"What did you say? Don't you want to live anymore?"
Protector Yang's eyes were cold, flashing with wisps of cold light.
On the contrary, the face of the young man beside him, Dongfang Shen Shen, changed slightly, and he looked a little unnatural.
"You're just a corrupt protector of the Outer Sect of the Kinkou Sect, and you come to my Yuanwu Tiangong to run wild under the banner of the Kinkou Sect? You want to take action against the disciples of my Yuanwu Tiangong, are you impatient with life?"
The old man who appeared had a cold expression on his face, with a hint of sarcasm and disdain.
The old man was extremely domineering, his eyes flickering at this moment, brewing supreme murderous intent.
Boom!!!
Suddenly, Protector Yang took action, no longer paying attention to Zuo Chen, but punched the sky, locking the white-haired old man coming from above.
"Don't overestimate your own capabilities!" The old man spat out four words lightly, and then, an extremely terrifying aura erupted from himself, and a palm crushed down from the top of the sky.
Many disciples opened their eyes in shock, including Zuo Chen, who was shocked. They saw that the Yang Protector was directly knocked down by a punch, and his whole body was hit hard on the ground without any ability to resist.
Zuo Chen had personally fought against Protector Yang. Although it was only a battle of souls, he also understood that Protector Yang's strength was not simple. Even among the strong men who were also in the martial soul realm, the opponent was one of the strongest beings.
A being of this level couldn't even make two moves in front of the old man in front of him, and was directly suppressed on the spot? He couldn't withstand even one blow? What kind of gap is this?
However, seeing Protector Yang being suppressed, Zuo Chen let out a deep breath, and his tense energy immediately relaxed.
In the past, Kunpeng Soul was used to fight the opponent's martial soul. Because Zuo Chen's own powerful mind power, he could even make Yang Protector suffer and defeat the opponent. However, this person is a supreme master after all, and his real ancient Yuanli realm is better than Zuo Chen's.
Chen was many times more powerful. The other party wanted to kill Zuo Chen. To put it bluntly, Zuo Chen had no power to resist.
"Old dog, you must have been suppressed." Zuo Chen sneered and glanced at Protector Yang.
At this time, Protector Yang had no time to pay attention to Zuo Chen and stared at the white-haired old man who suddenly appeared. His face looked ugly and gloomy to the extreme.
"Who are you?" Protector Yang asked, using all his strength to support his body so as not to fall.
Without saying a word, the old man struck again in an unusually domineering manner. In an instant, a palm print from the sky suppressed the sky, completely defeating Protector Yang's body.
Bang!
Protector Yang suddenly fell to the ground, crawling on the ground, and when he opened his mouth, a mouthful of reverse blood spurted out.
"I've met the palace master!"
At this moment, all the elders of Yuanwu Tiangong present bowed down and spoke respectfully to the old man in front of them.
"Palace Master?" Zuo Chen's eyes flashed, and his eyes were tightly focused on the old man in front of him.
It has been nearly a year since I joined Yuanwu Tiangong, but apart from the deputy palace master, Zuo Chen has never seen the appearance of the palace master.
"Are you the palace master of the Yuanwu Heavenly Palace?" Protector Yang spoke angrily: "Do you know what the consequences of attacking me will be? All the imperial clans in the region will bow their heads in front of me, the Pope of Balance, but a mere Yuanwu Heavenly Palace
What is it?"
"The Balance Pope has unparalleled foundations and is so powerful that it spreads throughout the Dark Night Continent. It is indeed extremely powerful and even the Imperial Clan cannot compare with it. However, who do you think you are? You are just a protector of a foreign sect of the Balance Pope.
Want to move the Pope of Balance to suppress our Yuanwu Heavenly Palace? Are you living in a dream?"
The old man opened his mouth and uttered a few words. Protector Yang's face turned pale and he did not dare to utter another threatening word.
The other party is right, he is just a protector of the outside sect of the Pope of Balance, and his identity and status are not as high as they appear on the surface. In other words, he can rely on the reputation of Pope of Balance to be more high-profile in front of people who don't know the truth.
When you meet a truly strong person, they won't take you seriously at all.
However, what Protector Yang didn't understand was that how could the master of the Yuanwu Heavenly Palace in front of him, the master of a sect that was not even a first-rate force in the Cangqiong Domain, know his exact identity?
"Break into my Yuanwu Heavenly Palace and attack the true disciples of my Yuanwu Heavenly Palace, you will not escape the death penalty." The old man was extremely domineering, his eyes focused on Protector Yang, but he walked over step by step, murderous intention emerged, and he was actually prepared.
Hands on signs.
"You dare? No matter what I say, I am also a member of the Pope of Balance. You have suppressed me. If you dare to kill me, it is a provocation to the Pope of Balance. When the time comes, the entire Yuanwu Heavenly Palace will be trampled in an instant.
The earth will be shattered and wiped out directly." Protector Yang spoke coldly, his voice hoarse and extremely angry.
He was helpless. He was originally a strong man who had crossed the sixth level of the Martial Soul Realm. Looking at the entire Yuanwu Heavenly Palace, his strength was originally enough to crush everything and shock everyone. But now it is different. Who
Do you know that there is a supreme master in the battle realm?
To be precise, Protector Yang is only four levels away from the Battle Soul Realm. A strong man of his level will already have the qualifications and confidence to enter the Battle Soul Realm after practicing for a few more years.
The gap between these four small classes is like an insurmountable mountain, which makes billions of warriors sigh.
The gap between the two sides cannot be inferred based on the superficial level. It is really too big. Protector Yang is no match for the old man in front of him.
At this moment, the old man spoke proudly: "The death of a mere outside sect protector is not worthy of the Pope of Balance taking action against our Yuanwu Heavenly Palace. Do you understand? You are not worth anything."
Some of the sect elders present looked ugly. Although they didn’t know why the palace master had such confidence, they all understood that the palace master was taking a risk and it was not advisable at all. They knew that the Pope of Balance
What do these four words represent? If the Lord of the Palace really kills the Yang Protector in front of him, the outcome will definitely be terrible and will bring disaster to the Yuanwu Heavenly Palace.
Probably because he saw the fear and doubts of many elders and disciples of Yuanwu Tiangong, he saw the old man's arm in front of him wiped up, and a mysterious ancient pattern appeared on his left arm. This ancient pattern seemed to have been carved on it the day after tomorrow.
After a long period of blessing, it has been completely integrated into the physical body and will not disappear easily.
Seeing this mysterious pattern, the Yang Protector in front of him suddenly changed his expression.
"Great Heavenly Emperor Sect?" Beside Protector Yang, the Eastern Spirit suddenly took a deep breath, and a look of warning appeared in the depths of his pupils.
"die!"
At this moment, the old man took a step forward, his supreme murderous intention spread, and he took action directly.
The Eastern God's face suddenly changed, and he stepped out directly in front of Protector Yang. He looked at the old man in front of him and said: "If you kill him, you will become my enemy."
As soon as these words came out, the old man laughed on the spot and said disdainfully: "It is indeed not easy to enter the martial arts realm at this age, but it is still not enough in front of me. No matter how strong a genius is, he can only dominate after he rises.
Yu, you’re not good enough yet.”
"He is the grandson of the third elder of my Balance Pope." Protector Yang said calmly.
"Third Elder?" The old man's eyes changed slightly, focusing on the Eastern God in front of him, and he looked up and down at the young man in front of him.
Just a moment later, the old man waved his hand directly: "Get out, half a cup of tea is in, and you haven't gotten out of here yet, so there's no need to leave."
Protector Yang took the Eastern Spirit with him, and the two of them left the place directly without looking back. They originally came to kill Zuo Chen, but they no longer dared to have the slightest intention of taking action.
"Thank you, Palace Master!" Zuo Chen looked at the old man in front of him and said respectfully.
Before, seeing himself being suppressed, none of the elders of the major sects took action to stop him. In fact, Zuo Chen was a little disappointed with the Yuanwu Heavenly Palace. For a sect that could not protect its disciples, what was the point of this sect?
value?
This time the sect master's true form appeared, coming specifically for him, which at least made Zuo Chen quite satisfied.
"It doesn't matter, you are a disciple of my Yuanwu Tiangong. If someone suppresses you in my Yuanwu Tiangong, who will be willing to join my Yuanwu Tiangong from now on?" The old man said with a smile, without any dignity belonging to the palace master.
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Then, the latter looked at Zuo Chen and said, "You come with me."
"Huh?" Zuo Chen looked at the old man in front of him and left the place with him.
Yuanwu Tiangong, Central Hall!
In the main hall, there were only two people present, namely himself and the palace master in front of him. After bringing Zuo Chen in, the old man directly took out a crystal clear, golden spiritual tablet and handed it to Zuo Chen.
"What is this?" Zuo Chen looked at the old man and asked.
"Emperor's order!" the old man opened his mouth and spit out three words.
He looked at Zuo Chen with hopeful eyes, smiled and said, "Have you ever heard of the Great Heavenly Emperor Sect?"
"I have heard that the sect created by the Dragon Blood Emperor himself has developed over thousands of years. It may not be as famous as the Pope of Balance, but in terms of the true heritage of the sect, it may not be worse than the Pope of Balance.
How much?" Zuo Chen said.
A strange look appeared in the old man's eyes: "You actually know about the Great Heavenly Emperor Sect?"
"Haha, I once came from the Endless War Territory, so I naturally know some things." Zuo Chen smiled faintly.
"Endless Battlefield? Could it be that... you are a member of Zuo's Imperial Clan?" The old man looked at Zuo Chen, then closed his eyes slightly, sensing Zuo Chen's aura.
Each race has its own bloodline, and the auras possessed by different bloodlines are also different.
It was obvious that the old man in front of him sensed something based on Zuo Chen's last name and the power of Zuo Chen's bloodline.
Zuo Chen did not hide anything, and nodded on the spot: "Yes, I was indeed a member of the Zuo Imperial Clan, but in the end I left the Zuo Imperial Clan because of some things."
Zuo Chen's face was calm and his voice was low, but it still made people aware of some different auras.
"More than ten years ago, I heard that in the Zuo Imperial Clan, a genius who was only five or six years old was suppressed and robbed of his talent." The old man spoke, staring at Zuo Chen seriously.
"That child is me." Zuo Chen smiled slightly, his fists suddenly moved together, and the bones rioted and exploded continuously.
ps: Something unexpected happened today and I have to go out soon. Maybe the next update today will be a little later. I really can’t help it. I hope everyone can understand. From now on, there will definitely be no less updates every day. It will definitely make everyone happy.