Rebirth of the Invincible Emperor

Chapter 524 Overwhelming Three Saints
The attack of the fourteen and a half saints is really terrifying. Just that kind of power, people can't help but want to worship, even if the real saints come in person, they will die on the spot when facing the fourteen ancient saints !

Throughout the ages, except for the turbulent years, there has never been so many semi-saints attacking at the same time. Most of the people who were besieged had no chance of survival.

"Chinese people, but a few days ago, you killed Zhao Yihuan, a direct descendant of my Zhao clan, in Xingchen Pavilion of Tiantong Xingwang's family?"

Zhao Jianchen walked over in the air, a wave of holy power spread out, making people breathless, the fairy sword behind him rushed out into the night, the sword intent swirled around him, and a terrifying killing intent gushed out from his body .

Facing the fourteen half-sages, Ye Cheng was not afraid at all, but shook his head and smiled lightly: "I did kill two people that day, could it be that one of them is a direct descendant of your Zhao clan? It seems that there is no one in the Zhao clan, He is really too weak, like an ant."

"Haha, how brave!"

Zhao Jianchen smiled instead of anger, he thought that after he opened his mouth, Ye Cheng would be so frightened that he would immediately cry out and kneel down to beg for mercy, but he didn't expect Ye Cheng to be so stubborn.

"In that case, I give you death!"

The smile on Zhao Jianchen's face faded away, and he spoke calmly.

The other thirteen half-sages didn't intend to do anything, they took the initiative to disperse, and surrounded Ye Cheng to prevent him from escaping. If it is true that more than a dozen half-sages took action at the same time to deal with a monk in the early stage of Nascent Soul, tell them Also embarrassing.

Zhao Jianchen walked like a tiger, his black clothes creaked, he rushed forward, his eyes were full of murderous intent, his face was indifferent, the immortal sword buzzing behind him, like a long dragon, automatically slashed down in the air.

"Whoosh!"

A sword light surpassed the height of a hundred feet and was invincible. This was a blow that was close to being a saint. Although Zhao Jianchen was at the peak of the semi-sage, his attainments in the way of swords were far beyond that of ordinary people.

Immeasurable sword light fell, the void trembled violently, ten thousand sword lights surged, all materialized, like blades, just one sword, blocked all the escape routes in this void, Ye Cheng must take this sword!
The lion fights the rabbit, even if he fights with all his strength, Zhao Jianchen doesn't want any accidents, he just wants to kill Ye Cheng with one sword.

"That's right, I didn't expect a mere half-sage to have such an understanding of swordsmanship. It seems that your Zhao clan is not unmanned!"

Ye Cheng commented casually, his casual attitude completely angered Zhao Jianchen.

"Wait for me to tear your body into ten thousand pieces, and take your soul as a sword slave, and see if your mouth is still hard!" Zhao Jianchen said coldly, and said no more.

As a dignified half-saint, he felt that any more nonsense with Ye Cheng would be a loss of status.

"It's a pity, if the emperor is still a golden core, I would value you a little bit, but now that the emperor has condensed the Nascent Soul, you can't hurt the emperor with this method." Ye Cheng shook his head lightly, his eyes filled with arrogance.

Ye Cheng raised his hand and opened it wide. His whole body was covered with a layer of gray light, which was very inconspicuous, like a pearl covered in dust, but this gray light gave people an extremely dangerous feeling.

The air of chaos!

With the knowledge of Zhao Jianchen and others, they still don't know this kind of thing beyond their vision.

"Strengthening the mountain and the air is unparalleled!"

Ye Cheng raised his hand and punched, covering his whole body with the chaotic energy, the Nascent Soul in his dantian suddenly opened his eyes.

"when!"

He punched out, and the materialized sword energy that fell from the void disintegrated in an instant like paper.

"what!"

Zhao Jianchen's expression finally changed, and the expressions of the other thirteen semi-sages also became extremely dignified.

After Ye Cheng condensed the Nascent Soul, his strength increased by more than one level. He was like a real dragon. When he swung his fist, he was filled with a faint law of heaven and earth. Every time he punched, the Tao in the void resonated, and the ground trembled slightly. A series of visions.

Including Zhao Jianchen, these fourteen semi-sages couldn't calm down anymore.

"This child is weird!"

A half-sage surnamed Ji spoke, his face was solemn, and behind him was a golden wheel turning, making him glow like a living Bodhisattva.

"Between every gesture, the Dao resonates. Only in the early stage of the Nascent Soul, there is such a vision. It is even more difficult to keep him!"

Similarly, another half-sage of the forest clan said coldly.

He opened his mouth, and a bronze chariot grew from small to large, and finally turned into the size of a house, with mottled monuments on it, full of the breath of time.

This bronze chariot was originally a dilapidated holy soldier, but it was obtained by the half-sage of the forest clan in the ancient battlefield of the starry sky. After refining, it turned into his Taoist soldier, surpassing the average half-sage.

"Kill him!" Zhao Jianchen shouted lightly.

The friendship between the Ji family, the Lin family and the Zhao family can be said to be the same. The three half-sages didn't care about face, because they already felt that Ye Cheng was extraordinary. If you don't kill him today, maybe you won't have a chance in the future up.

Three waves of terrifying holy power came, and the three of them had no intention of retaining their strength at all. They were almost the most powerful means of attack!
"hiss!"

The onlookers who were hundreds of miles away, either standing in the void, or standing on the streets of Tianshu City, saw this scene, and they all took a breath of air.

"The three and a half saints are in a hurry! You don't want to lose face, you want to kill this young Chinese man forcefully, just like the three Mahayana monks of the Golden Crow royal family back then, kill Da Yi Tianzun!" Someone's eyes were empty. Looking forward, he opened his mouth dullly.

"The performance of this Chinese youth is too shocking. The Five-Color Heaven Tribulation has never been heard of in ancient times, and the Ji, Lin, and Zhao families are unwilling to see it. The rise of this Chinese youth can only be strangled in the cradle. After all, there was only one Dayi Tianzun in the Chinese race back then, and all the ancient clans in the Ziwei Starfield bowed their heads, who would want to repeat the scene of that year?" A Nascent Soul leader shook his head lightly.

Zhao Jianchen made a move. He was holding a semi-holy sword, like a divine rainbow, whose speed exceeded the sound barrier by more than ten times. He came to Ye Cheng in the blink of an eye, and slashed down with his sword, intending to cut off Ye Cheng's head!
Ye Cheng raised his hand, and the chaotic air surged in his palm, and a gray piece was attached to the surface of his hands. With a light grip, he held this fairy sword in his hand!
"Clang!"

There was a sound of metal impact, and the blade seemed to be chopped on gold and iron.

"What? Receive the holy artifact empty-handed!"

Zhao Jianchen felt a burst of horror, he couldn't be more clear about the lethality of his fairy sword.

Even if a sage came in person, he wouldn't dare to use his physical body to pick it up, would he?

"You're really flattering yourself. It's clearly a semi-holy weapon, but you insist on calling it a holy weapon. This sword is far behind." Ye Cheng shook his head and laughed.

"you!"

Zhao Jianchen's old face turned blue and red. After all, he had lived for thousands of years and the city was extremely deep. He quickly recovered his calm and said with a sneer, "Even if it's just a semi-holy sword, it's enough to kill you!"

"Is it?"

A faint smile appeared on the corner of Ye Cheng's mouth. He exerted force with one hand with great momentum. Under the blessing of the energy of chaos, Zhao Jianchen's fairy sword twisted and deformed rapidly, and finally snapped inch by inch with a 'dang' sound. Turned into countless silver fragments.

"boom!"

At the same time, Ye Cheng punched Zhao Jianchen's chest, causing his chest to sag, spurting out a mouthful of blood, and he flew upside down.

"What? Brother Zhao, are you alright?" the half-sage of the Ji clan asked, extremely surprised.

Zhao Jianchen's face turned pale, but there was no serious problem. The collapsed part of his chest recovered in an instant, but he only lost part of his original power. The semi-saint didn't die so easily.

"There is something wrong with this son, the gray layer of gas on his body is his reliance!"

Zhao Jianchen grimaced, aware of the problem.

"I'll meet him!"

This half-sage of the Ji clan drinks lightly. He is like a Buddha. The golden wheel on the back of his head is turning, dazzling like the sun and the moon. The golden wheel flies out and spins towards Ye Cheng. Wherever the golden wheel passes, immediately A tornado was set off, with great momentum.

At the same time, the half-sage of the Lin clan also made a move. The bronze chariot under his feet was rolling towards Ye Cheng with an irresistible half-sage power.

Ye Cheng ascended to the sky, advancing instead of retreating, the chaotic air surged on the surface of his body, turning into a jet-black battle suit, bursting out with a icy cold light.

"Pounding!"

Ye Cheng punched twice, the golden wheel of the Ji clan semi-sage and the chariot of the Lin clan semi-sacred exploded like paper, turning into light rain all over the sky. After a half-saint Taoist soldier, he continued to bully him, and he took the initiative to attack the two half-saints!
"What did I see? The monks in the early stage of the Nascent Soul took the initiative to attack with one against two, and the opponents were two half saints?"

All the people around the audience opened their mouths and rubbed their eyes vigorously, feeling unreal.

"boom!"

"Crack!"

The two half-sages of the Ji clan and the Lin clan exploded, turning into a piece of flesh and bones, floating to the distance, condensing and reorganizing in the void more than ten miles away.

The two half-sages of the Ji clan and the Lin clan reappeared, but their faces were full of horror.

"hiss!"

The crowd around the audience gasped, as if they had seen a ghost, they got goose bumps all over their bodies, their backs felt cold, and their scalps felt numb. This scene completely shocked them.

"Who is that? What a terrifying destructive power, you can crush a semi-holy Taoist soldier with just your fist? A single punch smashed the body of a semi-holy man! Could it be that this person is a saint-level powerhouse?"

A monk who didn't know Ye Cheng gasped.

"This... what kind of holy-level power is this kid? You didn't know it when you first came here. Half a day ago, this kid was a late-stage Golden Core cultivator. He just succeeded in condensing the Nascent Soul, and he is not a holy-level strong man at all. It's a monk in the early stage of Nascent Soul..."

An insider opened his mouth with difficulty. He felt that his throat was dry and he could hardly speak.

After all, all this is too shocking. In the early days of Yuan Ying, he not only defeated the three semi-sages, but also destroyed their Taoist soldiers. It is like a fairy tale. It should only appear in dreams and should not appear in reality. !
In just a few rounds, three half-saints were already injured, and the Taoist soldiers of the half-saint level were destroyed. Who could not be surprised?
"What! A monk in the early stage of Nascent Soul? How is it possible!"

After learning the real situation, the man was completely petrified, his mouth was opened wide, and his jaw almost fell to the ground.

"Nothing is impossible, the facts are right in front of you, if I tell you, this person is from the Chinese race!"

"Ethnic Chinese……"

Everyone's pupils shrank slightly, thinking of the history that a Chinese youth came to the Ziwei Starfield ten thousand years ago, and finally sanctified in the Ziwei Starfield, which suppressed the history of all the tribes in the Ziwei Starfield.

That young man's name is Da Yi!

"If it's really Chinese...it's not surprising..."

The Lord of the Golden Pavilion of the Ziwei Starfield branch of the Xianzhen Pavilion had various surprised expressions on his face. His eyes kept flickering, and he looked back at Ye Cheng full of surprise and astonishment.

At the same time, with his hands behind his back, Ye Cheng glanced calmly at the three half-sages of the Zhao, Ji, and Lin clans. The faces of these three people had a fever, and they felt very embarrassing!

"Are you surrounding me to cross the tribulation, are you planning to attack me?"

Suddenly, Ye Cheng turned his eyes and scanned all the half saints present.

"Amitabha! The Chinese are a sin-wearing race. Their home planet is permanently exiled to the wild star field, and they will never leave. The offspring of sinners should repent and repent, but the donor does not want to repent. Obviously, he has become a demon. My Buddha is merciful and does not kill. , the poor monk will remove the evil barrier for the benefactor, go to the Foyin Temple, and repent for 1 years!"

An old monk with cold eyes spoke. There was a swastika surging above his head, which was extremely sacred, as if the Buddha was alive.

(End of this chapter)