Super Field Energy Controller

"Not bad Dao Heart..." Yang Fan's eyes flashed with a strange color, and the invisible field energy that merged with the light of Dao Heart protected everyone around him.

The original body of this emperor has already reached the late stage of Golden Immortal. It seems that he plans to wait for the incarnation of the spirit to reach this state, and then merge the two bodies into one to achieve great perfection, and then he can impact Xuanxian.

The way of cultivation is correct, and the Dao Heart is also quite good. At least among all the people Yang Fan has seen since his rebirth, no one can compete with this person in terms of Dao Heart.

Of course, although the Dao Heart of the emperor is not bad, it is still a long way from entering the Dao Heart of Saint, not to mention compared with his current Dao Heart of Nirvana.

Even so, the spiritual field energy emitted by his Dao Heart is not something that Gu Song Tang Anya and others can resist now. If the time is delayed a little longer, the collapse of the Dao Heart is inevitable.

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As for the other golden immortal aura, if nothing unexpected happens, it should be the chief judge of the trial court, Nie Tianwu, who has the cultivation level of the middle stage of the golden immortal.

In the small heaven, Nie Tianwu is the sharpest knife in the hands of the emperor. He patrols the inside and outside of the small heaven, similar to the Jinyiwei. Whenever any force does something that touches the bottom line of the interests of the small heaven, the strong men of the trial court will strangle it. When necessary, Nie Tianwu will also do it himself.

In Lin Hong's memory, Nie Tianwu has been in seclusion for decades to impact the late stage of the golden immortal. Obviously, because of the movement just now, he broke out of the seclusion in advance.

"Who dares to destroy my clone!"

The powerful voice suddenly exploded in every corner of the fairy palace.

A unique figure in black robes slowly flew up from the depths of the Immortal Palace with the pressure of the Supreme Golden Immortal. Looking at his eyebrows and eyes, he was no different from the emperor who was killed before. Although he did not have the Nine Dragon Emperor Robe, he was even more imperial. The mighty emperor's aura was almost substantial and condensed into layers of canopies!

At the same time, this person also had a domineering immortal body aura that was as strong and yang as the blazing sun, as if he was the only yang in the world, making any mortal creature who felt this aura instinctively fear and submit.

And when the cultivation reached this point, it had already exceeded the limit that the space-time structure of the mortal world could bear. There was no need to release the cultivation. Wherever the figure passed, even the space could not bear its existence, and black space cracks continued to spread.

This person was, without a doubt, the emperor himself.

"Wen Zhao Immortal Body!"

Yang Fan saw through the immortal body foundation of the emperor at a glance. Among the many masculine immortal bodies in the God Realm, it can be ranked in the top 50. It is also the emperor's body. Then a cold color flashed in his eyes: "Sure enough, father and daughter, the same lineage..."

He saw that this Wen Zhao Immortal Body was not born with the emperor, but like Lin Xinyu, through cruel secret methods, the immortal roots were forcibly deprived from the so-called "new blood" collected from the spirit world and transplanted into himself.

Although it is impossible to reach the limit of Wen Zhao's immortal body, as long as there are enough resources, it is enough to support its impact to the realm of Xuanxian.

At this moment, another figure flew up from another place. It was a middle-aged man with a thin face. It was unknown what kind of magic he practiced. The dense magic breath condensed into a pair of black wings with a wingspan of 100 meters behind him. There were five dark spheres the size of a human head arranged in a circle above his head. There was a ferocious human face on each of them, shouting and roaring silently.

Looking at this middle-aged man who looked more like a demon than a corpse-turned-demon, Yang Fan's expression was... speechless.

It's good to have an adventurous spirit, but if you destroy your body recklessly based on your imagination... how can you be worthy of your parents who gave birth to you and raised you?