Ye Moxuan's whole body shook and flew backwards. When he stabilized his body, he saw a blood mark slashing from his left shoulder across his chest. In a moment, blood dyed half of his body red.
"You, how could you have such strength?" Ye Moxuan looked down at the wound, then looked up at Ye Yunji, and said in disbelief.
Calculate the time, Ye Yunji returned to the Supreme Heaven for only a hundred years at most. No matter how outstanding his talent is, he will be promoted to the Taoist Saint at most. How could he have the strength that is stronger than himself? You must know that as early as tens of thousands of years ago, he had already
He is a strong man in the realm of the Taoist Saint.
"There is a place in this world called the Tribulation Heaven Realm." Ye Yunji said.
"What, you have gone to the Tribulation Heaven Realm!" Ye Moxuan exclaimed in surprise.
The so-called Tribulation and Dao Heaven Realm has been the first forbidden land of the supreme heaven since ancient times. The four saints of the heaven guard and suppress the four directions of Tribulation refer to the Tribulation and Dao Heaven Realm.
That, it is a death place that even the Emperor of Heaven dared not easily enter.
No wonder Ye Yunji has such strength in just a hundred years. It turns out that he has gone to the Tribulation Heaven Realm!
"The sword just now was given to you by my grandfather. This sword was given to you by my father!" Ye Yunji looked at Ye Yangxuan coldly and slashed out with another sword.
Ye Moxuan suppressed his injuries and raised his sword again, but his face was pale, and his eyes were filled with fear...
Outside the realm of Reincarnation, Pang Shidao and Ning Qingsi blocked the crack tightly and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Han Tianxing's face was ashamed, and the proud look on his face had long disappeared.
"Han Tianxing, I know you have always been dissatisfied with me. Today, I will give you the last chance and also give you a dignified way of death. Take action." Ye Lishang pressed the hilt of the sword and said.
Although they eventually parted ways, the two of them lived and died side by side in the past. If possible, he would not want to meet Han Tianxing, but when Emperor Ling Xutian fell, Han Tianxing was also one of the culprits.
In any case, he could not let him live. The only thing he could do was to make him die with a little dignity.
The momentum of the Taoist Saint Realm erupted, and Ye Lishang's clear and energetic figure seemed like a majestic mountain.
This mountain was trampled on Han Tianzheng tens of thousands of years ago, but it was still insurmountable tens of thousands of years later.
Han Tianxing looked at him in despair and drew out his long sword powerlessly.
...
In the realm of reincarnation, Emperor Haokong Tian was also despair.
For tens of thousands of years, he had imagined more than once what would be the result if the imperial daughter returned to the supreme heaven one day.
Perhaps, she would die at the hands of the Seven Heavenly Guards of Beidou without waiting for her to emerge, and she would not have the chance to meet in the end. This is of course the best result.
Perhaps, in the end, she will achieve the right result, and there will inevitably be a life-and-death battle between the two. However, with tens of thousands of years of hard work, it should not be difficult to kill him. This result is not very good, but it is not
Too bad.
Perhaps, he developed a serious problem in one go and died at her hands. Of course, this was the worst result, and it was also the result he feared the most.
In short, Haokong thought of many possibilities, but he never expected that when he really fought, he would be so embarrassed.
He had to resist Gu Fenghua's fierce attack like a storm, and to resist the vast power of reincarnation. The Taoist energy in his body kept flowing away and had no time to recover, so he could only fly back and dodge desperately.
The golden crown of the Emperor on his head had long been lost, and his long hair was draped on his shoulders like weeds. The imperial robe embroidered with golden cloud patterns, sun, moon and stars were also cut by the agitated sword energy.
There was no trace of the majesty of Emperor Tian at Shih, as embarrassed as a dog in a desert.