"roar!"

A dragon roar came from the mouth of the emperor. A golden dragon vision surged from behind him, hundreds of feet tall, lifelike, as if resurrected, reaching the sky.

"Long live the emperor!"

In the sacred city, everyone worshiped them in an orderly manner.

Tens of millions of people appeared, on the streets, on the roofs, in the lofts of countless wine shops, flying at low altitudes, densely packed with people kneeling on the ground, the scene was spectacular.

Somewhere in the corner, a girl with skin as beautiful as a cream, which was better than a fairy in the fairy world. She surrounded the veil and could only see half of her face clearly, but there was no doubt about how beautiful the face under the veil was.

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"Is the emperor of the Feixian Divine Dynasty finally going to take that step?" The pretty face of the Saint of Jiuzhou was full of horror.

Next to the Saint of Jiuzhou, there was a misty old man standing. He seemed to stand in the void, and his figure was unknown. This was a late-stage Nascent Soul worshipper, the Saint of Jiuzhou, equivalent to Zhong Jiuli and Huangfu Haoyue.

"Most of my body has stepped in, but I have not yet become a saint. If nothing unexpected happens, within a hundred years, the emperor of the Flying Immortal Divine Dynasty can enter the realm of divine division and be ranked as a saint!" The old man's face was extremely solemn, and a trace of fear flashed through his pupils.

"century……"

At the same time, a misty air flowed, with auspiciousness inside, and everyone outside could not see clearly the true appearance.

The Holy Son of the Great Xia Divine Dynasty and the Holy Son of the Feixian Divine Dynasty stood side by side, and behind them were their own guardians.

The two raised their heads and looked at the situation at the top of the Divine City. The Saint Son of Daxia looked strange and the Saint Son of Feixian was so gloomy that his father was forced to reveal his holy power.

"Brother Huangfu, do you know what this son is from? How dare you ignore the majesty of the Feixian Divine Dynasty?" The Holy Son of Daxia suddenly asked.

"have no idea!"

Huangfu Haotian answered annoyedly.

The Holy Son of Daxia smiled slightly, stopped asking more, and continued to pay attention to the battle in the sky.

At this time, the emperor's body was filled with holy power, as if an ancient saint was resurrected. It is said that a drop of ordinary saint blood can kill the peak of the late stage of the Golden Pill, and a drop of saint's essence blood can kill the Yuanying!

From this we can see how big the difference is between the saints in the realm of divine distraction and the powerful people in the Nascent Soul stage.

Become a fairy and take a step back to be an ordinary person!

This sentence is not only suitable for mortals and immortals, but also for the gap between the Nascent Soul and the saints, and cannot be overcome.

"kill!"

The blood in the emperor's body was boiling, and his body became a saint in half a step. A small part of the blood had been transformed into holy blood, otherwise a wisp of holy power would not be able to bloom.

But there will definitely not be too much of this kind of holy blood, only a dozen drops!

"Boom!"

The emperor attacked, like a rhino armored vehicle, crushing everything. He punched it out without using any magic weapon, and actually wanted to fight Ye Cheng's body.

In the duel between monks, the physical body is rarely used to fight against each other. Most of them use magic weapons, magic powers, magic arrays, runes, and physical body is very rare.

"If the emperor's body becomes a saint, if it is a single-wheel body, no one is his opponent!" The old man with a shadow hidden in the void beside the Saint of Jiuzhou spoke.

The saint of Jiuzhou frowned and said, "There is a flying sword for the young man. A sword spirit was born inside. But if the half-saint's body is cut, he shouldn't kill this way, don't use that flying sword, right?"

"Haha, young man? I don't think so. This guy has at least three thousand years of cultivation, but his appearance is not old!" The old man shook his head gently, thinking that Ye Cheng could not be as young as his appearance.

In another attic, a misty air flashed.

"My father will win!"

Huangfu Haotian said proudly.

"This is naturally. The Emperor Feixian has the cultivation level of a semi-saint and is born with a saint's flesh. This son cannot be an opponent!" Prince Daxia nodded without doubting the words of Haofu Haotian.

At this time, the top of the Divine City.

The emperor had already attacked, less than ten feet away from Ye Cheng.

For people of their level, such a distance is no different from being close to each other.

Ye Cheng was not afraid at all. He used the essence and blood of the demon emperor, Tiandi, to temper his body and pushed the Heavenly Emperor's Taoist body into the Nascent Soul level. If he fought against the complete body of a saint, he would naturally be unable to defeat him.

But the emperor is just a half-step saint, so what if it becomes a saint in his body?

The emperor punched him, and Ye Cheng did not dodge or avoid, and responded with his fist.

"puff!"

"Click!"

Two sounds came one after another, and Ye Cheng's body bones were as crystal clear as jade, indestructible. With one punch, he was unharmed and just took a step back. However, the emperor flew backwards, his fists exploded, and his bones and flesh flew everywhere.

"how so……"

Everyone was shocked. The originally boiling sacred city suddenly became extremely quiet, with an extremely strange atmosphere, and everyone felt their bodies cold.

"Is this young man also a holy-level body?"

The saint of Jiuzhou had a beautiful eyes wide open and his delicate body was stiff.

Beside her, the old man hiding in the void, suddenly shrank his pupils and said in disbelief: "He...he...he has no reason!"

In another attic, the son of Daxia's chin was almost hanging on the ground, staring blankly at everything in front of him.

Feixian Prince Huangfu Haotian opened his mouth wide and couldn't say a word. His brain was buzzing and he almost lost his ability to think.

"Ah! I don't believe you are as good as my holy-level body!"

The emperor roared and directly burned the holy blood in his body, one drop, two drops, three drops...

Three drops of holy-level essence and blood were ignited, and there were only a dozen drops of holy-level essence and blood in the emperor's body. This was accumulated by him over hundreds of years. At this time, three drops were burned in one breath. His hatred for Ye Cheng had reached his bone marrow and was indelible.

The holy-level essence and blood were burning, and the emperor's appearance was changing rapidly. Originally, he looked like twenty-seven or eight. After three drops of holy-level essence and blood were burning, the emperor's face became more than teenagers, and he was no longer the young man in white clothes, as good as a god.

"kill!"

The emperor attacked again, and his fist shone brightly. He would get up wherever he fell. He was about to fight Ye Cheng again.

"puff!"

"Click!"

The two fists collided again, and this scene seemed familiar.

But this time, Ye Cheng took two steps back, and the emperor flew backward again, with the same fist exploded, and the broken bones and flesh flying everywhere.

"this……"

Everyone looked at each other and suffocated, not knowing how to evaluate it.

"Hiss! Burning the holy level essence and blood is not the opponent of this person? Where did the monster appear!"

The old man next to the Saint of Jiuzhou took a breath.

"If I don't kill you today, what kind of face do I have to be the emperor of the Feixian Divine Dynasty?"

The emperor shouted violently, the veins on his forehead bulged, his eyes were so angry that he was filled with chills.

"call!"

This time, the emperor gave up completely. The remaining ten drops of holy-level essence and blood burned at the same time. The emperor rushed over, and the same method. A punch of thunder was like an ancient saint reviving.

Ten drops of holy-level essence and blood were burned, and this blow was comparable to the resurrection of the ancient saint, and he took action himself!

Ye Cheng's face became solemn, but he did not retreat. It was related to the dignity of the Emperor of Heaven.

"So what if the ancient great sage is revived? I am the Emperor of Heaven and I am invincible in this world!"

Ye Cheng roared, the mountains and rivers trembled, and the great way resonated. He used the Heavenly Emperor's Fist to gather all the magic power in his body in his fist, and success or failure was the punch.

"Boom!"

The two fists fought each other like a nuclear bomb explosion, and a hot white light exploded. With the fists of both of them as the center, it was dazzling and dazzling, making everyone unable to open their eyes, just like the super Shenra Tianzheng in the Japanese comic Naruto!

"Ah, I can't see my eyes!"

Many people shouted in horror, and this brilliant light blinded the eyes of many monks.

After one punch, the whole world is silent!

The light gradually disappeared, and below the two of them were fighting, nearly one-tenth of the sacred city, with a range of more than a hundred miles, was directly flattened, and a piece of barren land.

Ye Chengfu stood there with his hands, his face turned slightly white, his blood and blood were rolling violently, and his heart was pounding.

As good as an attack by an ancient saint, Ye Cheng mobilized all the magic power in his body and finally withstood it, but he could no longer take action. This punch consumed all Ye Cheng's magic power.

The emperor's hair was disheveled, his hip bones were sunken, and his eye sockets were only skinny and boneless. His handsome lava could no longer be seen, like a ninety-year-old man with tears surging in his eyes.

"I lost..."

The emperor whispered, tears flowing by, full of vicissitudes and sadness, as if the road was far away at dusk, everything was about to end.

"My dignified lord, a late-stage cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage, has been practicing Taoism for 3,800 years, and has killed 1,079 great enemies in one lifetime. He has never been defeated. Half of his body has entered the realm of divination, and half a step has a saint, and 13 drops of holy blood have condensed in his body. All the methods have been used, but he is still defeated..."

The emperor said softly, his pupils were empty, and he lowered his head, endless sadness and sadness.

"Old Lord!"

Under the divine city, countless people were heartbroken and cried loudly. In the palace city of Feixian Divine Dynasty, the misty air dispersed, and many Yuanying worshipers appeared. The golden elixir and golden armor guards knelt on the ground, all of them burst into tears. The emperor was defeated, and they seemed even more sad.
To be continued...