just to take a shot, to capture him, to celebrate the immortal ceremony of the true immortal."
Some people even geared up, eager to try.
Even many Xinghai cultivators shook their heads, the trivial **** child, dare to provoke Ye Chen? Didn't you see that even the millions of army, dozens of gods and generals were swept by Ye Chen alone, and did not kill less than one-tenth?
"Boy, you are looking for death, and Earth Immortal Ye Zhenxian is in front of you. You can be presumptuous?"
There is a Xinghai Sanxiu named Zhong Li, shouting. Wearing a yellow robe, he drove two black hooks that were yellow and gleaming, and shot directly at the young man in black robe.
This Zhongli is a famous sword repairman in the extraterrestrial river. He has been famous for tens of thousands of years. He is one of the best in Yuanying. Even facing the **** of Dajiao, he has the power to resist, especially his flying sword is a son and a mother. The sword, one son and one mother, paired in pairs, is a famous celestial treasure in the extraterritorial galaxy.
"Go!"
As soon as Zhong Li pinched the sword art, the son and mother's double swords turned into two tens of feet long black awns, shrouded in the misty brilliance of yellow, orange, and orange, chasing the light, and instantly shot in front of the black-robed youth.
The flying sword is very strange, the speed is extremely fast, even if some of the gods can't react, they may be attacked, the body is split, and Zhong Li is relying on this to dare to make a move, wanting to fight in front of Ye Chen impression.
"Boom——!"
Unexpectedly by Zhong Li, the pair of alphabet swords had just been shot into the black-robed young man's hundred feet, just like crashing into the thick glue, which was extremely clogged, and it was difficult to move even one point at all. There was no way to enter, hold back. Zhong Li's face was flushed, desperately driving the flying sword, without any inch of progress.
"Zhong Li, are you playing with too many women at home, the flying swords are all diarrhea, like two old donkeys, don't let it go."
A crowd of Xinghai Sanxiu laughed.
"Who said it!"
Zhong Li was so angry that his voice broke.
"Hahahahaha!" Everyone laughed again.
"Look at me!"
One of the casual cultivators walked out, and the faces of the surrounding people suddenly became slightly frozen, and even the eyes of the elders of Penglai Xianshan were slightly frozen.
This middle-aged man with a rough face, named Wudao Ke, is a well-known casual cultivator in Xinghai, with a life span of 30,000 years, and is one of the strongest people under the half-step true immortal.
Especially a martial artist who is rarely seen without swordsmen. He turned to cultivate his body and martial arts. The shadowless sword in his hand is said to be forged with meteorite iron. The blade is dark and strong enough to carry a quasi-immortal treasure. , Who specializes in breaking the true essence of immortal cultivators, is the top heaven treasure.
It is said that even the Great God Child of the Golden Crow Sect admired him extremely, and he opened his mouth to solicit, but was turned down by no swordsman, but at this time, facing Ye Chen, a true immortal with unlimited potential in the future, even he was moved to take refuge in him.
"Open it to me!"
No swordsman stepped out in one step, and instantly traversed hundreds of miles. His physical body is extremely powerful, he smashed into countless layers of space, and pulled out a black crack-like passage in the void, madly fluttering, hunting with double pupils, and the broken yuan knife in his palm, and it bloomed with incomparably splendid blades.
That knife was even enough to chase a half-step true celestial blow.
All the monks who saw the swordsman without swordsman were all moved. Many people who had overlooked Wu Xiu before had to admit it. The martial art body practiced to the extreme, with all kinds of supernatural powers, it is indeed not inferior to the great Qi refiner.
But without a swordsman, he lost even worse than Zhong Li.
"Crack--!"
I only saw that the black-robed young man raised his hand at will and pointed it out gently.
The finger was an understatement, without a trace of firework, and without the slightest magical powers, so it was pointed on the Po Yuan Knife. Immediately afterwards, the incomparably strong, forged from meteorite iron, the shadowless knife that chased the immortal treasure, broke from the tip of the knife inch by inch, and the five-foot-long blade was more thoroughly broken than glass.
While no swordsman has tempered for 30,000 years, the body, which is claimed to be comparable to the quasi-xianbao, is like an egg hit by an iron hammer. It shatters together and explodes into a cloud of blood. The soul brings the soul Did not escape, completely shattered.
"Hiss——!"
At that moment, everyone took a breath.