The City’s Strongest Immortal Emperor

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"Ye Tianjun is too unwise. It is two different things to fight the world and rule the world. You can destroy the Lingxiao Holy Land with brute force, but if you want to suppress the galaxy, you can only rely on it slowly. If there is a few hundred years, slowly divide each case. To attract all the ancestors, give them benefits, let them benefit, or collect them softly or hardly. This is definitely not the case today."

Elder Yuehua whispered, and Lin Xiaolei also tapped her head.

They are all famous figures of Penglai Mountain, and they control hundreds of thousands of disciples. They naturally know that they cannot rule by power. Underground disciples, with respect on the surface, but beneath the surface. The king is good-looking, and the devil is difficult to tangle with. It is so different from the world and the modern society of the earth.

Although this group of guys are self-cultivators, they are also human after all. If you are a person, there are rivers and lakes, and you have interests. No matter how strong the swordsmanship is, you can’t cut it off!

Xiao Yi frowned blamelessly. Some things should be told to Ye Chen in advance.

After all, his wise brother was young, and he didn't reach the age of thirty-five when he was a cultivator. Many worldly scholars have no knowledge. The handling of human relations was not well practiced before this stalemate broke out.

Even this time, the main hall was broadcast live to the entire galaxy. Tianjun, the Holy Land of Lingxiao, used his great power to spread the image here to every city in the heavens of the Milky Way, and turned it into a sky.

Countless monks and mortals watched in the streets.

Those elders and family ancestors with high status are sitting in the center of the Wanshi Building, enjoying tea and the beautiful maid's red sleeves, and talking and laughing.

"Ye Tianjun did a bad job. He thought he would lay Lingxiao Holy Land, and everyone would obey him. How could such a good thing? When the Lingxiao Holy Land ordered the world, wouldn't there be Changshengzong, Feixian Wuzu like Yang Fengyin?"

"Strength is strength, means are means. He wants to rule the galaxy, he is still tender."

Many true monarchs talk and laugh.

Many people don't say anything about Ye Chen, the newly rising top galaxy, but they are full of jealousy. In particular, Ye Chen was born from the Chinese ethnic group. In the eyes of many self-proclaimed noble and noble lineage children, it is like a local upstart.

"Hey, he thought he was a real fairy of Ling Xiao. Can one person crush the entire galaxy?"

A man wearing a sword, wearing a moon-white robe, and dashingly demeanor, Jin Tianxiu's sister-in-law of the Tianjun family sneered.

At this moment, in the hall.

"Hahahahaha!"

Ye Chen seemed to meet the most laughable thing between heaven and earth. He laughed loudly, laughing while holding his stomach, and almost rolled off the stage. That laughter not only spread throughout the hall, but also shook a hundred miles, so that the entire Lingxiao Holy Land was shaken up and down the mountain.

"Disobedient to you? It's up to you, too?"

Ye Chen smiled, his eyes narrowed, and the cold mans in his pupils became more and more prosperous, as if a hint of golden light gradually overflowed. Many ancestors, even with a cold heart, only felt that the soul was cold, as if resisted by a sharp weapon.

The more he laughed, the more ugly his ancestors looked.

"Ye Tianjun, what do you mean?"

In the end, the hot-tempered Jin Guo Luo Han couldn't help it any longer, and he stepped forward with a black face and asked questions.

"Noisy!"

Ye Chen's eyes flicked open.

"Uh--!"

I saw a flash of golden light in his eyes, a glimmer of golden streamer across the hall, like a flash of lightning in the sky. Jin Guo Luohan didn't even have time to react, and was directly penetrated by the streamer. The blood spurted out dozens of feet high, like a spring. His body was taken out and flew directly out of the hall entrance.

The audience was shocked in an instant, and the ancestors all had a stiff face.

After a long time, Ye Chen's long voice came: "When I speak, when is your turn to interrupt?"

At this time, in the whole hall, with Ye Chen's words, Yaque was silent, and the ancestors' faces were extremely stiff. In particular, Zhao Huaian, Sect Master Changsheng, etc., could not believe that Ye Chen dared to kill in the face of many ancestors and countless monks.

To know at this moment, the entire Milky Way, I don’t know how many monks and mortals, through the sky, to watch the scene in the temple. Ye Chen's killing of Jin Guo Luo Han was witnessed by hundreds of millions of people at the same time. Even if Lingxiao Holy Land Divine Lord is here, I am afraid there are three points to worry about.

"Boom--!"

At this time, Jin Guo Luohan's body fell outside the hall. When everyone looked closely, they saw that a weapon that seemed to be nothing but nothing but real, shining with golden light, was deeply inserted on the head of Jin Guo Luo Han, and he penetrated both his purple house and the sea of ​​knowledge. Nailed on the ground outside the temple, and the weapon's figure was gradually blurred, unable to see exactly what it was. There were several monks watching the ceremony, who were on the side, splattered with blood violently, and jumped to both sides in horror.

"Ye Tianjun, how do you... how dare you?"

A black light flew out of the corpse, and it was Jin Yuan Luo Han's Yuan infant. He was only one inch in size, shrouded in mist all over, extremely frightened, with a puzzling expression on his face. He did not believe that Ye Chen dared to kill him in public. At this moment, his eyes widened, glaring at Ye Chen, sending out bursts of exclamation.

"The ants are average." Ye Chen just waved her sleeves.

"Boom--!"

Jin Guo Luo Han's Yuan Ying was completely shattered by the sky.

Seeing this scene, all the monks, their faces changed wildly, especially the elder ancestors of the Yuan infants, and their faces were extremely blue and somber. Ye Chen destroys the human body, although serious, but it is not an unforgivable thing.

After all, when it comes to the realm of Yuanying, it is easy to change the body, and there are various secret methods of seizing the house. It is like breaking a human leg on the earth. Although it is an offence, the sin will not die.

Yuanying can be destroyed in public, this is murder! Souls are destroyed!

And he was still killing people in front of many ancestors. Some ancestors just wanted to block, but it was too late. At the moment, his face was chilling one by one, and there was a faint mana fluctuation in his body. Especially Zhao Huaian, surrounded by twenty-four rounds of the moon, eager to try, seems to pop up.

"Ye Tianjun, what do you mean?"

Ancestor Guren's complexion changed, and he asked reluctantly.

"This old bald man is not bad at speaking to this seat. This seat just wants to teach him a little. I didn't expect him to stop me even at a glance. It's too weak."

Ye Chen shook her head, seeming to be sorry, but the sarcasm in her eyes was ready to come out.

But the other ancestors all frowned, especially the elders outside the hall, almost jumping up. It was the ancestor of the Holy Buddha Temple, who had practiced 12,000 years and mastered the 36-day gang secret technique of the Holy Buddha Temple. In general, Tianjun holding Tianbao may not hurt him, and he is as famous as Youmu.

But Ye Chen actually called him too weak to withstand a blow?

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