Peerless Divine Emperor

Even though Yexu Zhenren was filled with rage, he could only suppress it temporarily and resist Taisheng Zhenjun, and then investigate Lingxu Zhenren's guilt.

I saw that the infinite Daoist thoughts were surging in Yexu Zhenren's body, and his long white hair danced wildly in the wind like a sharp sword. Many phantoms of the Great Dao separated from his body and stood in various directions of the void. Each phantom of the Great Dao was filled with strong thunder and lightning, like the god of thunder, mighty and powerful.

"Kill." Yexu Zhenren shouted loudly, and many phantoms of the Great Dao also shouted at the same time, and then they raised their fists and blasted out. In an instant, countless terrifying lightnings pierced through the space and blasted towards Taisheng Zhenjun's body with the power of destroying everything.

Thousands of lightnings ignored all distances and descended on the space where Taisheng Zhenjun was in an instant, as if to bury him completely.

The eyes of the Great Saint were still calm as before. With a thought, two figures appeared in his body. Each figure was the Great Saint, and they were extremely real. The aura on his body was extremely powerful, as if they were all his original body.

"Heavenly Thunder Transformed into Shadow!" When Ye Xu Zhenren saw the three figures, his eyes became extremely solemn. He had dealt with the Great Saint for many years, so he naturally knew what his opponent's strongest means was, which was this Heavenly Thunder Transformed into Shadow.

Being able to transform into two clones, what was even more terrifying was that the two clones had independent consciousness, just like real people. Although their strength was weaker than the original body, their cultivation was equivalent to that of the original body, and they were all eighth-level saints.

The reason why the Great Saint was able to compete with the ninth-level figures was because of this Heavenly Thunder Transformed into Shadow.

Imagine if three eighth-level figures attacked at the same time, even the ninth-level existence would feel very difficult. Of course, the ninth-level existence with the top strength could suppress them, but in Zhongxingtian, except for the Cangshen Temple, no force had such a ninth-level figure.

In other words, unless a ninth-rank figure from the Cang Temple takes action, almost no one can stop the Great Saint.

Three figures of the Great Saint shot out in different directions at an extremely fast speed. The three figures simultaneously used different magical attacks to blast away all the lightning that came to kill.

However, this has not stopped yet. The three figures disappeared from the spot, and the next moment they appeared around Ye Xu Zhenren, causing Ye Xu Zhenren's expression to suddenly change, and a sense of foreboding came into his heart.

The three palms slapped out at the same time, and a series of terrifying thunder palm prints fell down like a sacred mountain, causing this piece of space to tremble, and then it continued to crack, and countless terrible cracks appeared in the void, sweeping towards Ye Xu Zhenren frantically.

Ye Xu Zhenren felt a great pressure at this moment, and his face was quite ugly. One Great Saint Zhenjun was enough to give him a headache. If three of them came together, how could he be their opponent?

As soon as his mind moved, a silver spear appeared in his hand, and an extremely powerful spiritual power wave emanated from the spear body. It was actually a top-grade holy weapon.

This level of holy weapon, even in Taihua Immortal Sect, is a rare treasure. As the great elder, Ye Xu Zhenren is naturally qualified to own it.

Ye Xu Zhenren held the spear with both hands, swung the spear body, and countless dazzling spear lights were released, illuminating the world and falling on the figures of the three Tai Sheng Zhenjuns, colliding violently with the power of the Great Dao, making a hissing sound, as if to break the defense of the three people.

"Bang." The three Tai Sheng Zhenjuns took a step forward at the same time, and their power became stronger. They said, "You designed to trap me for fifty years, and today I will give you fifty punches."

As soon as the voice fell, the three Tai Sheng Zhenjuns punched out with their fists at the same time, and fifty fist lights burst out in the space. Almost in an instant, the fist lights penetrated the power of the Great Dao around Ye Xu Zhenren and continuously bombarded his body.

"Bang..." With a loud noise, Yexu Zhenren's body was shaken away, and a mouthful of blood spit out from his mouth. His face was as pale as paper, and his aura weakened at an alarming speed, as if he had aged dozens of years in an instant.

At this time, the figures of the three Taisheng Zhenjuns merged into one, and his aura also fluctuated violently. Although he injured Yexu, he also used a lot of strength and forcibly endured many powerful attacks. It was not as easy as it seemed on the surface.

In the distant void, Yexu Zhenren hunched his body and kept spitting blood from his mouth, as if he had suffered a very serious injury. I am afraid that he would not be able to recover without hundreds of years.

He raised his head and looked at the figure of Taisheng Zhenjun, his eyes looked extremely gloomy, and he said coldly: "Are you satisfied now?"

"Since you have received fifty punches from me, then the past things will be written off. If the people of Taisheng Xianmen still target Leiyuan Palace, don't blame me for coming to ask for advice again." Taisheng Zhenjun said lightly.

When Master Yexu heard this, his expression was extremely cold. Was he threatening him?

Just because of his words, Taihua Immortal Sect could no longer target Leiyuan Palace. It was too arrogant!

"Do you really think that Taihua Immortal Sect can't do anything to you?" Master Yexu said in a cold tone. In addition to him, Taihua Immortal Sect also had three eighth-level and one ninth-level figures. If they went out together, it would not be impossible to capture Master Taisheng.

"You can try. If you can really keep me, I am willing to die." Master Taisheng looked at Master Yexu and said, his tone was still indifferent, as if he was full of confidence.

Master Yexu stared at Master Taihua. At this moment, he really wanted to kill him. He wanted to summon the other four people to keep Master Taisheng here forever to prevent future troubles.

However, at this moment, a voice seemed to come out of nothingness: "Ye Xu, let him go."

Ye Xu was stunned when he heard this voice, and then a touch of shock appeared in his eyes. He naturally knew whose voice it was.

The only ninth-level figure, the real ancestor of Taihua Xianmen.

He actually agreed to let Taisheng Zhenjun leave.

He didn't understand why.

Taisheng Zhenjun naturally heard the voice, looked at Ye Xu and said lightly: "If those people come out today, I will not take revenge today, but fight to the death. Do you want Taihua Xianmen to be reduced to ruins?"

Ye Xu's pupils suddenly contracted, and finally understood what the ancestor meant.

Indeed, they have a great chance to keep Taisheng together, but Taisheng will not have any scruples at that time. Anyway, they will die, so they will naturally let go and kill. I don't know how many younger generations will fall.

In order to kill an eighth-level figure, such a huge sacrifice is obviously not worth it.

Moreover, in the eyes of the ancestor, today was just a grudge between the Grand Saint and him. Now that the grudge has been resolved, if it continues to be entangled, it will only be detrimental to the Taihua Immortal Sect.

He was extremely unwilling to think of this, but he also knew that the matter could only end here. After all, the ancestor was unwilling to take action, and he alone had no way to deal with the Grand Saint!