In front of the Qingdi Ancient Palace, Yan Ruyu slowly stepped forward and came to the middle of the crowd, looking at the geniuses in front of her with a calm expression.
That beautiful face that emerged from the mud but was not stained, and was pure and clear but not demonic, immediately made everyone breathe silently. Even some gray-haired elders were attracted by Yan Ruyu's unparalleled appearance.
As for Holy Son Daoyi, the younger generation like Holy Son Zifu is even more difficult to control themselves.
On the contrary, Yaoguang Holy Son, Ji Haoyue, Jiang Yifei and a group of female geniuses withstood Yan Ruyu's peerless beauty without making a fool of themselves.
The holy masters and family heads of Daoyi Holy Land, Zifu Holy Land and other forces all showed ugly expressions on their faces. Yan Ruyu had not shown her strength yet, but just by showing her own face, she made her own holy son so miserable. Could it be that he was a waste?
Moreover, Holy Son Yaoguang, Ji Haoyue and Jiang Yifei were not affected by beauty. They were obviously firm in their Taoism and had widened the gap with their own Holy Son.
However, Holy Son Yaoguang was not paying attention to Yan Ruyu at this time, but to Jiang Yifei who was standing in the Jiang family camp.
He had heard of Jiang Yifei's name as early as in the past. This person was not only valued by the elders of the Jiang family, but also used the power of the Jiang family to directly overturn the chessboard when he was selected as a chess piece by the ruthless lineage, taking away many pieces of the chessboard.
The Art of Destroying Heaven······
Of course, these are not what concern Yaoguang Holy Son the most. What he is concerned about is because Jiang Yifei has exactly the same face as Emperor Hengyu, which has to make Yaoguang Holy Son doubt Jiang Yifei's identity.
If they from the Yaoguang Holy Land and the ruthless people hadn't found out that Jiang Yifei's parents were powerful men from the previous generation, they might have really suspected that Jiang Yifei was the son of Emperor Hengyu.
Feeling the fearful gaze of Holy Son Yaoguang, Jiang Yifei looked over, then smiled slightly, as if nothing happened.
The eyes of Yaoguang Holy Son and Jiang Yifei met, and naturally they were noticed by Ji Haoyue and Yan Ruyu.
Yan Ruyu's expression was calm, but Ji Haoyue's face was a little gloomy. The two of them, Yaoguang Holy Son and Jiang Yifei, obviously did not take this Eastern Wasteland Divine Body in their eyes.
"Fairy Yan, I am Li Tiancheng, a disciple of the Palace of Disillusionment, here to learn Fairy Yan's clever tricks!"
At this moment, a young man suddenly jumped out from the direction of the Palace of Disillusionment, stared at Yan Ruyu with burning eyes and said.
Yan Ruyu frowned slightly, and the way Li Tiancheng looked at her made her very unhappy.
With a green light flashing in her eyes, Yan Ruyu looked at Li Tiancheng.
This action immediately made Li Tiancheng happy, and he seemed to feel that he had attracted the other party's attention.
However, just as a smile appeared at the corner of Li Tiancheng's mouth, an invisible spiritual power fell on Li Tiancheng's eyebrows. The vast and powerful spiritual power directly suppressed Li Tiancheng and passed out, with a smile at the corner of his mouth.
Fell down.
The Master of the Palace of Disillusionment, who was standing there wanting to see the performance of his heir, suddenly froze, and then waved his sleeves with a gloomy expression to call Li Tiancheng back, sighing in his heart:
"The Demon Emperor's Nine Slashes, is this the foundation of the Great Emperor's inheritance?"
My heart became more eager for the emperor-level scriptures, and I couldn't help but think of what the mysterious man who sneaked into the palace said before.
That's right, what Yan Ruyu just used was to kill people invisible and specialize in the Nine Slashes of the Demon Emperor. With Li Tiancheng's strength, if he hadn't been deceived by the magical weapon that defended against spiritual attacks between his eyebrows, Li Tiancheng would have been more than just unconscious.
It used to be so simple.
A look of disdain flashed in the eyes of Saint Dao Yi. It was obvious that Li Tiancheng looked down upon Li Tiancheng's stupid performance. He flew forward and said:
"The Holy Son of Daoyi Holy Land, come to learn the methods of Qingdi's lineage!"
At this time, his mind has recovered, and he can remain calm even when faced with Yan Ruyu's extraordinary appearance. From this, it can be seen that the younger generation of Donghuang still has something.
Yan Ruyu did not answer, but took action directly, raising an illusory green lotus formed by divine power with her right hand, slowly blooming, and then pressed down towards Holy Son Daoyi.
The green lotus shadow carries the meaning of suppression. The green light shines towards Holy Son Dao Yi, and an invisible force of restraint falls on Holy Son Dao Yi, as if to lock and suppress him in place.
"snort!"
Holy Son Daoyi snorted coldly, and the divine power bloomed all over his body, and the aura of the Four Extremes Secret Realm bloomed without reservation, shaking away the blue lotus shadow that shrouded his head.
At the same time, a chaotic-colored gourd flew out of the body of Saint Son Dao Yi, with a mysterious aura on it. It was not like a magic weapon from the Four Extremes Secret Realm at all.
It's just that the gourd looks extremely broken, but the power it exerts is the same as that of Daoyi Holy Son. This is why no one stopped him after he used this gourd.
Yan Jing's eyes flashed when he saw this, and he knew that the gourd belonging to Saint Dao Yi was the legendary treasure, the treasure gourd as famous as the Nailhead Seven Arrows Book - the "Immortal Killing Gourd".
He frowned slightly, thinking about how to get the Immortal Killing Gourd.
If others don't know what treasure this gourd is, doesn't he know that it is a broken imperial weapon passed down from ancient times?
If the gourd can be repaired, won't the Shang Building have another imperial weapon?
In the field, Yan Ruyu saw Holy Son Dao Yi taking out a magical weapon. She also made a move with her right hand, and a blue lotus flew out from Yan Ruyu's sea of suffering, and faced the broken gourd of Holy Son Dao Yi.
"What kind of gourd is this? It can actually compete with or even have the upper hand with the magical weapons refined by the descendants of the Qing Emperor?"
There were also people in the field who saw the extraordinary nature of the broken gourd, but because it was a broken treasure and was obtained by chance from the Holy Son Dao Yi, no one paid any attention to it anymore.
After all, Holy Lord Dao Yi's face was already very ugly at this time. If he continued to pay attention to it, wouldn't it be very troublesome to be misunderstood by Holy Lord Dao Yi and want to kill people and seize treasures?
After everyone restrained their gazes, Holy Lord Dao Yi's expression softened slightly. It was obvious that he just wanted to warn others not to focus on his Holy Son.
The fight between Holy Son Dao Yi and Yan Ruyu became more and more intense. Although there was no blood-soaked punch, Holy Son Dao Yi and Yan Ruyu unleashed all kinds of magical methods, making them look even more immortal.
The air is vague and vague, just like a crowd of gods and immortals.
"Demon Emperor's Nine Slashes·Destroy the Line!"
Yan Ruyu took advantage of the moment when Holy Son Daoyi showed his flaw and shouted in a low voice.
The forbidden chapter in the Qing Emperor's scriptures was displayed, the Demon Emperor's Nine Slashes.
The invisible power of the soul rushed directly towards the forehead of Saint Son Dao Yi, as if he would not give up until he was killed.
Faced with such a crisis, Saint Son Daoyi's expression changed slightly, he lifted the gourd in his hand to block it between his eyebrows, and just then blocked Yan Ruyu's explosion at the critical moment.
However, since there was a drop of bright red blood dripping from the forehead of the Holy Son, it was obvious that he was still seriously injured just now.
Yan Ruyu said calmly:
"Holy Son Daoyi, you have failed!"
Saint Son Daoyi, with his hair disheveled, left the place with an angry roar and flew towards the distance.
Obviously, his defeat to Yan Ruyu just now was a bit difficult for him to accept. He boasted that he had the qualifications to achieve enlightenment, and he had the opportunity to achieve enlightenment in this era where the suppression of Qingdi Avenue was dissipated, but he never thought of losing to Yan Ruyu.
Yan Ruyu's expression was dull, and she sat cross-legged next to Yan Jing to recover herself, while some people in the crowd at Yaoguang Holy Land looked at the direction in which Holy Son Dao Yi was leaving with strange eyes...
