Emperor of Nine Suns

One day, two days, three days...

Chu Chen, who fell into the state of selflessness, couldn't feel the passage of time at all. Finally, on the afternoon of the third day, all the wonderful images finally merged into one, turning into an incomparably bright five-color light group, which was submerged in the huge blue potion again. in the furnace. (Baidu search update is the fastest and most stable)

boom!

Amidst an earth-shattering bang, a bright five-color brilliance soared into the sky.

Chu Chen, who was sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, was startled, escaped from the state of selflessness, and smiled casually: "Hahaha, it took me so much effort, how could I let you escape!"

The next moment, with a stretch of the finger, a huge net transformed by spiritual energy surged out, instantly covering the five-color light cluster in the void, and with a sudden pull, put it into the Hǎode porcelain bottle that had been prepared for a long time, and manifested Four round and beautiful pills came out.

Elder Lingxin's figure was shocked suddenly, and an unconcealable shock appeared on his face again!

"That's...that's the legendary ancient spirit pill..."

Before the words fell, the figure of Senior Sister Qingyue next to her was also shocked, and a look of disbelief instantly filled her wide-eyed beautiful eyes!

The precious light emitted by the elixir illuminated the entire alchemy hall, Elder Lingxin and Qingyue fell into a kind of hallucination, and their expressions gradually became blurred.

However, Chu Chen reacted completely differently from these two beautiful pharmacists. All he had to do after refining these ancient pills was to eat them!

The day of the much-anticipated Biquan Xianzong annual competition has finally arrived. Many people have been waiting for this day for too long.

On the square on the hillside of Biquan Xianzong, disciples of the sect had already gathered. Lights and shadows fluttered in the void, and torrents of spiritual energy spewed out mightily, continuously condensing in the void, and turned into a huge arena like a real entity, hundreds of feet wide, suspended in the void, as majestic as a prison , vast and unpredictable.

The destructive power of the competition between monks is astonishing, beyond the imagination of ordinary people. Therefore, Kěnéng spent painstaking efforts to move huge stones from other places to cast the arena like the secular world.

The rings for the monks were all built by the great masters of the sect, suspended in the void. Although they looked crumbling, they were actually as solid as gold, and would not be broken even if the disciples bombarded them at will. And even if it is cracked and broken by some amazing and talented disciple, it can be repaired with spiritual energy at any time, which is extremely convenient.

Seeing a huge arena appear out of thin air,

Many disciples couldn't help admiring, and were greatly shocked by this mysterious and unpredictable method of the immortal family.

When figures appeared in the sky above the ring, everyone held their breath. The annual competition is held once a year, and it is the flourishing age of the sect. Therefore, the head, deputy head, and elders who are rarely seen in the sect will appear to observe.

This scene also made many disciples extremely excited. Everyone expected to show their talents in the Grand Competition. If they could get the attention of someone in the high-ranking group and accept them as personal disciples, they would be able to reach the sky in one step from now on!

After everyone appeared, spiritual power gushed out in the void, condensing huge thrones, standing in the void. Everyone sat down one after another, the head of Biquan Xianzong who was in the middle nodded slightly, and an old man with white hair and childlike face came out more and nodded his head: "The big competition begins! The first round, the outer disciple Yao Jinghai will face the outer disciple Chu Chen, the battle of life and death!"

Without any extra nonsense, the competition officially began. Elder Jing's voice pierced through the sky, resounding through the entire Biquan Xianzong, causing an uproar immediately.

Although the annual competitions are fierce, they are all competitions between the same disciples after all. Everyone clicks to finish, and the winners and losers are divided, that's all.

A battle like this that directly disregards life and death rarely occurs. Only when there is a mortal enmity between two people that cannot be resolved no matter what, and the consent of the high-level sect is obtained, will there be a life-and-death battle.

This kind of life-and-death battle is the most dangerous, bloodiest and hearty battle, and this is the ultimate place to understand all grievances. In a life-and-death battle, no matter which side falls, his relatives and friends are not allowed to take revenge on the other side. This is an unacceptable rule among sects.

"Where are the two disciples?" After the elder Jing finished speaking, he stared at him, and immediately fought Chun Lei with his tongue, and let out a violent roar, "Come up soon!"

"The disciple is here!"

A clear and long howl rose into the sky, and in the north of Biquan Xianzong, where the "Purple Sea" is located, a bright purple-red brilliance shot up into the sky, like a bright purple-red meteor piercing the sky, crashing into the sky , Heavy bombardment on the ring!

Boom!

Accompanied by a dull explosion, the bright purple meteor manifested a man of extraordinary charm, it was Yao Jinghai.

He was dressed in a purple-gold silk robe and a golden feather crown on his head. He walked out slowly, and streaks of intense purple-red brilliance quickly gathered around him, and a bright purple star was faintly transformed into it, floating behind him, looking extremely miraculous.

He bowed slightly and saluted everyone in the stands with an indescribably free, easy and detached demeanor. Although he was saluting, he faintly gave people a feeling of incomparable respect and nobility, as if a high-ranking emperor was reverently facing The teacher salutes. The nobility that leaked from the bones made people feel a little subdued involuntarily.

"Beichen star rises, the appearance of the emperor!"

Seeing this scene, the elders in the stands nodded involuntarily, with a hint of surprise in their eyes.

According to legend, Yao Jinghai was born in a declining dynasty in the secular world, and he was the prince of that dynasty.

It's just that he was born at an untimely time. Not long after he was born, that dynasty fell apart and was destroyed by internal and external troubles. The extremely loyal veteran traveled thousands of miles and traveled for several months before sending him to the Biquan Immortal Sect and becoming a cultivator of immortality.

This declining prince was burdened with the hatred of the country and the family, and his talent was gone. In an ancient ruins, he accidentally comprehended an ancient imperial Taoism passed down in the family, called the Zihuang Beichen Jue, and he has cultivated it ever since. With a rapid progress, he shines brilliantly among the sects.

It is precisely because of this that Yao Jinghai's cronies don't call him "senior brother" very much, but instead call him "Your Highness", so that he can always remind himself of the hatred of the country and the family, and not forget the shame.

Beichen is also known as Ziwei Emperor Star, the emperor among the stars in the heavens.

The Zihuang Beichen Jue technique is based on this idea, which can make the monks warm and cultivate an outstanding imperial aura. In addition, Yao Jinghai was born noble, he was the prince of a dynasty, and he was blessed with the luck of the royal family, so practicing this set of exercises can get twice the result with half the effort, and has always been valued by the sect's senior officials. Seeing him on the stage at this time, and seeing the purple light erupting around him, there is quite a hint of the legendary purple energy coming from the east.