Rebirth of the Invincible Emperor

Chapter 491 The Power of Modern Technology

"Roar!"

A dragon chant came from the emperor's mouth, and a vision of a golden dragon surged from behind him, which was hundreds of feet in size, lifelike, as if resurrected, reaching directly into the sky.

"Long live the emperor!"

In the city of God, everyone worshiped in a uniform manner.

Tens of millions of people appeared, on the streets, on the roofs, in the attics of countless restaurants, and in low-altitude flights, densely packed, layer after layer of people kneeling on the ground, the scene was spectacular.

In a corner somewhere, there is a girl with creamy skin who surpasses fairies in the fairy world. She is surrounded by a veil, and only half of her face can be seen clearly, but there is no doubt that the face under the veil is What a city.

The young girl is the holy daughter of the Kyushu God Dynasty, and she happened to be in the God City of the Feixian God Dynasty today, so she witnessed this scene unexpectedly.

"Is the Emperor of the Feixian Dynasty finally going to take that step?" The pretty face of the Nine Provinces Saintess was full of astonishment.

Beside the Saintess of Kyushu, stood an ethereal old man. He seemed to be standing in the void, and his figure was unknown. Yu Huangfu Haoyue.

"Most of my body has stepped in, but I haven't been fully sanctified. If there are no accidents, within a hundred years, the emperor of the Feixian Dynasty will enter the state of distraction and be ranked as a saint!" , A flash of fear flashed across.

"century……"

At the same time, a dense air flows, and the auspicious auspiciousness inside is constant, and the outside world cannot see the true content of the attic.

The Holy Son of the Great Xia God Dynasty and the Holy Son of the Feixian God Dynasty stood side by side, with their respective guardians standing behind them.

The two raised their heads and looked at the situation on the top of the city of God. Daxia Shengzi had a strange expression, and Feixian Shengzi had a gloomy and frightening expression, because his father was forced to show his holy power.

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

"do not know!"

Huangfu Haotian replied irritably.

Daxia Shengzi smiled slightly, stopped asking more questions, and continued to pay attention to the battle in the sky.

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

It can be seen from this that there is a big gap between the saints in the distracted state and the power in the Nascent Soul stage.

One step further to become a fairy, one step back to become an ordinary person!
This sentence is not only suitable for mortals and immortals, but also for the gap between Nascent Soul and Saint, which cannot be bridged.

"kill!"

The blood in the emperor's body was boiling, and his physical body was half-sacred, and a small part of his blood had already been transformed into holy blood, otherwise he would not be able to bloom a ray of holy power.

But this kind of holy blood, definitely not too much, only a dozen drops!
"Boom!"

The emperor attacked, like a rhinoceros armored vehicle, crushing everything, he punched out, without using any magic weapon, he actually wanted to confront Ye Cheng physically.

The duels between monks seldom use the physical body to fight against each other, and most of them use magic tools, or supernatural powers, magic circles, and runes to fight against each other. It is very rare for the physical body to face head-to-head.

"The emperor's physical body is sanctified. If it is a single-wheeled physical body, no one is his opponent!" The old man hiding in the void beside the Kyushu Saintess said.

Saintess Liu of Kyushu frowned slightly, and said: "The young man has a flying sword, and a sword spirit is born in it, which can cut the body of a demi-saint. He probably wouldn't do it like that. Don't you use that flying sword?"

"Hehe, young man? I don't think so. This kid has at least 3000 years of cultivation, but his appearance is not old!" The old man shook his head lightly, thinking that Ye Cheng couldn't really be as young as his appearance.

In another attic, dense air flickered.

"My father will win!"

Huangfu Haotian said proudly.

"Naturally, the Emperor Feixian possesses a semi-holy cultivation base, and he was born as a saint, so this son cannot possibly be his opponent!" Prince Daxia nodded, without doubting Haofu Haotian's words.

At this time, the top of the city of God.

The emperor has already arrived, less than ten feet away from Ye Cheng.

For people of their level, such a distance makes no difference from being next to each other.

Ye Cheng was not afraid at all, he tempered his body with the blood essence of the demon emperor Tiandi, and forcefully pushed the Taoist body of the Heavenly Emperor into the Nascent Soul stage. If he was against the complete body of a saint, he would naturally be invincible.

But the emperor is only a half-step saint, so what if the body is sanctified?

The emperor struck with a punch, Ye Cheng did not dodge or dodge, and also responded with his fist.

"puff!"

"Crack!"

Two sounds came out one after another, the bones in Ye Cheng's body were crystal clear like jade, indestructible, he was completely unharmed when he punched directly, but he only took half a step back, but the emperor flew out backwards, his fist exploded, and bone and flesh shattered.

"how so……"

Everyone was stunned. The boiling city suddenly became very quiet. The atmosphere was so strange that everyone felt chills.

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

The beautiful eyes of the Saintess of Kyushu widened, her tender body froze in place.

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

In the other attic, Daxia Shengzi's jaw was almost hanging on the ground, staring blankly at everything in front of him.

Huangfu Haotian, the prince of Feixian, opened his mouth wide, unable to utter a word, his mind was buzzing, and he almost lost the ability to think.

"Ah! I don't believe you can compare to my holy body!"

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

Three drops of holy blood were ignited, and there were only a dozen drops of holy blood in the emperor's body, which he had accumulated over hundreds of years, but now he burned three drops in one go, and his respect for Ye Cheng Hatred, has reached the bone marrow, indelible.

The holy blood was burned, and the emperor's appearance was changing rapidly. The original him looked like 27. After three drops of holy blood were burned, the emperor's face was more than ten years old, and he was no longer the white-clothed man. Sheng Xue, a young man like a god.

"kill!"

The emperor struck again, the edge of his fist was shining brightly, he would get up wherever he fell, and he was ready to fight Ye Cheng again.

"puff!"

"Crack!"

The two fists collided again, this scene seemed familiar.

It's just that this time Ye Cheng took two steps back, and the emperor flew out again, the same fist exploded, sending broken bones and flesh flying.

"This……"

Everyone looked at each other, suffocated for a while, and they didn't know how to evaluate.

"Hiss! Burning holy-level blood essence is no match for this person? Where did the monster come from!"

The old man beside the Saintess of Kyushu gasped.

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

The emperor drank violently, the veins on his forehead were bulging, his eyes were about to burst, and his voice was full of chills.

"call!"

This time, the emperor gave it all up, the remaining ten drops of holy blood were burned at the same time, and the emperor rushed forward, using the same means, with a thunderous punch, like an ancient saint revived.

Ten drops of holy blood were burned, this blow was comparable to the resurrection of an ancient saint, so do it yourself!

Ye Cheng's face became serious, but he didn't 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, invincible in this world!"

Ye Cheng roared loudly, the mountains and rivers trembled, and the avenue resonated. He blasted out with the Heavenly Emperor Fist, gathering all the magic power in his body into his fist, and the success or failure depends on this punch.

"Boom!"

The fists of the two collided, like a nuclear bomb exploded, a hot white light burst out, centered on the fists of the two, it was so dazzling that everyone couldn't open their eyes, just like the super god Luo Tianzheng in the Japanese manga Hokage!
"Ah, my eyes, I, I can't see!"

Many people shouted in horror, this brilliant light directly pierced the eyes of many monks.

After one punch, the whole world is silent!

The light gradually disappeared, and below the battle between the two, nearly one-tenth of the city of God, with a range of more than a hundred miles, was directly wiped out, a piece of red land.

Ye Cheng stood there with his hands in his hands, his face was slightly pale, his blood was tumbling violently, and his heart was pounding.

Comparable to an ancient sage's blow, Ye Cheng mobilized all the mana in his body and finally held it, but he couldn't make another move, this punch consumed all of Ye Cheng's mana.

The emperor's hair is disheveled, his hip bones are sunken, and his eye sockets are only skinny, and his handsome lava can no longer be seen, like a 90-year-old old man with uncontrollable tears in his eyes.

"I lost..."

The emperor whispered, tears flowed, full of vicissitudes and sadness, as if the sun was setting and the journey was far away, everything was about to end.

"My majestic lord, a monk in the late Yuanying period, has practiced Taoism for 79 years, killed [-] enemies in his life, and has not lost a single defeat. Half of his body has stepped into the realm of distraction, and he is half a saint. Three drops of holy blood, with all the means out, they were still defeated..."

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

"My lord!"

Below the city of God, countless people mourned and wailed loudly. In the palace city of Feixian Shenchao, the dense air dispersed, and many Nascent Soul offerings, Jindan and Jinjiawei appeared, and they all knelt down on the ground, all of them burst into tears. The emperor was defeated. , they seemed even more sad.

Suddenly, the emperor's eyes flashed fiercely, like an evil spirit from hell, he shouted loudly like thunder, shocking everyone's heart.

"Even if it is defeated, so what? I am the emperor, I will kill you! Please holy soldiers!"

"when!"

A burst of Buddha's voice came, resounding in Shencheng, like Huang Zhong Dalu.

The Wujin mace appeared and flew out of the palace city. With an unrivaled momentum, it automatically fell into the hands of the emperor, and it rang softly. This is a real holy weapon, not a fake!

It is completely black, with four blades, full of tiny teeth, unpretentious, and even looks inferior to ordinary magic weapons, but such an inconspicuous black gold mace is a genuine holy weapon.

"Holy soldier! It's the black gold mace of the holy soldier! The holy soldier who has been in charge of the Feixian Dynasty for 10 years!"

Shencheng shook, and everyone looked at Wu Jinmae with fiery eyes.

"I thought I would not use you in my lifetime. I want to aspire to the top and be distracted, step into the realm of a saint, and forge a holy soldier myself! But today, it seems that I can't do without you!" The emperor gently stroked the black gold mace, bowed his head and said to himself .

The next moment, he suddenly raised his head.

"cut!"

The saint soldier was revived, like an ancient saint, Ye Cheng was not stupid enough to regret the saint soldier with the late stage strength of Jindan.

If he is a Nascent Soul cultivator, he can give it a try, but there are two big realms between the golden core and the distraction realm, which is not an order of magnitude at all, rushing up at this time is tantamount to death!

"Hmph, this is the time I've been waiting for!" Ye Cheng snorted coldly, everything was under control.

He opened his mouth and spat out a jade gourd, which was the Juling Gourd!

Inside the juling reed, there are one hundred atomic bombs, which come from the power of modern technology on the earth.One atomic bomb can kill the Nascent Soul's early stage, and a hundred atomic bombs explode at the same time, even the monks in the distracted stage may all fall!
"go with!"

Ye Cheng sighed lightly, and threw the Juling Reed over there. At the same time, he sank rapidly. After landing on the ground, an earth escape technique was used, and he went [-] meters underground in an instant.

Ye Cheng didn't stop, and continued to sink. He didn't know how much destructive power these hundred atomic bombs could produce after they exploded!

"Want to escape? Under the holy soldiers, all living beings are ants!"

The emperor sneered, seeing Juling reed attacking, he raised his hand and dropped the black gold mace. In his opinion, it was just an ordinary magic weapon, but Ye Cheng threw it out to stop him for a while.

"Crack!"

Juling reed exploded.

"Ok?"

A creepy breath came, and the emperor frowned, almost at the same time.

"Boom!"

One hundred atomic bombs exploded at the same time, with terrifying power, capable of collapsing a continent.

"Go, this power..."

In the city of God, everyone felt a wave of death. The premonition of the immortal cultivator was very accurate, and there was a feeling of imminent disaster.

(End of this chapter)