"Roar!"

A dragon chant came, coming from the mouth of the emperor, and I saw a golden dragon vision surging up behind him, hundreds of zhang huge, lifelike, as if resurrected, straight into the sky.

"Long live the Emperor, long live!"

In the city of God, everyone bowed and worshipped, and they were uniform.

Tens of millions of people appeared, and on the streets, on the rooftops, in the attics of countless wine shops, and in low-altitude flights, densely packed, layer after layer of people knelt on the ground, and the scene was spectacular.

In a corner somewhere, a girl with skin like clotted fat and a fairy in the fairy world, she was surrounded by a veil, and she could only see half of her face clearly, but it did not make people doubt at all that the face under this veil was so captivating.

The girl is a Kyushu God Pilgrim Girl, and she happened to be in the Divine City of the Flying Immortal God Dynasty today, but she didn't expect to witness this scene.

"The Emperor of the Flying Immortal God Dynasty, is he finally about to take that step?" The pretty face of the Kyushu Holy Maiden was full of shock.

On the side of the Kyushu Holy Maiden, there is an ethereal old man, he seems to be standing in the void, his figure is virtual and real, this is a late Yuan infant worship, the protector of the Kyushu Holy Maiden, equivalent to Zhong Jiuli Yu Huangfu Haoyue.

"Most of his body has stepped in, but he has not yet fully sanctified, if nothing else, within a hundred years, the Emperor of the Flying Immortal God Dynasty can enter the realm of distraction and rank as a saint!" The old man's face was extremely solemn, and a trace of jealousy flashed in his pupils.

"100 Years ......"

At the same time, a dense building flows, and the inside is auspicious, and the outside world cannot see the true face clearly.

The Holy Son of the Great Xia Divine Dynasty and the Holy Son of the Flying Immortal Divine Dynasty stood side by side, and behind them stood their respective protectors.

The two raised their heads and looked at the situation at the top of the Divine City, the Great Xia Holy Son's face was strange, and the Flying Immortal Holy Son's face was gloomy and scary, because his father was forced to reveal his holy might.

"Brother Huangfu, do you know what is the origin of this son, who dares to ignore the majesty of the Flying Immortal Divine Dynasty?" the Great Xia Holy Son suddenly asked.

"I don't know!"

Huangfu Haotian replied irritably.

The Great Xia Holy Son smiled slightly, didn't ask any more, and continued to pay attention to the battle in the sky.

And at this time, the emperor's body, the holy power of the flesh is surging, as if an ancient saint is resurrected, it is rumored that a drop of ordinary saint blood can kill the peak of the late stage of Jindan, and a drop of saint essence blood can kill the Yuan Baby!

It can be seen from this that there is a big gap between the saints of the distraction realm and the power of the primordial infancy.

Further for immortals, take a step back for mortals!

This sentence is not only suitable for mortals and immortal cultivators, but also for the gap between Yuan Ying and saints, which cannot be crossed.

"Kill!"

The blood in the imperial body was boiling, and his physical body had become holy in half a step, and there was already a small part of the blood, which had been transformed into holy blood, otherwise he would not be able to bloom a wisp of holy power.

But this kind of holy blood will definitely not be too much, only a dozen drops!

"Boom!"

The emperor attacked, like a rhinoceros armored car, crushing everything, he punched out, without using any magic weapons, he actually wanted to confront Ye Cheng's physical body.

The duel between the monks is rarely hard with the physical body, and most of them are duels between magic weapons, or supernatural powers, magic circles, and runes, and the physical body is very rare.

"The emperor's flesh body is holy, if it is a single round of flesh, no one is his opponent!" beside the Kyushu Holy Maiden, the old man whose shadow was hidden in the void spoke.

The Holy Maiden of Kyushu frowned slightly, and said: "That young man has a flying sword, and a sword spirit is born in it, which can cut off half of the holy body, he shouldn't kill like this, don't use that flying sword, right?"

"Hehe, young man, I don't think so, this son has three thousand years of cultivation, but his appearance is not old!" The old man shook his head slightly, thinking that Ye Cheng could not really be as young as his appearance.

In the other attic, the air flickered.

"My Father will prevail!"

Huangfu Haotian said proudly.

"This is natural, the Flying Immortal Emperor Lord has a half-saint cultivation, and the saint is born in the flesh, this son can't be an opponent!" the Great Xia Emperor nodded, not doubting Haofu's words.

At this time, the top of the Divine City.

The emperor has already attacked, and he is less than ten zhang away from Ye Cheng.

For a person of their rank, such a distance made no difference from being next to each other.

Ye Cheng was not afraid, he tempered his physical body with the essence blood of the Demon Emperor Heavenly Emperor, and pushed the Heavenly Emperor's Dao body into the Yuanying Advancement, if it was against the complete saint body, he would naturally be invincible.

But the emperor is just a half-step saint, so what about the sanctification of the body?

The emperor attacked with a punch, Ye Cheng did not dodge or dodge, and also responded with his fist.

"Poof!"

"Click!"

Two sounds came one after another, the bones in Ye Cheng's body were crystal like jade, indestructible, a punch was direct, he was unharmed, just took half a step back, but the emperor flew out upside down, his fist exploded, and broken bones and flesh flew sideways.

"How can this be ......"

Everyone was stunned, the originally boiling Divine City suddenly became extremely quiet, the atmosphere was extremely strange, and everyone felt chills.

"Is this young man also a saint-level physical body?"

The beautiful eyes of the Kyushu saint were round, and her delicate body stiffened in place.

Beside her, the old man hidden in the void had his pupils shrinking suddenly, and he said in disbelief: "He...... He...... He has no reason!"

In the other attic, the Great Xia Holy Son's chin was almost hanging on the ground, staring blankly at everything in front of him.

The Flying Immortal Emperor, Emperor Fu Haotian, opened his mouth wide, couldn't say a word, his brain was buzzing, and he almost lost his ability to think.

"Ahh

The emperor roared angrily, and directly burned the saint-level essence blood in his body, one drop, two drops, three drops......

Three drops of saint-level essence blood were ignited, and there were only a dozen drops of saint-level essence blood in the emperor's body, which he had accumulated over hundreds of years, but at this time, he burned three drops in one go, and his hatred for Ye Cheng had reached the bone marrow and was indelible.

The saint-level essence blood was burned, and the appearance of the emperor was changing rapidly, the original him, he looked like twenty-seven or eight, after the three drops of saint-level essence blood were burned, the emperor's face was more than ten years old, and he was no longer the white-clothed Shengxue, a god-like youth.

"Kill!"

The emperor struck again, his fist was shining, where he fell, he had to get up, he was ready to fight Ye Cheng again.

"Poof!"

"Click!"

The two fists collided together, and this scene seemed familiar.

Only this time Ye Cheng took two steps back, and the emperor flew out upside down again, the same fist exploded, and broken bones and flesh flew sideways.

"This ......"

Everyone looked at each other, suffocated for a while, and didn't know how to evaluate it.

"Hey, Burning Saint-level Essence Blood, None of them are this person's opponents, where the hell did the monster come out!"

The old man beside the Holy Maiden of Kyushu gasped.

"If I don't kill you today, what face do I have to be the emperor of the Flying Immortal God Dynasty?"

The emperor drank violently, his forehead was bulging, his eyes were about to split, and his voice was full of coldness.

"Whew!"

This time, the emperor was completely freed, and the remaining ten drops of saint-level essence blood burned at the same time, and the emperor rushed over, still by the same means, with a thunderous punch, like an ancient saint revived.

Ten drops of saint-level essence blood were burned, and this blow was enough to rival the resurrection of an ancient saint, and he shot it personally!

Ye Cheng's face became solemn, but he did not retreat, this is related to the dignity of the Heavenly Emperor.

"Even if the ancient great sage recovers, what if I am the Emperor of Heaven, I am invincible in the world!"

Ye Cheng roared, the mountains and rivers trembled, the avenue resonated, and he blasted out with the Heavenly Emperor Fist, gathering all the mana in his body in his fist, and success or failure in this punch.

"Boom!"

The fists of the two struck each other, like a nuclear bomb exploding, and a blazing white light burst out, centered on the fists of the two, dazzling, making everyone unable to open their eyes, as if the Super Shinra Tensei in the Japanese manga Hokage!

"Ah, my eyes I, I can't see!"

Many shouted in horror, and this brilliant light blinded the eyes of many monks.

After a punch, the whole world is silent!

The light gradually disappeared, and below the battle between the two, nearly one-tenth of the Divine City, with a range of more than a hundred miles, was directly wiped out, and it was a red land.

Ye Chengcheng stood there with his hands in his hands, his face was slightly pale, his qi and blood were tumbling violently, and his heart was pounding.

Comparable to the blow of an ancient saint, Ye Cheng mobilized all the mana in his body and finally carried it, but he couldn't make any more moves, and this punch consumed all of Ye Cheng's mana.

The emperor had a disheveled head, sunken hip bones, only skin and bones left in his eye sockets, and he could no longer see his handsome lava, like a ninety-year-old old man, with irrepressible tears in his eyes.

"I'm defeated......"

The emperor whispered, tears flowed, full of vicissitudes and sadness, as if the sun was far away, and everything was about to end.

"I am a dignified lord, a monk in the late Yuan Infant period, who has been cultivating for 3,800 years, killing 1,079 enemies in my life, without a single defeat, half of my body has stepped into the realm of distraction, half a step of saint, thirteen drops of holy blood condensed in my body, all the means are out, and I am still defeated......"

The emperor said softly, his pupils were empty, and he bowed his head, endless sadness and sadness.

"O Emperor!"

Below the Divine City, countless people mourned, howling and crying, in the palace city of the Flying Immortal God Dynasty, the dense atmosphere dispersed, and many Yuan Ying worship, Jindan Jin Jiawei, knelt on the ground, all burst into tears, the emperor was defeated, and they seemed to be even more sad.

Suddenly, the Emperor's eyes flashed violently, like a demon from hell, and he shouted loudly, like thunder, which shocked everyone's hearts.

"Even if you are defeated, so what? I am the emperor, I should behead you!

"Dang!"

A burst of Buddha sound came, resounding in the Divine City, like Huang Zhong Dalu.

Wu Jin Gong appeared, flew out from the palace city, with an unrivaled momentum, automatically fell into the hands of the emperor, and gently clanged, this is a real holy soldier, not an imitation!

It was pitch black, with four blades, full of tiny lattices, unpretentious, and looked even inferior to ordinary magic weapons, but such an inconspicuous black gold mace was a real holy soldier.

"Holy soldier! It's the holy soldier Wu Jingong! The holy soldier who has been in the Flying Immortal God Dynasty for 100,000 years!"

The Divine City shook, and everyone's eyes were fiery, looking at Wu Jin.

"I originally wanted to use you in my lifetime, I wanted to be distracted, step into the realm of saints, and forge a holy soldier by myself! But today, it seems that I can't do without you!" The emperor gently stroked the black gold mace, bowed his head and muttered to himself.

The next moment, he jerked his head up.

"Slash!"

The holy soldiers recovered, just like the ancient saints, Ye Cheng was not stupid enough, with the strength of the late Jindan period, he regretted the holy soldiers.

If he is a Yuanying cultivator, he can give it a try, but the Jindan and the Distraction Realm, separated by two major realms, are not an order of magnitude at all, and rushing up at this time is tantamount to sending him to death!

"Hmph, this is the time to wait!" Ye Chengleng snorted, everything was under control.

He opened his mouth and spit out a jade gourd, which was the Gathering Spirit Lu!

Inside the Gathering Spirit Reed, there are 100 atomic bombs, which are the power of modern technology from the earth. One atomic bomb can kill the early stage of the infant, and a hundred atomic bombs explode at the same time, even if it is a monk in the distraction period, I am afraid that it will fall!

"Go!"

Ye Cheng snorted lightly and threw the Gathering Spirit Reed over, and at the same time he sank rapidly, and after landing to the ground, an earth escape technique was unfolded, and he escaped into the ground for a hundred meters in an instant.

Ye Cheng did not stop, continued to sink, he didn't know how much destructive power these hundred atomic bombs could produce after they exploded!

"If you want to escape, under the holy soldiers, all the voices are ants!"

The imperial lord sneered, and when he saw the Gathering Spirit Lu attacking, he raised his hand and the black gold gong fell, in his opinion, this was just an ordinary magic weapon, but Ye Cheng threw it out and blocked him for a moment.

"Click!"

The spirit reed exploded.

"Huh?"

A creepy aura came, and the prince frowned, almost at the same time.

"Boom!"

A hundred atomic bombs exploded at the same time, with terrifying power that could collapse a continent.

"Hurry up, this power ......"

In the Divine City, everyone felt a sense of death coming, and the premonition of the immortal cultivators was very accurate, and there was a feeling that a catastrophe was coming.

(End of chapter)