Eternal Invincible Emperor System

Chapter 687 Supreme
The solemn and solemn ninth palace is magnificent, like a heavenly palace located in the world.

In the palace, the eyes of many warriors cast their gazes over, and then slowly withdrew their gazes.

Someone who knew Ye Xingchen smiled and nodded.

There were also people who secretly hated him, their eyes were cold, and a killing intent flashed in their eyes.

But the most important purpose now is to capture the dark gourd on the Nine Colors Altar. Although this gourd does not exude a strong momentum, everyone can judge that this gourd is the weapon of the Dark Supreme.

The supreme weapon is enough to make anyone tempted.

The Realm of Absolute Beginning has existed since ancient times and is immortal. From ancient times to the present, there are only nine Supreme Beings. This shows how rare Supreme Beings are.

Every supreme being is an extremely strong man who can suppress the heavens, even the true gods can fight in the lower realms.

Apart from not ascending to the God Realm, the Supreme is no different from the real gods.

The word supreme is enough to crush the ages.

The supreme weapon is enough to sweep the world and be invincible.

A mighty man holds a supreme weapon, making him invincible.

If a faction obtains the supreme weapon, it will continue its glory for tens of thousands of years, or even hundreds of thousands of years.

In today's Xuanyu, there are many states and countless forces. The strongest human forces are the two alliances, the three holy places, the five dynasties, and the ten heavenly sects.

However, these great powers have not produced supreme existences, at most there are great saints, and the most powerful weapon they use to suppress luck is the great sacred weapon, also known as the quasi-supreme weapon.

If one of these forces obtains the weapon of the Dark Supreme, then there is a great possibility of commanding the Xuanyu in the future.

So Ye Xingchen brought the white mouse in, even those who hated him would not target him now.

The top priority is how to capture the dark gourd.

"Hehe, I don't think you all want to do anything, so let me do it first!" The person holding the king's soldier in Dayan Holy Land is the last generation of the holy son of the holy land. territory.

The King's Soldier of Dayan Holy Land is a purple gold mace, three feet three feet long, and the whole body is brilliant purple, shaped like a long sword that has not yet been sharpened, exuding a powerful kingly aura.

"boom!"

He strode forward, wielding the purple gold mace, twisting the void, exuding the power of a king, if this palace was not guarded by formations, this blow would have shattered the palace of the Supreme.

The purple-gold mace shoots out thousands of purple lights, like knives and swords, cutting down the chaotic mist.

The chaotic mist is extremely heavy, and a wisp of chaotic mist can crush a mountain.

However, no matter how heavy the chaotic mist was, it could not stop the majesty of the king, and the purple gold mace fell, smashing part of the chaotic mist to pieces, and the floating palace was everywhere.

"Hehe, Brother Yuan has already made a move. The Ziwei Holy Land must not be left behind." The person from the Ziwei Holy Land made a move. He held the Ziwei Sword in his hand and slashed out blazing purple sword lights.

Ziwei, the emperor star, symbolizes the emperor Ziwei.

The Ziwei Sword is the Ziwei Emperor Sword.

The blazing crape myrtle sword light seems to interweave three thousand realms, open up the ages, and dissipate the remaining chaotic mist.

"Dayan Holy Land and Ziwei Holy Land's fellow Taoists have all made a move, if we don't make a move, when will we wait?" the Sun Moon Tianzong said humanely.

He held the Sun Sword in his hand, and the light from the sword was as dazzling as the sun across the sky.

The people from the Holy Land of Wanhua also took action. The exercises of the Holy Land of Wanhua can transform all things. At this moment, they use the soldiers of the king to refine the chaotic mist.

Refining the chaotic mist lasted for a moment.

"The fog of chaos has dissipated, everyone compete for the dark gourd according to their abilities!" the people from the Ziwei Holy Land shouted.

As he spoke, he strode forward, holding the Ziwei sword in his hand, which shone brightly to the nine heavens, resisting the pressure from all sides, and walked towards the Nine Colors Altar.

"Ziwei's Taoist friend, those who have virtuous treasures live there." The previous generation of the Holy Son of Dayan Holy Land made a move, and the purple gold mace smashed the void and twisted it, making the palace tremble.

"The two are right, but those who are virtuous may not necessarily be the Holy Land of Dayan and the Holy Land of Ziwei." The sun sword of the Sun Moon Tianzong was shining brightly, shining in ten directions, and killing towards the Nine Colors Altar.

The rest of the people from all sides also killed the Nine Colors Altar without caring about their face.

However, people from all sides had some scruples and did not let each other's king's soldiers collide with each other. Otherwise, the supreme bedroom would be protected by formations, and many warriors in the palace would be crushed to pieces by the power of the king.

"boom!"

Just when the momentum of several king weapons collided together, a brilliant light burst out, and a big black hole was formed in the center of the collision, swallowing everything.

Fortunately, at this time, the palace is shining, and veins are connected together to form complex and mysterious dao patterns, weakening the king's prestige.

But even here, everyone still felt the dull breath, almost suffocating.

That feeling is terrible, as if the end of the world is coming.

"Buzz!"

At this moment, the Nine-Color Altar absorbs the power of the void, interweaving many supreme patterns, which revives the dark gourd.

For a moment, the world was silent.

The king's soldiers in the palace lost their brilliance in an instant, and the supreme aura was released. With the supreme bedroom as the center, countless dark creatures trembled and prostrated themselves on the ground, kowtowing in the direction of the supreme bedroom as if kneeling to a god.

At the same time, the supreme breath broke through the sky and filled the vast land, and the creatures in a million miles around trembled, feeling that the end of the world was coming.

This supreme aura was only fleeting, but the people in the palace who were closest to each other felt their hands and feet were cold at the moment, each of them turned pale, and their clothes were soaked in sweat, as if they had come out of the water.

"Could it be that...the Dark Supreme still lives in this world?" Someone tremblingly asked.

If the Dark Lord is not still alive, who can revive his weapon.

"Impossible. The Dark Sovereign is a person from the ancient times. I don't know how many thousands of years ago. In this world, if you don't become a god, you will eventually return to ashes and ashes to ashes." Someone retorted.

"That's not necessarily true. It is rumored that the Dark Lord has comprehended the divine way and ascended to the God Realm. Maybe in this era, he came from the lower realm again." Some people have different opinions.

"How is it possible? There are natural world barriers in different worlds. Not to mention true gods, even gods can't descend into the realm. Even if they are god-level existences, they can at most open a gap and pass down a wave of divine power." Someone is knowledgeable and knows There are many records about gods.

The people in the Ziwei Holy Land put away the Ziwei Sword, fixed their eyes on the Nine-Color Altar, and said: "The dark gourd is not the supreme urging it to recover, but the Nine-Color Altar. Just now we fought and shattered the void, and the Nine-Color Altar automatically Absorbing the energy of the void and urging the dark gourd to recover, that's why it exudes a ray of supreme aura."

"Didn't you notice? The supreme aura just now has no killing intent at all, otherwise, even if we have the king's weapon to protect our body, we will die physically and spiritually."

The Lagerstroemia Holy Land has a long history, even existed since ancient times, and there are some records about the Dark Supreme.

"That's right, Brother Zhang is right. Just now, the Nine-Color Altar absorbs the energy of the void and revives it for a moment." The previous generation of the Holy Son of Dayan Holy Land stared at the Nine-Color Altar with bright eyes.

"Since that's the case, then why should there be any scruples? Win or lose will determine the ownership of the dark gourd, but before the duel, we should clear out irrelevant people." Someone suggested.

His words meant that everyone present, except for Ye Xingchen and White Mouse, the rest were either disciples of the Holy Land, or the imperial family, or the disciples of the Tianzong.

"Buzz!"

When this person put forward this suggestion, the dark gourd trembled slightly, exuding a strong power of darkness, sweeping towards everyone, and pulling them into a special force field.

(End of this chapter)