The City’s Strongest Immortal Emperor

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The strength of this volatility is that the real monarch is coming, and it will also change color. Ye Chen believed that it exploded with all its strength, and it was completely enough to level Nanhua City off the ground.

"call--!"

Ye Chen quickly withdrew Zhenyuan, Xiaguang converged, the roar gradually disappeared, and Duan Jianxun returned to the dull and dull appearance again.

"This turned out to be a celestial treasure, no, to be exact, it was part of the celestial treasure at that time, and its power can only be counted as a celestial treasure. It was beaten by strong enemies in two halves, and even the spirit of the organ was destroyed. But it was still extremely powerful and far away. The pure blue glazed ruyi bead in my hand is worthy of the sword of Emperor Xuanyuan."

Above the spiritual treasure, it is the fairy treasure, and above the fairy treasure, it is the heavenly treasure. Generally speaking, even if it is a true fairy together, it may not be able to sacrifice. From the familiar breath on the broken sword and the blood stains, Ye Chen has actually guessed. The master of this broken sword should be Emperor Xuanyuan.

"With the sword of Emperor Xuanyuan that cut off the sky and divides the strength of the galaxy, who can interrupt his sword? Even let the inner spirits be destroyed. Is it the **** who is under the blood curse?"

Ye Chen's eyes narrowed slightly, and he knew clearly that Xuanyuan Emperor might be more and more fierce.

"You can rest assured that I won't let you be dusted in this corner again. I will take you and cut off the head of the black hand behind the scenes in person to pay homage to the emperor Xuanyuan and the Chinese ancestors."

Ye Chen snapped the sword, whispering softly.

The Tianbao Broken Sword, made of emperor fine gold all over the body, was quiet and silent. After losing the organ spirit, it has been completely reduced to a weapon. There is no way for Zhenjun’s cultivation to even drive it. But Ye Chen could feel that Duan Jian was beating a little, seeming to be in harmony.

In the forbidden area, Ye Chen found several ancient spirit treasures.

The power of these Lingbao is still there, but the younger generation of the Chinese lost their tactics and could not be urged. After being re-washed by Ye Chen, they gave the strongest elders in the temple, especially the elder Hua Qianling.

Next, the True Ruler Ceremony is finally beginning...

The day the ceremony opened, the entire Nanhua City was full of people. Hundreds of thousands of ethnic Chinese were standing shoulder to shoulder, above the sky, flying boats covered the sky. There are countless escapes, like rain falling. Ning Dan monk, which is rare in ordinary times, is everywhere, and the crown is like a cloud.

"Elder Beimingzong, come to congratulate Ye Zhenjun, and obey the true power of the king!"

"Qinghai Jianmen Zidian Jianjun, please visit Ye Zhenjun and apologize for the absurdity of his wife!"

"The special envoy of the demon clan, specially presented thirty thousand spirit stones, the balloon Ye Zhenjun raised his hand high and let us go!"

"..."

Not only the major denominations of the North Peninsula, people of many races and Xiuxian families, but also the ancestral families from the three major peninsulas in the southeast and west, came to observe the ceremony.

"A lot of people."

Qiu Ling'er turned around and looked surprised, with a surprised expression on his face.

"There is not necessarily a true monarch born in the centuries of cultivation, and what's more, this new true monarch was shocked. It was not until the age of one hundred that he became a middle-aged man and became one of the world's giants. Everyone will naturally try to win him over."

Xue Mengning said lightly that she was dressed in black and her silk was like a waterfall. Her appearance was colder than before, like an everlasting iceberg. Apart from Qiu Ling'er and Su Rushuang, no one dared to approach her within three feet.

Xue Mengning raised his head and saw many familiar people, such as Lin Guangling, Qingmei Fairy and so on... These are the outstanding characters of the younger generation. The Chinese held the ceremony of the true monarchs, which is the importance of the famous sects, but it is not easy to send elders from the clan to appear too attached, so Xue Mengning and other juniors came to congratulate them.

But Xue Mengning was inexplicable in her heart. She thought that Tianjiao was competing for the hero, and she could have a place. As a result, a leaf dust came out and swept Tianjiao. Another Ye Zhenjun emerged, even cutting out the strong wits, which made his peers dim.

"You don't want to be too far away from me. The people who can come to the ceremony are all strong people of various races. Some people, even me, dare not easily provoke."

Xue Mengning asked lightly.

The two women nodded one after another. Nowadays, Jindan gathers on the square, and even Zhuqiao Zhenjun has come a few. Xue Mengning was only in the middle, and anyone here could crush them with their fingers raised.

At this moment, a sudden sound of mountain tsunami came, and the protagonist of the ceremony appeared.

As soon as the three daughters of Meng Xuening looked up, they saw that the gate of the Ling Temple was pushed open. A young man wearing a black dragon pattern and running with black hair and black pupils stepped in. The youth's appearance can only be said to be beautiful, but Gu Panshengwei was beside Also accompanied by a beautiful and beautiful girl in green clothes.

"How could it be him?"

At the moment of seeing the youth, the three women were stunned at the same time. Su Rushuang and Qiu Ling'er were suddenly full of joy, while Xue Mengning was full of horror, like ghosts and ghosts.

In fact, not only them, when Ye Chen appeared, everyone who knew him was stunned.

Isn't that the true prince of the new Chinese ethnic group who is surrounded by many elders, stands in the center of the tens of thousands of people to enjoy the glory, and is worshipped by countless rites?

"It's impossible, Ye Chen should have been killed by Wang Ting's three guards!"

Xue Mengning body shocked, she did not want to believe, but Ye Chen stood on the top of the Ling Temple with his back on his hands, accepting tens of thousands of people to worship, and his appearance was generally the same as before.

"He didn't die? That's the Wang Ting San Wei, enough to crush a famous ancestor and destroy the super power of the strong family."

The fairy Qingmei whispered her head, while Lin Guangling clenched her fists fiercely, and saw fierce eyes.

He still remembers how Ye Chen patted them on the ground and trampled the dignity of Tianjiao. Just looking at the majestic Ye Chen, Lin Guangling suddenly mourned.

One is a younger monk who has just entered Jindan, and the other is a current giant in the middle of the world. The gap between the two has not narrowed, but has widened.

As for Qiu Ling'er and Su Rushuang, apart from the surprise, they could not help but pinch themselves to see if they were dreaming.

"Sister Mu, am I right? That... Is that Senior Ye?"

Qiu Linger opened his mouth and lip red and stuttered.

"You read it right. Ye Zhenjun of the Chinese ethnic group is the senior Ye we know." Su Rushuang said softly. Her eyes were flowing, like clouds and smoke, and her eyes were full of complexity and joy.

Ye Chen's appearance shocked many old people. But more people marveled at Ye Chen's youth. Although stepping into the Ningdan realm, you can stay forever and see no age, but that kind of vitality can't be concealed.

Anyone who sees Ye Chen can feel that he is very young, his life is full of breath, his blood is rolling like sea. It is at the pinnacle of a lifetime and has just begun.

"Hey, a current giant under the age of 100, with his talents, can break the shackles of the blood of the Chinese, and in the future may be expected to enter the late stage of the Qiao, or even a glimpse of Yuanying Tianjun."

Some Jindan ancestors sighed.

"Huh, Tianjun's way, how difficult? Even the ancestral ancestors of the Seven Great Profound Gates were not necessarily cultivated, but Yinan was a great talent for the king, Sanpin Jindan, and he was far from Tianjun."

Others retorted sourly.

Everyone nodded, Yuanying Tianjun, that was the beginning of longevity, even the Seven Great Profound Gates may not necessarily be owned. How can a Chinese ethnic group have it?

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