Fantasy: Prince Peerless, Conquer the Heavens!

Chapter 869 Luo Yan's shock

The ninth heaven!

With the opening of the ‘God’ s Cemetery ’, the eighth and seventh days of strong men rushed to one after another.

Standing on the ground and looking up at the sky, you can often see the strong people above the Xianwang realm cross the sky and fly towards the sky.

Numerous beings envy.

"There are a lot of strong!"

Two days later, Qin Wudao came to the Space Vortex of the Demon Cemetery, and looked around. He was everywhere, and he could not help feeling.

Within thousands of miles, there are at least hundreds of fairy kings, and several fairy emperors.

This is not surprising. Those who can go to the Cemetery of the Demon Cemetery are the first 1,000 forces. They have been inherited for a long time. Who has not been in the town?

Tianjiao is the future of the ethnic group.

Therefore, the strong people of all ethnic groups dispatched the immortal emperor to protect the way to avoid danger when the road was on the way.

The strong breath burst.

As a result, the vast starry sky is divided into hundreds of areas.

In each regional center, there is a strong man sitting on his legs. The light lingers, the momentum is like a mountain, building a square area.

The strong in the peripheral area is obviously weaker than the interior area.

Qin Wudao took everyone and passed through all the fields, which attracted many strong people's attention.

Many neutral ethnic groups, after seeing the human race, ignored it, and passed the default by default.

And some ethnic groups that have festivals with the human race are cold -eyed, and there are even blocked fields to not let them pass. However, these people are strongly suppressed by the ruthless emperor, vomiting blood, and suffering hardly.

After the ruthless emperor shot, the subsequent ethnic group became honest.

A fairy emperor.

It is enough to crush most ethnic groups.

There are only the first 50 ethnic groups that have the emperor martial arts.

Half an hour later.

Qin Wudao came to the space vortex.

There are only 10,000 miles, only the top ten ethnic group Tianjiao.

"Well, this seat also escorted you to your destination. The next journey can only rely on you!"

The ruthless emperor stopped and said calmly.

When the words fell, his body gradually faded and disappeared, leaving only a dignified voice, sounding in Qin Wudao's ears: "Be careful of the emperors of the Wanlian nationality, he has broken through the Da Luo Jin Wonderland!"

Da Luo Jinxian!

Qin Wudao's eyes condensed, and he was shocked.

If you remember correctly, since the birth of the emperor of the heavens, it has been less than forty years since he was born, and he actually broke through Da Luo Jinxian?

It's so scary!

"It is indeed the posture of" Chaos God "!"

In subconscious, Qin Wudao looked at the Zhu Tian Wanjun camp.

Three thousand miles away, there is a demon cloud, more than a hundred miles, a total of 1,400 vibrant Tianjiao stands.

Among the crowds, there was a young man in a golden robe, with a vague complexion, lingering the power of chaos, the momentum was terrible, suppressing the void.

If it is dominated by heaven and earth.

It seemed to notice Qin Wudao's gaze, and the youth of the Golden robe looked up.

The two of the two are in contact, the war of war is excited, and the starry sky is distorted.

After a few interests, the two sides looked back at the same time.

"It is indeed the heart of my family!"

Emperor Tian Wu said to himself, and a ray of killing flashed in his eyes, sneered.

He acknowledged that Qin Wudao was indeed powerful and qualified to be his opponent, but that's it, he could not let him be afraid.

Immediately, his eyes were slightly closed, and behind Qin Wudao's head, a person who would die, did not need to care too much.

"What a terrifying strength!"

Qin Wudao murmured, with the same cold murderous intent in his eyes.

Emperor Tianwu wanted to kill him.

Why isn't he like this?

A genius with the qualifications of a 'Chaos God and Demon' is too great a threat to the human race and must be eradicated as soon as possible.

Lu Bu, Xiang Yu, Zhao Yun and others were also looking at the geniuses around them, their eyes were shining, their fighting spirit was overwhelming, and their blood was boiling. They wanted to have a hearty battle with the geniuses present.

"Is this person the human race's 'Ziwei Emperor Star'?"

Further away, in the saint camp.

A talented man with fairy light and watery eyes was looking at Qin Wudao with a superior gaze.

Eyes like swords.

I want to see through Qin Wudao!

He is the Holy Son of the Holy Clan, Holy Taixu!

"So many strong men!"

"I like!"

In a certain station with fighting spirit rising to the sky, a young man from the War Clan with a burly body, a mysterious stick in his hand, and muscles as strong as a dragon looked directly at Qin Wudao, his eyes burning, and he swallowed hard. People who didn't know it thought that

He is looking at a stunning beauty.

This person is the young patriarch of the Zhan clan, named Zhan Huanggu.

A young man who loves fighting and worships the strong.

Apart from practicing and fighting, he has no interest in anything in the world.

"His Majesty!"

At this time, Luo Yan came forward with Gan Qian and Gan Kun and bowed respectfully.

When they met this time, the eyes of the three of them were filled with respect.

This ray of respect was not a perfunctory sign of having just surrendered to the Qin Dynasty, but came from the heart. It was obvious that the battle thirty years ago had conquered the three of them.

"Please get up!"

Qin Wudao raised his hand and looked at the three of them carefully. Although they had not broken through the Great Luo Jin Fairyland, their auras were much more powerful than thirty years ago.

This was also what he expected.

The Great Luo Jinxian is the most important hurdle in one’s cultivation career.

Crossing this hurdle is like a fish leaping over the dragon's gate!

But only a handful of creatures can successfully break through, while the vast majority of geniuses have to struggle for a long time.

Luo Yan and the others stood up and walked into the ranks of the Qin officials.

However, after standing in the team, Luo Yan's eyes were attracted by one person again, that was Zhang Sanfeng.

"What a terrifying power of destiny!"

Luo Yan's eyes narrowed, and the majestic power of destiny surged. At the same time, he pinched his fingers to deduce Zhang Sanfeng's origin.

"Little girl, it's not a good habit to pry into other people's secrets without permission!"

Zhang Sanfeng, who was standing at the front, seemed to sense something and quietly appeared behind Luo Yan and said calmly.

A majestic and extremely powerful force of destiny erupted from his body, dissipating the force of destiny mobilized by Luo Yan, sealing off the sky and earth in this area, preventing anyone from discovering him.

"What?"

Luo Yan was secretly surprised, she was discovered?

She rubbed her eyes, looked at the white-haired Taoist in front of her, and then at Zhang Sanfeng behind her, with an incredulous expression.

The true form of destiny!

The method of a seventh-level destiny master is to use the power of destiny to create a physical body to resist the backlash of Tao.

Exercising the magical power of destiny for divination, fortune telling, etc. is considered an act against heaven. Although it is not as serious as an act against heaven, if it is used too much, it will have backlash.

In order to avoid the backlash, the destiny master thought of gathering clones to specifically resist disasters and reduce their own damage.

This method really worked!

But in order to condense the true form of destiny, one must at least be a seventh-level destiny master!

"you"

Luo Yan's voice stuttered a bit when she spoke.

The slovenly old Taoist in front of me is actually a high-level destiny master?

"Eighth-level destiny master, Zhang Sanfeng!"

"Are you interested in practicing Taoism and learning Taoism from Pindao?"

Zhang Sanfeng preached.

Luo Yan, who was already shocked, heard this, his eyes widened, and his heart was filled with turmoil.

Eighth level destiny master!

"Don't rush to answer. Wait until the cemetery of gods and demons is over before giving Pindao an answer!"

Zhang Sanfeng said with a smile and returned to himself.

"Master, what's wrong?"

Gan Gan noticed the change in Luo Yan's face and asked curiously.

"It's okay!"

Luo Yan shook her head without explaining. When she looked up at Zhang Sanfeng again, something strange appeared.

Is he really an eighth-level destiny master?

(End of chapter)