Urban Medical God

"Miss Qizhen, this person has no proof of entering the temple. Some people say that he sneaked in and may want to do harm to the Eternal Temple, so we are investigating his identity."

One of the guards said.

Nangong Yaqing nodded, and then snorted coldly. Even if she came late, how could she not know the reason for this incident? However, today's ceremony was very important, and she could not have too many attacks. She waved her hand and said: "I know him, stand down."

"yes."

The silver-armored guards immediately dispersed, and everything returned to the same state, but everyone looked at Ye Chen differently.

What is the relationship between this boy and Nangong Yaqing?

Nangong Yaqing is the only daughter of the Lord of the Eternal Temple. She is extremely talented, powerful, and arrogant. She is like the phoenix standing on the branch, overlooking the many young talents in the eternal void.

I had never heard of Nangong Yaqing having close contact with a certain man. Even when talking, they kept their distance and were neither humble nor overbearing.

But where did this kid come from today?

Doubts like this are lingering in everyone's minds and they can't go away.

Nangong Yaqing didn't care about this. She walked to Ye Chen's side, her steps were light and graceful, just like the coquettish flower in bloom, making people unable to take their eyes away.

"Are you okay?" Nangong Yaqing asked.

"It's okay, some people are just deliberately causing trouble."

As he spoke, he glanced at King Yongshuang intentionally or unintentionally, and found that the old man's expression was indeed unnatural.

Nangong Yaqing nodded and said nothing, but she wrote down the location of King Yongshuang.

About half a quarter of an hour later, Nangong Wentian returned from outside. The noisy hall suddenly became extremely quiet, with only the soft sound of his Liuyun boots on the ground.

"I have kept you waiting for a long time. Now the Eternal Ceremony officially begins."

Nangong Wentian smiled slightly, and there was no big emotion swing on his face.

He came to the high platform, and with a wave of his hand, white clouds spewed out from every corner of the palace, as if a strange magic power was produced, covering everyone.

When the clouds and mist dissipated again, everyone had arrived in a new world, with ancient forests, rushing rivers, and endless stars floating on the dome.

The most eye-catching thing is a towering mountain peak. To be precise, it is a building that can be called the pinnacle of the extreme realm.

There is a splendid altar there, which can accommodate tens of thousands of people. The arc from the inside to the outside suddenly arches into the sky.

The structure of the altar was originally a mountain, but was later transformed into what it is today by the ancestors of the Eternal Temple.

An Eternal Ceremony will be held every thousand years to commemorate those great ancestors, open up territory for the Eternal Temple, and sweep across the void.

It is also to invite the blessings of the ancestors and protect the people in the temple.

Nangong Wentian, who was in the center of the altar, suddenly opened his eyes, and the silver-white sword light broke through the sky. The extremely powerful sword force went crazy at this moment, turning into a sword light that shocked all living beings.

Seeing this extremely powerful sword light, the expressions of all the powerful men who came to participate in this eternal ceremony changed.

This sword is called Eternal Thought, and it is a move of the Eternal Temple that can only be practiced by the temple master.

Moreover, this sword is tempered with sword techniques based on the entire eternal void. It is divided into seventy-two styles. It can be practiced to the peak level and can even split the entire eternal void.

Hundreds of thousands of years ago, there was a palace master of the Eternal Temple who practiced the Eternal Thought to an unprecedented level, and thus became the well-deserved strongest man in the Eternal Void.

But when the temple master returned two years later, he was seriously injured and unable to escape from seclusion. No one knew what he had gone through.

But since then, the Lord of the Eternal Temple has lost his power as the most powerful person. Not only has his strength declined, but his overall aura has also become much weaker, and he has been deprived of his throne as the most powerful person.

The current master of the Eternal Temple, Nangong Wentian, has superhuman strength, and his talent is even higher than that of the previous master!

If he is given enough time, he may surpass that peak period!

Nangong Wentian used a thought of eternity to summon the ancestors of the Eternal Temple with sword skills.

The extremely rich laws of swordsmanship were wrapped around the silver-white long sword. As his eyes changed and he raised his hand, a silver crescent moon swayed above it, seeming to tear apart the world and go straight into the realm of stars. .

This sword seemed to crush everything in the world, to the point of ignoring everything.

Some of the top experts sighed in their hearts. It seemed that Nangong Wentian would have to occupy the throne of the most powerful person in the eternal void for a long time.

Ye Chen was also far away from the central team in the crowd. He looked up at the eternal sword moves. Suddenly, it was as if his spiritual eyes were opened, and endless sword energy surged towards him.

Ye Chen was shaken up and then closed his eyes.

Nangong Yaqing was beside him. Seeing Ye Chen's move, she couldn't help but wonder, was this guy frightened by his father's sword moves?

In Ye Chen's mind, all the surrounding pictures were still, and any noisy sounds fell silent.

There was only one picture left in front of him, and everyone present turned into living sculptures, motionless.

And inexplicable sighs surged from his heart, and Ye Chen suddenly realized, could this be the eternity contained in the sword move?

His eyes were fixed on the center of the altar, as bright as a candle.

That ray of eternal power was fleeting, vague, and extremely misty. Ye Chen was waiting for Nangong Wentian to use his sword. Until the moment when the other party waved his sword again, he caught the momentary void.

The long sword indeed contained a trace of eternal power, and the overflowing part was absorbed by Ye Chen and twisted into a spiritual sword only about one meter long, which quickly entered his body.

Nangong Yaqing also noticed something was wrong with Ye Chen at this time. He was surrounded by a faint smoke. Needless to say, he must be on the verge of a breakthrough.

Moreover, this aura is very similar to the eternal power of his father when he performs sword skills.

What can this person realize from a single thought of eternity? The talent is too terrible.

It's a pity that except for Nangong Yaqing, everyone else ignored Ye Chen and allowed him to stand on the outside of the crowd and watch alone.

Who would care about a low-level character in the Tai Zhen Realm?

At this moment, Ye Chen thought of many things in his mind, and his understanding of the Taizhen Realm became deeper and deeper.

Now that he has entered the realm of Tai Zhen, it is time for him to ask the Crouching Dragon God to retrieve the page of the Heavenly Martial Crouching Dragon Scripture that the Supreme Goddess left for him.

At this moment, Ye Chen, the ray of white light overflowing from the top of his head, was like a river flowing into the sea, merging with the shining silver light on the altar.