The City’s Strongest Immortal Emperor Chapter 998: The death of a true fairy
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"Ye Chen, do you really want to kill them all?"
The true immortal Ling Xiao stared and shouted: "You know, I am a co-Tao. A co-Tao incarnates thousands of people. If a thought is immortal, it will never die. Unless you can kill all my avatars of thoughts at the same time, otherwise I will come back someday and take revenge on you."
The reason why Hedao is called a true immortal is that when you reach this realm, your divine consciousness can be divided into countless numbers, all over the world. If you can't kill all the thoughts of a Hedao, you can't say to kill the Hedao. It may be thousands of years or even tens of thousands of years later that the Hedao can grow up and make a comeback.
It is precisely because Hedao is so difficult to kill, so once you have cultivated into Hedao, you can be called a true immortal. Even in the face of Xianzong, you are only in awe, not really without a trace of resistance.
Even in the central galaxy world, Hedao is the overlord of one party, not to mention the overlord of the vassals in the border areas of the universe. There is almost nothing that can threaten.
Some are in harmony, more incarnate the creation gods of certain races, the supreme gods, enjoying endless incense. Only when you step into the realm of Hedao can you say that there is a trace of real longevity. In the eyes of some people, it can be regarded as a ticket to enter the big game of the universe.
"An ant is common."
Ye Chen's eyes are neither happy nor sad, just speaking lightly, his palms continue to be pressed down.
"The gun is coming!"
Ling Xiao is really anxious, and he directly sacrificed his condensed quasi-immortal treasure, a nether gun, which is as long as ten thousandths, shining with black gold on it, with the sound of ghost crying and wolf howling of the nether hell, and the hair is vomiting powerful Even the emptiness is torn apart.
"This is Zhunxianbao Nether."
There was a monk from the Milky Way, and he called out secretly.
The quasi-xian treasure Nether, is the sacred weapon of the sacred land of Lingxiao, and the weapon used by the real fairy of Lingxiao in the past, once fought with the real fairy of Lingxiao and abandoned the star field, and even fought against the outside world. It is a true legend. .
After the real immortal of Ling Xiao sat down, this gun was buried in the deepest part of the Holy Land of Ling Xiao, accompanied by the son of Ling Xiao. It is said that although it is not a real Immortal Treasure, it still has ninety percent power of Immortal Treasure, which is far from comparable to other Quasi Immortal Treasures. Once awakened, it can shake the Sun and Moon Void and send a full blow to the True Immortal.
This is also the reason why other forces, no matter how strong they are, still respect the Holy Land of Lingxiao.
"Get up!"
Ling Xiao Zhenxian drank again. Under his feet, there was an extremely large, countless black and cyan patterns intertwined, as if the pattern of **** ghosts spreading to the void in all directions, and finally enveloped thousands of miles and turned into a three-dimensional array. Figure. The mighty sacred aura revived from the formation, as if an ancient divine residence had descended into this world.
This is the Zhenshan God Formation in the Holy Land of Lingxiao.
"Open it to me!"
Ling Xiao Zhenxian roared wildly, holding the Quasi-Xianbao Nether, and stepping on the Lingxiao Holy Land Divine Array, the billion-meter-high divine body in the middle burst out endless gloom.
In the end, all the rays of light converged on the tip of the sharp gun in the palm. The light of the gun tip was fluctuating, extremely hot, directly piercing the void, not knowing how many worlds it had penetrated, so sharp that even if it was separated by hundreds of thousands of miles, it felt like his soul was split.
"Huh!"
The true immortal Ling Xiao held a spear and fought to kill Xiang Ye Chen with one blow.
This is really the most powerful blow in his life. In order to burst out his full power, the real immortal Ling Xiao even disregarded that the divine son of Ling Xiao couldn't bear it. The eyes and nose and other facial features were bleeding, and the body almost was horrified. Dao strength burst, and he didn't care at all, just hit Ye Chen with a spear.
Even if you don't use the power of Huangquan Shenzie, this spear is a real and tangible blow, enough to shoot down the moon in the sky with one spear.
Any monk who saw this spear had a pale face, bowed his head and closed his eyes, and did not dare to face it, feeling that the deepest part of his soul was penetrated. At the same time, True Immortal Ling Xiao even squeezed his palm, with a cruel smile on his face, he must first squeeze the soul of Qingchuan Ying and burn with Ye Chen and jade.
But in the eyes of Ye Chen, who is using the power of Xuanchen Immortal Emperor, Ling Xiao Zhenxian's resistance is like the worm that shakes the big tree, ridiculous and irresponsible.
"Swish——!"
Ye Chen didn't use any mana, Qingchuan Ying had already fallen into his left palm, and he flipped over his right palm and snapped it down.
"Boom——!"
Following Ye Chen's palm, the tens of thousands of miles in the void was slapped into a thin layer by Ye Chen's palm. It's as if the original three-dimensional world has become a thin piece of paper.
Whether it is stars, vegetation, mountains, rivers, asteroids, or the real fairy Lingxiao standing in them, as well as the quasi-xianbao ghost spear in his hand, Ye Chen's palm is slapped into thin paper at this moment.
"No, no, no!"
In the end, the real immortal Ling Xiao yelled unwillingly, he tried to escape from the soul and escaped. But the entire space, and even time, was imprisoned by Ye Chen. Immortal Emperor Xuan Chen's power is too strong, even if Ye Chen has only one ten-thousandth of the power of the immortal soul, but wanting to shoot a pseudo-combined way to death, it is simply too easy.
"Patter--!"
After Ye Chen's palm, True Immortal Ling Xiao, together with the fake artifact in his palm, and the **** array under his feet, collapsed at the same time. Even the soul was annihilated by the ashes shot by Ye Chen. There was no surplus, all turned into Flying smoke.
At the same time, in the wild depths of a certain planet in the Milky Way, in an ancient temple...
A group of people who are dressed in ancient clothes and look like barbarians are performing some kind of mysterious ceremony.
They murmured words that no one could understand. The elder in front roared and ordered his men to lift up a pair of men and women, put them on the altar in front of them, and lift up the stone daggers in their hands. Blood stains.
But at this moment, the idol in the middle of the temple suddenly opened his eyes, with a frightened expression, and wanted to yell, but it was too late.
The statue of the **** of a height of ten feet high exploded violently, shattering every inch, as if it had been smashed into pieces by an invisible palm, without a trace of it remaining.
If someone is there, you will be surprised to find that the idol looks similar to the real fairy Ling Xiao.
Not only on this star, on various other planets, and even a small star outside the abandoned star field, at the same time, hundreds of idols collapsed or monks suddenly burst into pieces. Ye Chen's palm not only blasted and killed True Immortal Ling Xiao's true body, but also wiped out all other thoughts in the universe together, and a generation of true immortals fell.
He Dao can be cloned into a hundred thoughts, but it is killed by a palm. This is the overbearing of the immortal emperor!
At that moment, all the monks who witnessed this scene felt that they were as weak as a mortal facing the divine residence, so weak and as small as dust.
Even the stars are fragile in Ye Chen's palm. In the entire solar system, the silence is extremely quiet, only Ye Chen's primordial spirit, standing proudly on it, as if the Nine Heavens Immortal King descended on a mortal, that Ye Ye was brilliant, unmatched!