Ten thousand weapons are indestructible, and it is one of the nine secrets of the primeval world.

Jiang Xiaochen urged dozens of low-grade immortal weapons at this time, and blasted forward at the same time.

The power of dozens of immortal weapons, exploding at the same time, indeed has the potential to destroy the sky, terrifying and boundless.

Rumble!

With Jiang Xiaochen as the center, dozens of immortal artifacts advanced in all directions.

Everywhere they went, everything was crushed.

Before, the storm of destruction condensed by Wantong also dissipated at the same time, and under dozens of immortal weapons, it couldn't cause half of the wind and waves.

Wantong saw that his strongest blow was broken, and his face was hard to see.

At the same time, there was a look of panic in his eyes.

At this moment, he realized that he still underestimated Jiang Xiaochen.

And Jiang Xiaochen, floating in the void, looked at Wan Dao coldly: "Just now, I took your move, and now, it's your turn to pick up my move!"

As he spoke, Jiang Xiaochen moved his hands and formed a mysterious magic seal.

At this time, he is still running a thousand weapons!

"All weapons are one, kill!"

Jiang Xiaochen snorted coldly, and saw that dozens of immortal artifacts that were originally scattered were unified, condensed into one at this time.

This is almost equivalent to condensing the power of dozens of immortal weapons together and launching a single blow.

How could such a power be resisted by the puppet emperor?

In the face of this blow, Vantone actually sensed a threat of death.

The monks who were watching from the Hall of Ten Thousand Worlds also had their faces changed drastically at this time, and they only now understood that Jiang Shanchen had not used his true strength at all in the battle just now.

And now, this is Jiang Xiaochen's real strength.

A top-level Heavenly Ancestor Emperor, but he has the combat power to defeat the Pseudo-Emperor Venerable.

Such a person is too wicked and rebellious!

Dozens of immortal weapons, condensed into one, the immortal light was shining, roaring, Wantong opened the strongest defense, and even used a secret weapon, wanting to resist Xia Jiang Xiaochen's blow.

Rumble!

However, all in vain, his defenses and secret weapons were all annihilated and turned into nothingness.

At the same time, Vantone was also directly blown away, blood sprayed wildly in his mouth, and he was seriously injured on the spot.

At this time, Wantong didn't want to think about it, and wanted to flee as quickly as possible.

However, how could Jiang Xiaochen let him go, and chased him out step by step.

At this time, Wan Xiang ran to the forbidden land of the Ten Thousand Worlds Palace, shouting in his mouth: "Ancestor, save me!"

Feeling Jiang Xiaochen behind him chasing and killing, getting closer and closer, Wantong shouted desperately.

Jiang Xiaochen followed behind and said coldly: "It's useless, I said, you will die today, and no one can save you!"

Seeing that, Jiang Xiaochen was about to catch up with Wantong and kill him.

At this time, the existence of a pseudo-emperor was chased and killed by Jiang Xiaochen, he was seriously injured, and fled in the wilderness, and he needed to ask the ancestor of the Ten Thousand Worlds Hall for help, this scene was very impactful.

"Who said he was going to die?"

"What a crazy tone, who do you think you are?"

But just then, a voice rang out.

The voice is mighty and full of supreme majesty.

He came from the depths of the forbidden land of the Temple of All Worlds.

Just listening to his voice, the monks felt the urge to bow down.

"This, this is the voice of the emperor. ”

"It's our Ten Thousand Worlds Hall Ancestor who is going to make a move. ”

"This time, the hall master is saved, and Jiang Xiaochen will die!"

The monks of the Ten Thousand Worlds Hall were originally like ashes before, after all, if Wan Tong, the master of the Ten Thousand Worlds Palace, died, they would definitely have no way to live.

So, just now, they were extremely worried.

It wasn't until the voice of the ancestor of the Hall of Ten Thousand Worlds sounded that they finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The voice fell, and a statue of the law, which seemed to be as high as the sky, appeared at the end of the forbidden land of the Hall of Ten Thousand Worlds.

It was an old man, with his eyes closed.

But the qi on his body has already made all sentient beings tremble.

This is a true emperor, an existence like a true immortal!

And he, raised a huge hand, grabbed Jiang Xiaochen.

Facing this giant hand, Jiang Xiaochen ignored it, and still said: "I will do what I say, it's not that I'm crazy, but that you really can't save him." ”

Jiang Xiaochen's words undoubtedly completely angered the ancestor of the Ten Thousand Worlds Palace.

His magic image giant hand contains infinite destructive power, and there is even a law vortex generated in it.

Once sucked into the vortex of the law, there is no other possibility.

"Boy, this ancestor will send you on your way now!"

This palm, seeing that it was about to fall on Jiang Xiaochen's body, was about to pull Jiang Xiaochen into the whirlpool of laws.

But at this moment, another giant hand broke through the sky from the distant horizon.

Directly collided with this giant hand of the ancestor of the Hall of Ten Thousand Worlds.

Rumble!

The terrifying power exploded, and the two giant hands were shattered at the same time, regardless of whether they were up or down.

"Old rival, don't come unharmed!"

At this moment, a voice came from the distant horizon.

By the time the voice fell, a figure had already appeared in front of the cultivators.

This is an old man in white!

Moreover, he is also a real emperor.

Those who can take the palm of the ancestor of the Hall of Ten Thousand Worlds, and are comparable, can only be done by the emperor.

At this moment, the shock of the monks has reached an indescribable level.

At this moment, another emperor appeared.

And there is no doubt that this emperor is on Jiang Ding's side, otherwise, he will not take this palm for Jiang Ningchen.

"It's you, you're not dead yet?"

Then, the voice of the ancestor of the Hall of Ten Thousand Worlds was shocked.

Obviously, he had recognized the white-clothed emperor!

"Too long without showing up, do you think I'm dead?"

"Don't worry, you're not dead, how can I be willing to die?"

"Back then, you and I were the first exiles to appear in the Land of Exile in the Ten Thousand Worlds. ”

"Here, we encountered a shocking opportunity, which should have been shared equally between you and me, but I didn't want to, you actually blacked me off. ”

"It's a pity, I have a way to replace my life, and you can't kill me that time. ”

"So, in this land of exile in the Ten Thousand Worlds, only the two of us are fighting endlessly, but we also monopolize the cultivation resources here. ”

"You and I have both achieved the position of emperor, but I inadvertently broke into the immortal hall and was trapped for countless years. ”

"Come out again, you have become the ancestor of the Hall of Ten Thousand Worlds, it's interesting!"

"I guess you're trying to kill it back, right?"

The white-clothed emperor opened his mouth and unexpectedly revealed a secret history.

What's even more shocking is that the two of them turned out to be the first exiles in the Land of Exile in the Ten Thousand Worlds.

No wonder, they can achieve the position of emperor.

"What's the use of talking so much?"

"You have been trapped for endless years, even if you recover, how can you fight me?"

The ancestor of the Hall of Ten Thousand Worlds said coldly.

The white-clothed emperor smiled faintly and said: "That's not necessarily, life and death, success or failure, you know after fighting!"

And at this time, the supreme immortal sword in Jiang Xiaochen's hand slashed forward and slashed towards the hall master of the Ten Thousand Worlds Palace.

Wan Tong, the hall master of the Ten Thousand Worlds Palace, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, thought he had been saved, and shouted in shock: "Ancestor save me!"

Burst!

However, Jiang Xiaochen's sword was too fast, and with a single sword sweep, it cut Wan Tong, the hall master of the Ten Thousand Worlds Palace, in half.

A puppet emperor died.

And what is unacceptable is that he still died at the hands of Jiang Xiaochen.

(End of chapter)