Fantasy_ Taking on the son of destiny as a disciple and conquering the world forever

“Since the Patriarch invited me, it’s better to be respectful than to obey!” Jiang Chen nodded.

Ancestor Zixiao mused: “Fellow Daoist Jiang agreed so readily. It seems that the rumors are true. You really killed the Tianyuan Saint head-on! However, the movement of our actions was too great, and the ordinary place is not enough for us to worry about. There is a holy battlefield in the treasure house, waiting for me to get it!”

After finishing his words, Ancestor Zixiao raised his right hand to summon the holy battlefield in the treasure house.

Jiang Chen waved his hand and said: “There is no need to go to such trouble, just try it at Qingxu Peak. There is a formation guard here, so it will not be affected by the war between you and me, and the aftermath of the war will not be spread out at all. ”

Ancestor Zixiao felt the strength of Qingxu Peak’s mountain-protecting formation, his eyes were filled with astonishment, and he sighed: “What a powerful formation! With such a formation protecting us, even if you and I attack with all our strength, it’s probably hard to get hurt.” Every plant and tree in Qingxu Peak!”

After finishing speaking, a simple holy bell flew out of the Heavenly Spirit Cap of the ancestor Zixiao, exuding vast holy power. It was the Zixiao Biluo Bell.

“Be careful, I’m about to take action!”

The ancestor of Zixiao shouted, and the Zixiao Biluo Bell was good at facing the wind. In the blink of an eye, it turned into a huge holy bell that covered the sky and the sun. It shone down on Jiang Chen’s head, and every ray of holy power that escaped could shake the void thousands of miles away. .

Jiang Chen clenched his palm into a fist, and six ancient worlds that seemed real and illusory emerged around his fist. They reincarnated and evolved from each other, and produced endless energy out of thin air. They were all integrated into this fist, shaking the purple sky and the blue bell.

Six Paths of Samsara Fist!

“boom!”

The sky and the earth roared, the void shook, and brilliant patterns lit up everywhere on Qingxu Peak, eliminating the energy aftermath of the two people’s fight into the invisible.

Billions of disaster runes flashed under Jiang Chen’s skin, and those holy powers that could easily disperse thousands of miles of void had no impact on him.

The two fought quickly, the holy power surged, the killing light shook the sky, the purple clouds and blue clouds filled the sky, and the sound of bells and swords shook the universe.

“Buzz!”

Suddenly, a gap opened in the Liangyi dust formation, and Han Yuyao returned to Qingxu Peak with Ye Hao, Ji Wudao and Ji Wushang.

When they came into contact with the Liangyi Dust Formation, they felt the holy power fluctuations in Qingxu Peak. They hid directly behind the layers of mysterious and complex formations in the Liangyi Dust Formation, watching the two of them from a distance. Great war.

Ye Hao geared up and said excitedly: “Eh? Grandmaster just finished his sermon, why did he come to Qingxu Peak to fight with the master?”

Han Yuyao whispered: “I have the intention to fight, but not the intention to kill. Of course I am competing! I guess the ancestor also wants to use the master’s hand to consolidate his own realm!”

“Master Patriarch has become a holy king, do you think Master can win?” Ji Wudao frowned.

Han Yuyao looked as usual and responded calmly: “When has Master ever lost?”

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After a long time, all the holy power in the sky was restrained. Ancestor Zixiao put away the Zixiao Biluo Bell, and his figure floated down, saying in a muffled voice: “No more fighting! I, the majestic Holy King, can’t get the slightest advantage in fighting you. It’s really shocking. depressed!”

“There’s nothing I can do about it, Grandmaster.” Jiang Chen responded with a smile.

In order to take care of the ancestor’s Taoist heart, Jiang Chen did not use all his strength and has been accompanying the ancestor to try his hand.

The Patriarch has just broken through to the realm of the Saint King. If he is defeated by Jiang Chen with a sword, he will probably doubt his life.

After this fight, Jiang Chen has a deeper understanding of the Holy Realm. In the future, he should be able to kill Saints more easily.

Ancestor Zixiao waved his hand and said with emotion: “Of course I can sense that you have never used all your strength! If it were a life-and-death battle, I would have almost no chance of winning! Your physique is too strong, and you actually dare to receive the Holy Spirit with your bare hands. Soldiers?”

Jiang Chen’s immortal body has been smelted into his own body, and his physique has become unimaginably strong. Zixiao Biluo Zhong is just a holy weapon that has not yet transformed into a holy king’s weapon, so naturally it cannot hurt him at all.

“Master Patriarch is too praised!” Jiang Chen said modestly.

“I’m not exaggerating at all!”

Ancestor Zixiao shook his head slightly and glanced at the World Tree that covered the sky with awe. His eyes fell on the ancient tea tree of Enlightenment. He said with a serious face: “Friend Dao Jiang, the Supreme Master of the Immortal Mountain has been deducing and exploring the ancient tea tree of Enlightenment.” If the news about your ancient tea tree of Enlightenment is leaked, I am afraid it will attract the visit of the Supreme Immortal Mountain, so you should be mentally prepared!”

When Jiang Chen heard this, he smiled nonchalantly and said: “Master, don’t worry, the Liangyi Dust Formation not only protects Qingxu Peak, but also covers the entire Zixiao Holy Land. It’s just that it doesn’t manifest normally. ! Even if the Supreme Being comes in person, it is absolutely impossible to break through the protection of the two-dimensional dust formation!”

Ancestor Zixiao was extremely surprised, somewhat relieved, and didn’t say anything more. He secretly lamented that Jiang Chen’s origins were far beyond imagination.

Under Jiang Chen’s warm invitation, ancestor Zixiao tasted a pot of Yousheng at Qingxu Peak.

The Enlightenment Tea brewed in the Life Spirit Spring was like a dream, and it felt like a luxury that most emperors had never enjoyed.

After being presented with three Enlightenment Teas and a pot of Life Spirit Spring by Jiang Chen, the ancestor of Zixiao nodded to Han Yuyao and others, and left Qingxu Peak with complicated emotions.

While Patriarch Zixiao was talking to Jiang Chen, they never dared to approach and disturb him. They waited until Patriarch Zixiao left before approaching Jiang Chen.

The master and apprentice chatted for a while, and Han Yuyao and others went back to study and cultivate, trying to fully absorb the gains from ancestor Zixiao’s lecture and transform them into their own great ways.

Qingxu Peak becomes pure and natural again.

A few days later.

At the foot of Qingxu Peak, a tall and powerful young man came down. He had long eyebrows, a straight nose and a square mouth. His long hair was casually spread on his shoulders. His eyes were shining brightly, and he had the aura to swallow up mountains and rivers.

“Disciple Yan Changkong is here to pay homage to our uncle!”

The tall young man spoke, and his powerful voice came from far away towards Qingxu Peak.

Jiang Chen’s figure appeared out of thin air at the foot of the mountain. He took a deep look at the tall young man in front of him and said with some surprise: “What a brilliant puppetry technique!”

Yan Changkong’s pupils shrank slightly and he sighed: “Uncle Jiang really has good eyesight! Ever since I received the inheritance of the Great Puppet Technique, no one has ever been able to recognize that this is just a puppet incarnation at a glance!”

After saying this, Yan Changkong flicked his robe sleeves, and a young man with a delicate face appeared in front of Jiang Chen.

This young man has a well-proportioned physique and good-looking facial features. However, when combined together, he gives people an ordinary feeling. He is even more inconspicuous than Ji Wudao’s appearance. He is the kind of person who would not be ignored by anyone if thrown into a crowd. The kind found.

No matter where you are, it seems that you can be forgotten unconsciously.

Jiang Chen looked at the tall and straight Yan Changkong, and then at the ordinary and handsome young man, and couldn’t help but marveled: “No one would have thought that my Holy Son of Zixiao Holy Land is actually just a puppet incarnation of you! You Your original name isn’t Yan Changkong, right?”

PS: The third update is here! It’s New Year’s Eve, I wish everyone peace and health! Joyful and happy! May all go well with you! Great fortune!