Emperor Yutianwu

"Boom!"

Under the ladder, everyone's eyes were fixed on this sudden silver light.

Duanmu Tong's Thunder Fist was very strong. Just now, it even shattered the sky, but under the silver light, it was shattered into a bubble with just one punch, and it could no longer condense.

"So strong!" Everyone's eyes were fixed, and they were still frightened.

"It's you!" Duanmu Tong also looked at the figure under the silver light, and his pupils shrank suddenly. On the ladder that day, he was defeated by this person and missed the inheritance of the Holy Mountain. Unexpectedly, he came down the mountain.

Truman's people also looked at Lengshan. When Lengshan appeared just now, they didn't feel too strongly, but now, they couldn't calm down.

"This person is only a top saint, but he can stop Duanmu Tong in a fight. What's wrong with this world?" Everyone felt guilty.

"It's the Holy Son!" The disciples of the original Holy Mountain all widened their eyes. Lengshan was a disciple of Emperor Yan, so they naturally knew him: "The Holy Son, also went to the Holy Mountain."

"Why are you here?" Duanmu Tong asked in a low roar.

"Get lost!" Lengshan looked at Duanmu Tong indifferently, his voice was flat, and then he raised his hand, and countless golden fairy patterns condensed, turning into a terrible fist shadow, and blasted towards Duanmu Tong through the air.

Duanmu Tong was shocked. Although Lengshan was only a saint, the blow in front of him made him feel a pressure from the soul, as if to destroy him. He quickly retreated, put his hands together in front of his chest, and turned into a talisman shield.

"Boom!" With a loud noise, the talisman shield was shattered. Duanmu Tong retreated several steps in a row before he stood firm, looking at Truman with cold eyes.

"You are indeed very strong, but you are still a saint. Now that I have entered the immortal position, I will let you feel the power of the immortal." Duanmu Tong steadied himself and did not leave. The appearance of Lengshan also made him greedy. In his opinion, the inheritance of the Holy Mountain was in Lengshan. If he could take it, his position in the Cantian Taoist Temple would be more stable. Even without external help, he could still become a Taoist priest.

"Buzz!" With a wild tremor, Duanmu Tong's body burst into brilliant immortal light, and his momentum soared to the sky.

In an instant, a golden immortal shadow seemed to appear behind him, extremely sacred, and his breath changed, and a gust of wind blew violently.

Under that power, everyone's hearts couldn't help but condense: "What a terrible immortal power! Is this the immortal card cast by Duanmu Tong?"

"This is the gap between immortals and saints. One step to immortality, soaring up to the sky, immortals are extraordinary." Some people in the distance couldn't help but sigh: "What's more, Duanmu Tong's immortal position is much stronger than others. Immortals have immortal cards. His immortal card is likely to be an immortal card above the sixth grade."

Looking at Duanmu Tong, Lengshan always stood there, his eyes were slightly serious.

"I want your power!" Duanmu Tong laughed wildly, suddenly opened his arms, and crackling sounds exploded around him. Then he smiled ferociously, and a ferocious dragon of talismans flew out of his body, destroying everything, destroying everything.

"I won't lose this time!" Under the dragon of the talisman, the temple under the ladder was collapsing.

"Asshole!" Wangfeng and others roared, but they were powerless. At this time, the gap in realm directly affected the battlefield.

Unless they can reach the top saints and comprehend a trace of immortal power, they will be able to compete. Otherwise, they don't even have the spare energy to intervene in this battlefield.

At this moment, Chu Yan was standing aside, and his eyes turned to Duanmu Tong. With a hum, the evil sword flew out and was held in his palm. A stream of power flowed out from his arm, and the evil sword flew into the air and turned into an extremely huge sword, pointing downward.

Once this sword comes out, the world is a sword.

"Duanmu Tong!" Chu Yan suddenly shouted when the evil sword came out, and everyone cast strange eyes at him.

"Do you want to die?" At this time, Chu Yan looked at Duanmu Tong calmly, and the evil sword exuded a strange light. The endless sword light forbidden space completely enveloped Duanmu Tong.

"Are you crazy?" Duanmu Tong looked at Chu Yan angrily. They were all geniuses from top forces, and all had immortal weapons, so when fighting each other, they would deliberately restrain themselves. Otherwise, once the immortal weapons were used without restriction, the battlefield would be out of control.

"You are not the only one who has the Immortal Weapon. Besides, if you use this Immortal Weapon to deduce the Immortal Technique, you will be attacked. At that time, you, Chumen, will also be destroyed." Duanmu Tong stopped and looked at Chu Yan coldly.

"Yes." Chu Yan nodded without denying it. Jiu Tian Huang Long was still watching. Using the Immortal Technique with the Evil Sword would consume a lot of energy for him. At that time, if Jiu Tian Huang Long launched a sneak attack, Chumen would pay a great price.

"But you will die first." However, Chu Yan grinned and pressed his palm down lightly. Suddenly, the sword storm blocked all directions. The faces of the people around him changed. The power was too strong, and a sandstorm hundreds of feet high was rolled up.

Being blocked inside, Duanmu Tong's mouth twitched.

"For the last time, get out, or die?" Chu Yan looked coldly at the storm, where Duan Mu Tong was, nodding vigorously: "Chu Yan, you lunatic, today's matter is not over between you and me."

"Let's go!" Duan Mu Tong snorted, turned around, and left the ladder.

Although he was confident that he could survive the Immortal Killing with One Thought, he would be seriously injured. Jiu Tian Huang Long was here, so he didn't dare to gamble and could only leave first.

The people in the Cantian Taoist Temple looked at each other and had to retreat.

At this moment, Leng Shan looked up and glanced at Kong Ling'er, his eyes were very cold: "Kong Ling'er, from today on, you are no longer a disciple of the Holy Mountain."

Kong Ling'er's delicate body trembled slightly, her jade hands clenched, and she left without a response.

"It's your turn." The people from the Towering Taoist Temple left. Chu Yan turned and looked at Jiutian Huanglong: "Get out of here, or should I ask you to leave?"

Looking at Chu Yan and Feng Shan, Jiutian Huanglong licked the corner of his mouth greedily as if looking at prey: "Chu Yan, do you think you have a chance to leave the Holy Mountain by forcing us back with the magic weapons? Why don't you take the Holy Mountain away?" Share your secrets with me, and if you and I join forces, no one will be able to defeat you in this holy mountain.”

"Do you want to try the power of the Immortal Art?" Chu Yan said indifferently.

"Haha, it doesn't matter, you can think about it slowly, I will wait for you outside the ladder." Jiutian Huanglong laughed, turned and left without caring.

"The people from the Huaqing Immortal Dynasty stay!" At this moment, Chu Yan spoke again, and the faces of the disciples from the Huaqing Immortal Dynasty changed slightly, and they all looked at Jiutian Huanglong.

Chen Yi is dead. If Jiutian Huanglong is abandoned, they will have no choice but to die.

"I can keep them, but they are all the proud ones of the Huaqing Immortal Dynasty, and there are even many descendants of princes and princes. Do you dare to kill them?" Jiutian Huanglong looked at Chu Yan and asked jokingly.

"You dare to defy heaven and become king, why don't I dare?" After Chu Yan said this, he pressed the Zhuxian Sword in his hand, and the sword swept out violently. In just a moment, all the disciples of Huaqing Immortal Dynasty showed fear. The screams continued, but no one survived the sword violence.

From the beginning to the end, Jiutian Huanglong kept watching without taking any action, until finally he showed an evil smile: "You have the guts."

"Let's go!" Jiutian Huanglong turned around and flew towards the outside of the temple. As for the life and death of the people of Huaqing Immortal Dynasty, he didn't care at all.

When both parties finally left, the Chumen people heaved a sigh of relief, and then many people looked at Chu Yan with admiration.

"The sect master is amazing!"

"These bastards are taking advantage of us." Wangfeng said unhappily when he saw the two parties leaving: "Brother, why don't you just start a war?"

"Both Duanmutong and Jiutian Huanglong are not inferior to me in strength. If they were one person, I would be somewhat sure of defeating them, but with two people, I am incapable of splitting up. This is Chumen. If there is a war here, I, Chumen, will definitely win." The losses are heavy, not to mention you. If any of them targets you, I have no chance of stopping them." Chu Yan shook his head. Just now, Feng Shan and Duan Mutong collided, and he was running the Eye of the World clearly.

There is also a trace of the Immortal King's lineage in Duanmutong's body. Although it is not strong, combined with his own combat power, it is comparable to the third level of Immortal.

Although he is now a top saint, with the inheritance of the Leng family and the integration of the way of heaven, he may not be unable to fight against one person.

"It's us who are holding senior brother back." Wangfeng lowered his head in despair. Chu Yan chuckled and patted his shoulder: "Make a breakthrough and strive to reach the top saints as soon as possible. Then we will find them to settle the score."

"Yeah!" Wangfeng nodded vigorously. This time, the battle also made him feel helpless in his realm.

He was confident that if he were in the Immortal Realm, he would never be weaker than Duanmutong and Jiutian Huanglong. It was a pity that the realm was the biggest constraint in practicing cultivation.

"Everyone, thank you for taking care of Truman in the past few years. Now that I have returned, from today on, Truman will no longer be bullied." Chu Yan turned around and looked at the people around him. Truman is, after all, just a saint. The forces assembled by the major geniuses in the mountain in a short period of time are not reliable.

But at the critical moment, they were still able to stand on Chu Men's side and did not run away in the face of the battle. This is very rare, so this kind of kindness is worthy of Chu Yan's protection.

"Haha, Brother Chu, with your words, we feel more at ease. What a bullshit towering Taoist temple, Jiuxiao team, with Chu Xiong here, we no longer need to be afraid of them in the future."

"Brother Chu, if we go to the middle of the Immortal Realm in the future and see you again, don't pretend we don't know you, but treat us well." Someone joked with a smile.

"Definitely." Chu Yanlang smiled happily.

"Mr. Chu, is there still an opportunity on the ladder to heaven?" Yuqiong Xian'er asked softly from the side. Many people also looked at Chu Yan. In fact, many people have wanted to ask this question for a long time, but this kind of thing is more complicated. Sensitive, not in a good relationship, and unable to speak.

In this regard, Chu Yan spoke truthfully: "I'm dissatisfied, everyone, on the Holy Mountain, Chu did get some opportunities, not just me, Feng Shan, Duanmutong, Jiutian Huanglong are also the same, but after we wait, there will be no end to the ladder, but everyone During this period, you can still go up the ladder to practice, and if you go a little further up, you can understand some of the Immortal King’s traditions.”

"Is there no end to it?" Many geniuses were filled with disappointment, but they soon disappeared. They had given up. Now that Chu Yan allowed them to climb the ladder to heaven, it was considered an opportunity.