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Chapter 673 The Fall of the Emperor
above the sky.

Zheng Ming stood upright, his slender body bathed in bright golden brilliance, and his snow-white long clothes were dyed golden.

Holding a long sword, the aura of the emperor swept thousands of miles like the heavenly river pouring down.

"Sikong Shang, don't you understand?"

He looked at Sikong Shang and said calmly.

Sikong Shang looked at Zheng Ming, his gloomy face released a heart-pounding sharpness from his pupils.

"Understand what?"

Zheng Ming shook his head slightly, and the sword in his hand turned slightly.

"Boom~~"

Within a thousand miles, the flowing clouds are reversed, the sun and the moon are in the sky, and the stars are shining brightly.

Under a clear and clear day, the sky is covered with thousands of stars.

This is the Emperor of Heaven.

With every gesture, the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth is under control.

Sikong Shang had no idea how big the gap between him and Zheng Ming was.

He thought that Zheng Ming was also on the ninth level of the Emperor's Qi Refining Art, but in fact Zheng Ming had completely surpassed the Emperor's Qi Refining Art.

The heavens are supreme, the Tao is extremely immeasurable, and the Supreme Heavenly Emperor Sutra.

The heavens are supreme.

Now Zheng Ming has only obtained the Dao origin of the fairyland world, so naturally he cannot be regarded as the supreme being of the heavens, but he can also be regarded as the supreme existence of the fairyland world.

At this time, Sikong Shang was not facing the Emperor Dali, but a Heavenly Emperor who controlled the origin of the Dao.

He thought he could contend against Zheng Ming, but he simply didn't understand how powerful an existence that controlled the origin of the Dao was.

"Since you are so stubborn, don't blame me for being rude."

Zheng Ming sighed slightly and said.

He still hoped that Sikong would still be able to recognize the reality and give up on the road to immortality for the time being.

After all, no matter what, Sikong Shang is also an emperor who has cultivated the Emperor Qi Refining Art to the ninth level.

If the Battle of Jade Immortals starts in the future, Sikong Shang can also contribute to the world of Immortals.

Unfortunately, Sikong is still unwilling to give up, and Zheng Ming is also very helpless.

As Zheng Ming's voice fell, the sword in his hand was suddenly raised.

Endless winds are rushing in, the sky and the earth are vast, the clouds are rippling, and the sun, moon and stars are shining thousands of times.

It seems that everything in the world is beating.

"Do you think that the ninth floor of the Emperor's Qi Refining Art is the end point of the Emperor?"

"Wrong, that's just the beginning of the emperor."

The sound was like thunder, spreading mightily.

Below, everyone was shocked.

At this moment, their hearts seemed to be affected inexplicably, and they were trembling.

It seemed to be fear, but it also seemed to be excitement.

Whether it is an ordinary person or a cultivator, they all have the idea of ​​surrendering and worshiping when they stare at the figure hanging in the sky.

Even Xuan Qing and Ye Dao and other immortal-level powerhouses are no exception.

"How is this done?"

Xuan Qing looked up at Zheng Ming's figure, and murmured involuntarily.

It is not difficult for powerful cultivators to influence the changes of celestial phenomena with their own will.

However, most practitioners focus on one kind of Taoism, and the changes in the celestial phenomena affected are also limited to one kind.

However, at this time, Zheng Ming has affected countless changes in the sky, starting from the wind, cloud, fog, and waves, to the sun, moon and stars, to everything in the world, and even the state of mind of thousands of creatures.

Not only has Xuanqing never seen such a terrifying method, but he has never even heard of it.

above the sky.

Zheng Ming's sword suddenly swung out.

The ten thousand zhang sword light poured down, directly hitting Sikong Shang.

Seeing this, Sikong still showed a solemn expression.

He knew that Zheng Ming was stronger than him, and he could also feel the strong sense of oppression that Zheng Ming brought to him.

But he still won't give in.

In his heart, he is the emperor.The emperor's majesty cannot be desecrated, and the emperor's body would rather be bent than bent.

Not to mention that he was only facing Zheng Ming, even if he was an immortal in the sky, he would not back down in any way.

Sikong Shang raised the sword in his hand, suddenly released an incomparably thick emperor's aura, and headed towards the pouring sword light to meet it.

The majestic power of the emperor soared into the sky, whistling with waves of wind.

Boom~~
In the sky, two swords collided.

In an instant, countless sword glows shot out.

Every sword light is extremely bright, carrying powerful power, piercing through the world.

"Boom~~"

The sword glowed everywhere, covering the surrounding world for hundreds of miles.

On the Dali flying boat, Xuan Qing and the others released their true energy one after another to resist the flying sword light.

Below, the Ten Thousand Monster Cavalry also gathered in an army formation, taking a defensive stance.

In the capital of Emperor Xianlan, countless strong men flew to intercept the overwhelming sword light.

These sword glows were just the aftermath of the battle between Zheng Ming and Sikong Shang, but they were fatal to ordinary practitioners.

Even the Ming Dao Realm dare not resist the sword glow, only the masters above the Xiantai Realm can resist it.

"Li Huang, you are nothing more than that."

On the sky, Sikong Shang shouted loudly.

Although the sword just now carried an extremely powerful force, it was still resisted by him.

Zheng Ming sneered.

"is it?"

"Then, can you block this sword?"

A radiant sword light shot straight out from Zheng Ming's hand, sinking into the sky, between the sun, the moon and the stars.

next moment.

The sword light flashed again, hanging under the sun, moon and stars.

In an instant, countless swords and weapons competed in a radius of thousands of miles.

The emperor's sword, the emperor in the sword, all swords must surrender.

"Sword beyond the sky!"

"Come!"

Zheng Ming let out a soft drink, and the sword light above the sky immediately shot down.

The might of the brilliant sword is overwhelming.

Thousands of swords scrambled to each other.

Below, Dugu Qiubai looked at the falling sword light, and countless brilliant lights bloomed in his eyes.

This sword is his sword beyond the sky.

But it is different from his Beyond the Sky Sword.

The essence of his sword beyond the sky is the way of swordsmanship, but the sword beyond the sky released by Zheng Ming carries the might of the emperor.

To put it simply, Zheng Ming's Sword Beyond Heaven is just imitating Dugu Qiubai's Sword Beyond Heaven.

Although it is an imitation, its power is far beyond that of Dugu Qiubai's Sword Beyond Heaven.

After all, Zheng Ming is backed by the source of the Dao, so it is naturally not comparable to Dugu Qiubai.

The sword light fell.

Thousands of miles of mountains and rivers were suppressed.

Sikong Shang raised his head to look at the approaching sword light, and clasped the long sword in his hands tightly.

"Good come!"

"Hahaha~~"

He let out a roar.

The air of the emperor surged crazily on his body.

Boom~~
Above the void, it was as if a star had exploded, and the golden light and strong wind scattered thousands of miles away.

Within ten thousand miles, countless cultivators looked up at the sky, watching the surging wind and flying golden lights.

Many people don't understand what this is.

Countless people were even more panicked, as if the sky was falling.

And the people in Emperor Xianlan's capital turned pale, knelt on the ground and shivered.

In the sky, Sikong Shang's body fell back thousands of feet, the long sword in his hand was broken inch by inch, and scarlet blood oozed from the corner of his mouth, staining the dragon robe on his body red.

Zheng Ming moved and came in front of him.

The long sword in his hand condensed a faint sword glow.

She looked at him indifferently.

"Do you understand now?"

he asked.

"What do you understand, the winner is the king, and the loser is the bandit?"

Sikong Shang raised his head and looked at him with a pale face.

Zheng Ming shook his head slightly, and said, "You are not a qualified emperor."

The emperor, the artifact in charge of the country, the law of the world, the use of the goods of hundreds of millions of people, the command of the land, the protection of the country's safety, the benefit of the country and the harm of the country, love the people and harm the people.

As this person, he should have been chosen by the heart of heaven and favored by the people.
However, Sikong Shang gave up Wanmin, only seeking the way to immortality.

It is not a problem to seek immortality, countless practitioners in the world are seeking the way to immortality.

But the emperor cannot give up all the people in the world for the sake of the journey to immortality.

What Sikong Shang abandoned was the inheritance of the Xianlan Dynasty for nearly ten thousand years, the nearly tens of billions of people, and his disregard for the safety of the entire fairyland world.

"I don't need you to judge how I am."

Sikong Shang snorted coldly.

He braced his body, endured the severe pain from his body, and straightened his chest.

Even in death, he still has to straighten his body.

The majesty of the emperor cannot be desecrated.

"You're right, you don't need me to judge."

Zheng Ming nodded slightly.

"Then let me send you on your way."

Zheng Ming rolled up the long sword in his hand.

"and many more!"

Sikong Shang stared at Zheng Ming closely, and said suddenly.

He is not afraid of death, but he does not want to die with doubts.

At this point, he already understood that he was no match for Zheng Ming.

In the face of death, he can accept it calmly, but he still has many questions in his heart.

Zheng Ming paused slightly and looked at him.

Sikong Shang asked with a serious expression: "What realm have you reached?"

This is his biggest doubt.

He had clearly reached the ninth level of the Emperor's Qi Refining Art, and he should be the most powerful person in the fairy land, but he had almost no power to fight back in front of Zheng Ming.

The gap is too huge.

Zheng Ming smiled lightly, shook his head, and said, "It's useless to tell you."

"Let me take you on your way."

He has no patience to explain.

And today is the day of Sikong Shang's death, so it doesn't make any sense to explain it.

No matter how much you talk to a dead person, it's just nonsense.

Sikong Shang's face turned pale for a while.

Since then.

He suddenly jumped up and slapped Zheng Ming with his palm.

The air of the emperor surged rapidly on his body.

Seeing this, Zheng Ming had a cold light in his eyes.

Sneak attack?
It's too beautiful to think about.

There is no one in this world who can sneak attack him.

"You'll never understand how far apart we are."

Zheng Ming said lightly.

The long sword in his hand was slowly extended forward.

The blade of the sword is pale, with a sharp light, although it does not have the majestic power, nor the bright sword light before, but it reveals a chilling killing intent.

Puchi~
Sikong Shang actually bumped directly into the tip of the sword.

He looked down at the pale sword blade stained with bright red blood, his face full of disbelief.

"how come?"

Zheng Ming slowly drew back the long sword, looked at the blood on the blade, and blew lightly, a bloody flower bloomed.

"I blow not snow, but blood!"

He said lightly.

Sikong still looked at him inexplicably, full of doubts.

Unfortunately, no one will answer his doubts.

The vitality in his eyes slowly receded and became dim.

The surging breath on his body also dissipated.

A generation of emperors fell with full of doubts in this way.

Holding the long sword in his hand, Zheng Ming quietly watched Sikong Shang's body fall down.

"Your Majesty~~"

Seeing this, all the courtiers of the Xianlan Dynasty couldn't help but let out a shrill cry.

Xuan Qing and the others looked at Sikong Shang's body in silence for a while.

One of the three great emperors in Zhongtianyu fell like this.

Thinking back to Sikong's power in Zhongtianyu before, they suddenly became a little dull.

For a moment, the world was silent, only the loyal courtiers of the Xianlan Dynasty were wailing.

(End of this chapter)