The tall purple luck was the most precious and strange luck that Tang Xuanming had seen in this world.
He couldn't help but be moved by that kind of powerful and extraordinary luck, but as his strength became stronger, what he felt when meeting such a person was not fear, but excitement.
I want to challenge this old monster who has lived for thousands of years, this old monster who has almost turned the world of martial arts into the world of immortality.
He returned to the snow-capped mountains at a very fast speed, but did not see Emperor Shaktian. However, Wen Chou Chou brought a middle-aged man dressed in ancient costumes to him.
There was no need for Tang Xue Xuanming to ask, the middle-aged man refused to enter and said without hesitation: "You are not far from death."
Tang Xuanming was not surprised at all. Alchemists usually said nothing to surprise people, and they had to make people stunned for a while.
"Where does this come from?"
He was not worried at all. He sat slantedly on Huo Qilin's body and slowly took a sip of wine. He looked like a wanderer, carefree and at ease.
"You touched something you shouldn't have touched, and it will lead to death."
"oh!"
Tang Xuanming still looked neither salty nor bland, which made the middle-aged alchemist feel a little embarrassed.
"Are you talking about the snowy mountain in front of you?"
"indeed!"
The middle-aged alchemist looked at the hundreds or thousands of coolies and his face became serious. Such emotion made Wen Chou Chou look a little more solemn.
"This is where the Dragon Vein lies. Once it is touched, it will cause the fate of heaven and earth to backfire, and people will inevitably die without a burial place. Even the royal family of a country would not dare to do such a thing. I don't know why the Dragon Group is doing this.
?Who passed on such a huge conspiracy?"
The middle-aged alchemist said a lot of things about Feng Shui and luck, but he only saw the young man in white robe waving his hands indifferently.
He couldn't help but use his trump card: "Xuan Ming despises me and doesn't want to believe what I say as an alchemist?"
Tang Xuanming smiled and said nothing, staring at the purple luck that reached thousands of feet in the void, his eyes turned cold.
But the middle-aged alchemist suddenly didn't realize it. He used the words he had said countless times and deceived countless people, and proudly said: "I am Xu Fu."
Wen Chou Chou on the side looked shocked. Even though he had known about it for a long time, he still couldn't hide the shock in his heart.
Thousands of years ago, the first alchemist in front of Qin Shihuang was Xu Fu. When it came to Feng Shui and luck, Xu Fu was the best person in the world.
What is even more shocking is that this character has lived for thousands of years, and now he appears in front of people. How shocking it is.
It makes people wonder whether there are immortals in the world, and whether there is really immortality?
Tang Xuanming calmly took out the wooden sword from his waist, and the coldness on his face melted instantly, revealing a heart-warming smile.
But the sword in his hand was faster than anyone in the world. Wen Chou Chou's expression froze, and Xu Fu's eyes were a little surprised. This sword was called Sword Twenty-Three.
Emperor Shitian VS Tang Xuanming!
Faced with such a killing sword, Emperor Shitian calmed down.
There was no trace of panic in his eyes, and he even wore gold in his eyes. At that moment, he was extremely majestic, taller than the emperor in the world, as if he was sitting on the nine heavens, overlooking the world.
The shocking calamity of the Sacred Heart Technique caused Tang Xuanming's head to suddenly tilt back, and a trace of blood flowed from his nose.
Sword Twenty-Three, who was preparing to strike, suddenly stopped and was interrupted by Emperor Shitian's strike.
Xu Fu...or the real Emperor Shitian finally no longer maintained the mysterious posture he had before, showing an extremely wild smile without any concealment, looking up to the sky and laughing: "I didn't expect that there are still people in this world who know my identity. It's just that in this world Are there so many people who are impatient to live? So anxious to find death?"
The whole person is suspended in the air out of thin air, with his hands open, as if he wants to embrace the whole world.
Following his thoughts, the sky even began to change color, and the originally clear sky gradually became dim.
This is the method that one can have after reaching the peak level of divine will. He can truly control the heaven and earth and influence the celestial phenomena by himself.
Even Emperor Shitian was surrounded by fierce winds, making him like a god who had descended into the world.
His eyes were majestic and heavy, causing many people from the Tianxiahui to stay away from here, and many of the hundreds of people working here fell to their knees and shouted to the gods.
Xu Fu, a man who has lived for thousands of years, can indeed be said to be a land god. Tang Xuanming can even feel the true energy in the mutated state of Emperor Shitian's body. It is the same situation as his body, completely liquefied. of internal strength.
The spiritual power accumulated after living for thousands of years is the real terror, and it is also the reason why Tang Xuan Ming Sword Twenty-Three can be successfully interrupted.
"If you offend the majesty of the gods by acting as a mortal, I will sentence you to death today."
The Emperor Shitian suspended in the air seemed to be a god who had descended into the world. A spear like lightning was condensed in his hand. It was completely condensed from his inner power and was invisible and shapeless.
"It's become a habit to pretend to be a ghost, right?"
Tang Xuanming gently patted Huo Qilin's back, and Huo Qilin always let out a threatening roar from his throat, staring at Emperor Shitian, as if he was about to pounce out at any time.
But after taking a deep look at Tang Xuanming, he quickly walked away from here.
This battle is not one it can participate in.
"Ignorant mortals will never be able to understand the power of gods. They can only be like humble ants, controlled by gods with the power of life and death..."
Emperor Shitian's words became more and more eloquent, and the air blade in his hand slammed down, intending to smash Tang Xuanming into slag.
Faced with Emperor Shitian who was so pretentious, Tang Xuanming's expression did not change, and his whole body slowly lifted into the air.
The internal energy condensed into substance in the body flows crazily, and the thick qi and blood emerge in the void like substance, and the whole person is like a huge furnace.
Before the air blade reached him, it was shattered by the more than three feet thick air gang. This terrifying and powerful internal force made Emperor Shitian's pupils shrink.
No longer pretending to be a ghost, he said in surprise: "You are no more than twenty years old, how can you cultivate such terrifying and powerful Gang Qi?"
Glancing at the people who were far away from the area, Tang Xuanming looked at Emperor Shitian with a sneer, and said something that Emperor Shitian couldn't understand: "I wanted to beat Xu Fu up before, but unfortunately I never had the chance. Now I can finally get it." Get what you want."
Little by little, he raised the wooden sword in his hand. As he moved, the sky darkened little by little, and countless dark clouds gathered above their heads.
Emperor Shitian glanced at the sky in surprise. Countless dark clouds collided and occasionally made dull sounds, which shocked him.
The terrifying pressure made him feel extremely uncomfortable.