King of the Fairy City

The conversation between the two was strange and inexplicable.

Everyone in Daoyan City who was close was stunned, with some disbelief in their eyes. Ye Mo and Zipeng Emperor Yin Mufeng seemed to...know each other?

However, how is it possible? One of these two people is the last emperor of the Kunpeng Divine Sect, and the other is one of the strongest people in the god-transformation stage in the world. There is no way to connect these two people, even though they are both excellent and terrifying. .

"At first I thought you were Ye Chen, but I didn't expect it to be you."

Yin Mufeng's eyes flashed.

The first thing he said when they met just now was something he thought of on the spur of the moment and then asked because when he saw Ye Mo, he found that he looked too much like Ye Chen back then, so he thought of deceiving him.

However, what he didn't expect was that something happened, and this Ye Mo turned out to be Ye Chen from back then.

"I didn't expect it to be you either."

Ye Mo sighed and looked at Yin Mufeng with complex eyes.

He naturally understood the meaning of Yin Mufeng's words, but he had no intention of denying it and simply admitted it.

"Should I call you Ye Chen? Or Ye Mo?"

Yin Mufeng put his hands behind his back, and a faint smile appeared on his indifferent face.

"Should I call you Yin Mufeng, or... Yan Han?"

Ye Mo also said the same.

Yin Mufeng curled his lips, turned his eyes to Ji Shengxiang, and then looked at the core. There were a lot of terrifying and boundless auras stirring there. If it hadn't been built with all the efforts of the emperors and masters of all generations, it would have collapsed long ago.

"After you have realized this, leave quickly and protect Xi'er. I'll have a drink with you one day."

Yin Mufeng nodded to Ye Mo.

Ye Mo didn't say much, just nodded, then closed his eyes, and continued to comprehend the past insights of Emperor Youshen.

Then, Yin Mufeng's eyes turned again and fell on the quasi-kings of the Kunpeng Divine Sect, making their scalps numb, their hearts chilling, and they couldn't help but tremble.

"His Majesty……"

The voices of all kings are trembling.

Fortunately, Yin Mufeng didn't seem to have any intention of taking action. Or, he held back, and the light flew around his body, and his figure disappeared in a flash, rushing towards the core.

Seeing Yin Mufeng leave, Zhu Zhunwang breathed a sigh of relief. He felt a chill on his back, and then realized that cold sweat had covered his back.

Although they were all quasi-kings and had thought of being on par with figures like the Three Emperors and Three Sovereigns, the moment Yin Mufeng appeared, there was only fear left in their hearts.

Deeper in my understanding, here is a pitch black place where I can't see my fingers. The top of my head, my feet, and all directions are in darkness and drowsiness. It's dead and silent. I can't see anything, not even light. It makes people feel like even the soul can't see. Be silent here.

The colorful cloud barrier is flowing with colorful light, and the divine light is layered on top of each other, turning into a circular shield to protect Yin Mufeng on the cloud barrier.

According to the memory, Yin Mufeng's speed exploded to the maximum, like a fleeting light, stars were shooting in the rainbow, and he moved forward at a high speed. In less than half an hour, he saw a misty light, a chaotic aura and a crazy storm.

As I got closer, I could really see clearly. In the boundless darkness, there was a five-color altar like a hill. The altar looked very old, full of vicissitudes of time and ancient meanings, but it was not broken, and there was no spiritual pressure or breath flowing out. Come out and look ordinary.

Around the altar, a group of powerful people from various forces have gathered.

Among them, the four native tribes in the Kyushu world barely formed a big force, and the other side was naturally the Kunpeng Shenzong.

Although the Kunpeng Shenzong seems to be a bit lonely as a force, in fact, from the most basic numerical point of view, they are not inferior at all, and even have an advantage.

For example, in the Human Tribe, the top princes have seven lines, among which the most terrifying and prominent is the lineage of the Secret King.

There are the old generation of secret kings, the previous generation of secret kings, the current generation of secret kings, and the new generation of secret kings, a total of four generations of secret kings!

If it were in the past, there would never have been so many generations of princes in the world at the same time, but who made the passage to the fairy world closed? The most powerful person at the peak cannot overcome the catastrophe and ascend, so he can only continue to stay in this world. Find a way to survive.

Unfortunately, most people don't live very long.

The most powerful people in the human race generally have a lifespan of about five thousand years. When the end is approaching, many of them are unable to escape the power of time. They eventually fall and completely disappear from this world, or they are reincarnated. However, there are also accidents along the way. , and eventually disappeared completely.

If this is not the case, I am afraid that ten generations of princes belong to the same lineage and are now alive. It is not impossible for such a thing to happen. After all, the passage to the immortal world has blocked the road to becoming an immortal. They must either survive the tribulation and perish, or wait for the end of time to fall and be reincarnated. Without any accidents, there are only a very few who can escape the sanction of time.

Even so, the appearance of the four generations of secret kings still shocked many people.

The lineage of the Secret King is like this, and the lineage of other princes will naturally not be too different. Although there are no very ancient princes, there are princes from the previous generation and princes from the current generation. This is normal.

You must know that there are twenty princely families in the Human Tribe alone, among which there are seven top princely families. Each family has at least two generations of princes alive, and some have more than that. This adds up to about forty people.

There are also the Spirit Tribe, Monster Tribe, and Ghost Tribe. Although there are not that many princes, each line has second-generation princes, and each line has nearly ten princes. This adds up to about sixty princes. .

In addition, there are some supreme masters who have no power but only status, such as eunuchs, hidden supreme masters, and the three giant sects of the original Immortal City Alliance that had previously defected to Kunpeng Divine Sect.

All together, there are more than a hundred supreme masters, and this number is enough to scare countless creatures in the world.

The supreme masters of the Jiuzhou forces are not so many, and the quality is also lacking. In fact, they are weaker than Kunpeng Divine Sect.

Even so, it is also amazing, not without a fight.

However, everyone present knows that the real winner is not the supreme master, but the human immortal.

The four tribes of Jiuzhou naturally do not believe that there is no human immortal in Kunpeng Divine Sect and will set up such a trap to kill them. However, even if they know it, there is no way. Except for the existence of a suspected human immortal in the Immortal City Alliance a few years ago, other forces have at most close to human immortals, but they are far from the level of human immortals.

Nearly 200 supreme masters, each with a deep breath like the abyss, and a majestic spiritual pressure that covered the sky, making this place extremely violent. It is difficult for anyone below the supreme master to approach.

On the altar, four square, simple and majestic purple-gold talismans were suspended in the void, floating up and down, and the noble purple-gold light was flowing, hazy but dazzling.

Below the four talismans, a gap the size of a human head opened on the ground of the altar, in which lay quietly an extremely small and exquisite golden seal, emitting an inexplicable aura, which was connected to this altar, the divine treasure, and even the Imperial Palace.

There is no doubt that this is the emperor's seal of the headmaster.

Many creatures at the level of the supreme master glanced over there from time to time, their eyes flashed with amazing heat, and then looked at the other party coldly.

Suddenly, many creatures turned their heads and looked outside the core, only to see a seven-color rainbow light dragging a long rainbow tail light, on which stood a person, with a white robe as white as snow and a red cape as red as blood, fluttering.

That rather delicate face was full of indifference, and the corners of his eyebrows were as sharp as swords.

"This is... Cai Lian Yun Zhan, it's your majesty!"

"Zi Peng Emperor Yin Mufeng! Finally here!"

"Where is the treasure king? Why didn't the treasure king come? Well... it seems that Yin Mufeng has made a choice."

The kings of Kunpeng Divine Sect were the first to recognize Yin Mufeng, and their expressions were uncertain, some indifferent, some cruel, and some regretful.

Relatively speaking, many people in Kunpeng Divine Sect still hope that Zi Peng Emperor can return to Kunpeng Divine Sect and continue to be the headmaster. After all, Zi Peng Emperor is too amazing in all aspects, and can be called the most stunning emperor in the history of Kunpeng Divine Sect.

Unfortunately, different paths do not allow us to make plans together.

Yin Mufeng didn't agree with them back then, and now, Yin Mufeng still doesn't agree with them, and the two sides stand on opposite sides.

Although the people of Kunpeng Divine Sect whispered, the various forces in Jiuzhou still heard a lot. A ghost sneered: "Your emperor is back, why don't you go to greet him?"

"He is no longer the head of the Divine Sect."

The contemporary Dharma King Lan Tianyu said lightly, and then his eyes fixed, saying: "Instead of caring about the affairs of my Divine Sect, you might as well care about your own situation."

"Our situation..."

The ghost's voice stagnated, and his expression became gloomy.

The undefeated war king Ling Jiushu's eyes always stayed on Yin Mufeng who was stepping on the colorful cloud barrier, and said from a distance: "Yin Mufeng, you are no longer the head of the Divine Sect, what are you doing back this time."

"Destroy you, destroy the Divine Sect."

Yin Mufeng said in a cold voice without a trace of emotion.

"Do you think it's still your era now?"

The divine spear in Ling Jiushu's hand trembled slightly, and murderous intent surged in the depths of his eyes.

"No, but it won't be your era either."

Yin Mufeng came to the outside of the altar, came down from the cloud barrier, and put it into his sleeves. "Besides, even if it's not my era, I still have more than enough to destroy you. I know that many of you think you are no worse than me. The only difference is whether you have entered the human immortal realm. It doesn't matter. You will know if you try it."

"Arrogant, without human immortal cultivation, without the Purple Extreme Boxing Gloves, and without the Taihuang Tower, what can you use to destroy us?"

Ling Jiushu laughed loudly, and suddenly stretched out his hand to point at Yin Mufeng and the various forces in the Jiuzhou world. The voice shook the ten directions: "The Hunshi Kunpeng Killing Formation, rise!"

Boom!

The heaven and earth shook violently, and in the boundless and empty nothingness, a hurricane suddenly rose out of thin air, as fierce as a ghost's howl, and even permeated with bursts of gray air, covering the sky and rolling in, instantly enveloping everyone here.

The gray gas rolled violently, like boiling water, and a mysterious force that covered the sky and the earth shrouded everyone's head. Then, faintly, a tiny golden light appeared in the gray gas, thinner than a hair, but very brilliant.

"The Hunshi Kunpeng Killing Formation, the first of the three great killing formations of the Divine Sect, you really spent a lot of money, but unfortunately... I don't know if I know a thing or two about the formation?"

Yin Mufeng's voice was indifferent, looking at this great killing formation that exuded terrifying murderous intent, his heart was a little complicated.

"This killing formation is not meant for you. What if you know about it? Without the cultivation of the past, you can't break it!"

Ling Jiushu laughed, blocked the divine spear and pointed at many powerful people in Jiuzhou, and shouted: "Kill!"

Boom!

Nearly two hundred powerful people all burst out at this moment, all kinds of magic weapons, all kinds of magical powers, suddenly blasted out, and in just a moment, this place was submerged by infinite divine light.

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