The City’s Strongest Immortal Emperor

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"Wow--!"

I saw a man in Tsing Yi, wandering up the top of Henglan Mountain, and a cold voice came from a distance in the sky: "If you please invite Ye Daoyou, go up to the top of the mountain."

Countless gazes instantly gathered on Ye Chen on the riverside.

Including the Heavenless Buddha and others, they all looked cold. Ye Chen even slashed the ancestral giant. Wu Tianfo and others wished to make Ye Chen stunned.

"teacher."

At this juncture, Lin Qiqi finally couldn't stop worrying, and looked pale.

"Relax, and look at your master, how can one hand convince the ancient Zongmen."

Ye Chen laughed, cloud sleeves rolled.

Bang!

A water dragon rose from the Canglan River, Ye Chen stepped on the faucet and swayed straight up. The surging water of the Canglan River finally turned into a sky-high water column, which was ten thousand meters high.

Ye Chen stepped on it and climbed all the way to the top of Henglan Mountain.

People who saw this scene all had their pupils shrunk. It was the Seven Great Profound Doormen, who also frowned slightly. Although they haven't seen Ye Chen's shot, the Taoist skill of lifting the weight with this hand alone means that Ye Chen has the ability to sit on equal foot with them.

"When did Huaxia come out with such a pervert, so young and amazingly powerful."

Mrs. Ku Wen was astonished. She was wearing an ancient alchemist gown, a crowned belt, and stepped on the sky of the dragon. In her eyes, there seemed to be heavy pupils shining, strange and abnormal.

I just don’t know if she knew that her husband also died in Ye Chen’s hands, would it be so calm?

"No matter how strong he is, he is not the opponent who asked the old ancestor of the sword." Fairy Guanyun said lightly.

"That's natural. Asking the ancestor of the sword has been invincible to the ancient sect gate since three thousand years ago. After three thousand years, it is the old monk, and he can't see the depth of the Taoist master." Wu Tian Buddha holding a rosary, said with a low eyebrow.

Lin Jiu'er and Sister Lu's family under the mountain all looked up and worried.

This dazzling three thousand years of World War I will eventually open, but few people have confidence in Ye Chen. Lin Qiqi only prayed that Ye Chen would not die.

"Boom--!"

On the top of the Henglan Mountain, there is a full circle, Ye Chen stepped on it, as if stepping on a steel plate, there was a crisp metal symphony.

At this time, there was only one Tsing Yi man on the top of the mountain, standing with his back to Ye Chen. Although he is only more than one meter tall, the breath of the whole person is connected with the peak of his feet. It stands like a peerless mountain.

Just ask the ancestor of the sword.

"Ye Chen, you shouldn't be here."

Asked the sword ancestor standing in front of the mountain, he said lightly:

"Thousands of years, there are 13 people who duel with me. Only three of them survived, and the remaining ten have all died. No matter how many great names they have in front of them, they have long since disappeared. There are very few. You are still young, and if one hundred years later, you should be qualified to climb this mountain and be my opponent."

"Really?"

Ye Chen was unsure.

"You have committed me to the sect, there are only two ways to choose, either enter my ancient sword gate, plant the gods and spirits forbidden, never betrayal. Or die!" Asked the sword ancestor said calmly, just like the **** is deciding to die in all life.

"On your own, you are not qualified."

Ye Chen smiled contemptuously.

"Stubbornness."

Asked the old ancestor of the sword, he snorted softly, and the tone was always Gujing Wubo: "In this case, you even killed me three swords of the ancient sword gate, according to the law!"

After talking, asked the old ancestor of the sword to turn his head officially.

"Oh--!"

In the void, it seemed to hit two lightning bolts. It is almost impossible to describe the appearance of Jian Patriarch in words. His face is very ordinary, but his eyes are sharp as a sword.

The air was cut open by his eyes, and a murmur made.

Asked that the ancestor of the sword did not use a trace of power. It was purely that the sword in the god's soul was accidentally released, causing such a spectacle. It can be seen how strong he is, how powerful he is.

"Three thousand years, no one has dared to talk to me like this. You are the first. I will leave you whole."

Asked the ancestor of the sword fluttering, Jianguang became more and more prosperous in his eyes. An overwhelming momentum surged up and down from him, and the Sect Master Lei quickly reached the unimaginable level, filling the world.

Throughout the top of Henglan Mountain, even the air condensed.

The vitality around him is even a trace of no flow. Ask the old ancestor of the sword to stand there. This hundred square feet is like his field, and any power is controlled by him. When the true monarch is here, he will be horrified that he cannot guide the world and the vitality at all, as if he was shot down from the realm of heaven and man.

Take control!

Legend has it that the monk Yuanying could control the world with a single thought. Q. Although the old ancestor Jian did not reach this level, he also felt Yuan Ying's trace. Not a real field, but a pseudo field.

Seeing this scene, most of the true monarchs are still puzzled.

But the Heavenless Buddha and others, but their faces are solid. They are all true monarch peaks, very close to Yuanying, and naturally know what this represents.

"In the legend, Heavenly Kings and Immortals all have realms. Standing in the realms, there is no way to invade and all enemies will not be broken. Unexpectedly, the sword master has come to this step, and the old monk is willing to worship the wind."

No heaven Buddha sighed.

Fairy Guanyun smiled faintly and looked at Ye Chen as if he were dead. Basically weaker than the ancestor of the sword, once it falls into this pseudo realm, it is basically involuntary.

But the scene that surprised her came into being. I saw Ye Chen blowing like a breeze, uncontrollable. Instead, she smiled contemptuously: "You can bear this?"

"Ok?"

Asked Jian Patriarch's calm and calm face, a trace of suspense finally appeared.

He didn't seem to think that Ye Chen broke away from his control so easily. But I don't know, if it was before the retreat, facing this mighty power, Ye Chen could only break through with force. But now, even Yuanying is close, and they may not be able to trap Ye Chen.

But after asking the ancestor of the sword to be the first person of the ancient Zongmen, he did not panic.

"Boom--!"

The originally frozen vitality, at this time, seemed to turn into steel, and it instantly condensed into a mass. If before, the top of the Henglan Mountain was under the water and the action was difficult, then now it is the deepest part of the seabed. The pressure is so amazing that it is a steel plate that will be pressed into pieces of paper.

Fairy Guanyun's eyes were cold.

Knowing to ask the ancestor of the sword, he finally tried his best. If the ordinary true monarch is here, I am afraid that it will be directly pressed into a meat patty by this terrifying world, and even the body of the true monarch is crisp as thin paper.

However, Ye Chen's face did not change color, and he pointed like a knife, struck in the air.

"broken!"

"Oh--!"

The tide of vitality was split in half directly in front of Ye Chen. The whole sky suddenly sounded thunderous thunder, a pair of wonders appeared in front of everyone.

I saw Ye Chen as the center, a white line emerged, spanning hundreds of feet. On both sides of the white line, the tide of vitality, visible to the naked eye, roared like a waterfall, and madly poured into the middle.

Asked Jian Patriarch's complexion.

Ye Chen's finger, seemingly weak, just happened to be at the base of his pseudo realm. The whole area was gradually developed with the base point as the center. Like the core of the formation, the base point was broken, and the area was suddenly collapsed.

"Good!"

At this time, even if I asked the ancestor of the sword, my heart would not be angry. He looked at Ye Chen coldly, his eyes staring at Jian Mang coldly: "Ye Chen, it seems that I looked down on you before. Just, let me take a look, I'm on the real power of the ancient Zongmen!"

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