Douba's Strongest Master System

Chapter 65 My monks, why fear the death battle

The blood essence of Emperor Zhun was forced to transform, and a faint green flame was burning in the depths of his eyes, and the blooming flowers gradually enveloped him, with countless sacred beauty, and it was difficult to describe this holy aura in words for a while.

In the end, he is just a drop of blood essence, not the strongest combat power under the former emperor, and he wants to refine the mighty power of the world to show a corner of his former style.

Too hard!

The pair of condensed eyes darted towards the falling white robe, and he suddenly had a bit of admiration.

Since the birth of the starry sky, even contemporary emperors and Taoists are not worthy of his emotions, because he is invincible!

Just as Emperor Yuhua had already proved that he was at the top of the emperor, instead of killing the great sage to live, he chose to go against the wind and try to kill the emperor to prove the Tao, which proved his arrogance and conceit.

What he admired was Chen Qiye's arrogance and conceit.

Even if Chen Qiye has an unparalleled Ji Dao emperor, he is still only a first-order ant in Sendai.

But the more you admire, the more you want to die.

At this moment, the battle above Nine Heavens came to an end.

The most powerful demon was ultimately defeated by the sword master at the peak of the Immortal Three Slashing Dao. A magnificent rainbow pierced through the torso of the most powerful demon. The dragon's blood was sprinkled on the nine days, and a bright red fell, and the blood stained the sky.

"Ancestor..."

This is the last obsession of the most powerful demon. It has lived for an unknown number of years, but in these years, it has only one obsession, in order to resurrect the so-called 'ancestor'.

The hundreds of meters of dragon body fell from a distance, covering a large shadow, and its death did not bring a tremor to the blood of the Emperor Zhundi.

At this time, there was blood everywhere under Panlong Mountain, and dragon blood was everywhere. The monks on the altar were bathed in this piece of dragon blood, and many people began to break through inexplicably.

There are still some afterglow traces of the sky crack. The afterglow's light mixed with those blood colors and turned into golden color. This is the color of the flame deep in the blood essence eyes of the quasi emperor.

He raised his head slightly, just glanced at the crack in the sky, and the afterglow was ignited.

The fire suddenly burned for a long time, and the edges were coated with layers of scorching flames, and he wanted to burn up everything in this world.

"call!"

This long cry came from the sword master. He slashed the most powerful monster, but he did not expect that the blood essence of the emperor would change shape.

He condensed the Dao pattern, one, two... Countless sword lights shot out from his Dao pattern, densely blooming like fireworks, ten thousand sword lights, and even one hundred thousand sword lights...

Countless, uncountable.

But all of them were ignited and burned out by golden flames.

"Hahaha……"

The sword master laughed abruptly. He was the pinnacle of the Immortal Three Slashing Dao, and he could live the second life if he had to go back and cut again, and he could even become a semi-sage, a quasi-sage, and a saint...

When one era is suppressed, it will be pushed horizontally for ten thousand years.

Even if he is as powerful as him, facing this drop of blood essence, there is no room for resistance.

His sword light was ignited, his robe was ignited, his body was ignited...

"If you want to sacrifice me at a glance, I will also prevent you from being reborn... Zulong, then let's die together!"

The sword master laughed ferociously in the midst of the burning, and he laughed wildly and without restraint.

There seemed to be a bit of doubt in the eyes of the quasi emperor, as if he was laughing at the threat of this ant, very laughable.

but!

He trembled when a huge volume of breath came to the sky.

Feathering God Figure!

It was the Jade Emperor Soldier again. The Emperor Soldier trembled from Zhongzhou, and the sword master sacrificed all the last blood, and summoned the Jidao Emperor Soldier to suppress this drop of blood essence!

A scroll of pictures was pressed down from the sky, and the blood of the Emperor Zhun was finally moved.

With the appearance of the aura of this scroll, the world changed color, and the sky above Panlong Mountain shattered inch by inch, as if this piece of heaven and earth were about to be suppressed.

This is the dimensional space of Zulong.

Facing this unpredictable power, all the savage beasts and ominous birds lowered their heads in fear, and descended into the bloody water and wet mud and grass in the most submissive attitude they thought. Even the transformed monster and the human practitioners on the altar humbly knelt down under the power of Yuhuashentu.

The Supreme Emperor Soldier summoned by the peak of the Immortal Three Slashing Dao with life is enough to explode its true power!
Countless rays of light scattered and overflowed along the inch of the sky, turning the sky into countless flakes of light.

The beauty of this scene is extremely unreal, like the aurora across the sky, every inch is blooming with extremely beautiful colors, like the Penglai fairy palace in mythology.

Chen Qiye looked at the crack of the sky, and was silent under the support of Lu Junchu.

He could clearly feel the faint fragrance emanating from Yiren, and if he could, he would really like to enjoy this moment of warmth.

But can't.

Because the 'Nameless Immortal Sword' has been returned to his hands, even the sword master has died in this world, and the remaining practitioners, except him Chen Qiye, no one can change this dead end.

Even if the skin has been torn apart by the supernatural power of the load...

Even if the white robe has been dyed bright red with blood...

He has to fight again!
Gently pushing away the jade hand that Lu Junchu was supporting, he held the long sword in his hand and finally showed a bloody Dao pattern.

The 'Nameless Immortal Sword' trembled in his hand, not with fear, but with excitement.

The aura of Yu Hua Shentu made the pride of 'Nameless Sword' excited.

It's a fairy sword!

It is more advanced than the Jidao Emperor and belongs to the weapon of immortals, although Chen Qiye holding it is not immortal.

But that doesn't stop it from being arrogant.

Under the blood-colored Dao pattern, the nameless fairy sword became brighter and brighter.

A strand of sword intent bloomed from Chen Qiye's body, and Taishang Haotian's sword intent was going to fight to the death with the golden flames of the blood essence of this quasi emperor.

The long burning sky is about to collapse, and the flowing fire can't hang up, it begins to fall, and it cuts through the void like meteorites...

With an extremely and crisp sword cry, Wuming Xianjian threw Zheng out from Chen Qiye's hand.

It carried an unpredictable Diwei, and pulled out a blood-colored tail from bottom to top, faintly, like a long mark that passed through the void.

Suddenly, many monks holding swords trembled.

The Fangzheng Great Sword in Ye Guxue's hand burst open with a 'clatter', and then, one, two, three, and countless long swords flew out from the altar and from the hands of the monks.

The violent Jian Xiao directly shattered the blockade of the altar and cracked open the void.

The densely packed Wandao Feijian was thrown in the direction of the 'Nameless Immortal Sword', like a huge sword formation, to behead the blood of the quasi-emperor!

No one thought it would be this vast and stunning scene.

They were originally used to pay homage to the resurrection of the ancestor dragon, but now they have become a member of the Wandao sword shadow.

"Congeal!"

From the first sound of the condensed Dao pattern, the masters of these swords played the Dao pattern one after another, blessed their flying swords, and vowed to fight for life and death with this quasi emperor.

"My cultivator, why are you afraid of fighting to the death!"

They were ridiculed as weak human beings, the most common bloodline despised by the big demon, but at this moment, the fighting spirit was like a peerless powerhouse who had risen to nine days.

Even from ancient times to the present, Wufan's physical ability has pushed the world horizontally, proving the Tao and becoming an emperor.

But this does not affect their pride and stubbornness.

Because the young man whose white robe was dyed red with blood deeply trembled them.

The young man who held the imperial soldiers, never left, never abandoned, never escaped, and cut out the sword intent of the heavens again and again, made their blood swell and burn at this moment.

"If you can't live, then die together!"

The raging fighting spirit ripped apart everything, and countless Dao patterns, Shenhua, and spells were played in the hands of these weak cultivators, which reflected the countless sword shadows above the void, giving people a feeling that the galaxy was pouring backwards.

The blood of the Emperor Quan is there...

He fought against Yuhuashentu, and pointed out that, if he had enlightened Chaos, even the Supreme Dao Emperor's soldiers could not really suppress him.

Then, at last, he was horrified.

What was reflected in the depths of his eyes was no longer the golden flame that burned the sky, but an extremely magnificent and unparalleled 'Galaxy' running through the sky. The front end of the 'Galaxy' was the crystal clear handle The 'Nameless Sword'.

It came with Chen Qiye's Haotian Sword Intent and countless cultivators' Sword Intent!

Here, there is the godless power that is so bright that it can shatter the heavens and the earth.

(End of this chapter)