Peerless Divine Emperor

Cang Yu thought he had guessed Cang Lutian's thoughts, but he could not think of it no matter how hard he tried. Cang Lutian had already been killed, and the person standing in front of him was transformed by someone else.

And Tai Sheng Zhenjun would naturally not reveal his identity. For him, it was better to delay for a while, and the rest was not important.

A cold look flashed in Cang Yu's eyes. The most urgent task was to keep Poqiong and prevent it from being taken away by others, otherwise there would be endless troubles.

"Go to Lingxiao Mountain immediately, someone stole Poqiong!" A voice sounded in Cang Yu's mind, which was a message to the other three ancestors.

After spreading this news, Cang Yu did not look at Tai Sheng Zhenjun, turned around and escaped into the void, heading towards Lingxiao Mountain.

"Where are you going, ancestor." Tai Sheng Zhenjun said, and when he spoke, he pointed his finger forward, and a terrible thundercloud appeared in the void, covering the vast space.

"Boom!"

A series of destructive thunderbolts fell from the thunderclouds, and the aura was extremely terrifying, as if it was a real thunderbolt. Even if an eighth-level figure stepped into it, he would die or be seriously injured.

Cang Yu did not slow down his pace, as if he ignored the thunderbolts falling from above. When the thunderbolts were about to fall on him, a golden armor appeared on Cang Yu's body, revealing a sacred aura, as if he had turned into a god.

"Fake divine weapon!"

Tai Sheng Zhenjun's eyes suddenly condensed. The aura released by the armor on Cang Yu's body far exceeded that of a holy weapon, and contained a trace of divine power, but it did not reach the level of a divine weapon. It was obviously a fake divine weapon.

After a brief shock, Tai Sheng Zhenjun's face quickly returned to normal.

The Cang Shen Temple has such a deep foundation that it even has divine weapons. It is not uncommon to have fake divine weapons. As the strongest person in Cang Shen Temple, Cang Yu is afraid that he has more than one fake divine weapon.

However, in a very short time, Cang Yu had left a very long distance and had long disappeared.

Tai Sheng Zhenjun had no way to deal with this. After all, Cang Yu's strength was above his, and he was rushing to Lingxiao Mountain with all his strength, so he could not stop him at all.

However, he did not stay where he was, but also went to Lingxiao Mountain. Naturally, he was going to meet up with the original body, otherwise the four ninth-level saints would besiege the original body, and the situation would be very dangerous.

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In Lingxiao Mountain, Tai Sheng Zhenjun's original body stood in front of Poqiong, and stretched out his palm forward, trying to hold Poqiong.

But Poqiong was a divine weapon, and it had long nurtured its own spiritual consciousness. It only recognized Cang Shen as its master. Only people from Cang Shen Temple could approach it by releasing Cang Shen's breath. Once other outsiders approached, it would release divine power to resist.

When Tai Sheng Zhenjun's palm was about to touch Poqiong, a powerful breath suddenly released from Poqiong. There was divine power hidden in that breath, which made Tai Sheng Zhenjun feel a strong resistance and it was difficult for him to move forward.

The aura of the Great Saint was released to the extreme, and the palm seemed to be transformed into the hand of the gods, resisting the divine power and moving forward little by little, getting closer and closer to Poqiong.

Poqiong seemed to sense the danger and began to tremble violently. Strands of extremely sharp aura were released, turning into terrible golden gun shadows to kill the body of the Great Saint.

Each gun shadow contained divine power, which could be easily wiped out even by a saint. However, the Great Saint was not an ordinary saint.

The Great Saint took a step forward, and a brilliant and sacred fairy light emanated from his body, like a real immortal. An invisible defensive barrier formed around him, as if it had merged with the heaven and earth.

When the golden gun shadows hit the barrier, there were loud rumbling sounds, and the barrier shook violently, faintly breaking apart, and those gun shadows were also resisted.

The Great Saint stared at Poqiong with his eyes, and his palm continued to move forward, getting closer to Poqiong.

Golden spear shadows burst out from the broken dome, becoming more and more powerful. Finally, with a click, the defensive barrier was torn apart by the spear shadows. Several spear shadows instantly penetrated the body of Taisheng Zhenjun, causing him to groan and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

Taisheng Zhenjun had experienced the baptism of the nine-fold heavenly thunder tribulation. His physical strength was beyond doubt, but he still couldn't withstand the attack of the magic weapon. This shows how terrifying the power of the magic weapon is.

This is just an attack released by the magic weapon on its own. If someone else controls the magic weapon to release the attack, the power will only be more terrifying, and it is not impossible to kill a ninth-level saint.

Thinking of this, Taisheng Zhenjun's determination to take away the broken dome became more determined.

If he failed, both he and Tianxuan Palace would face a catastrophe.

Immortal light continued to bloom, and a terrifying storm of the Great Dao was born in the space. Taisheng Zhenjun stood in the center of the storm, his long hair dancing wildly in the wind, his deep eyes staring at the broken sky in front of him, and the light of thunder flowed in his palm, grabbing towards the broken sky.

"Boom..."

A deafening explosion sounded, and Taisheng Zhenjun's palm penetrated through the shadows of the guns, and finally, grasped on the broken sky.

At this moment, Taisheng Zhenjun only felt an extremely powerful force spreading from his palm to his whole body, and his body trembled uncontrollably, as if he was holding not a spear, but a peerless weapon.

Even though he was a ninth-level figure, he still felt a little out of control.

After all, the master of the broken sky was Cang Shen, and only in the hands of Cang Shen would the broken sky surrender. It was not an easy task for others to make him surrender.

Thinking in this way, it was a bit unrealistic for all the forces to try their best to get the Devouring Crystal from Qin Xuan. Even if they caught Qin Xuan, they would not be able to control it without the approval of the Devouring Crystal.

At this moment, several powerful auras surged in the space not far away, and four figures came here at the same time. Three of them were the three ancestors of the Cang Temple, Cang Jing, Cang Luo and Cang Shuo, and the other one was an old acquaintance of Tai Sheng Zhenjun, Cang Zhenshi.

He heard that someone was stealing Broken Sky, so he rushed over, maybe he could help.

"Cang Lutian, what are you doing!" Cang Jing shouted at Tai Sheng Zhenjun, and the faces of the other two ancestors were also full of anger. Cang Lutian, as the master of the temple, dared to steal Broken Sky, which was a crime of aggravating the crime.

Only Cang Zhenshi said nothing. He stared at the figure in front of him, with a faint sense of familiarity, as if he had met him somewhere before.

At a certain moment, an old figure appeared in his mind, and he suddenly said in a lost voice: "He is Taisheng!"

"Taisheng!"

The expressions of Cang Jing and others all changed. That figure was not Cang Lutian, but Taisheng?

Just as they were shocked, a loud bang was heard, and Taisheng Zhenjun lifted up Poqiong, looked at Cang Zhenshi and the other four, and said calmly: "It's a pity that you are one step late."

After the voice fell, the lines on Taisheng Zhenjun's face changed, and after a moment, he returned to his original appearance. His white hair flew in the wind, and his Taoist robe swayed without wind, revealing an extraordinary demeanor.

Looking at the figure of Taisheng Zhenjun, Cang Zhenshi and others looked extremely ugly. At this moment, they had understood everything in their hearts.

Taisheng disguised himself as Qin Xuan to enter the Cang Temple, took the opportunity to kill Cang Lutian, and then disguised himself as Cang Lutian to lead Cang Yu out of Lingxiao Mountain.

The real purpose of his doing all this was to steal Poqiong.

It must be said that this plan is perfect, unless someone can recognize that Tai Sheng is a disguised one. However, with Tai Sheng's strength, who can recognize it?

This round, they lost too badly.

"You can start now." Tai Sheng Zhenjun whispered in his heart. This sentence was exactly what he said to Qin Xuan who was far away in Taihua Xianmen. Now that Broken Sky is in his hands, Taihua Xianmen has no need to exist.

"Tai Sheng, even if you get Broken Sky, what can you do? Do you think you can walk out of Cang Shen Temple?" Cang Shuo looked at Tai Sheng Zhenjun and said coldly.

There are already four of them here, and Cang Yu will be here soon. Even if Tai Sheng Zhenjun has monstrous means, don't think about walking out alive.

"You can try to see if you can stop me." Tai Sheng Zhenjun said indifferently. When his voice fell, he saw lightning surging on his body, and then a figure walked out of his body. It was the second clone of Tai Sheng Zhenjun.

"This..." Seeing this scene in front of them, Cang Shuo and the other four looked even uglier.

They actually forgot that the most powerful method of the Great Saint Master was to be able to split into three. In this way, they were equivalent to fighting three ninth-level figures.

Cang Zhenshi and Cang Luo knew the fighting power of the Great Saint Master very well. The eighth-level cultivation could compete with the ninth-level. Now that he had entered the ninth-level realm, they might not be able to stop him.

Although there were still some seventh- and eighth-level figures in the Cang Temple, the number of people did not play a big role in such a top-level battle. Even Cang Zhenshi could not play a big role.

"Great Saint, you are so brave!"

At this time, a voice with monstrous anger penetrated the space. The Great Saint Master turned his eyes and saw a ray of light coming from a distance. In just a moment, the ray of light came to Lingxiao Mountain and turned into a figure. It was naturally Cang Yu.

Not long after Cang Yu arrived, another figure came to Lingxiao Mountain. It was the clone of the Great Saint Master. He flashed and appeared beside the Great Saint Master.

If there were other people from the Cang Temple here, they would be so shocked that they would be speechless.

The four ancestors, the former temple master, and the Great Saint, all appeared here. If any one of them walked out, it would be enough to shock Zhonghangtian.

Cang Yu stared at the Great Saint with his eyes fixed, and his heart was filled with anger. He was actually played around by this old bastard. It was a great shame!