My Disciple's Milk is Fierce

"Boom!"

Stormpike landed.

The thunder rushes like Wang Yang, boundless as far as the eye can see, the electric light flickers, moves the nine heavens, submerges the earth, it is extremely terrifying, and the earth and rocks where it passes are scorched.

The traces of the original hall were completely erased.

If it weren't for the protection of the formation, most of the entire palace would be destroyed.

Under such power.

Don't say that Bei Chenheng is an ordinary person.

Even if he is at his peak, he may not be able to stop it.

For this blow, Bei Chenyong has absolute confidence. Even though he is not a saint, he has absorbed not only the strength of his eight sons, but also some geniuses he has collected over the years.

These people are practicing Nayuanshen Jue in secret.

In the end, it all became his nourishment.

With the accumulation of countless people's cultivation, he is invincible among his peers!
"ended."

Bei Chenyong's voice was cold.

Even so, he still couldn't understand the hatred, the anger in his chest was burning, and the magic flames were beating all over his body, like an ancient beast that wanted to choose someone to devour!
"Break my path to holiness, it would be too easy to die. Huh?"

Bei Chenyong raised his hand to grab it, and in the midst of the sky full of thunder, he grabbed a lonesome.

what happened?

He frowned.

Logically speaking, Bei Chenheng should be dead. Why didn't he respond when he wanted to restrain his soul?

Is it?

Bei Chenyong had a guess in his mind.

With just one blow from him, the opponent was knocked out of his wits?

This possibility is very low.

He is very clear about his own strength. No one knows better than him how powerful the spear just now is. No matter what, the soul should stay.

Not right.

Bei Chenyong narrowed his eyes, piercing through Lei Hai, wanting to see what happened.

Before he could see the situation clearly.

A figure walked out like a leisurely stroll in the sea of ​​thunder.

"how is this possible!"

Bei Chenyong frowned, a look of disbelief flashed in his eyes, and he said in a deep voice, "You're not dead?"

"Let father emperor down."

Bei Chenheng's appearance was still old. With his hands behind his back, he climbed up the steps and fell down with one step. His body, which was originally like a dead tree, suddenly heard a sound like a roaring mountain and a tsunami.

The real energy in his body rumbled, and the flesh and blood energy, like wolf smoke, pierced through the sky and scattered the clouds in all directions.

Taking his position as the center, the luck of the entire Tianyin Dynasty gathered from all directions as if being pulled.

From the top of his head, it turned into a vortex, pouring down.

"My son said a long time ago that my father has sat in this position for 5000 years, so it's time to abdicate for the virtuous!"

Bei Chenheng remained calm.

With every step he took, his aura became stronger.

The cultivation base that had been abolished quickly grew back.

Body Tempering Realm!
Meridian Realm!
Xianjun!

Fairy King!

Holy Land!

"Boom!"

Taking the last step, Bei Chenheng came in front of Bei Chenyong. He looked directly at his father, there was no wave in his eyes, and a terrifying breath swept out from his body.

The majesty of the saint suppresses the heavens and the earth!
"Oh!"

A terrifying power came over him.

Bei Chenyong's body trembled as if he had been hit hard, then his face turned pale, and he flew upside down, crashing through countless palaces amidst rumbling sounds.

There was a cloud of smoke and dust.

Bei Chenyong was lying on the ruins, bleeding from the corner of his mouth, he stood up tremblingly, his hair was messed up on his shoulders, he looked a little hysterical.

"impossible!"

"impossible!"

"I have worked so hard to achieve it. I have planned for thousands of years and have not yet become a saint. The exercises you practice are all incomplete. There is no follow-up. How can you become a saint before me?"

"wrong.!!"

"You have abolished your cultivation, why did you become a saint!!"

Bei Chenyong was on the verge of madness. He pursued it all his life, but in the end the bamboo basket was empty, but his son jumped out of the chessboard with a chess piece in his hand.

Just jump off the chessboard.

He even switched the identities of chess players and chess pieces.

This change made him want to vomit blood.

"In this world, nothing is impossible."

Bei Chenheng turned around.

this moment.

He is as rich as jade, tall and tall, wearing a jade crown. Judging from his appearance, he is only in his early twenties. Anyone who sees him can't help but praise him.

What a good son in troubled times!

Due to reaching the level of a sage, his longevity has increased by as much as ten thousand years out of thin air. The appearance of the original middle-aged man has completely become younger. In a sense, he can be regarded as rejuvenated.

As long as the Tianyin Dynasty is not destroyed, he can have everything that a saint should have in the territory of the Tianyin Dynasty, even Shouyuan!
From this point, we can also see the horror of the method of sanctification through luck.

"There must be something wrong!"

Bei Chenyong's voice was hoarse, and after a while, he suddenly raised his head, fixed his eyes on Bei Chenheng, and squeezed out a few words with difficulty.

"Borrowing the law of sanctification!"

then.

The forbidden technique of the Dali Dynasty has a great reputation in the whole world, and their Tianyin Dynasty is naturally greedy, after destroying Dali.

They searched with all their might, but found nothing.

until.

Beichenyong ascended the throne.

He also looked for it, but unfortunately he couldn't find it.

But unexpectedly.

today.

Borrowing the method of sanctification, he actually appeared in the world in the hands of his own son!
"Give it to me!"

"Give me the method of borrowing luck to become holy!"

"I will give you whatever you want!!!"

Bei Chenyong staggered forward, with longing in his eyes, and after the hope of sanctification was shattered, a ray of dawn appeared in his heart again.

"I want"

A sneer appeared on the corner of Bei Chenheng's mouth, and he said lightly: "Father, go and accompany some royal brothers!"

"what!"

Bei Chenyong froze in place.

"boom!"

The world collapsed.

Bei Chenheng made a move. He stretched out one hand, covering the sky and covering the earth. His mighty might spread for thousands of miles, submerging the entire imperial city.

He is invincible in the Holy Master Realm.

But in the face of the saint, there is no resistance at all.

This is an absolute suppression.

There is a huge difference between the two, not only the longevity, but also the strength. Even the talented and brilliant Tianjiao, it is impossible to challenge from the fairy king.

because.

From Holy Master to Saint, this is a qualitative change!
"Presumptuous!"

Bei Chenyong's face turned red, and fear rose in his heart.

After living for 5000 years, he felt the threat of death for the first time. He knew that his son, who was similar to himself, could do anything.

"I am your royal father, your life is... I gave it to you!"

"Ah."

Bei Chenheng smiled disdainfully, clenched his five fingers slightly, and said flatly: "So, I will also save my father's life."

"How dare you!"

Bei Chenyong opened his eyes wide and shouted loudly.

"Why don't I."

Bei Chenheng opened his mouth, and just about to say something, a high-pitched voice pierced the sky and resounded throughout the imperial city.

"Escort!"

"Hurry up and escort me!!"

"The Ninth Prince is rebelling!"

"."

Liu Zhen hid in a corner, mobilized all his true energy, and shouted loudly.

"Ok?"

Bei Chenheng frowned, and slapped out with one hand, a black dragon stretched across, the whole body was condensed by sword light, and the dragon's tail was thrown out, turning Liu Zhen and the palace in front of him into fly ash.

Although Liu Zhen is dead.

But his voice before dying played a role.

in the imperial city.

Streams of light shot up into the sky, and countless soldiers rushed from all directions, besieging the entire void, and the powerful aura condensed together, making the air sticky.

He glanced casually.

Then you can see dozens of saint-level figures.

some of.

Some of them were from Beichenheng's clan, while others were enshrined in the Tianyin Dynasty, or they were guest ministers.

They rushed over at the first time and saw the scene in the palace. Countless people were messed up in place.

His Highness the Ninth Prince actually pinched the God Emperor's neck and lifted him up in the air.

What is this doing?
patricide?

"His Royal Highness, is this really a rebellion?"

"It's not true, is it still fake? Isn't this scene obvious enough?"

"Bei Chenheng is too presumptuous. His actions will definitely make all the holy places in the world laugh at our Tianyin Dynasty!"

"Looking at the aura of the Ninth Prince, it seems that he has already been sanctified. With such cultivation, it seems reasonable to become the God Emperor. Besides, the God Emperor has been in power for more than [-] years, and he should give up his throne."

"After this incident, no matter what the outcome is, it will become a stain on the Tianyin Dynasty."

"Are there still few stains on the Tianyin Dynasty? Don't forget how the previous eight highnesses suddenly disappeared!"

"You mean?"

"Be careful!"

Many priests and guests were talking about it.

They don't care who is the emperor. After all, they are outsiders, and it is not up to them to dictate the affairs of the dynasty. As long as the dynasty gives them the resources for cultivation, it is enough.

But the members of the Tianyin royal family don't think so.

Some thought that Bei Chenheng's actions had insulted the royal family's face, some thought it was justified, and some even thought that they wanted to replace Bei Chenheng with Bei Chenheng.

But no matter what people think in their hearts.

None of them took a step forward.

They are all watching.

More importantly, beware of Bei Chenheng's cultivation!
He turned out to be a saint.

If the ancestor didn't make a move, everyone here is no match for Bei Chenheng. Even if they rushed forward, they would be slapped to death.

"It seems."

Bei Chenheng glanced at everyone, turned his head, and said slowly: "The will of heaven and the hearts of the people are not on your side either."

"Father, it's time to go on the road, don't keep the eight brothers waiting for a long time!"

talking.

Bei Chenheng raised his other hand.

"stop!"

Bei Chenyong yelled angrily, he struggled violently, his inner body rumbled, and wanted to break through the restraint, but unfortunately, Bei Chenheng's palm was like pouring steel.

Not moving.

He could only watch helplessly as the other party tapped his dantian Qihai with a finger.

"puff!"

A soft sound.

As if a blister had been punctured, all of Bei Chenyong's cultivation disappeared in an instant, and without his cultivation, his whole body sank down.

With an already old body, it became extremely difficult to even straighten his waist at this moment.

Bei Chenheng let go of his palm.

With a sound of "bang", Bei Chenyong fell from the void, and his whole body was dying. He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but in the end he only spit out two words.

"I hate it.!!!"

A breeze blows.

Bei Chenyong's subsequent words drifted away with the wind before he could utter them.

this moment.

Millions of people were silenced.

The cold and murderous atmosphere weighed on everyone's heart, making everyone shudder. Looking at Bei Chenheng's back, a trace of fear rose in their hearts.

Bei Chenheng stood there motionless, as if waiting for something.

Everyone here knows what he is waiting for.

at the moment.

Although Beichen Yongxiu was abolished, if he was rescued in time, his life could be extended by ten days and a half months if he was lucky, and he could be extended by a day or two if he was unlucky.

But now.

Bei Chenheng was standing there, who would dare to rescue him?

Everyone can only watch helplessly as Bei Chenyong's lifespan comes to an end bit by bit.

His downfall.

From this point of view, it can be said that it has something to do with Bei Chenheng, but it can also be said that it has nothing to do with it.

after all.

Bei Chenheng just abolished his cultivation, and he didn't kill anyone, he just stood still.

so.
patricide.

It is estimated that no one dares to wear this name on his head.

Even if someone has such an idea.

But dare not say it.