The Nine-Turn Talisman is less than an inch long, and it is made of divine gold. It is gorgeous and dazzling, firm and immortal, and it turns slowly, trying to fly away from Ye Fan's palm.

"If you want to leave, hold on to it!" Ye Fan folded his palms together, held it in the palm of his hand, and refined it with all his strength.

This kind of divine splendor is extremely dazzling, reflected through the palm fingers, dyeing the entire Ascension Immortal Land golden, bright and full of divine power.

In mid-air, a holy sword strikes, accompanied by a real dragon and a divine phoenix. The length is hundreds of feet long, and the ground shakes violently under the pressure. If it is not for the fairy soil, the infinite mountain range will become dust.

The power of this sword is too great, like a sword slashed by the emperor of heaven, it cuts through time and space, and the murderous intention penetrates the body, directly pressing on the soul of the person, the killing intent has arrived before the sword arrives.

"puff!"

Not far away, some people stood too close, couldn't bear this coercion, vomited blood, and were almost killed by this kind of sword intent. You must know that this is just the aftermath of passing through the air.

Everyone turned pale in shock, because among the people who vomited blood, there were actually two half-step powers. Such a stunning sword made many leaders feel palpitations, it was too terrifying.

Beside Ye Fan's body, 81 dragon pillars rushed up, like pillars supporting the sky, soaring up to the sky, piercing the immortal land with force, each one as thick as a mountain.

The dragon chant was deafening, like the roar of an ancient sage walking out of the wilderness. Many people were shocked. This was the power of the Qinling dragon.

"how can that be!"

Many people don't understand, this kind of power can definitely shake the Holy Lord, how can a monk in the Dragon Transformation Realm show such a strong attack power?

The 81 real dragons are thick and terrifying, holding the holy sword of the emperor of heaven, singing together, clear and sonorous, piercing gold and cracking rocks, revived the ancestral roots underground, and spewing out infinite power.

"Block the Heavenly Emperor Sword!"

People were surprised to discover this fact. The 81 real dragons were continuously chopped off and disappeared one by one, but it finally slowed down the golden holy sword.

In the blink of an eye, the eighty dragons were completely killed, and only one golden holy sword was left, but it also faded away.

"brush!"

The Heavenly Emperor's Holy Sword sank and fell down. Instead of cutting towards Ye Fan, it emitted a more brilliant light, forming a golden light curtain and wrapping Wang Chong's shattered body.

At this time, Ye Fan finally suppressed the Chaotic Emperor Talisman in his palm, turning it into a warm and crystal-clear treasure with flowing golden brilliance.Then, he tried his best to mobilize the dragon energy from the ground to surround the holy sword, and even wanted to wipe out the broken body.

The ground veins beat, and a red golden dragon rushed out, the red air boiled, the sky dragon swayed its tail, and its scales shone with red clouds. It was lifelike, no different from a real dragon.

The onlookers were all amazed, especially the Xunlong Earth Masters and Ouyang Ye, who were even more shocked. This was the borrowed power to seduce the Qinling dragon, and the method was terrifying.

Although they are all strange people, but not long after they came in, it was impossible to find the direction of the underground dragon veins, and it was impossible to do all this.

If there is life, the red gold real dragon coils around the sky, blocking the path of the Heavenly Emperor's holy sword, emitting the power of the real dragon, and everything is shattered under the shock.

It's a pity that people can't see the scene of Wanshan collapsing, because this is the fairy land, eternal and immortal, otherwise that kind of scene will be terrifying!

"boom!"

The golden holy sword trembled, and its brilliance was slightly obliterated by the red gold true dragon, and the shattered flesh in it almost fell out.

The Northern Emperor had no time to spare. At this time, his battle with the Emperor was at its peak. Although he had unleashed the Heavenly Emperor Sword, it was only the master of the divine mind after all, and could not be blessed for a long time.

"If my younger brother dies, I will kill and kill everyone around you one by one. I don't care what their origins are!"

Wang Teng's voice was indifferent, and it came from afar. The dragon and phoenix chirped harmoniously, dancing around his head, sacred and powerful. He was bathed in infinite divine brilliance, like the reincarnation of an ancient emperor.

Everyone felt awe-inspiring, Bei Di would do what he said, and a powerful figure like him was comparable to all saints. It was terrifying to swear like this.

Even the emperor of the god dynasty would be afraid of being threatened like this, otherwise his descendants might be beheaded.

Ye Fan didn't stop, and said, "Then I'll kill you first!"

The red dragon swung its tail and jumped into the void. Like a divine vein, it traversed the sky and strangled it. The Heavenly Emperor's holy sword was crumbling.

"Rumble..."

Not far away, the golden ancient chariot rushed over, crushing the void, destroying the barrier of time, and it arrived in an instant, flowing with the breath of the universe.

"boom!"

The golden chariot broke through the barrier, and a golden cave appeared in the air, and with the Heavenly Emperor's holy sword, it entered silently and disappeared.

"The chariot of Emperor Chaos Ancient?!" A group of people were petrified, their bodies were icy cold, they were all terrified, and their hearts were blowing cold air.

"No, how could Emperor Chaos Ancient's chariot be so weak, if it appeared, it would be enough to kill everyone present!"

"But... this golden chariot is really too similar!"

After people recognized the Nine-Turn Talisman and saw this golden ancient chariot, they would naturally have such associations, and they all felt a little tingly.

"Wang Teng's fate is too terrible. Could it be that he got everything from Emperor Chaos Gu?!"

Everyone present was terrified. In the history of the human race, anyone with such great luck would become the protagonist in the world, overwhelming and ruling a piece of ancient history.

At this time, Wang Teng has not left the battlefield, and he is still fighting with the emperor. Both of them are dragons and phoenixes among men, which is rare in ancient times, and the emperor of the human race was just like this when he was young.

They couldn't be separated, and the battle was fierce, which affected the minds of all the holy masters, and the elders and top figures were all paying attention.

But at this moment, Ye Fan walked forward step by step, without fear of anyone, he really wanted to attack Wang Teng, wanting to kill him here.

Everyone looked over, the Holy Master of the Ji Family, the Great Xia Emperor, the Western Desert Monk, and the Nanling Demon Lord all showed strange expressions.

The saintess of Yaochi, the son of Yaoguang, Yan Ruyu, the prince of Guhua, Princess Yueling, the second most beautiful woman in Zhongzhou, etc., all the eyes of the younger generation were frozen.

The one in front is Wang Teng, who has the appearance of a heavenly emperor. He is inextricably fighting with the Emperor of China, making the leaders of all parties fearful, but the holy body of the eighth transformation of the dragon is not afraid, dare to challenge? !

Everyone still remembered that when Wang Teng threatened to kill his friend just now, Ye Fan said that he would kill Beidi first, but he actually stepped forward.

This area contains an ancient dragon. After a month of observation and research, Ye Fan has already understood every inch of the land, and he can use the power of the dragon for his own use, which is enough to fight against the saints.

"Brother, this is a duel with me, Wang Teng, don't make a move." Zhonghuang said, his black hair draped over his shoulders, his punches were calm and peaceful, with the charm of an ancient holy emperor.

"Okay!" Ye Fan only uttered such a word, and stopped there, did not move forward, and waited for the result of this battle.

Wang Teng looked indifferently, glanced this way, and said: "Dye the holy blood with my emperor's sword!"

"You haven't become an emperor yet!" Wu Zhongtian and others sneered.

"If my brother is ill, all of you will be wiped out, and none of you will survive." Wang Teng was extremely indifferent.

"What a big tone, do you include me?" A voice came, sonorous and powerful, like the roar of a golden bell.

"Boom!"

A big black stick pierced the sky and smashed down. It was majestic and powerful, and the laws of heaven and earth resonated with it. All the leaders were terrified.

The black stick weighed billions of ounces, and the fairy soil was crushed to pieces. If it was elsewhere, the endless mountains would be reduced to dust.

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