Emperor Yutianwu

The black-clothed youth moved extremely fast, so fast that it transcended space. In just a moment, the ugly man died tragically in a pool of blood, suppressed by countless time and space swords.

The ugly man didn't know what happened until he died.

He couldn't figure out why he lost when the black-clothed youth was only a fourth-level saint, two realms weaker than him.

The young man was still so casual, as if killing a person was a very common thing for him. Similarly, the scene here also attracted a lot of attention. On the same battlefield, a slightly charming woman blinked her beautiful eyes: "The move just now was the power of time and space?"

It turned out that this black-robed youth was Chu Yan's true self, but now he has completed the casting of his physical body. His life soul, monarch map, and holy shadow are all based on speed, and he is invincible in the same realm.

Not long ago, he came to this desolate fairyland, and now he appeared on the battlefield where the fairy was selecting generals.

"So cool? What's your name?" The charming woman smiled sweetly and approached the young man. The young man looked up and remained alert. He had also stayed in the Wilderness Immortal Realm for a while. The people here were all extremely vicious.

"Don't be so nervous. My sister's name is Ying Yuhua." The woman continued to smile and soon came to the young man's side. However, it seemed that she had no intention of attacking him. The young man gradually relaxed and said calmly: "Emperor of Heaven."

"A title?" Ying Yuhua blinked her beautiful eyes: "Very domineering, did you offend someone outside and escape to this Wilderness Immortal Realm?"

Hearing Ying Yuhua's words, Chu Yan thought of how he looked when he entered the Wilderness Immortal Realm, and a hint of anger rose in his eyes.

After finding the immortal world, this true self stayed in the chaotic time and space, and was taken to many places by the old bastard to travel, including some special worlds, such as the torrent of time, under the Beiming Ice Lake, and the magma land of the Flame Mountain. He also practiced a set of magical powers to cast a Dharma body, and completed the shaping of the true self, and his realm reached the same level as the original body.

What made him speechless was that not long ago, the old guy suddenly opened up a space, which was the current Desolate Immortal Realm, and told himself that if he conquered this world, he would come to pick him up, and then kicked himself out.

Now, he has been in the Desolate Immortal Realm for a year. In this year, he has fought his way out from an unknown casual cultivator and has been in the Desolate Immortal Realm ruled by the Desolate Immortal Venerable. Not long ago, the Desolate Immortal Venerable said that he would choose a general from the saints, and he slaughtered a city and got this opportunity.

"If you don't want to say it, forget it. Anyway, judging from your move just now, I should be unable to beat you. I will follow you. If you can get the first place in this selection, it will not be bad to die in your hands." Ying Yuhua chuckled, talking about life and death in her words. There was no trace of emotion in her beautiful eyes, as if she came to the selection this time not to win, but more like to seek death.

Chu Yan looked at Ying Yuhua in surprise, without responding, and walked forward slowly, picked up the drooping bamboo hat, and put it on.

On the seats in the distance, the Immortal Venerable was the head, and there was a beautiful woman sitting and passing away, enjoying herself very much. There were also three immortal generals around her, accompanying her.

"Is there anyone worth noting in this year's selection?" The Immortal Venerable Wan'e sat in the first place, looking at the battlefield below, and said casually.

"Replying to the Immortal Lord, I do have a few here." A young man at the Immortal level introduced: "That is Yu Hanwen, who fled to the Wilderness Immortal Realm because he flirted with countless princesses of powerful forces in the Northern Immortal Realm. Not long ago, he won the first place in a city."

"That one is Kuang Dao, who kills people like flies. He is naturally talented, but he has practiced for a long time and is now a superior saint."

"The man at the North Battle Platform is a disciple of the Sword God Mountain in the central part of the original immortal realm. Later, he was expelled from the sect and hunted down because he killed a fellow disciple in a treasure robbery. His name is Jian Chen. He has good talent and is a seventh-level saint. Among the generals selected this time, the one with the highest realm." Several immortal generals recommended.

Looking at Jian Chen, Jian Chen was dealing with three people at this time. He held a sword in one hand, and his white clothes fluttered, looking so casual and relaxed. The whole battle was a complete slaughter, which made Wan'e Xianzun nod with satisfaction: "This boy is really good. It is rare for a level 7 sage to participate in the selection. It seems that he has absolute confidence in himself."

The selection of generals by the Xianzun is cruel because of the cruel rules. Only one person will survive on the entire battle stage, so people with higher realms often do not participate. After all, stepping into it means one foot stepping into death.

So in the battlefield, the strongest is only the seventh level of the saint. People at the eighth or even ninth level of the saint have already vaguely touched the immortal position. Once they step into it, they can directly join the door of an immortal, so there is no need to take this risk here. Once you meet a top saint with the same idea as you, you will die miserably.

"Immortal Venerable, I have a good candidate here." Another immortal hesitated and looked at Chu Yan's true self on the battlefield: "This person is called Tiandi, his origin is unknown, but his combat power is good. Not long ago, he also founded Tiandi Sect, and many strong people chose to follow him."

"Him?" Another immortal shook his head and smiled sarcastically: "His realm is too low, and his cultivation methods seem to be very simple. In this world, strength is absolute, but he chose to cultivate his extreme speed, which is a bit niche after all."

"Let's see." Wan'e Immortal Venerable said casually.

At this time, the competition on the battlefield became stronger. There were no rules here, and it was not a gentleman's battlefield. It was originally a group of evil people. Group attacks and sneak attacks, such despicable means, were not uncommon.

Chu Yan has been standing in one place. This time, the Immortal Lord selected the generals to choose the last person, not to express himself. As long as he survived to the end, that would be fine.

Therefore, in the early stage, it is natural to not fight if you can, so you can retain your strength.

Because it was not a duel in the same realm, but there was a gap in realm, the number of people on the battlefield dropped sharply quickly, and some people with lower realms were quickly killed and eliminated.

In the blink of an eye, there are no longer low-level saints on the battlefield. The weakest ones are also fourth-level saints, which is the current level of Chu Yan, and only a very small part is left.

"It's really troublesome." At this moment, Jian Chen in the distance showed a look of boredom, and glanced at Chu Yan and the other saints of the fourth and fifth levels: "After killing so many, there are still some left. The ants are here.”

"You commit suicide. At least you can die a little easier. Otherwise, if you fall into our hands, you will die ugly." At this time, Crazy Sword spoke. He is the oldest person here and a seventh-level saint. There is still a certain weight to what you say.

In an instant, the expressions of the low-level people darkened, and they all became embarrassed.

"Come out and fight!" A fourth-level saint stepped out and looked at Jian Chen arrogantly.

However, in response to his challenge, Jian Chen just glanced at him as if he were an idiot. He shook his head and put his sword back into its sheath with a wave of his arm.

"You..." Seeing this scene, the saint's face became even more angry, but the next moment, Jian Chen's eyes condensed, and he shot out like a sharp sword, making the fourth-level disciple feel his heart sinking, as if he was falling into the endless In the sword abyss, he broke into a cold sweat.

"You are not worthy of fighting with me. You will die on your own." Suddenly, Jian Chen's figure expanded countless times in the eyes of the man. Every word was like a shadow of swords reaching the sky, beheading down. The man's face showed an incomparable expression. With a look of pain, he knelt down with a thud, grabbing his throat with both hands, trying to break away from the oppression, but it was useless.

"Ah!" The man finally screamed and actually swung the knife and killed himself.

"This..." Some of the other low-level people couldn't help but clenched their fists. The way the man died was so bizarre and terrifying that they all felt fear.

"Asshole, you didn't even give me a chance to challenge?" Some people were dissatisfied, but they couldn't deny it. Such a huge gap in realm gave them no chance to fight.

At this moment, next to Chu Yan was a young man from the same country. He clenched his fists and said, "These people are too arrogant. If we were from the same country, we wouldn't be so passive."

Chu Yan glanced at the young man next to him. From him, there was a sense of righteousness that was rare in this sinful city.

"I was wrongly accused. In the Yixian Sect, the heir of the sect master offended a powerful person. Later, he had no choice but to hand me over as a scapegoat. For this reason, the heir of the sect even raped my Wife, I was so angry that I killed him and fled here." The young man said as if he felt Chu Yan's gaze.

Chu Yan nodded suddenly. There are indeed too many unjust cases and injustices in the world, but this is the world. If you want to compete with it, then show your strength. If God bullies you, one day, you dare to defy God. , then, we can gain a foothold in this world.

At this time, there are also some people who want to give up. The reason why they come to participate in the selection of the Immortal Lord is because they want to take a gamble. Once they are born, they will be able to rise to the top and become the people under the Immortal Lord. In this chaotic place , and also have an extra chance of survival.

But in this indescribable situation, who would want to die?

"I give up." A fourth-level saint shook his head and suddenly left a sentence before turning around and about to fly away from the battlefield and escape into the distance.

But the next moment, I saw an immortal on the first seat with indifferent eyes. He flicked his wrist, and immediately a beam of immortal light shot out, turning into an endless killing array. The man was suppressed, and he was extremely frightened. He let out a A scream: "No! No, I give up, I just want to live, I won't fight anymore!"

"Boom!" Unfortunately, the Immortal Seat did not move at all. He held his hand, and the formation in the distance descended, piercing the talent. The figure of the man continued to decompose under the terrible force, and in the end not even the bones were left. Every cent.

"Idiot." Seeing this scene, the people in the battle arena showed no sympathy at all. This is the price for not following the rules. Is it possible to get on the battlefield and escape unscathed?

"It's too cruel!" The death of that man made the people in the lower realm even more panicked. At this time, even the young man next to Chu Yan was a little moved and sighed.

But at this moment, a force suddenly descended from the sky and turned into a fire dragon, directly incinerating the young man. His eyes widened until the moment he died.