In the Tripartite Immortal Court, among the many princes, the people who can enter the status of the Son of Heaven and win the first place of His Royal Highness are all extremely terrifying abilities and talents.

In their East Pole Immortal Court, he had seen what it meant to be cruel, and to have a thirteenth brother always with him was already the greatest blessing for his old nine, after so many years, their East Pole Heavenly Son was completely overwhelmed by them.

That kind of indescribable powerful posture is enough to make all the princes tremble and surrender, and they dare not have any disobedience, and on him, he is still burdened with the lives of many princes.

Therefore, for the Son of Heaven, he is naturally afraid in his heart, and now that the Son of Heaven is coming, it will inevitably set off a new storm, and looking at the situation of this lineup, it is completely murderous!

In his cognition, the Son of Heaven inherited the Qiyao Immortal Altar, one of the highest foundations in the Qiyao Immortal Court, which is an extremely rare title of the Immortal Altar Emperor-level prestige, and has also cultivated the Qiyao Divine Technique to the peak of perfection.

His strength is also beyond the reach of many Seven Yao Princes.

When the emperor appeared, the emperor's power roared, and the indescribable fluctuations spread between the eight desolations, and even the breath left by the demon venerable was blown away.

The sky was shrouded in light, and everyone in the audience finally knelt on the ground and said in a panicked voice: "We meet His Royal Highness the Son of Heaven, and look at His Royal Highness the Son of Heaven!"

The voice came out, forming a wave that swept through the scene, and the emperor did not say anything, and everyone did not dare to move, and their faces turned pale for a while.

And Chen Yuan, who was above the white dragon, had already looked over, and after hearing the words coming from around him, his eyes were swirling with meaningful fluctuations.

"That's you...... Have you killed all of Oniki's men?"

Finally, a faint word came from within the imperial chariot, with a lazy, sneering, and playful voice.

He had already seen Chen Yuan on the back of the white dragon, and the three girls behind him, one of them was really fresh and refined to the extreme, the petite body reflected the almond face, with a pair of beautiful eyes, and the black hair shawl was quite charming.

At the moment, his mind was stirring.

And the spread of such words also made all the Tianjiao in the audience wonder why, who is this Qiyao Heavenly Son talking to?

When they raised their heads blankly, they saw many figures above the white dragon, and they had already taken one step in unison, showing their sharp killing intent, staring coldly at the sky.

Immediately, when their hearts were shaken, they understood who the Seven Heavens had descended from!

"Actually chased people here......" Chen Luoli clenched his fists, if he didn't guess wrong, this person was the master of the eunuch's daughter.

"Brother Chen......" Wushuang also bit his lower lip.

Chen Yuan understood, so he slowly got up and looked at the imperial chariot, a cruel smile appeared in the corner of his eyes.

"This palace doesn't like to wait a little longer, I just need this woman, and I'm in trouble with Uncle Huang. The words came out again from inside the imperial chariot, and finally the man outside the chariot stepped into the air and walked towards the white dragon.

But suddenly, a heavenly moat cold light swept over, and suddenly slashed between the two, forming a spatial ravine on the spot, and there were indescribable sword qi fluctuations in it, roaring and roaring, forming a barrier!

The Third Emperor Uncle of the Qiyao Immortal Court couldn't help frowning and looked ahead, and when he saw who it was, his whole face collapsed.

"Green ...... Qinghan Sword King Immortal!"

As soon as the words came out, it was like a storm sweeping the entire venue, everyone looked up and saw a figure of sword intent Ling Tian standing on the top of the firmament, and when he walked, there was a chill pervading the air, and a sword light spread horizontally.

"Are they all old people, and they still like to bully juniors?" Qinghan Sword King Immortal said with an expressionless face, although he was deeply shocked by Chen Yuan's methods, but when he found out that Chen Yuan was the person that the Seven Yao Heavenly Son wanted to kill, he understood everything.

Perhaps the reason why Shi Shuzu took a fancy to Chen Yuan was because of this ability to push the Demon Venerable, and since he was the person named by Shi Shuzu to cover, no matter whether he would become a disciple of Zuluo Immortal Academy, at least he could not die until he expressed his attitude.

Because of Xing, Qinghan Sword King Immortal may have become Chen Yuan's junior uncle.

So, Uncle Xiao is here, who dares to touch the disciples of the Zuluo Immortal Academy?

His appearance made the Qiyao Emperor Uncle stunned in place, and there was a deep fear in his pupils, the Qinghan Sword King Immortal was the top disciple of the Zuluo Immortal Academy, and after he walked out of the Zuluo Immortal Academy, he established the Sword Pool.

The name of the sword pool, covering the eight wildernesses, the prestige of the sword king, standing for three hundred generations!

Why did he appear here at this moment, and still stop his murderous attempt?

"Sword King Immortal, is this going to compete with my Qiyao Immortal Court?" The words of the Qiyao Heavenly Son came out from the emperor again, and seeing the smell of gunpowder permeating, everyone in the audience couldn't help but feel a chill rising.

And when Chen Yuan also looked sideways, his eyebrows straightened slightly, where did this person come from?

"I'm sorry, although this young man met this sword immortal for the first time today, but this sword immortal just took a fancy to it, what can you do?" Qing Han said calmly, but there were sharp sword intent fluctuations, lingering.

Uncle Qiyao's face changed, but the emperor was silent for a moment, until there were murderous words: "The head that His Royal Highness wants to take, no one has ever dared to stay, Uncle Huang helped me stop Sanxi, and Sanqi will take this person's life!"

Rumble!

The Emperor's Gate Curtain Huo Ran erupted with terrifying power fluctuations, and the Seven Yao Heavenly Sons took the direction of Chen Yuan directly, and when the Sealed Immortal Altar in his body shook on the spot, it was rumored that the Heavenly Emperor's might was transmitted, and it was actually directly shattered the Heavenly Trench Sword Gully in an instant!

The explosion of this force, as well as the roar of Emperor Wei, caused the entire Demon Immortal Slaughterhouse to fall into boundless heavy coercion!

Everyone felt that the immortal altar in their bodies trembled and feared, and they couldn't raise any strength to resist, so they could only surrender and kneel on the ground.

The same is true of the two princes of the East Pole Immortal Court, when their faces are pale, their pupils shrink violently, is this the prestige of the Title Emperor-level Immortal Altar?

"You dare!"

Qing Han suddenly plundered, and the sword intent raged at the top of the firmament, and Uncle Qiyao could only bite the bullet when he saw this scene.

In just half a breath, the Son of Heaven of Qiyao was killed in front of the white dragon, his entire eyes reflected the terrifying power of the Qiyao Immortal Altar, and he only needed one finger to fluctuate and fall, and he could shatter Chen Yuanmei's heart.

This is the power from the Emperor-level Titled Immortal Altar, and it is his powerful posture that stands proudly at the top of the young Tianjiao!

"Death!"

The cold sound fell, his eyes were full of fear, and the Celestial Immortal Soldiers were indifferent, while the people on the back of the white dragon did not change their faces, as if they were looking at a dead person, looking at the Seven Yao Heavenly Sons who had already come to Chen Yuan.

A finger of cold light arrived, but it stagnated three inches away from Chen Yuan's eyebrows, and he could no longer advance the slightest, and there seemed to be an even more terrifying aura of coercion, shrouding Chen Yuan's side, so that his Qiyao Immortal Altar could not be shattered!

"Thank you. Chen Yuan smiled and spoke, his eyes filled with coldness, shrouded in silence and ruthlessness, and his big hand gently clasped his arm.

Rumble!