The Supreme Powerhouse of Martial Arts

At the same time, the pain in Han Chen's body receded like a tide, and streams of pure spiritual energy poured into the Purple Mansion along his limbs and bones.

A sense of power arises spontaneously!

"The physical body has become more than ten times stronger in such a short period of time..." Han Chen whispered to himself.

Originally, his physical body was already very strong, in the same realm, he was invincible!

But now, the strength of his physical body is already comparable to that of gold and iron!

"Ding! Congratulations to the host, for merging the blood of the dragon!!"

"Ding! Reward the host's holy grade martial arts "Blue Dragon Tearing the Sky Hand""

In Han Chen's eyes, a faint cyan brilliance flashed by and sank into the center of his eyebrows.

A rare look of joy appeared in Han Chen's eyes.

Qinglong tearing the hands of the sky!

That is in the world of Wu Dong Qian Kun, Wu Zu Lin Dong's unique skill to become famous!

Although "The Azure Dragon Tearing the Sky Hand" is only a part of the "Blue Sky Transforming the Dragon Art", its grade has already reached the holy grade. You must know that even the four great books are only at the fairy grade.

One can imagine how powerful Han Chen will be if he obtains the complete Qingtianhualongjue in the future!

On Han Chen's right hand, a layer of fine blue scales suddenly appeared, and it only appeared for a moment before sinking into the flesh.

There was a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Just at this moment, Han Chen is enough to feel the power of this Qinglong tearing the sky!

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He suppressed the urge to fight in his heart and calmed down his mind.

Looking at the remaining half of the keel in his hand, he took a deep breath and continued to fall into the realm of practice.

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While Han Chen was practicing, thousands of miles away, in the city lord's mansion of a huge city, there was a woman who fell into deep worry.

stomping on...

The footsteps outside the door were getting closer and closer, and immediately someone reported loudly: "This subordinate seeks to see the city lord!"

The woman's tightly locked brows were slightly relaxed, she took a deep breath, and said lightly, "Come in!"

"How's the investigation going?" the man asked.

The subordinate in black knelt on the ground and replied: "I would like to report to the city lord, this subordinate has mobilized all the people who can be contacted, but found nothing. That person seems to have appeared out of thin air, even the civil and military personnel in the Supreme Palace Officials, they know very little, and the information they can get is only what is written on the invitation card!"

After the subordinate in black finished speaking, he lowered his head, as if a little ashamed.

The woman slowly stood up and walked to the black-clothed subordinate, her eyes were already full of chills.

"Nothing at all?"

The subordinate in black trembled all over.

"Subordinates...subordinates are incompetent..."

The woman looked at the subordinate in black for a moment, then suddenly smiled.

There seemed to be something more unusual in the smile.

Seeing this smile, the subordinate in black's cold sweat instantly drenched his whole body.

Based on his understanding of the city lord, the appearance of this smile represented the end of his life...

He suddenly raised his head and said: "But my subordinates have found out that Tianxiahui and Wushuang City are about to start a big war, and this big war will definitely change the pattern of the world!"

After looking at the black-clothed subordinate for a long time, the woman seemed to think of something, shook her head, and said lightly: "Go down!"

The subordinate in black hurriedly withdrew as if he had received an amnesty.

Chapter 8: Indra! (1/3)

There are rumors in the world that the ancestor of the royal family has been in seclusion for a hundred years.

In the eyes of ordinary strong people, being able to live for hundreds of years is enough to shock the world.

In the eyes of powerhouses like Xiongba and Wuming, it is nothing more than an ordinary matter.

In the eyes of some people, a hundred years is nothing but a joke.

He has seen countless strong men, perhaps, among them, some strong men could beat him, but they were eventually annihilated in the dust of history.

He had set foot on the supreme position and enjoyed all the glory and wealth, but this was just a small episode in his life.

He has founded a powerful sect, but no matter how strong the sect is, it is only because of him.

He has lived for thousands of years, and since he took that elixir, he believes that he is invincible in the world.

He is Di Shitian!

In a deep "[-]" hall, the woman who was in the Lord's Mansion of Los Angeles not long ago has changed into a simple outfit at this time.

She walked forward at a leisurely pace, her steps were steady and firm, and she seemed to reveal a bit of piety faintly.

tata tao...

The sound of footsteps seemed particularly abrupt in this dark hall.

Every few steps she took, a copper lamp would light up on the wall of the hall, but under the light of these copper lamps, the hall became more and more gloomy.

Outside, it was still midsummer, and the sun was so hot that it almost melted the earth.

But here, it was so cold that people couldn't stop shivering.

Or, this coldness is not due to the temperature, but comes from the heart...

The woman continued to walk forward, and she walked for a long time before stopping.

She looked up, and saw the bronze throne not far away, slowly knelt down on the ground, and said, "Disciple see Master!"

The voice gradually fell, but there was still no one on the bronze throne.

She was not in a hurry, just knelt on the ground and waited slowly.

wow...

A gloomy light suddenly appeared on the throne.

The next moment, a man in green clothes and an ice mask on his head suddenly appeared there.

The woman said again: "Disciple see Master!"

The masked man sat on the throne, his eyes were full of indifference.

"You are not in Los Angeles, what are you doing at Tianmen?"

The woman stood up, took out the invitation card from her bosom, and said, "I'm here to hand this thing over to Master!"

The masked man beckoned, and the invitation actually floated up by itself and landed steadily in front of him.

Without the masked man's hands, the invitation floated in the void and slowly unfolded, revealing the words written on it.

"The royal family is in decline, and the current Emperor Wenchang is even more useless. He can only claim the title of supreme martial artist. However, in my disciple's eyes, this ancestor of the royal family is quite extraordinary..."

The masked man seemed to be very patient, carefully reading the contents of the invitation.

When he finished reading the last word, he slowly raised one hand and waved it lightly in front of him. In the void less than a foot away from him, several light spots suddenly appeared.

The light spot is getting brighter and brighter, and in the darkness, it is as dazzling as a galaxy.

The woman didn't dare to disturb him, but she was a little surprised when she looked at the spot of light.

The masked man stared at those light spots for a long time, then looked away, did not mention the ancestors of the royal family, but asked instead: "Is there any movement in the Tianxiahui?"

The woman pondered for a moment, then replied: "Master, there are two news about the Tianxiahui recently. Backlash, and secondly, it is the turmoil of the Tianxiahui, using the name of celebrating the birthday of the lord of Wushuang city, secretly dispatching people to try to annex Wushuang city!"

The masked man nodded, tapped his finger on the throne a few times, and asked, "Can the Tianxiahui and Wushuang City send someone to the Supreme Palace?"

The woman continued: "The person sent by the world is Tianshuang Hall Lord Qin Shuang, and the one sent by Wushuang City is Dugu Ming, the son of Wushuang City Lord Dugu Fang! As for Xiongba and Dugu Fang, they did not send this Take it to heart."

The masked man asked again, "Where is Wuming?"

The woman was taken aback, she obviously didn't expect that the masked man would ask Wuming...

She lowered her head and said in a slightly ashamed tone: "The disciple is incompetent..."

The masked man was not angry either, he spread his palms, and the invitation fell into it.

"Since the invitation from the royal family, it is impossible to stand on the sidelines with the nameless temperament. Everyone knows that Wenchang wants to take this opportunity to revive the imperial glory, and there will be countless turmoil at that time!"

"What does Master mean... My Tianmen will also send a strong man to the Supreme Palace?"

The masked man was silent for a moment, as if he remembered something very interesting, he smiled softly.

"No need, the royal family has fallen after all, and one or two people with some ability can't recover from the decline, so let them make trouble. You always pay attention to the movements during the period, and report any abnormalities at any time!"

"The disciple understands!"

The woman cupped her hands again, got up and left.

Looking at the woman's back, the masked man rubbed the invitation card lightly, and said lightly: "The patriarch of the royal family left the customs, the clay bodhisattva suffered backlash and died, and there will be storms in the world, and even the secrets of heaven will change. It seems that something extraordinary is going to happen in the world!"

As he said that, a ray of fire suddenly appeared on the invitation card in his hand.

His hands didn't seem to be afraid of flames at all, even if they burned, they couldn't hurt a single bit.

In the blink of an eye, the invitation was completely swallowed by the flames, turned into pieces of ashes, and fell to the ground.

"Being able to live for a hundred years is considered a rare master. Perhaps, he has already reached the realm of transcendence and immortality. In addition, the second son of Fengyun, the Sword Master of Wushuang City, will dominate the world, and Wuming who lives in seclusion has already appeared six I'm alone, and there's another one, Longyuan is available, it seems that I, Di Shitian, will still be silent for a while!"

As soon as the words fell, that faint light appeared on the throne again, and Di Shitian's figure also disappeared.

Chapter 9: The Patriarch Returns to the Palace (2/3)

Leshan Lingyun Grottoes.

The keel in Han Chen's hand was only the size of a palm, and the primordial spirit on top of his head had also become a completely substantial existence, floating quietly, exuding a mysterious and mysterious aura.