God Emperor

Luo Xu had an extraordinary friendship with Ning Xuandao, the leader of Liangyi Sect. As long as Qi Feiyu's identity as the Holy Maiden of the Demon Sect has not been exposed, it might be possible for Luo Xu to come forward and rescue Qi Feiyu.

Compared with the Luo Xu of two hundred years ago, today's Luo Xu is no longer the same in terms of cultivation and status.

If Zhang Ruochen's guess is correct and Luo Xu really went to Liang Yi Sect to save people, it means that he still has deep feelings for Lin Suxian.

So, how much pain has Senior Luo Xu suffered in the past two hundred years?

Zhang Ruochen sighed softly. For some reason, he actually saw some shadows of himself in Luo Xu.

Two people who clearly love each other cannot be together.

The enemy standing in front of Luo Xu was the leader of the Demon Sect.

The enemy standing in front of Zhang Ruochen is the even more terrifying Queen Chi Yao.

Zhang Ruochen secretly swore in his heart that he could not become the second Luo Xu no matter what, and must work hard to practice to make himself stronger.

As long as he defeats Chi Yao, all darkness can be dispelled and light can be ushered in.

"boom!"

A loud noise came from the direction of the door, waking up Zhang Ruochen who was deep in thought.

What happened?

"Bang!"

The door of the central grotto was cracked open by a punch from a man with eight arms and eight legs, and turned into more than ten pieces of rubble, which fell to the ground.

As the loud noise erupted, a strong wave of air surged in from the outside with a "wuwu" sound.

Ao Xinyan rolled up her sleeves and released a burst of holy energy, sending the incoming air waves flying back.

"Who dares to go to Wankong Cliff to cause trouble?" A descendant of the Xisheng clan stood up and scolded.

In the grotto, all the talented people from the Eastern Region showed cold expressions, obviously very dissatisfied with the sudden attack.

Who is so bold as to come here and cause trouble?

"Da da!"

In the direction of the door, four figures lined up and walked in from the outside.

Although the four of them are all in human form, they exude a very powerful aura of beasts, and their physical forms are also hugely different from those of normal people.

The monks present could naturally see that they were not human beings, but savage beasts in human form.

Zhang Ruochen looked at the four of them, his eyes fixed on the man with eight arms and eight legs, and recognized him. He was one of the thirty-six palace-protecting beast generals of the Demon Cult, Thousand-Legged Thunderbolt.

centipede eight.

It can be seen from this that the other three people should also be palace-protecting beast generals.

"Mozi, Ouyang Huan." A voice exclaimed in the crowd.

Sure enough, Ouyang Huan walked out from behind the four palace-protecting beast generals, wearing a blue robe, looking very elegant, and his eyes were quite gentle.

However, the aura emanating from his body calmed everyone present. He just stood there, but he seemed to be the center of the entire world.

"How could it be him?"

"Why did the people from the Central Region come to Wankong Cliff if they weren't in Beilong City?"

…

Ouyang Huan's name can be said to be like thunder. In front of him, any talented person will pale.

Everyone retreated one after another, all the way to the depths of the grotto, leaving a vast space.

The four palace guardian beasts all showed sneer expressions.

Centipede laughed loudly and said: "Lord Shenzi heard that the top masters of the young generation in the Eastern Region were all gathered here, so he came here in admiration. He wanted to know whether the outstanding people in the Eastern Region were worthy enough to participate in this sword discussion conference. ?”

Hearing this, all the talented people in the Eastern Region looked angry and dissatisfied.

"Such a loud tone. Do you really think you are invincible?"

"One person wants to weigh the entire Eastern Region cultivation world without weighing his own weight first?"

Before every sword discussion conference, the monks from the five major domains must compete with each other.

Taking this opportunity, we can test out who are the top masters among the monks in each domain, and also prepare in advance to avoid capsizing in the gutter during the sword discussion conference.

Ouyang Huan walked to a table, sat down, glanced around everyone, and then closed his eyes.

A palm-sized pterosaur emerged from his sleeve. He looked around for a few times, then stretched out his two paws, picked up a wine glass on the table, and started drinking.

"Ouyang Huan, you are too arrogant. Do you think that you alone can suppress the entire cultivation world in the Eastern Region?"

The Purple Wind Star Envoy from the Black Market Yipin Hall snorted coldly, picked up the dragon-headed spear, and walked towards Ouyang Huan with slow and unhurried steps.

Even within the black market, evil geniuses from different domains are fighting openly and secretly, and no one is convinced by the other.

What's more, the demon disciples of the Demon Sect actually dared to come alone to weigh in on the entire Eastern Region cultivation world. It would be difficult for any Eastern Region monk to accept such humiliation.

Ouyang Huan still had his eyes closed, without even raising his eyelids, and asked calmly: "Who are you?"

"Eastern Territory Black Market Yipintang, Purple Wind Star Envoy." Purple Wind Star Envoy said coldly.

Ouyang Huan said: "If Di Yi, the young master of the First Grade Hall of the East Territory Black Market, is still alive, after he has practiced for another ten years, he may be able to fight against me. As for you, you are still too far behind, and you are only qualified to fight against Long San."

Veins appeared on Zifeng Xingshi's face, and his heart was filled with rage.

In the Eastern Territory, who among the semi-saints would dare to look down on him like this?

"Wow!"

The Purple Wind Star envoy held the gun barrel in his hand, and suddenly, an extremely powerful purple cold air burst out, covering the entire grotto. In an instant, dragon roars came from inside the dragon-headed spear.

A purple dragon shadow that was more than ten feet long appeared, entwining the spear in the center.

In the grotto, everyone's expressions changed, and they immediately released Gang Qi to resist the surging purple cold air. Any monk who moved a step slower would have his body wrapped in a layer of frost and faint.

"What a powerful cultivation base. It is said that the Purple Wind Star Envoy's cultivation base is very close to that of a semi-saint."

"Although the Purple Wind Star Envoy is not a holy body, he is not much weaker than the holy body. Even if he reaches the semi-holy realm, he can probably challenge his opponents across the realm."

"How can he be an ordinary person to become a star envoy of the First Grade Hall of the Black Market in the Eastern Territory?"

…

"Wow!"

The Purple Wind Star Envoy's arm shook, and the dragon-headed spear quickly rotated, forming a huge vortex, and stabbed Ouyang Huan between the eyebrows.

From the beginning to the end, Ouyang Huan's expression remained unchanged and he sat calmly on the spot.

Just as the spear was about to pierce Ouyang Huan's head, a figure flashed out from beside Ouyang Huan. The man reached forward and firmly grasped the spear thrust out by the Purple Wind Star.

How fast is the Purple Wind Star Envoy? How powerful is the power that bursts out?

To be caught like this?

"How can it be?"

There was a gasp of cold air in the grotto, and many people couldn't believe their eyes.

The person who grabbed the dragon-headed spear was a man in his thirties, with a pair of three-inch-long black dragon horns on his head. He was wearing a black robe with a silver crescent mark embroidered on his back.

His arms were completely covered by black dragon scales, and each scale was covered with ink-black light. The cold air radiated suppressed the cold air on the Purple Wind Star User's body.

This person is Long San, ranked third among the thirty-six palace guardian beasts. His cultivation has reached the peak of the ninth transformation of fish and dragon, and the blood of the dragon flows in his body.

If he showed his true form, his body would be more than a thousand meters long, making him an unparalleled beast.

"It is said that almost all the Star Envoys and Young Masters of the First Grade Hall in the black market in the Eastern Territory were almost killed. I thought it was unbelievable at first. When I saw it today, I discovered the real reason. It turns out that the enemy cannot be blamed for being too strong, only that you are too weak. ." Long San smiled sarcastically.

Not far away, Centipede laughed loudly: "There is still a big gap between the first-class black market in the East Region and the first-class black market in the Central Region."

At this moment, the tip of the dragon's head spear was only half a foot away from Ouyang Huan's eyebrows.

"Bang!"

The Purple Wind Star envoy immediately circulated his holy energy, concentrated his palm power, and struck the tail of the gun shaft with one palm, causing the spear to thrust forward again.

Long San's eyes darkened, and streams of dragon energy surged out of his body. He let go of the spear with his fingers, kicked off his feet, rushed forward quickly, and struck the Purple Wind Star Envoy in the chest with his palm.

Before the spear pierced Ouyang Huan's eyebrows, Long San's palm prints had already landed on the Purple Wind Star Envoy.

"Boom!"

The Zifeng Star Envoy's chest collapsed, and a large piece of his ribs was broken. His body flew out and hit a stone pillar, and then, with a bang, he fell to the ground.

There is a defensive formation in the grotto, so even a semi-saint-level attack will have a hard time causing the grotto to collapse.

Therefore, the stone pillar only shook slightly and immediately returned to calm.

Long San's shadow overlapped everything and became solid again. He looked at his palms and smiled faintly: "A person like you dare to challenge the Son of God?"

The talented people in the Eastern Region were all frightened and stared at Long San, many of them showing fear.

Zifeng Star Envoy's talent is indeed not top-notch among the seven Star Envoys. However, he was standing at the pinnacle of the Ninth Transformation of Fish-Dragon. He had many shocking achievements. How could he be seriously injured with just one move?

How terrifying must Long San's strength be?

Chang Qiqi and Si Xingkong both took a breath of cold air. They had seen the terrifying combat power of the Purple Wind Star Envoy and could not imagine that someone could defeat such a perverted character with just one move.

The faces of the saints who were in the ninth transformation of fish and dragon in the holy courtyard became quite ugly. The power that Long San burst out was beyond their imagination.

One of Ouyang Huan's subordinates is already so strong, so wouldn't his strength be even more terrifying?

Zhang Ruochen narrowed his eyes slightly and saw some clues.

The Zifeng Star Envoy was indeed not as strong as Long San, but he could not be defeated so quickly.

The reason is that the weapon spirit of Zifeng Star's weapon is a dragon soul. When Long San held the spear, there was a black dragon energy in his hand, which poured into the spear and suppressed the dragon soul weapon spirit in the spear.

It was precisely because the Purple Wind Star Envoy did not notice in time that he was seriously injured by Long Sanyi's palm.

There were only three people at most in the entire grotto who could see this.

Long San smiled and said: "Today, we are here to tell you the fact that the land of the Eastern Territory is only the size of three states in the Central Territory. Those so-called outstanding people in the Eastern Territory are actually incomparable when they arrive in the Central Territory. hit."

"But I only know that in the past few decades, only Zhang Ruochen and Di Yi from the Eastern Region have reached the supreme realm of Tianji Realm, but I have not found such young heroes from the Central Region and the Demon Sect." A cold voice sounded, Obviously quite disdainful.

Zhang Ruochen looked towards the direction where the sound came from and stared at Huang Yanchen.

The words just now were spoken by her.

(I saw many book friends asking this question, so I would like to make a note. People in the religion claim to be a divine religion, but outsiders call them a demonic religion. The same goes for "sons of god" and "sons of devil".)

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