Emperor Tianwu

Yun Chen stood in the golden bowl, his face became extremely ugly.

This golden bowl is likely to be a treasure that surpasses the best immortal weapon.

How can an ordinary best immortal weapon have such power?

You know, although he is only an immortal master, he can kill the Immortal Emperor. Even he can't easily open this golden bowl, and he is even injured by the pattern in the golden bowl. It can be seen that this golden bowl can kill even the Immortal Emperor.

A treasure that can kill the Immortal Emperor is not as simple as a top-grade immortal weapon?

"I don't believe it!" Yun Chen's face was fierce, and then he raised his finger and pointed it suddenly in front.

As soon as he pointed his finger, a majestic and boundless killing force suddenly spread out, and then turned into a rolling torrent and poured out, turning into a huge finger, hitting the golden bowl fiercely.

With a "dong" sound, the pattern on the golden bowl was directly blasted open by the finger, and then a small crack appeared on the golden bowl.

Although the crack was very small, and even invisible to the eyes without divine sense, it was undoubtedly a crack.

With the appearance of the crack, the face of the Pudu Saint Monk outside suddenly turned pale, and then he opened his mouth and spurted out a stream of blood, and his breath became a little weak.

"How is it possible?" He murmured, looking at the golden bowl below with an unbelievable look.

His Buddha Demon Golden Bowl was a treasure that surpassed the best immortal artifacts. The hardness of this treasure was indestructible.

However, now, a crack was blasted open by Yun Chen.

How powerful is Yun Chen!

Without thinking any more, fearing that his treasure would be completely destroyed, Pu Du hurriedly waved his hand, and the golden bowl suddenly shrank wildly, and then whistled from below and fell into his hands.

Looking at Yun Chen, who was almost not injured, Pu Du's face became extremely ugly.

Yun Chen's strength has exceeded his imagination.

"Hmph, you're lucky this time!" Pudu said unwillingly, and then his eyes fell on the void not far away: "Xueyang Immortal Emperor, it's your turn!"

"Hahaha, this guy is indeed strong. He can actually block Master Pudu's attack. Not bad, really good!"

In the air, a figure like Maitreya Buddha appeared.

This figure was fat and big-eared, wearing a long gown, playing with two beads in his hands, and his eyes as big as copper bells were staring at Yun Chen with some excitement.

"My name is Xueyang, from Hun Tian Sect, Fellow Daoist Yun, my Hun Tian Sect has a lot of grievances with you! This time, I am here to take your life on the order of the Great Emperor!"

Xueyang Immortal Emperor said, and suddenly threw the beads in his hand.

The two beads were thrown out and immediately blew up in the wind. Immediately, they turned into two huge blood-red spheres, just suspended in the air.

Then, the whole space suddenly became extremely cold, as if it had come directly from the human world to purgatory.

"Fall!"

Xue Yang shouted loudly and formed seals with his hands.

Then, the two huge spheres suddenly burst out with blood-red threads, which covered the clouds below. Wherever they passed, the void actually made a hissing sound, as if it was corroded by something.

"Each thread of the resentful soul requires a large number of ghosts to condense, and these ghosts are preferably those who have just been killed." Seeing this, a cultivator couldn't help but sighed and felt some sympathy for those who were killed.

"Hush, keep your voice down, you don't want to live, that's the Blood Sun Immortal Emperor, you know how terrifying the Blood Sun Immortal Emperor is, be careful that he will condense you into a part of the resentful soul thread." His companion heard his voice and immediately said in a serious tone.

Hearing this, the man's face changed slightly, and then he closed his mouth tightly, not daring to talk anymore.

At this time, Yun Chen, who was standing in the square, saw the countless resentful soul threads whistling towards him, and his face became unusually calm.

That was a manifestation of extreme anger.

How many cultivators must be killed to condense so many resentful soul threads?

Moreover, the more kind and simple the person is, the more solid and powerful the condensed thread will be.

"Come on! Blue Enchantress, burn as much as you can, my partner!"

Yun Chen raised his hand gently, and then threw it gently. A blue lotus-shaped flame suddenly rose into the air, and then it swelled up in the wind, turning into a huge ice-blue lotus, madly devouring those threads.

The silk threads fell, and as soon as they touched the flames, they immediately made a hissing sound and were directly burned.

This scene made the face of the Blood Sun Immortal Emperor in the air change, and then he snorted coldly, pressed his hand down, and two huge blood-red balls suddenly hit the ice-blue lotus-shaped flame like two meteorites.

The next second, the two huge spheres collided with the lotus-shaped flames.

Suddenly, a thunderous roar suddenly rose into the sky.

Ice-blue and blood-red air waves swept out in all directions, rippling waves.

The huge roar caused the bodies of many low-level cultivators to explode directly, turning into a mass of blood mist.

Even some cultivators above the Xuanxian level were bleeding from all seven orifices and retreated frantically.