Donghuang Daoyi's hands turned into golden dragon claws, covered with golden scales, with a terrifying dragon aura, as if there was a savage ancient beast in front of him.

"Roar!"

Donghuang Dao roared, let out bursts of dragon groans, and his pair of golden dragon claws fell, like mountains, towards Ye Cheng.

"Dang!"

Ye Cheng raised his hand to fight back, and a punch was blasted, and the palms of the two collided together, making a metallic explosion, and the surrounding void trembled, and a wave of sound swept out, making everyone's eardrums hurt slightly.

With this blow, Ye Cheng and Donghuang Daoyi retreated at the same time, this time Ye Cheng retreated twenty zhang, and Donghuang Daoyi retreated fifty zhang!

"Yes, your dragon transformation technique has been refined to Xiaocheng, but there is no need to continue fighting, you are not the opponent of this emperor!" Ye Cheng flicked his sleeve lightly and commented casually.

It is already very good that Donghuang Daoyi can practice the technique of transforming dragons to such a realm, but compared to his Heavenly Emperor Dao Body, it is still more than one level behind, if it weren't for Ye Cheng's self-styled cultivation, I'm afraid that Donghuang Daoyi's arms would have been shattered.

Ye Cheng said it lightly, everyone present was stunned, and Donghuang Daoyi frowned even more, his face was dark, and he said angrily: "I haven't decided the winner yet, how do you know that I am not your opponent?"

After saying this, Donghuang Daoyi rushed up again, this time he was extremely sublimated, the golden blood all over his body boiled, and the speed was extremely fast, and even a golden holy dragon appeared behind him!

"Kill!"

Donghuangdao drank heavily, and his face was full of tyranny.

"Hmph! Emperor Ben said, you are not an opponent, go back and cultivate for a hundred years!" Ye Cheng's face sank, and a surging fist power spread in his hands.

Ye Cheng's hand rose and fell, and a punch smashed on a pair of golden dragon claws of Donghuang Daoyi.

"Bang!"

Flesh and blood flew sideways, golden blood splashed, Donghuang Daoyi's big hands, the skin and flesh opened, the bones were shattered inch by inch, and the whole person flew out upside down.

"Holy Son!"

The faces of the people in the Taiyi Holy Land changed greatly, and more than ten saints rose to the sky and surrounded the East Emperor Road, and one of the saint kings even took out a white jade bottle, poured out a large amount of milky white spiritual liquid, and sprinkled it on the hands of the East Emperor Daoyi.

Donghuang Daoyi's hands, in a rapid recovery, almost instantaneously, were restored to their original state, crystal clear.

No one could tell that these hands had just been shattered!

"I'll try!"

Li Shizun stood up, his whole body was purple, like a lion, and there was a faint saint-level aura on his body.

"Saint-level aura, could it be that the Holy Son of the Purple Mansion is already a half-saint?" Seeing this, the others all showed shocked expressions.

Li Shizun's cultivation has not been around for less than 300 years, and he is already a semi-saint cultivator?

"No, he hasn't become a half-saint yet, but he has only touched the threshold of a half-saint!" a saint king of a certain great sect shook his head.

Li Shizun's face was cold, his eyes looked at Ye Cheng indifferently, and between his gestures, a huge 'momentum' was involved, and with a slight push of his hands, he played a vast force, approaching Ye Cheng.

Ye Cheng's face was calm, he only stretched out one hand, and raised his hand to twitch at the incoming energy.

"Bang!"

The void exploded, and pitch-black cracks appeared, and then quickly recovered, leaving only a trace of terrifying energy fluctuating in the air.

"You don't have enough to see, go back and practice for another hundred and fifty years!" Ye Cheng shook his head lightly and said so.

"You are arrogant!"

Li Shizun's forehead was bruised, and he roared loudly, and then the whole person was like a sharp arrow off the string, blasting out towards Ye Cheng with a punch.

Ye Cheng just spoke, let the East Emperor Dao go back to cultivate for a hundred years, and less than a quarter of an hour has passed, let him go back to cultivate for one hundred and fifty years? Isn't this in front of everyone, saying that he is not as good as the East Emperor Dao?

Thinking of this, the anger in Li Shizun's heart was even worse.

"You can't teach a child!"

Ye Cheng's face turned cold and he shook his head.

Then I saw him stretch out a big hand and quickly poke out, ten times faster than Li Shizun's attack, and after this big hand skyrocketed in the air, it covered the sky and slapped towards Li Shizun.

"Bang!"

Li Shizun couldn't avoid it, he was slapped by a slap, and the whole person spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his body was like a meteorite, falling rapidly, and finally with a bang, he fell into the depths of the earth, leaving a humanoid mark there.

"Ahh

Li Shizun roared angrily, and quickly crawled out from under the earth, his eyes were red, almost crazy, in front of countless people, he was slapped into the ground by Ye Cheng, it was really embarrassing!

"Can't find death?"

Ye Cheng's face sank suddenly, the corners of his mouth showed endless coldness, and he threw a punch at the oncoming Li Shizun, this punch directly pierced the void, making the sun and moon dull, and the stars trembling.

"It's not good, the Holy Son is in danger!"

Seeing this, the ancient saints of the Purple Mansion were shocked, and they all rushed forward, but unfortunately they were still a step too late, this fist fell on Li Shizun, making him crack all over, and Li Shizun completely broke off the forearm that Ye Cheng blasted out, revealing a terrifying arc, a piece of crystal white bone, and even the flesh and blood of the elbow, which was exposed outside, shocking.

"Holy Son!"

Everyone in the Purple Mansion was shocked, and no one wanted Li Shizun to have a problem.

"Quickly check the Son's body, there is no big problem!"

The dozen or so saints of the Purple Mansion were in a hurry, checking Li Shizun for a while, and one of the saints said: "It's no big deal, after the physical body recovers, just go back and recuperate for a few days!"

Hearing this, everyone in the Purple Mansion breathed a sigh of relief, but their eyes were full of cold killing intent when they looked at Ye Cheng.

Ye Cheng stood at the entrance of the Dragon Emperor's tomb with his hands behind his back, ignoring the eyes of everyone in the Purple Mansion, glanced at the Tianchi Holy Son, and asked lightly, "Do you want to challenge too?"

Tianchi Holy Son was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect Ye Cheng to ask him like this, and after a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, he shook his head slightly, and said, "Brother Donghuang and Brother Li are not your opponents, so I won't take my own humiliation." ”

Ye Cheng's face was slightly gloomy, the Tianchi Holy Son in his previous life was one of his most difficult opponents, he was extremely deep in the city, and he never did anything he was not sure of!

Tianchi Holy Son chose this way, which is very in line with his character.

"But ......"

Suddenly, Tianchi Holy Son's words changed, and he looked at Ye Cheng's eyes, full of amusement, and said: "You shouldn't, you shouldn't self-proclaim cultivation, I'm not your opponent, if the saint-level existence of the three holy lands and make a move together, I don't know if I can erase you, the reincarnated true immortal?"

"Do it!"

A saint king of the Tianchi Holy Land shouted, and all the saints of the Taiyi Holy Land and the Purple Mansion Holy Land moved at the same time, and they rushed towards Ye Cheng together, and outside the entire Dragon Emperor's tomb, the holy power was permeated.

(End of chapter)