Emperor Yutianwu

Chu Yan fell into silence.

What exactly is the problem?

Why do I feel that the quasi-sage mentioned by the young man and the quasi-sage I understand are not in the same realm at all?

Can kill hundreds of his own quasi-sages...

Can this be called a quasi-sage?

That’s holy, right?

Ancient Saint!

The true ancient saint!

Chu Yan couldn't help but said: "Little brother, the one you are talking about is not a quasi-sage, but an ancient saint, right?"

The young man's eyes were strange: "No, I'm talking about the quasi-sage... the ancient sage... the ancient sage is more powerful, the ancient sage and the quasi-sage are different, you will never be able to defeat the real saint, there are hundreds of them You can't do it, because you can't break through the real ancient saint's defense."

"As a quasi-sage, you still have a chance. The premise is that you can really create hundreds of puppets like the one in your body, and then the quasi-sage still stands there without fighting back. He is still a weaker quasi-sage. You still have a chance to be killed."

Gulu!

Chu Yan swallowed again.

Almost cursed.

I'll fuck you!

Just stand there and don't move, you still have to make hundreds of puppets to defeat him?

How about playing?

wrong!

Chu Yan's eyelids jumped again: "Little brother, you... can you see the puppet in my body?"

The young man said strangely: "Okay, why can't I see it? I'm not blind either."

Chu Yan was silent for a moment.

There's something...something wrong with this boy.

Chu Yan thought at first that this was just an ordinary spirit, but now he sees...

This spirit is a bit unbelievable.

See through one's own realm at a glance.

He also said some random words that he didn't understand.

Now I saw the puppet inside me again.

You know, these are Chu Yan's biggest trump cards, as well as secrets that he doesn't dare to let others know.

Chu Yan scratched his head.

There is some craziness.

what happened.

Which part went wrong?

Chu Yan hesitated and said: "Little brother, you said you have seen the quasi-sage... Where have you seen it? Is there one under that cave?"

The young man hesitated and shook his head: "I don't know."

"have no idea?"

Chu Yan was startled: "How could you not know?"

The young man said: "Under that sky cave... it's very gloomy. I experienced a deep sleep, and when I woke up, I was there! I don't know what's inside, but there are many spirits like me."

"As for whether there are quasi-sages, I don't know."

Chu Yan fell into silence.

Buzz!

At this moment, the sky suddenly shook.

A dazzling light rose from the Daotong camp.

There was a very powerful aura approaching in the distance.

Chu Yan turned around and looked, and after a while, a figure flew towards him through the air.

Chu Yan's eyes narrowed.

The strong man of the Divine Court!

The person who came was an old man wearing a gray robe. When the old man saw Chu Yan, his face turned gloomy: "Chu Yan, you are so brave!"

At this moment, the old man was really shocked.

You know, now the entire battlefield of gods and demons is blocked by the gods, and even the demon palace has been suppressed.

Countless powerful men from Shenting searched Chu Yan inch by inch, but instead of running away, Chu Yan came to Daotong Camp and killed Cheng Chen?

What kind of lunatic is this?

Chu Yan glanced at the gray-robed old man and narrowed his eyes slightly.

Very strong.

At least not weaker than Cheng Chen.

It is also a quasi-saint level.

The quasi-sage in his own perception.

At this time, Chu Yan suddenly looked at the boy from the mine and asked, "Little brother, is he a quasi-sage?"

The young man glanced at the old man in gray robe and said with a look of disgust: "No, he is also very weak, almost the same as you, but he is not as good as you. You are just at a lower level. There will be opportunities in the future. He has simply followed the wrong path. , has been abolished and has nothing to do with the holy word.”

Chu Yan's eyes shrank.

Wrong road!

This is a very crucial message.

"Idealism!"

At this time, the educated youth suddenly said: "I know what he is talking about about the quasi-sage!"

"What do you mean?" Chu Yan asked.

The educated youth said solemnly: "Idealism! The path of self-centeredness is inherently a wrong path, so even if you reach the top, there is a high probability that you will not be able to break through the ancient saints! Therefore, the top level of self-centeredness cannot be called a saint."

Chu Yan suddenly realized.

The heart beats loudly.

He knew what the quasi-sage this young man was talking about!

Top notch idealism!

"So...level 10 idealism, can you beat hundreds of me? Is the gap between egoism and idealism so big?"

Chu Yan has always known that there is a realm of ‘idealism’.

That is the right way to become a giant.

But he always believed that even if there was a gap between the two realms, it would not be too big, it was just a difference between right and wrong.

Now...he understood that he was so wrong.

Idealism... is much stronger than egoism.

At this time, the old man in gray robe frowned slightly when he heard the conversation between the two, and snorted coldly: "What a mess, boy, just accept death."

Tsk - the next second, the old man in gray robe spread his palm and shot a long sword towards Chu Yan.

Chu Yan just glanced at it and stepped on it with the sole of his foot.

boom!

Suddenly, a sword energy storm formed with him as the center.

Sword Domain!

A sword seal also appeared between Chu Yan's eyebrows.

God of Swordsmanship!

Buzz!

In an instant, the gray-robed old man's sword seemed to be suppressed, and he suddenly became frightened and stopped just inches away from Chu Yan.

Chu Yan flicked his finger.

puff!

The long sword turned back immediately, and the gray-robed old man's eyes shrank, but just as he was about to attack, his face changed drastically.

Because he found that his sword was completely out of control, and the power on it was more than dozens of times stronger.

Puff!

The gray-robed old man's body froze, and a red dot appeared between his eyebrows.

Instant kill!

Chu Yan said speechlessly: "Hit me with a sword? What's the idea?"

He has the sword god, and it can be said that the sword of the entire God and Demon Era belongs to him. To put it bluntly, in the God and Demon Era, no sword cultivator can hurt him.

Chu Yan ignored the dead gray-robed old man, turned around and looked at the boy again, and fell into silence.

Idealism, Quasi-Saint...

Chu Yan found that the boy's few words opened up a new world for him.

Chu Yan thought for a while and suddenly said: "Little brother, can you help me become a quasi-saint?"

The boy shook his head slightly: "No, it's very difficult. You can only cultivate that path by yourself. No one can help you."

Chu Yan hesitated and said: "Little brother, do you know where there is such a quasi-saint as you said?"

Chu Yan had always thought that he had the fighting power of a quasi-saint. In the world where the ancient saints disappeared, he was already very powerful.

Even if he couldn't be invincible, he could fight anyone he met.

Even the God Ancestor and the Demon Ancestor couldn't kill him in seconds.

But now, he knew he was wrong.

Extremely wrong.

The boy shook his head: "I don't know."

Chu Yan hesitated and suddenly took out a candied haws.

The boy: "I know."

Chu Yan: "..."

The boy pondered for a while and said: "I'm not sure, but under the sky cave, I have felt the breath of the right path, but I don't know whether it is a quasi-saint."

Chu Yan narrowed his eyes slightly: "Sky cave?"