Fantasy: Beginning Saint Patriarch

"ah!"

"No……"

Miserable screams were accompanied by the falling of broken limbs all over the sky. The entire ancient tomb world was filled with gunpowder smoke and the pungent smell of blood. I don’t know how much time had passed. Ye Chen had killed countless geniuses. The Low Grade Emperor Treasure had even been killed. A crack appeared.

"The first sword of chaos!"

Wow! The sword energy swept wildly, and blood splashed!

"Devil! Devil in hell!"

A series of frightening sounds sounded, and some geniuses started to turn around and run away. There are not many geniuses left among the three sects at this time. Ye Chen has suppressed three thousand geniuses with one person and one sword!

Dong Wuqi had fainted at this time, but with Ye Chen guarding him, no one dared to step forward!

"You must get out of the Emperor's Tomb within ten breaths, otherwise...kill!"

Ye Chen's cold voice echoed, and evil energy flowed out. The living geniuses fled from the world of Emperor's Tomb in fear.

The surroundings gradually became quiet. Ye Chen looked at the Thunder Emperor's inheritance in the sky, walked slowly, and grasped the long sword that glowed with thunder. The world of the Emperor's Tomb began to shake.

"Inherit what I have taught you, and this emperor can sleep peacefully!"

A mighty sound fell from the sky, boom! ! !

The void began to twist, and the thunder outside the Immortal Mansion also dissipated instantly, and then... the entire emperor's tomb began to gradually collapse.

Countless forces are keeping an eye on the emperor's tomb.

"Who has obtained the inheritance of the Great Emperor?"

"Could he be the emperor's son of the third sect?"

Along with the discussion, a group of figures rushed out of the Immortal Mansion. As the figure appeared, countless forces were horrified.

Those figures were the emperors of the three sects and the geniuses of each sect, but at this moment they were not as high-spirited as before, instead they were covered in blood. Chu Xiao, the emperor of the Fiery Sword Sect, even had one of his arms broken.

"Oh my god, what happened?"

"The arm of the Emperor of the Fiery Sword Sect was actually cut off? Did he encounter some terrible existence in the tomb of Emperor Fang?"

"No, why are there so few geniuses coming out? And all of them are seriously injured?"

"Why didn't our sect Saint Child come out?"

A fearful premonition arose in the hearts of the powerful men from all the major forces.

A prodigy covered in blood returned to his sect camp, knelt in front of his Quasi-Emperor ancestor, and said with sad eyes,

"Ancestor, all the senior brothers are dead! They were all killed by Zixu Saint Child..."

"What?! What happened?" The Quasi-Emperor was instantly furious. Ninety percent of his mortal transformation genius was dead! This impact on the entire sect has been considered as severe.

"Zixu Saint Child and another disciple of Zixu Sect suppressed the three emperors in the tomb, killing three thousand geniuses, and blood flowed like rivers... The ancestors and senior brothers were also beheaded by that Zixu Saint Child!"

Wow...

There was silence in all directions, and then countless sects stared at the Zixu Sect warship unkindly. The half-emperor ancestors of the three sects also looked ugly, and the ancestors of the Fiery Knife Sect were even furious. One of their own emperor's sons actually had an arm cut off. , What does this mean for his Fiery Sword Sect?

"This son must die, otherwise there will be endless trouble!"

The ancestor of the Fiery Blade Sect gritted his teeth and stared at the emperor's tomb. The half-emperor ancestor of the Heavenly Sword Saint Sect also stood up and said loudly,

"Zixu Saint Child is cruel! He actually killed all the Taoist geniuses like us. If he succeeds in cultivation in the future, wouldn't it be a disaster to the mainland? For the sake of the world, I hope that Lin Fellow Daoist will take action to kill this child, otherwise we and the Taoists will surely I want to ask your Zixu Sect for an explanation!"

"Yes! Lin Fellow Daoist, your sect Saint Child is so murderous, he will definitely fall into Demon Dao in the future, and he must be killed today to avoid future troubles! I order you, Zixu Sect, not to seize this opportunity of the emperor's tomb again! Let us and other sects Divide it equally to make up for the loss!”

Another orthodox Quasi-Emperor ancestor stood up. As the three sects opened their mouths, Emperor Clan, Quasi-Emperor orthodoxy and even Saint Level orthodoxy began to put pressure on Lin Feng.

At this time, the Emperor's Tomb Immortal Mansion had completely collapsed, and Ye Chen walked out carrying Dong Wuqi, who had fainted.

Listening to the shouts of death around him, Ye Chen respectfully walked up to Lin Feng and said worriedly,

"Master..."

"You don't have to worry. They're just a bunch of chickens and dogs. As long as I'm here, if anyone dares to touch you, I'll kill them with one strike of my sword!"

Lin Feng's voice slowly spread out, and the aura of Quasi-Emperor's peak instantly enveloped all directions.

"Fellow Daoist Lin, I have one last question, do you want to make friends with me or not?"

The half-emperor ancestor of the Fiery Sword Sect looked at Lin Feng. Although he was very fearful, he saw that two-thirds of the forces around him were on his side. In addition, there were countless Quasi-Emperors from the three sects here. He My heart was instantly calm.

"Maybe this time we can kill Lin Feng in one fell swoop!"

The half-emperor of the Fiery Sword Sect spoke to the ancestors of the Heavenly Sword Saint Sect and the Taishang Sect.

…

The sky was full of Quasi-Emperor and Saint Realm powerhouses surrounding Lin Feng, with endless killing intent in their eyes.

Both Ye Chen and Lin Feng are too evil, so evil that countless forces find it difficult to breathe... They are afraid, afraid that the Purple Void Sect will eventually dominate this continent!

"Are you worthy of killing my Zixu Sect Saint Child? If you want to fight, then fight! What do I fear?"

Lin Feng's eyes were full of indifference, and the awe-inspiring sword energy tore through the sky! Through the void, he could vaguely see the stars in another world, and a hint of imperial power suddenly burst out from Lin Feng.

"Arrogant!"

"How dare one person go against hundreds of sects like me?"

"Next year today will be the memorial day of your ancestor Zixu!"

"From now on, there will be no more Zixu Ancestor. After we kill you, there will be no more Zixu Sect in the East Ji Continent!"

Voices echoed across the sky.

"Destroy our Zixu Sect? Taishang Sect, Heavenly Sword Saint Sect, Fiery Sword Sect, Chen family... Very good, I will kill you and the other rats today first, and then massacre a hundred of your sects!

Ye Chen, please take Dong Wuqi to the warship. I will kill hundreds of ancestors today! "

As Lin Feng's voice falls, the Law Manifestation of mountains and rivers stretches for thousands of miles, the mighty river rolls and roars, and the sword energy meets in the surging waves...

Above the sky, countless Quasi-Emperors control fire and water, or activate the illusion of the Galaxy. They use swords, swords, and guns to make clanging noises!

The precious light shines for nine days, like the Milky Way falling down, and the powerful aura floats in all directions!

"Ancestor Zixu, suffer death!"

"Immortal King Overlooks The Nine Heavens!"

"Zhao Tianchao!"

"Douzi Soul-Suppressing Art!"

Boom! ! !

Wow...

Countless forces converged, the void collapsed, the earth shook, and lava rolled in the cracks and splashed into the sky!

The strong wind exploded, and countless Divine Abilities suppressed Lin Feng.

"Ancient way: One thought seals the mountains and seas for eternity, one rage suppresses all living things. If I were destined to be like a demon, I would insist on sealing the heavens!"

Lin Feng looked at the terrifying Divine Ability in the sky, his eyes full of calm, his fingers intertwined, triggering the supreme mysterious law, the ancient sword surrounded him, the sword energy roared, Divine Ability - Demon Sealing Sutra!

As Lin Feng's voice fell, the mountains and rivers in the sky burst out with an ancient atmosphere, long and vicissitudes of life!

The fairy sounds of bells and drums seem to intersect among the long rivers stretching over the mountains.