Chaos Heavenly Emperor Art

Wanjun's expression changed slightly, but he reacted quickly.

I think it was Ling Feng who told Yu Bingqing everything about their encounter with the Great Freedom Immortal.

"I think you misunderstood, Sister Bingqing."

Wan Xiner shook her head repeatedly and said in a voice transmission: "Brother Wanjun is definitely on the side of justice!"

Yu Bingqing raised her eyes and stared at Wanjun, only to see Wanjun shook his head and smiled bitterly, "It doesn't matter whether it's just or not, but at least, the Emperor shouldn't use the entire fairyland as a sacrifice for his promotion to the godhood."

"I understand."

Yu Bingqing bit her teeth lightly. She now understood that Wan Jun should be considered her ally at this moment. "I'm sorry, I just..."

Wan Jun waved his hand and said, "It was not long ago that I made my position clear."

His eyes turned to Wan Xinger beside him, and a hint of determination flashed across his eyes.

"The most urgent task right now..."

Wanjun fixed his eyes on the mutant frost troll Golzan who was frantically attacking the fortress barrier, and said in a deep voice: "The power that troll has exploded under the influence of the cold wave of the crimson blood moon is even more terrifying than usual. If it continues like this, the coalition forces in the fortress will soon be unable to hold on."

He clenched his fists. Just the first collision had caused many soldiers at the level of Immortal Kings and Immortal Lords to suffer serious injuries.

In addition, there is a shortage of elixirs in the fortress now and they cannot be replenished in time.

It is conceivable that if a few more rounds of replacements are made, the only option left is to send out more wounded soldiers to continue to take over.

The price to pay is that the soldiers would probably die of exhaustion.

It may even lead to the complete collapse of the entire magic circle.

Yu Bingqing also showed a trace of solemnity. No wonder she felt a tremor in the tent just now. Even the barrier formation set up by the Great Yu Saint Emperor was weakened a lot at once.

It seems that the Holy Emperor Dayu was concentrating on resisting the attack of that mutated frost troll and could not be distracted.

"That mutant troll is indeed quite troublesome."

Yu Bingqing clenched her fists. "It's not a solution to drag it on like this. But we can't fight this battle. No, I'm going to report this to all the masters. It doesn't matter if they believe it or not, I have to tell them!"

"No, I can't tell you!"

Wan Jun's face was as gloomy as water. "At least, you can't tell it until the last moment!"

"Why!" Yu Bingqing's eyes widened, "Why can't I tell you yet?"

“Let’s not talk about whether the Lords will believe it. Even if they do, and are willing to sit down and negotiate with the demons, will the demons agree? We alone do not have the ability to mediate this war. Even if the five Lords believe what you said, if the demons are unwilling to cease fire, the final result will only shake the morale of the allied forces, and the final outcome will be a one-sided one!”

"You mean, who else can mediate this war? Who is it?"

"Ling Feng!" Wan Jun blurted out.

Upon hearing Ling Feng's name, Yu Bingqing's expression darkened, and she immediately shook her head, her eyes instantly turning red, "If he were still alive, maybe this would be possible, but... but he's dead! He's dead!"

With the last sentence, Yu Bingqing almost lost control and even shouted it out loud.

"I know……"

Wan Jun gritted his teeth and said, "Of course I know this news, but I believe that even if he dies, he will definitely come back to life!"

Yu Bingqing's body trembled slightly, "Why do you think so!"

"Because he is Ling Feng! He still has unfinished business, and he still has to stop the conspiracy of the Celestial God Clan, so he will not die, and he cannot die!"

“But…” Two lines of tears slid down Yu Bingqing’s cheeks, “But, even the Dragon and Phoenix Concentric Ring has been completely destroyed, he…he…”

Wan Jun took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "Your Highness, you are close to him. You should know that in our memory, he should have died countless times, but in the end, he was able to come back and become stronger each time! So, you should believe that miracles will happen again!"

"Yes! I believe he will come back!" Wan Xiner nodded repeatedly, "He is Ling Feng!"

“The Lords were willing to believe it, so they did not activate the barrier and confront the demons head-on!”

Wan Jun clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, saying, "What we have to do is to buy as much time as possible. The rest will be left to Ling Feng! Leave it to Miracle!"

After he finished speaking, lightning surged around Wanjun. With a "swish" sound, as if a thunderclap had exploded, the Emperor's Falling Spear appeared in his palm.

It's ironic that this imperial weapon was originally an exclusive celestial weapon belonging to the Tiandao clan, but was later dissected and refined by the Xuntian Lei clan.

It can be said that this is the product of the irreconcilable blood feud between the Patrol Thunder Clan and the Heavenly Dao Clan.

But at this moment, Wanjun used this Emperor's Fallen Sword to fight for Ling Feng, the descendant of the Heavenly Dao!

"I will try to delay that beast. If Ling Feng fails to come back, if Ji doesn't happen, if anything happens to me, you will make the truth known to the public!"

Wan Jun took a deep look at Yu Bingqing, then took out a sacred order of the Sky-Patrol Thunder Clan from his arms and let out a thunderous roar, "Where is the Dark Sect Elder!"

The Emperor's Holy Order is the symbol of Yi Ting.

Whoever holds this token is like Yi Ting himself.

All along, Yi Ting seemed to really be training Wanjun to be the next leader of the Thunder Clan, so he gave an Emperor Holy Spirit to Wanjun.

When the Dark Sect elders saw the Holy Spirit, even if they were unwilling to accept it, they had no choice but to obey.

  Whoosh whoosh!

The next moment, all the Dark Sect elders brought by Wanjun on the broken pieces flew up and gathered around Wanjun.

Wan Jun held the spear in one hand and the token in the other, raised it high, and shouted, "Follow me out of the city and fight!"

"what?"

The expressions of those Dark Sect elders changed drastically.

His Royal Highness, is he crazy?

  Not to mention the deep red blood moon outside, those broken powerful demons are still watching covetously!

"Follow me out of the city and fight!"

Wanjun ignored the elders' questions, but raised the token and issued orders again.

The next moment, Wanjun actually turned into a ray of lightning and rushed out of the range of the defensive formation.

"Damn it!"

The Dark Sect elders all widened their eyes. The Emperor's holy orders must not be disobeyed.

What's more, Wanjun is the Holy Son, the direct disciple of Emperor Yiting. They followed Wanjun to the battlefield outside the domain, and their biggest task was to protect His Majesty the Holy Son.

If something goes wrong with Wanjun...

"What are you still standing there for! Protect His Royal Highness the Holy Son!"

The next moment, all the Dark Sect elders could only follow Wanjun out of the barrier.

Wanjun swept the spear in his hand, and countless cannon fodders of low-level demons were directly crushed into pieces. At the same time, his body moved as fast as lightning and rushed towards the mutated frost troll that was crashing into the barrier.

"Are you cowards finally willing to come out?"

The Demon King Udyr, who was standing on top of Golzan, laughed strangely, but seeing that he was just a junior, he did not attack him. He just grinned and said, "Golzan, it's time for a snack!"

"Roar!--"

The mutant frost troll Golzan roared to the sky, then opened his bloody mouth and bit towards Wanjun, as if he wanted to swallow him directly. "Brother Wanjun!"

On the city wall, Wan Xiner's face changed drastically, and she was about to break out of the barrier.

Yu Bingqing quickly held down Wan Xinger, a hint of admiration flashing in her eyes.

No wonder Ling Feng regarded him as a close friend even though he was a descendant of the Sky-Punching Thunder Clan.

This Wanjun Holy Son is indeed an upright hero!

"Don't be impulsive. You won't accomplish anything if you rush out. Instead, it will distract Wanjun Shengzi!"

  Yu Bingqing stared up at the sky. At this moment, if Ling Feng could appear in time as Wanjun said, how great it would be!

Ling Feng, are you really still alive?

I really……

I really miss you!

……

"His Royal Highness the Holy Son!"

Outside the defensive barrier of the Sky Flame Fortress, the Dark Sect elders saw Golzan's bloody mouth that almost swallowed Wanjun's entire figure. They were immediately frightened and turned pale, and rushed forward like crazy.

However, they were still a step too late.

Golzan's extremely smelly bloody mouth has closed.

Click!

Click!

The sharp teeth kept grinding, as if to fill every gap. After all, with Wan Jun's small body, it was not enough to fill the teeth of the giant beast.

However, just as Golzan was about to taste the dessert, he felt a numbness in his mouth.

Then, this huge monster actually let out a painful roar towards the sky.

And the moment it opened its mouth, a flash of lightning streaked across the sky, it was extremely powerful, and its body was covered with a layer of armor condensed from the Sky-Peering Mysterious Thunder, and it shot out.

He held the Emperor's Falling Spear in his hand and with a wave of his hand, lightning flashed across the sky. Even the cold storm brought about by the deep red blood moon was annihilated and shattered under the rolling thunder!

"Babu Leiji!"

An elder of the Dark Sect stared at Wanjun's figure, with a hint of luck in his excitement.

Fortunately, Wanjun is safe and sound!

"No, it's not just the Eight-Step Thunder!"

Another elder said solemnly, "The Eight-Step Thunder Technique created by Lord Emperor only has eight steps, and it is not perfect. But at this moment, the secret technique displayed by the Holy Son has clearly taken... thirteen steps!"

"Fourteen steps!"

"Fifteen steps!"

"Oh my god, the number is still increasing. Can his body handle it?"

"Look, it's the Eight Desolate Universe Cauldron of Patriarch Qingwei! He has actually refined this great Dao source device to such a level!"

“No wonder that half-ancestor-level mutant troll couldn’t resist his thunder power. At this moment, the thunder origin of His Royal Highness the Holy Son is almost comparable to the immortal level!”

And just when those Dark Sect elders were extremely shocked, Wanjun had already taken the eighteenth step!

The Eight-Step Thunder Stance was improved by him to the level of the eighteenth step.

And his body has reached the limit of what it can bear.

If he took one more step, he would explode and die immediately.

His eyes were red as he stared at the mutant troll Golzan. He held a spear in one hand and a tripod in the other. His aura had reached its limit.

  He carries the high hopes of Ancestor Qingwei and the trust of Wan Xinger, which is the inexhaustible source of his strength!

"Give it to me! Die!"

The mighty roar shook the heavens and the earth, and the whole world seemed to be silent.

All that remained was his roar that was enough to shake the sky.

  boom!

Endless power of thunder condenses on the emperor's fall.

In a flash, the Emperor's Falling Spear had already pierced through fiercely.

At the same time, the elders of the Dark Sect also rushed to Wanjun's side, and all of their thunder source power was poured into the Emperor's Falling Spear.

That peerless imperial weapon, like a bottomless pit that could never be filled, absorbed the original power of those broken and immortal elders, and burst into even brighter lightning!

  boom!

Boom boom boom boom!

Thunder exploded, and the spear in Wanjun's hand finally flew out, drawing a dark red light curtain that tore through the void sky!

"How dare the light of a firefly compete with the bright moon?"

A trace of disdain flashed in the eyes of the Demon Emperor Udyr. His cruel eyes fell on Wanjun and he said coldly: "Golzan, why don't you eat your appetizer dessert quickly?"

The mutant troll was already furious due to the lightning that Wanjun had just released from his mouth. Now that he had received the order from his master, he no longer cared about attacking the barrier of the Sky Flame Fortress. Instead, he leaped up with his huge body and crashed directly into the Emperor's Falling Spear.

Bang bang bang!

In an instant, the sky and the earth turned blazing white, the storm dissipated, and countless low-level demon creatures and cannon fodder were directly annihilated by the terrifying energy impact.

Immediately afterwards, there was a loud bang, and the Dao Source Artifact in Wanjun's hand, the Eight Desolations Universe Cauldron, actually exploded directly.

The semi-ancestor level mutant troll was still unable to resist even with the combined efforts of more than a dozen Dark Sect elders.

"puff!"

Wanjun suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and the tendons and bones in his body were shattered in an instant.

Those Dark Sect elders were also directly blown away, in a miserable state.

"Hehe! Under the crimson blood moon, Golzan can fight off even an ancestor-level warrior with a few moves. How can you rely on a bunch of trash like you?"

Demon King Udyr laughed grimly, "Even if I tried my best, I could only delay the time for a moment. How sad! How pitiful!"

The next moment, a cold light flashed in the eyes of Demon Emperor Udyr, and he raised his finger and pointed at Wanjun, "Golzan, start enjoying your dessert!"

Golzan roared again and opened his bloody mouth. In an instant, a terrible tearing force directly enveloped Wanjun.

Even though he tried his best to resist, he was unable to escape from the terrible storm.

At this moment, there was a flash of blood, and a dragon with strange blood light all over its body fell from the sky.

It was Yu Bingqing who stimulated the blood power of the Blood Prison Dragon!

Although she did not have the power to fight against the semi-ancestor-level mutant troll, she could not bear to see Wan Xinger lose her most beloved brother like this.

"Roar!--"

The dragon roar resounded through the sky. Yu Bingqing raised her dragon claws and grabbed Wanjun who was locked in the storm. The terrifying will of the ancestor dragon burst out from her body.

Although her cultivation level could not compete with that of a semi-ancestor, she was not at all inferior in the confrontation of momentum thanks to the will of the Ancestral Dragon! (End of this chapter)