Rebirth of the Invincible Emperor

Chapter 482 Killing Nascent Soul Like Cutting Grass

The Feixian Dynasty has existed for tens of thousands of years, and the ancestors have produced saints, and there is a holy soldier left behind, who sits in the Feixian Dynasty.

A flash of black light flashed, and the black gold mace was sacrificed by Huangfu Haoyue. It was completely black, shaped like a long whip, as if it had been dyed with ink.

Of course, this black gold mace is not a real holy weapon, but an imitation, which can only emit one-tenth of the power of the real black gold mace. Huangfu Haoyue's golden mace is modeled after the black gold mace. Great ancestors.

Before Huangfu Haoyue left Feixian Shenchao, just in case, she brought a fake black mace with her, but she didn't expect to use it now.

However, even the imitation of the holy soldier is far superior to the ordinary Nascent Soul-level Lingbao. Zhong Jiuli is holding a black gold mace. With his cultivation in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, he can hardly regret the late Nascent Soul monks!
"Emperor Ye Tian, ​​with the black gold mace here, even if you are a cultivator in the late stage of Nascent Soul, you are no match for Zhong Gongfeng!" Huangfu Haoyue sneered, with murderous intent in his eyes.

Ye Cheng defeated him with one punch, and Ice Phoenix really hit the mark.

At this moment, Huangfu Haoyue's heart was full of resentment.

After this battle, he decided to kill everyone present and not let this matter get out, otherwise he would be known by the Emperor of the Feixian Dynasty, and he would completely lose the chance to be the heir to the throne of the Feixian Dynasty!

The future emperor of the Feixian Dynasty must not have any stains on him, let alone Zeng Jin, who was cultivated as a Nascent Soul, was defeated by a monk in the late Jindan period. shame!

Thinking of this, the killing intent in Huangfu Haoyue's eyes became more intense, and he shouted in a low voice: "Zhong Gongfeng, kill him!"

"As you order, Your Highness!"

Zhong Jiuli's old face was calm, he held a black gold mace, bowed to Huangfu Haoyue, and then took a step forward.

"when!"

The Wujin mace blew, as if it was whimpering, and the world changed color. Everyone present seemed to see that thousands of troops and horses were attacking head-on, with an astonishing momentum.

"Ye Tiandi, this black gold mace is an imitation of a holy weapon! You are already proud enough to die under the black gold mace!" Zhong Jiuli said in a deep voice.

At this moment, his momentum changed drastically, as if he was the protagonist in this world.

A terrifying coercion surged out, making people unable to help but worship!
Ye Cheng was not affected at all, he stood there with his hands behind his back, his expression calm.

"kill!"

Zhong Jiuli drank lightly, holding a black gold mace in the void, the air was distorted, and a black divine light burst out, falling towards Ye Cheng,

"Boom!"

The earth trembled, as if an earthquake had happened. The ground splashed more than ten meters of smoke and dust, covering an area of ​​hundreds of square meters. Everyone backed away in horror, because the ground in front of them sank more than ten meters out of thin air, like being hit by a shell. bombed.

"hiss!"

Seeing this scene, everyone gasped.

The people around the audience stared round, this is too scary, right?The power of one blow can be so?
"Cheng'er?"

Everyone in the Ye family became nervous.

When the thick smoke dissipated, the place was empty and there was no one there, only a huge pit with a diameter of half a hundred and a depth of more than ten meters remained in place.

There was no one in the huge pit, not to mention Ye Cheng himself, not even a single hair of Ye Cheng could be seen.

"Hehe, vulnerable." Zhong Jiuli smiled proudly.

'As expected of an imitation of the holy weapon, it killed Ye Tiandi with just one blow. If the real black gold mace was here, wouldn't it be a hundred times more powerful? ' Zhong Jiuli thought in his heart.

"Haha, this king thought how powerful this person is, but I didn't expect to be blasted into scum!" Huangfu Haoyue laughed wildly when he saw this.

"Congratulations, Your Highness the Third Prince!"

Originally, in Huangfu Haoyue, the saint Liu Chan from Chongxiao Cave, the saint Ji Yun from the Antarctic Fairy Island, and the female angels from the west who fled far away after being crushed to the head by Ye Cheng with a punch, all returned to Huangfu. Beside Haoyue, he smiled obsequiously.

"Master?" Ice Phoenix's lips turned white slightly.

"Little Yezi, don't you..." Lin Jia's face was also very ugly.

Everyone in the Ye family froze in place, as if petrified, all staring at the depths of the huge pit, looking for Ye Cheng's figure.

"Don't look for it. The black gold mace is an imitation of a holy weapon. Even a Nascent Soul cultivator will be killed in one blow if he doesn't dodge or dodge! It's ridiculous to use a black gold mace to deal with a mere golden core!"

Huangfu Haoyue shook his head with a mocking expression on his face.

"Your Highness, since this person is dead, the others present must not be let go!" Zhong Jiuli said in a low voice.

He had always supported Huangfu Haoyue's fight for the throne of the Feixian God Dynasty. The fact that Huangfu Haoyue was blown to the head by Ye Tiandi's punch was a huge scandal that should not be spread outside.

"This king knows."

Huangfu Haoyue nodded.

"The emperor has been standing here for a while, haven't you two noticed?"

Suddenly, a voice came faintly, but it fell on the ears of the two of them like a ghost.

"He's not dead!"

Everyone raised their heads excitedly, because the voice came from the sky, and there was a figure standing hundreds of meters above the sky, looking down at the people below.

After Wu Jin's mace hit just now, everyone was paying attention to the huge pit on the ground. Their inertial thinking caused trouble, and they all looked for Ye Cheng in the huge pit. Who would have thought that Ye Cheng would appear at an altitude of hundreds of meters?

"call!"

Those who were worried about Ye Chengzhi all heaved a sigh of relief and smiled self-deprecatingly.

'He is so powerful, how could he die like this?Sure enough, I was worrying too much! '

"you!"

Zhong Jiuli's old face turned blue and red alternately, but he didn't realize when Ye Cheng flew into the sky, and now Ye Cheng sneered, which made him feel angry.

"Crash!"

Zhong Jiuli drove the Wujin mace again. He was really about to be blown up. The black light flashed, which was extraordinary at first glance. The wave of the mace was like a knife, rippling towards Ye Cheng. It will be torn apart by this imitation holy weapon.

"Tips for carving insects."

Ye Cheng sneered, like a diver, he jumped down from a height of hundreds of meters, and at the same time punched in the direction of Wu Jinmae.

At the front of Ye Cheng's fist, the divine light was shining brightly. He used the blood essence of the demon clan emperor to refine his body.It's tantamount to daydreaming!
"You're looking for death, but you regret the black gold mace with your body, aren't you afraid of a heartbreak!"

The corners of Zhong Jiuli's eyes slightly opened, and he looked up at the sky with a look like a fool.

The smile on the corner of his mouth hadn't disappeared yet, the next moment, Ye Cheng's fist had already struck.

"boom."

The sharp blade of the black gold mace collided with Ye Cheng's fist, not as Zhong Jiuli thought, Ye Cheng was pierced by his mace, but the black gold mace trembled slightly.

"Kakkaka..."

A series of crisp sounds came, and the complexions of Zhong Jiuli and Huangfu Haoyue changed drastically at the same time.

"how is this possible!"

Zhong Jiuli's eyeballs protruded, as if he had seen a ghost.

"Crack!"

The black gold mace shattered and turned into countless pieces, which were scattered in all directions.

'How could his fist be harder than Wujin's mace?This is an imitation of the holy soldier!None of the ten spirit treasures can compare to it! Zhong Jiuli thought, his brain almost short-circuited, even when Ye Cheng's fist fell, he forgot to resist.

On the other side, Huangfu Haoyue was completely petrified like a clay sculpture or wood carving.

"boom!"

Ye Cheng's punch not only shattered Wujin's mace, but also directly pierced Zhong Jiuli's chest.

Zhong Jiuli only felt a sharp pain in his chest and reacted suddenly, but the next moment Ye Cheng's other punch landed on his forehead.

"puff!"

A splash of blood splashed down, mixed with blood and bones. Zhong Jiuli, a mid-stage monk of Yuanying, was crushed in the head by Ye Cheng's punch, and at the same time, he perished along with his soul.

"No!"

The Nascent Soul in Zhong Jiuli's body roared, rushed out of his body, and flew towards the sky, trying to escape.

Although the soul is dead, the Nascent Soul is still there.

"what is that?"

Seeing Zhong Jiuli Yuanying, which was only the size of a Coke bottle, the ordinary people onlookers were stunned. It was the first time they had seen a monk's Yuanying, and they were all amazed.

"Want to leave? Is it possible!"

Ye Cheng flicked his fingers lightly, and a ray of light gushed out from his fingertips, only shooting into Zhong Jiuli Yuanying's body, Zhong Jiuli Yuanying exploded, turned into a ball of spiritual energy, and dissipated between heaven and earth.

"The bell is offered!"

Huangfu Haoyue said in a trembling voice, his lips were trembling slightly, Zhong Jiuli, whom he was relying on, is dead, is there any possibility for him to survive?
At this time, Ye Cheng, like the king of hell, was walking towards him!
"Wait a minute, fellow daoist! You can't kill him. He is the third prince of the Feixian Dynasty. If you kill him, it is tantamount to making an enemy of the entire Feixian Dynasty. I can take the place of the third prince in today's matter. As long as you Let us go, Feixian Shenchao promises not to pursue today's matter!"

Suddenly, a monk in the early stage of the Nascent Soul wearing a golden armor and holding a spear stood in front of Huangfu Haoyue and said quickly.

This person is the captain of the thirty golden core guards, Huangfu Haoyue's personal bodyguard.

"Noisy!"

Ye Cheng's face darkened, and he opened his mouth to spit out the Baby Zhanying Sword.

A flash of green light flashed by, and the person died in an instant, his head was beheaded by the Zhanying Sword, and at the same time, a sword energy gushed out, directly knocking away the Nascent Soul that had escaped from the person's body.

Such a terrifying scene made Huangfu Haoyue tremble all over, and he no longer had the original arrogance!

How could Ye Cheng escape from killing the two Nascent Souls of Feixian Shenchao?

"You can't kill me. If you kill me, Feixian Shenchao will not let you go. My father is the emperor of Feixian Shenchao, a monk in the late Yuanying period, and he has holy soldiers in hand. If you kill me ..."

Huangfu Haoyue spoke in horror, trembling like a quail at the same time, but before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by Ye Cheng.

"Don't worry, this emperor will personally go to the Feixian Dynasty, kill the emperor, destroy the holy soldiers, and destroy the Taoism of the Feixian Dynasty!"

There was a chill in Ye Cheng's eyes.

What Huangfu Haoyue did was not to touch his Ni Lin, but to cross Ye Cheng's bottom line.

Ye Cheng could even give up the position of Emperor of Heaven, just to be reborn in this life and make up for his regrets, but Huangfu Haoyue actually wanted to kill his parents and relatives, and even wanted Jiang Mingyue to sleep with him.

With these two points alone, the inheritance of the Feixian Dynasty should be cut off!

"What, you..."

Huangfu Haoyue's pupils constricted sharply, as if eating a dead child.

Ye Cheng was getting impatient, and he pointed out, directly blasting Huangfu Haoyue's head.

"puff!"

"what!"

The Nascent Soul in Huangfu Haoyue's body screamed in horror, his face was full of remorse and disbelief, Ye Tiandi actually said that he wanted to destroy the Taoism of the Feixian Dynasty?

A green light flashed across, and everything returned to silence.

The whole audience was silent, and everyone held their breath. The mighty Huangfu Haoyue just died like this?

(End of this chapter)