Fantasy: Beginning Saint Patriarch

"What a pity... what a pity..."

There was a trace of melancholy in Ye Chen's eyes. Although these fellow disciples had no contact with him, they were fellow disciples after all. Dong Wu Qi said nonchalantly,

"Saint Child, there is no need to feel melancholy. I am a seeker who lives and dies day and night. Unless I become the most powerful being between heaven and earth, my fate will never be controlled by me..."

"Asker, life and death day and night. Destiny..."

Ye Feng murmured to himself, with a wry smile on his face, and then stopped talking.

Ten days have passed slowly. At this time, the ancient tomb world has turned into a hell on earth. The earth has been scorched by thunder. The corpses of countless monks have even been roasted into ashes. The earth is full of broken and broken objects. Law Treasure.

As the thunderclouds gradually dispersed, the roar gradually came to an end... There were now only about ten thousand of the hundreds of thousands of young monks in the ancient tomb world.

The thunder around the three treasures suspended in the sky also faded, and countless eyes stared at it for a moment.

After being baptized by the terrifying thunder, almost all the remaining young monks are at the genius level! The atmosphere was extremely depressing for a moment, but no one took the initiative to seize the treasure. After all, no one wanted to be the first to be targeted by all the geniuses.

In this way, as time gradually passed, a young genius finally couldn't stand it any longer.

This was a peak mortal man with two swords, and it was unknown which orthodox Saint Child he was. His body turned into an afterimage and rushed towards the Great Emperor inheritance.

He was about to seize three treasures in his hands. A dazzling sword light suddenly came through the sky! Mighty strong winds surged from all directions, and the sound of piercing the sky whined!

boom! !

The huge force tore the prodigy who wanted to seize the inheritance into pieces, and the sky was filled with blood.

"This treasure belongs to me! Get back, please!"

At this time, a sun rose in the sky, and a young man covered in golden armor came out of the sky, with a powerful aura filling all directions!

"What a shameless statement! The opportunity to be the Great Emperor should belong to my Immortal Transformation Sect!"

Another huge aura slowly spread out, and with the violent wind blowing up in the sky, the two of them fought directly!

"The Great Emperor's inheritance is obtained by those who are capable! Get out of here, otherwise don't blame me for being ruthless under the sword!"

"Damn it, who are you calling me? Are you educated? What kind of Sacred Land would have a wild dog like you!?"

"You two vulgar people, get out! Otherwise, I will be ruthless with my sword!"

"How dare an ant be so arrogant here?"

"The light of fireflies dares to compete with the bright moon! Get out of the way...this inheritance belongs to me!"

"This bunch of rubbish talks a lot, let's just show the real thing under my hands!"

Boom! ! !

boom! !

Clang…

The sounds of quarreling, yelling, and fighting! From time to time, blood splashed all over the sky, and from time to time, screams could be heard...

"Saint Child, do we need to take action?"

Dong Wuqi said to Ye Chen, Ye Chen shook his head and said,

"Don't worry, the emperors of the three sects haven't taken action yet."

"Yes, Saint Child."

Dong Wuqi looked in the direction of the three sects. Since Ye Chen couldn't take action, he closed his eyes and started practicing.

The sky was filled with tragedy. As time went by, only less than 5,000 people remained. The stumps were scattered on the ground, and the smell of blood filled the surroundings.

Seeing that everything was similar, the emperor's son of the Three Great Traditions stood up slowly, and an aura of terror began to fill his body.

The three emperors led hundreds of geniuses to rush into the sky. Mo Hen slowly moved the sword in his hand and gave a cold drink,

"This thing belongs to our three sects, please step back!"

"Three sects? What are the three sects! The opportunity of the Great Emperor belongs to those who are capable!"

A burly young man who was half a step into the Divine Ability Realm said coldly, looking at Mo Hen with disdain. In his opinion, any emperor's son is nothing more than a chicken or a dog!

But he did have the strength. As his voice fell, Mo Hen raised his head and glanced at the burly young man, and said softly,

"Really? Then take my sword."

As Mo Hen's voice fell, he slowly walked into the burly young man and gently slashed out with the long sword in his hand.

This sword is very plain, even weak! But the burly boy's pupils shrank, and he saw thousands of swords slashing at him!

"Silver Moon Slash!"

The burly boy's whole body exploded with momentum, and the ax in his hand danced wildly, but it had no effect at all. Mo Hen's sword cut his ax like tofu, and then cut the burly boy's body into several sections.

"no, do not want!"

Blood splashed, countless pieces of meat fell from the air, and the screams of the burly boy were still echoing in the air.

For a moment, the world fell into silence!

Countless geniuses felt cold sweat dripping from their foreheads, and Mo Hen's sword completely shocked them!

"very scary!"

"This power is only possessed by the Divine Ability Realm, right?"

"But he... is only half a step into the Divine Ability Realm!"

Countless geniuses have stopped fighting for the inheritance of the Great Emperor. They are afraid... Just one ink mark is so terrifying. If the other two emperors take action, will they have a chance to get the inheritance of the Great Emperor?

"Are there still dissenters?"

Mo Hen looked down at the group of geniuses, his tone was extremely arrogant and domineering.

For a time, thousands of geniuses did not dare to take a step forward.

"Saint Child, shall we do something?"

Dong Wuqi, who was in meditation, had woken up at this time. He stared at the ink marks on the sky, with a strong fighting spirit in his eyes.

"Okay, today you and I will fight these three emperors!"

Ye Chen moved the long sword in his hand, and with a movement of his body, the sword energy filled the sky with strong winds! Boom! !

With the explosion in the air, he took the lead in charging into the sky with one sword and one person, and his whole body was as powerful as a knight riding through the sky.

"I, Zixu Sect, want this thing!"

Ye Chen's voice echoed between heaven and earth, very calm.

"Zixu Sect?!"

"Now there's something exciting to watch! A hundred years ago, Zixu Ancestor defeated the three half-emperors of the three sects. Is Zixu Saint Child going to create Mythical again today?"

"Hmph! These three sects act in such a domineering and domineering manner that I can't stand it for a long time!"

A group of geniuses stared at Ye Chen's figure and began to discuss.

"Are you the Saint Child of Zixu Sect?"

Mo Hen looked at Ye Chen with murderous eyes and a serious tone in his tone.

"Exactly!"

Ye Chen replied with his words as precious as gold.

"Stand back, or I will kill you with three swords!" Mo Hen's voice echoed in all directions, and the sword energy spread out with him as the center.

"Oh? Really...I think so too."

With a move of Ye Chen's long sword, his momentum reached its peak, and he began to compete with Mo Hen's pressure.

"So powerful! Zixu Saint Child is definitely no weaker than the Emperor of the Heavenly Sword Saint Sect!"

A voice sounded among the geniuses.