Chapter 1021

"Hoo."

The long wind howls, the waves beat the waves, and the vigorous wind turns. The vast sun is now setting. The golden sun is shining on Wanqing lake, like layers of golden scales, and the waves are flying in the air.

And now.

In the end of the day, there are countless City sects, even foreign friars, looking at the young man in green. Look at him stepping on the emperor's holy mountain, stepping on Mangya, the God general who was invincible ten thousand years ago.

Chen Fan ascends in front of the holy mountain.

Countless people speculated that he was going to die. Some people think that Chen Fan just pretends to leave after a false shake. More people think that Chen Fan was dazzled by his previous achievements and didn't know the strength of emperor Shenshan.

Including elder Yuelong, Hua nongying, and Wu wending, the ancestor of the Wu family, chen fan was upset and thought that his trip was extremely unwise.

"Ah, Chen Tianjun clearly has a lot of years, and he is slowly struggling with the emperor's holy mountain. He's only in the golden age now. If he becomes a Yuanying, who can be the enemy? "

More than one monk sighed.

Even the few remaining elders of the Chinese people urged chen fan to keep the Castle Peak burning without worrying about firewood. This grudge will be settled with the emperor in the future.

But nobody thought of it.

Like thunder sweeping acupoints, chen fan can easily wipe out the nine great generals, the five great masters, the black robed God master, and even the decree that the God General Mangya was born to offer sacrifices to the immortal God King can't resist Chen Fan's attack.

Though.

Chen fan also paid a huge price.

After all, it was a powerful imperial edict. Chen Fanqiang attacked the imperial edict with a nine turn immortal wheel, destroyed it, and was forced to use such great powers as "nine Jue exterminate the world" to bear great pressure. At this moment, I can only see that there are subtle lines on his golden body, some of which are very long and even permeate with pale gold blood. At the moment, chen fan is like a porcelain doll all over the cobweb.

Even the brilliant nine turn immortal wheel was dim at this time, and the above nine gods were all in obscurity one by one. Obviously, the price has been huge.

But at this time.

Chen Fan's eyes were shining, and he was in heaven and earth. Even many heavenly kings, no one dares to look him in the eye, let alone move.

This is power!

One person dominates one clan, which is invincible!

Even the most hostile ancestor of Jinghai, chen fan, lowered his head to pay homage to this invincible and most powerful man. At that moment, countless friars bowed their heads. No matter how arrogant or arrogant the emperor was, he had to admit it. After the fall of dishenshan, a new overlord will rise in the end of heaven.

His name.

It's Chen beixuan!

"Ah! Ah! I don't agree! How can I worship in the hands of a Chinese minority. In those days, I personally cut off the head of Jiang Shenjun of your family and strangled countless talents of your family. I don't accept that! "

Mangya God will roar.

He was trampled on by Chen fan. His armor was in tatters, showing his pale and bloodless muscles. His body was scarred, and half of his body was almost destroyed by shenlei. But he still forcibly claimed the mana and wanted to break free.

"If you don't agree with me, you can only hold back. Look at me, how can you step on the mountain of the emperor and kill you and all the descendants of TA Tian. Let your whole orthodoxy disappear into the world. Only in this way can we avenge the blood feud of the Chinese people for thousands of years. "

With Chen Fan's foot, the golden light and Shenxia burst out, crushing him with cold voice.

As he spoke, he offered a sacrifice to Yang Jianhu.

Ninety nine Geng star sword array turned into streamers, like countless bright stars, killing around. There are also the remaining elders and many disciples in the mountain, who rushed up with their lives.

However, after several years of cultivation, chen fan has been catching up with Tianbao. There are ninety-nine flying swords, each of which tears the sky with gorgeous silver, just like the nine stars. The power of one strike is comparable to that of the golden elixir, not to mention the 99 strikes?

"Whoosh, whoosh."

The sword Qi rips the sky and the silver glitters. On the mountain of Emperor God, long silver awns are pulled out, just like the tail of a comet.

One by one, the disciples, commanders and even generals of the emperor's holy mountain rushed up with arms and armor, but they were stabbed in the head by Chen Fan with a sword, and the blood was all over the sky, and the head was rolling.

At the moment, chen fan is really killing.

The blood feud of Jiang Shenjun 100000 years ago, the injustice of Qi Tianjun thousands of years ago, and the blood debts of the elders a few months ago are all included in Chen Fanjian.

Sobbing.

The flying sword dances in the air. The power of each sword is stronger than before. In the end, it is like the wind and thunder whistling with incredible strength.

"Bang!"

There is an elder Yuan Ying who survives secretly. Now he can't help but kill chen fan. Chen Fan poked his hand and pointed out:

"the Qing emperor broke his finger!"

This finger, like the sky down, crush everything. Directly through the whole body of the elder yuan infant, there are many body protection arrays and secret treasures, and the light floating point is on Yuan infant in the deep sea of his knowledge.

"Poof."The elder's eyes darkened, the baby burst, his body lost his soul, and he fell into the cliff, his spirit destroyed.

Two or three times later.

Some of the remaining elders roared with blood and tears:

"the ancestors of the emperor's holy mountain, do you allow this demon to wash our emperor's holy mountain with blood, slaughter our descendants, and trample on the majesty of our emperor's holy mountain?"

With a roar from him.

All of a sudden, the whole mountain of the emperor was shining. One law after another emerged out of thin air. Between heaven and earth, countless lines, full of the smell of killing, slowly run, like a big mill crushing the void, and even vaguely have a holy force.

"And the old devil? It's a pity that you are all under my feet, and you can turn the world around? "

Chen fan is cold.

He opened his eyes from the golden pupil of the fire, and saw that in the vast small world deep in the emperor's holy mountain, there was an ancestor reviving. Each of those ancestors' breath is not much weaker or even more powerful than the black robed God. Wearing a Silver Dragon Robe carved and painted by stars, he is dignified and dignified. He is obviously the God and elder of the past dynasties of emperor Shenshan. But they've been dead for tens of thousands of years, and now they're recovering, but they're just surviving.

"Boom!"

At that moment.

Seven or eight ancestors of God appeared at the same time. Although they are old enough to lose their hair and their Qi and blood are declining, their strength is still strong. They joined hands to urge the emperor's holy mountain and launched a series of killing arrays carved in the holy mountain for 100000 years. With endless killing power, they bombarded chen fan.

"Break it for me!"

Chen Fan's figure soared and he drank loudly.

Jiuzhuan immortal wheel jumped out from behind him again, and Xianguang won a great victory. It broke through the sky, burst through the array of Dharma, and hit the emperor's holy mountain.

"Dong!"

At that moment.

It's like Gonggong bumping into mount Buzhou. The mountain is tens of thousands of feet high, and it seems to be hit by a huge hammer, shaking violently. You first on behalf of the gods, but also a mouthful of blood spit out.

They are not like Mangya. They are forced to recover and can't exert their peak power at all. They are just like several immortal Taoist masters.

"Come again."

Chen Fangao drinks.

Despite the impact, it didn't feel good for him. Jiuzhuanxian wheel is Chen Fan's golden elixir. It's the strongest way to hit the enemy with the golden elixir, but the power of the counterattack is also terrible. Blood is seeping from the corners of his mouth, but Chen fan still ignores it.

One hundred thousand years of great enmity lies in the present.

Even if he doesn't break through Yuanying in a few years, chen fan will have to destroy the holy mountain and fulfill his oath today!

"Dong!"

The second impact.

When the mountain was hit, it moved several feet into the empty air. There is a God who is the oldest and the weakest in breath. He is directly attacked by the power of reverse bite and burst out of thin air.

"Old lord!"

Countless disciples of the emperor's holy mountain have red eyes, leaving blood and tears.

"Go on!"

Chen fanpao drinks.

The nine turn immortal wheel once again blooms the endless bright immortal light, smashes to the Emperor God Mountain. Although it is only a little bit, but it is like an incomparable bright comet, smashed on the mountain.

"Bang."

This time.

Other gods can't support it. The bombarded vomit blood retreats suddenly, and they can't control the array any more. With a roar, the mountain fell from the sky and continued to fall into the lake.

"Poof."

Chen fan also vomited blood, and there was a spider web like crack all over his body. However, he did not care about it. He kneaded the formula with both hands and instantly displayed another magic power in the immortal soil:

"flying immortal!"

Shua!

From behind chen fan, a broken sword suddenly burst out. The broken sword, shrouded in the bright silver, became heavier and heavier. At last, the power of incomparable terror bloomed from it, like a peerless emperor in the dust. One, wearing a long robe and a scholar's crown and a broad belt, is free and unrestrained, and the figure with a light light light emerges out of thin air. One is holding a broken sword, and the man and the sword are in one, shooting out suddenly.

"What's that?"

Countless monks were surprised. A few of them knead their eyes in disbelief. The figure in the robe is so familiar that it is a bit like Qi Tianjun of the Chinese people thousands of years ago.

And the smell of the broken sword.

Isn't it Qi Tianjun's sword?

"Boom!"

The light of the sword was as bright as a sword from the immortal of nine days. The man and the broken sword have been completely integrated into a dazzling silver glow, which instantly penetrates dozens of layers of the Dharma array of the emperor's holy mountain, and suddenly kills one God and cuts off half of the other God's body.

"What kind of sword is this?"

The other gods and elders all retreated, their eyes startled.

Chen Fan's sword can break through many Dharma arrays in the holy mountain? It's hard to imagine. You know, these arrays are said to be able to resist the attack of God transforming power.

"The sword technique is named Feixian. It was created by an unknown swordsman in the deep of Xinghai. It can stimulate the spirits left by the masters of the past dynasties in a sabre, and give full play to the peak strike. This sword, as I cut for Qi TianjunChen fan has an iron face.

This magical power is very terrifying. The unknown sword immortal once used it to cross the sea of stars. Even in the face of a stronger person in a higher level, he was not afraid at all. When it's just a flying sword, it doesn't have much power. But if we can collect dozens and hundreds of stalks and stimulate them at the same time. It's equivalent to hundreds of swordsmen working together. How terrible is the power? If you are lucky enough to get the sword of the ancient sage or the real immortal, it will stimulate the remaining gods, just like the ancient sage and the real immortal! Even ordinary people who have learned this magic power can cut down the power with one sword!

Unfortunately, in Chen Fan's hand, there is only one sword of Qi Tianjun, but it is still terrifying.

"Kill

He took the silver broken sword in one hand and split it again. The sword was thirty thousand feet long.

At this moment, the emperor god mountain can no longer resist. Many disciples and commanders, whose limbs and arms have been cut off, are flying all over the sky, and the blood is flowing into a river. Even the old God resisted and was killed by Chen fan.

That day.

The killing of the emperor's holy mountain shocked all over the country. This immortal Taoist sect, with hundreds of thousands of disciples from top to bottom, was almost killed by Chen Fan alone. In the history of the end of heaven, it was recorded as "the day of God's fall.".

Chen Fan steps on the holy mountain of the emperor alone.

Complete summit, the first person in the end of time!

PS: the first one is presented, and the author continues to write the second one^_ ^

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