My Brothers Are Geniuses While I’m The Useless One

Ye Moxuan's whole body was shaken and he flew backwards. When he stabilized his body, he saw a blood streak across his chest from his left shoulder. In a moment, half of his body was dyed red with blood.

"You, how could you have such strength!" Ye Moxuan looked down at the wound, then looked up at Ye Yunji, and said in disbelief.

Calculating the time, Ye Yunji would only be able to return to the Supreme Heaven for a hundred years at most. No matter how outstanding his talent was, he would only be promoted to Taoist Saint at most. How could he have a strength stronger than his own? You must know that as early as tens of thousands of years ago, he was already a strong man in the Taoist realm.

"In this world, there is a place called the Jie Dao Heavenly Domain." Ye Yunji said.

"What, you went to the Jie Dao Heavenly Domain!" Ye Moxuan exclaimed.

The so-called Tribulation Dao Heavenly Domain has been the first forbidden land in the Supreme Heaven since ancient times. The four directions of tribulation suppressed by the Four Saints of Heaven refer to the tribulation path heaven domain.

That is a place of death that even the Emperor of Heaven would not dare to set foot in easily.

No wonder Ye Yunji has gained such strength in just a hundred years. It turns out that he went to the Tribulation Dao Heaven Realm!

"That sword just now was given to you by my grandfather, and this sword was given to you by my father!" Ye Yunji looked at Ye Yangxuan indifferently, and struck out with another sword.

Ye Moxuan suppressed his injury and raised his sword again, but his face was pale and his eyes were full of fear...

Outside the realm of reincarnation, Pang Shidao and Ning Qingsi blocked the crack and finally let out a long sigh of relief.

Han Tianxing's face was ashen, and the proud look on his face had long since disappeared.

"Han Tianxing, I know you have always been dissatisfied with me. Today, I will give you one last chance and a dignified way to die. Take action." Ye Lishang pressed the hilt of his sword and said.

Although they eventually parted ways, the two had lived and died side by side in the past. If possible, he would not want to meet Han Tianxing Dao Ge, but when Emperor Lingxu fell, Han Tianxing was also one of the culprits.

No matter what, he couldn't let him live. The only thing he could do was to let him die with more dignity.

The momentum of the Dao Sage Realm was surging, and Ye Lishang's hale figure was like a majestic mountain.

This high mountain trampled Han Tianxing under his feet tens of thousands of years ago, and it is still insurmountable tens of thousands of years later.

Han Tianxing looked at him in despair and weakly pulled out his sword.

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In the realm of reincarnation, Emperor Haokong was also in despair.

For tens of thousands of years, he had imagined more than once what would happen if the emperor's daughter returned to the Supreme Heaven one day.

Perhaps, before she could make her mark, she would die at the hands of the Seven Heavenly Guards of the Big Dipper, and there would be no chance of meeting her in the end. This was of course the best outcome.

Perhaps, in the end, she will be able to achieve perfection, and a life-and-death battle will inevitably occur between the two. But with his tens of thousands of years of hard work, it shouldn't be difficult to kill him. The result is not very good, but not too bad either.

Perhaps, he had become a big trouble because of his indiscretion, and finally died in her hands. This is of course the worst outcome and the outcome he fears most.

In short, Haokong thought of many possibilities, but he never imagined that he would be in such an embarrassing situation when the moment of confrontation came.

Not only had to resist Gu Fenghua's violent attack like a storm, but also the majestic power of reincarnation. The Tao Qi in his body kept passing away, and he had no time to recover, so he could only fly back and dodge desperately.

The golden crown of the Emperor of Heaven on his head had long since disappeared, and his long hair was draped over his shoulders like weeds. The imperial robes embroidered with gold-rimmed cloud patterns, sun, moon and stars were also torn by the surging sword energy. At this time, Haokong still had no trace of the majesty of the Emperor of Heaven. He was as embarrassed as a desolate dog.