Fantasy: The opening saint Laozu

“It’s a pity… It’s a pity…”

Ye Chen’s eyes showed a touch of melancholy, although these fellow disciples had no intersection with him, but after all, they were brothers of the same disciple, Dong Wu Qi said indifferently

“The Holy Son does not need to feel melancholy, my generation asks, life and death, unless I become the supreme existence between heaven and earth, my fate will never be mine…”

“Inquirer, live and die. Fate…”

Ye Feng muttered, with a wry smile on his face, and then stopped speaking.

Ten days passed slowly, and at this time, the ancient tomb world had turned into a hell on earth, the earth had been scorched by thunder, the corpses of countless cultivators had even been roasted to ashes, and the earth was full of broken magic weapons.

As the thunderclouds gradually receded, the roar gradually ended… There were only more than 10,000 young cultivators in the ancient tomb world at this time.

The thunder around the suspended three treasures above the firmament also faded, and countless lights stared at it in an instant.

After the baptism of terrifying thunder, almost all of the remaining young cultivators were at the level of Tianjiao! For a while, the atmosphere was extremely depressing, but no one took the treasure first, after all, no one wanted to be the first to be targeted by all Tianjiao.

In this way, as time gradually passed, there was finally a young Tianjiao who couldn’t bear it.

This is a peak powerhouse with two swords, and I don’t know which Daoist Saint Son, his body turned into an afterimage and rushed towards the Great Emperor inheritance.

It is about to take three supreme treasures into his hands. A dazzling sword light suddenly burst through the air! The mighty wind surged in all directions, and the sound of breaking the sky whined!

Bang!!

The huge force violently tore the Tianjiao who wanted to seize the inheritance into pieces, and blood spilled all over the sky.

“This treasure belongs to me! Wait and step down! ”

At this time, a round of the sun rose in the sky, and I saw a young man covered in golden armor stepping into the air, and his powerful aura filled all directions!

“Speak loudly! The Great Emperor Chance should belong to my Feather Sect!” ”

Another huge aura slowly spread, and with the furious wind in the sky, the two directly entangled together!

“The Great Emperor inherits the capable and obtains it! Get out of the way, otherwise don’t blame Lao Tzu for being ruthless under the sword! ”

“Damn, who do you call Laozi to? Is there a upbringing? What kind of holy place would have a wild dog like you!? ”

“Two coarse people, get out! Otherwise, Ben Gongzi is ruthless under the sword! ”

“Ants dare to be arrogant here?”

“The light of fireflies also dares to compete with Haoyue! Get out of the way…… This legacy belongs to me! ”

“A group of waste is really a lot of words, directly under the hand to see the real chapter!”

Bang!!!

Bang!!

Oh….

Quarrels, curses, fights! From time to time, blood splattered all over the sky, and screams rang out from time to time….

“Holy Son, do we need to strike?”

Dong Wuqi said to Ye Chen, who shook his head and spoke

“Don’t be in a hurry, the emperors of those three sects haven’t made a move yet.”

“Yes, Holy Son.”

Dong Wuqi looked at the direction of the three sects, and since Ye Chen couldn’t say anything, he also closed his eyes and cultivated.

The firmament was miserable, and as time went on, less than five thousand people remained. The stump was scattered on the earth, and the smell of blood filled the surroundings.

Seeing that everything was similar, the emperor of the Three Great Dao Dynasty slowly got up, and a terrifying aura began to pervade.

The three emperors led hundreds of Tianjiao to rush into the sky, and the long sword in Mo Chen’s hand slowly moved, and he drank coldly

“This thing belongs to my three sects, Ru wait and retreat!”

“Three cases? Three sects are something! The great emperor chances, the able dwell! ”

A burly young man with half-step magical realm said coldly, looking at the ink marks with disdain, in his opinion, any emperor is nothing more than a chicken and a dog!

But he did have this strength, and as his voice fell, Ink Mark glanced up at the burly boy, and

said in a soft tone

“Really? Then take me a sword. ”

As the sound of ink marks fell, he slowly walked into the burly young man, and the long sword in his hand gently cut out.

This sword is very plain, even weak! But the burly boy’s pupils contracted, and he saw a thousand swords slashing towards him!

“Silver Moon Slash!”

The burly boy burst out with momentum, and the axe in his hand danced wildly, but it had no effect at all, and the ink-marked sword cut his axe like cutting tofu, and then directly cut the burly boy’s body into several segments.

“No… No! ”

Blood splattered, countless minced meat fell from the air, and the screams of the burly boy still echoed in the air.

In an instant, heaven and earth fell silent!

Countless Tianjiao felt cold sweat on their foreheads, and the sword of the ink mark completely shocked them!

“It’s terrible!”

“This power is only possessed by the Divine Power Realm, right?”

“But he… It’s just a half-step magical realm! ”

Countless Tianjiao stopped competing for the inheritance of the Great Emperor, they were afraid… Just one ink mark is so terrifying, if the other two emperors make a move, will they have a chance to compete for this great emperor inheritance?

“But there are still disobediences?”

The ink mark looked down at a group of Tianjiao, and his tone was extremely arrogant and domineering.

For a time, thousands of Tianjiao did not dare to step forward half a step.

“Holy Son, shall we do it?”

The settled Dong Wu Qi had woken up at this time, and he stared at the ink marks above the firmament, and his eyes showed a strong fighting intent.

“Okay, today you and I will fight these three emperors!”

The long sword in Ye Chen’s hand moved, his body moved, and the sword qi rolled up the wind! Thundered!!

With the explosion in the air, he rushed into the sky with one person and one sword first, and the whole person was like riding in the air.

“This thing, my Purple Void Sect wants it!”

Ye Chen’s voice echoed between heaven and earth, and it was very calm.

“Purple Void Sect?!”

“Now there’s a good show! A hundred years ago, the Purple Void Old Ancestor suppressed the three sects and a half emperor, and today the Purple Void Saint Son is going to create another myth? ”

“Hmph! These three sects acted in a flying manner, and Lao Tzu had long been unaccustomed to it! ”

A group of Tianjiao stared at Ye Chen’s figure and discussed.

“You are the Holy Son of the Purple Void Sect?”

The ink marks looked at Ye Chen with murderous eyes, and there was Senran in his tone.

“Exactly!”

Ye Chen replied with words like gold.

“Stand down, or the three swords, I will cut you!” The sound of the ink marks echoed in all directions, and the sword qi swept around him.

“Oh? Is it… That’s what I thought. ”

Ye Chen’s long sword moved, and his momentum completely climbed to the peak, and he competed with the coercion of the ink marks.

“So powerful! The Purple Void Saint Son is definitely not weaker than this Heavenly Sword Saint Sect Emperor! ”

A voice sounded in Tianjiao.