Blow up the system at the beginning, I am the tyrant Emperor Yan

Soaring Holy Land.

A fairy mist curls up in the towering mountains.

The man in white was sitting cross-legged on the top of the mountain, with the golden light shining all over his back, like an unrivaled immortal, bursting out with an indescribable divine power.

"Congratulations to the Holy Son, the divine body is great!"

"Congratulations to the Holy Son, the divine body is great!!!"

There are 3000 sword cultivators in the sky, all of whom come from the sky.

Their voices, surrounding the mountains, were extremely mighty, resounding through half the sky.

"Ten years! I have been in the Holy Land for ten years, and today, I finally completed the Eight Desolation Dragon Subduing Body!"

The man in white has a handsome complexion and a gentle voice like jade, comparable to a modest gentleman.

"Little brother, what is your current cultivation level?"

A woman who looked like a banished fairy came walking barefoot through the void.

She has an elegant face, wearing a long purple dress, with a slender figure, a gold ring on her ankle, and a fluttering skirt, outlining a perfect curve.

It is far-sighted but not profane.

"Senior sister, guess what?"

Ye Yuwen laughed and joked to the woman in the blue skirt.

"Hey, little junior brother, you are being naughty again. With your current cultivation base and the blessing of subduing dragon body, how can senior sister figure it out?"

Lu Xiyao rolled his eyes at him and said with an annoyed smile.

"Senior sister, as long as you think, I can be guessed by you at any time."

Ye Yu lied and stomped into the air, creating a terrifying wave of air.

The mountains are trembling, flying sand and rocks, like a power that covers the sky and the sun!

"What? Junior brother, you have actually stepped into the level of the quasi-martial emperor."

Lu Xiyao narrowed her eyes.

"Is this the power of the Eight Desolation Subduing Dragon Body?"

"Hiss, it's really terrifying. The Holy Son is really a dragon and a phoenix among men, and he is blessed with auspiciousness!"

"This scorching sun, looking at the world, who can compare with the Holy Son?"

The disciples all over the mountains and plains looked at him with reverence, causing an uproar.

Facing this highly anticipated moment.

Ye Yu looked cold and arrogant, standing in the void with his hands behind his back, enjoying the aura of being sought after very much in his heart.

huh huh.

Right now.

Two beams of light burst out from the sky, traveling at an extremely violent speed.

"First Elder, Second Elder, where are you going in such a hurry?"

Ye Yu narrowed his eyes, and immediately called the two of them to stop.

"Holy Son, this matter has something to do with you..."

The Great Elder stagnated in the air and narrated.

"What? Ye Yan, that trash, dares to exile my queen mother!"

"Just his trash, is he worthy of being called a tyrant?!"

Hearing this, Ye Yu's complexion gradually became gloomy, and his dragon-subduing combat body was pushed to the extreme.

Seeing Ye Yu's eyes bursting with anger.

Lu Xiyao felt a little distressed, lightly stroked his shoulder and said, "Little Junior Brother, let's go with you this time, to settle your karma in the secular world, so as not to affect your future Dao Xin."

"Senior sister, it's nothing more than a piece of trash. Why bother mobilizing people? Back then, if I hadn't entered the Holy Land to practice hard and had no time to care about the affairs of the court, how could this throne be left for him to sit?"

"Today, I want this trash to take my stuff and spit it out!"

Ye Yu spoke angrily, flicked his sleeves, and fled to the void.

"Follow me and help the Holy Son to defeat the tyrant!"

Lu Xiyao's expression was cold, and she swung a long sword with her fingertips.

"Yes, Lady Saint!"

In an instant, the disciples and even the elders in this group of mountains all followed Ye Yu away.

……

night.

The bright moon was in the sky, and the silver light sprinkled all over the ground.

In the palace bedroom.

Just as Ye Yan was sitting cross-legged on the emperor porch and practicing a hundredfold cultivation, the evil python battle sword in his hand suddenly roared.

"Ok?"

Ye Yan opened his eyes slightly and scanned the outside of the hall.

"Your Majesty, a group of people are coming towards us."

Outside the hall, Li Cunxiao noticed the abnormality in the sky and reported to the emperor.

"A group of ants, act quickly, don't disturb Gu Qingxiu."

Ye Yan said indifferently, and then practiced again.

Swish!

In an instant, on the eaves of the imperial palace.

Three thousand sword cultivators stood in the air, gathering the ultimate sword intent to destroy the world.

"Trash, get out of here, Holy Son!"

Ye Yu, who was dressed in white, had a murderous look on his face, and flew over first with a long sword in his hand.

Of course—

Yanyun Eighteen Cavalry had long been guarding in front of the hall, Li Cunxiao didn't bother to beep, so when he mentioned Bi Yan's slap, he jumped into the air to kill him.

Clang!

The terrifying and powerful Bi Yan slapped Ye Yu's long sword into powder with a flash of cold light.

"what--"

Ye Yu's arm holding the sword exploded violently, and his whole body spat out residual blood, and was blasted out like a dead dog.

"This is impossible!"

"The Holy Son is the quasi-martial emperor, and has the blessing of the Dragon Subduing Body, how could he end up in such a disastrous defeat?!"

The Great Elder and others emerged, looking at the terrifying Li Cunxiao, full of horror.

"die!"

Li Cunxiao didn't talk too much, and his body was extremely violent, he lifted Bi Yan and slapped Ye Yu.

"Don't hurt my little brother!"

Lu Xiyao's cold eyes flashed, and the golden ring under her feet was thrown out at a high speed, releasing a burst of fierce energy, and collided with Li Cunxiao away.

"Ants are also suitable for blocking the road?"

Li Cunxiao looked at him with disdain, and his arm shook violently, and the golden ring split open like a rotten one.

"Pfft!"

The magic weapon was shattered, Lu Xiyao's face was pale, and she coughed up a mouthful of blood when she suffered a backlash.

"Go, this person is invincible!"

The elder's pupils shrank.

You must know that Lu Xiyao's golden ring is a high-level magic weapon, even he should not be underestimated, but it was blown to pieces by Li Cunxiao.

The strength of this person is simply too terrifying!
"Rebel, where are you going!"

Yanyun's eighteen riders shouted loudly, raised a big bow with their hands behind their backs, pulled the string and shot away.

shhhhh!

The arrows rained down, killing many sword cultivators in the sky.

"Eighteen Martial Kings?!"

The second elder was shocked, he didn't expect this tyrant to have such a strong background.

"Quick, set up the sword array!"

The Great Elder yelled heavily: "Hurry up and leave the Holy Son and the Holy Maiden!"

"Yes, Great Elder!"

A group of sword repair disciples gathered together to form a giant sword intent, killing them like a dragon.

Yan Yun's Eighteen Riders ignored the intent of the sword, and they all soared into the sky, gliding through the clouds, holding their knives like slaughtering dogs!
"Ahhh!"

Above the sky, there were screams again and again.

The second elder was frightened and was about to save Ye Yu and the others when they left.

Li Cunxiao exploded with one punch.

"You are actually the pinnacle of the Martial Emperor!"

The Great Elder's eyes were scarlet, and he didn't care too much, and directly resorted to his ultimate move.

Ye Yu and Lu Xiyao are the inheritance hopes of their holy land, and they must not fall here.

"Old guy, die for me!"

Li Cunxiao is like a god of killing, his roaring sound is comparable to the wrath of thunder.

But one breath.

Great Elder of Fuyao Holy Land, die here!
But at this moment, Yanyun Eighteen Cavalry had already broken through the sword array, leaving none of the armor of the three thousand sword cultivators slaughtered.

Li Cunxiao glanced angrily, but he didn't expect that woman Lu Xiyao to take advantage of the chaos and run away with Ye Yu.

"Cut the grass without eradicating the roots, and the spring breeze will regenerate."

"To the lonely death!"

At this time, the door of the emperor's palace was slammed open, and Ye Yan's majestic voice came out.

A giant hand of golden light shot out from him, fiercely shooting towards the direction where Lu Xiyao and the others were fleeing.

The sound of big hands piercing the sky!

Comparable to the wrath of Tianwei, turning the void, no one looks down!
"No!"

Feel the terrifying coolness rising from behind.

Lu Xiyao, who was constantly running away, hugged Ye Yu Qiqi in fear, and was directly flattened in despair by the big hand.