My Master is Super Strong But Too Steady

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King Longyao is dead?

Everyone's eyes widened in disbelief, their backs were cold, and they were horrified.

That is a real holy king. He couldn't even block a move, and his head was beheaded, shattering his soul, and not even a trace of his true spirit could escape!

They were all wondering, what level of treasure is the gourd in Lu Ya's hand?

Ye Chen nodded with satisfaction, the power of this Immortal Slaying Gourd finally did not disappoint him.

He doesn't know how the Immortal Slaying Gourd in the Great Wilderness is refined. Anyway, his gourd was picked from the chaotic gourd vine. That's it. It needs to consume energy to activate the Immortal Slaying Flying Knife, which can immobilize the enemy. The divine soul, capable of slaying immortals and destroying gods.

If Ye Chen was motivated by his energy at this time, killing the Holy King would only consume about 10% of his energy, and his Hongmeng Taoist body could instantly make up for the consumption, which was equivalent to not having any effect on him.

Even against the Great Sage, Ye Chen has certain confidence that he can behead him!

King Pengcheng's heart was beating wildly, he raised his hand to tear open the void, his figure submerged in it, turned into a vast space fluctuation and quickly went away, and in the blink of an eye, he was thousands of miles away.

When the purple and yellow gourd beheaded the holy king Longyao, he also felt an unprecedented sense of crisis. If the gourd locked him, he felt that he might end up like the holy king Longyao.

In the face of such a peerless murderer he had never encountered before, King Pengcheng couldn't even take back his life's magic weapon.

The unparalleled giant at the peak of the holy king of the ancient Peng clan actually escaped?

Many powerhouses hidden in the void were a little stunned, but thinking of the scene of the death of King Longyao just now, they all expressed a deep understanding of King Pengcheng.

When encountering such an unparalleled murderer as Kunlun Lu Ya, King Pengcheng is just like a little chicken, doesn't he escape and wait to die?

Not only Saint King Pengcheng, but other powerhouses hidden in the starry sky are all terrified, some are using secret techniques to escape, and some are hiding in the depths of the void to block their breath with secret techniques, all trying their best to protect themselves.

At this time, most of the powerhouses are full of remorse. They covet the dao fruit of the congenital dao fetus. What kind of ruthless person is this provoked?

Ye Chen glanced at Sage King Pengcheng who had escaped 30 million miles away, and a murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

Since he dares to take action, he must be prepared to be beheaded. Does this guy still want to escape?

Ye Chen just played against them, and he was just trying out new magical treasures, otherwise how could they be allowed to jump around for so long?

Ye Chen's figure disappeared in a flash, and appeared 30 million miles away in the next moment, holding the immortal gourd in his palm and bowing slightly: "Please turn around, baby!"

Saint King Pengcheng was hurrying at full speed in the depths of the void, and suddenly heard this familiar voice coming from the front, and he was so frightened that he was so frightened that a feather emitting a red-golden light instantly appeared between his eyebrows, exuding a vastness. The rhyme of Shengwei Dao, wrapping his soul in it.

This is a feather that has been cultivated for thousands of years by a senior of the ancient Peng tribe. It has a miraculous effect in protecting the soul. The moment Saint King Pengcheng heard Ye Chen's voice, he sacrificed this great holy feather.

However, just after all this was done, the spirit of Saint King Pengcheng was fixed by the sword, and his consciousness fell into a coma.

"brush!"

The Flying Sword of Immortal Slaying appeared out of thin air on the top of King Pengcheng's head, and circled around his head three times. A bird's head the size of 10,000 zhang fell out from the depths of the void, and the headless body of King Pengcheng lay on the ground. In the dead starry sky, the holy blood flows like a river.

The ten thousand-year-old feather in the heart of King Pengcheng's eyebrows was intact as before, but it did not play any role.

It's just that the Flying Sword of Immortal Slaying seems to be in a different time and space from this ten thousand year feather, ignoring the divine soul defense of the ten thousand year feather, and forcibly beheaded the holy king of Pengcheng!

Yu Ling's heart surged when he saw it, killing the Holy King was like killing a dog, Master is so powerful!

Ye Chen held the Immortal Slaying Gourd in his palm, stepped on the void, and instantly appeared in another void tens of millions of miles away.

"Buzz!"

A red-haired and red-browed old man suddenly appeared in the void, exuding the vast coercion unique to the Holy King, and his aura was no weaker than the dead Holy King Longyao.

This person saw Ye Chen appearing in front of him, knowing that his trace had been exposed, he looked at Ye Chen with fear, and said solemnly: "Fellow Daoist, the old Sacred King Chi Yuan, from the ancient Chi family! The old man is only in the Watching the ceremony, I have no intention of becoming an enemy of fellow Daoists, and I have never taken action from the beginning to the end! If there is any offense, the old man is willing to offer a heavy treasure to apologize!"

"It's a guy who knows the current affairs, but unfortunately, the hostility you just gave to the little apprentice was sensed by Pindao, and you just wanted to take advantage of the fisherman by hiding in the dark, so you can't keep it."

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Ye Chen shook his head gently, and bowed slightly towards the Zhanxian Gourd in his palm: "Please turn around, baby!"

The face of the Sage King Chiyuan changed greatly, and a crimson pagoda with immeasurable sacred power rushed out of his eyebrows, shrouding himself in it, and his figure instantly retreated millions of miles.

In the next quarter of an hour, the figure of the Holy King Chiyuan froze in place, and his soul fell into a coma.

"brush!"

The Immortal Slaying Flying Knife appeared on top of Sacred King Chiyuan's head, revolved around his head for three times, chopped off his head, and blood flowed.

The third holy king has fallen!

Ye Chen didn't hold back, the figure of the puppet incarnated from time to time flashed all over the dead starry sky, and a sound of light and wind sounded all over the dead starry sky: "Please turn around, baby!" "Please turn around, baby!" "Please baby. Turn around!"...

As these voices sounded, the Flying Sword of Immortal Slaying continued to light up everywhere in the dead starry sky, like a god of death taking the lives of saints or venerables.

Whether it is hiding in the depths of the void, using secret methods to escape to distant places, or burning life force desperately, as long as they have any hostility to Yu Ling, they will not be able to escape the slaughter of the Immortal Slaying Sword.

These are the ancestors of many forces in the world. To deal with these guys, a treasure can solve it, and try not to expose more trump cards.

To solve them, the Immortal Slaying Flying Knife is enough!

In a few breaths, five saints and twelve Dao Slaying Realm Venerables have fallen under the Immortal Slaying Flying Knife one after another, and everyone who killed them was horrified.

Even though there are still many saints alive, they have no desire to work hard.

Even the Holy King was killed in seconds, what are they fighting for?

"Fellow Daoist forgive me!"

"I know I'm wrong! From now on, I will never dare to play the idea of ​​congenital Dao fetus again, and I hope fellow Daoists will be merciful!"

"Do you really want to be the enemy of many emperors from all walks of life?"

"Fellow Daoist Lu, this old man came here just to open his eyes, and he never dared to think of a congenital dao fetus. Please enlighten your fellow Daoist!"

...

For a while, some people begged for mercy in fear, and some people threatened with sternness and inner anger. Where can there be a half-point of majesty?

"Poor Daoists have their own judgments, all those who have ever had a coveted heart for the little apprentice will be punished!" Ye Chen's indifferent voice sounded in everyone's ears, and many people could not help but breathe a sigh of relief, but there were more strong voices. The person's face changed greatly and fled further away.

"Please turn around baby!"

"Please turn around baby!"

"Please turn around baby!"

...

Accompanied by the sound of a clear drink, the heads were laid out, and the entire starry sky was completely dyed red with blood, and the blood turned into a blood-colored starry sky.

Two saints escaped to the nearby great world, but they still could not escape Ye Chen's pursuit, and they also died tragically under the flying knife.

Not long after, the war ended.

The surviving monks were all lucky, and there was a lingering look on their faces.

In this battle, three sage kings, nine sages, 24 sages of the Taoist realm, and five dao masters who wanted to fish in troubled waters fell.

A surviving saint asked fearfully, "Dare to ask your friend, what is the name of this treasure?"

"Flying Sword of Immortal Slaying!"

Ye Chen Yun said a name lightly, and disappeared with Yu Ling in place.

"Immortal Slaying Flying Knife? Could it really be possible to kill an immortal?" The sage's face was full of horror, and his voice sounded like a dream.