Chapter 1287 It's Fair Now

With the spread of Emperor Yan Peichen's voice, the pressure of Daochen's real world was dispersed a lot in an instant. This is the amazing knowledge formed by the unspeakable cultivation of Emperor Yan Peichen. Under this moment, it has reached a power that is enough to make all monks be shocked.

At the moment when the whole body was slightly loosened, the expression immediately showed fanaticism. They knew that their emperor was nearby and was looking at them. They were confident. As long as the emperor was there, there was no one in the world that could interfere with them at all.

All existence must be under the pressure of the dark morning camp, either death or escape. They are confident that no enemy can have a third choice.

The cultivation of the anti-holy camp is also gradually calm with the relaxation of the body at this moment. Although it is not the same camp as the dark morning, they still firmly believe that the only thing in the world that can fight against the dark morning is their reverse holy!

As for the nine people who are faceless in white robes, they are also relaxed at this moment, and replaced by ferocious meaning. In them, what burst out at this moment is not cultivation, but... the meaning of spiritual first!!

They are called Shang Zun. They are second only to the Three Emperors and Three Saints in status. They... are from the dark morning and the anti-saint... Lingxian!!

And the ten people in black robes around Yan Pei Chenhuang are now under pressure, but soon a huge cultivation suddenly broke out. These ten people... Each of them seems to be infinitely close to words!!

A sneer appeared from the corner of Emperor Yan Peichen's mouth. He was confident that he was invincible in this world. Even if he met the spirit of the three wilderness worlds, he was also confident to sweep, because he was unspeakable, because he was Emperor Yan Peichen!

"If you can't overdo it, get out of here. In the future, don't show the slightest breath where I am. Otherwise, no matter who you are or who you belong to, I don't mind if there is another spiritual slave around me.

Dark morning anti-sage cultivation, to destroy the ninth peak, the emperor wants this sect... Manchu sect will be destroyed. Yan Pei Chenhuang opened his mouth faintly, and when his voice circled the whole Daochen real world in an instant, he took the wine glass in his left hand, put it on the corner of his mouth, and tasted it with a touch of arrogance and casualness.

But at the moment when this small sip of wine fell into the mouth of Yan Pei Chenhuang...

Su Ming looked calm. He didn't even look at Yan Pei Chenhuang in the distance. In his opinion, the so-called Chenhuang was not worth mentioning, and his right hand pressed down again.

The previous pressure was just a slight suppression of Su Ming. Now this pressure is what he really makes this morning real world heavy... double!

Almost at the moment of pressing Su Ming's right hand, the ripples of the true world of Daochen suddenly appeared out of thin air. With the spread of the ripples, the whole real world of Daochen in the blink of an eye, a... another breath of the real world came in an instant.

That's the true world of Xianzong!

Su Ming's suppression is actually a kind of seal. The seal comes from the cultivation of the dark morning and the reverse saint beyond the ninth peak, and the principle of this seal is to make the real world of Daochen heavy, and the simplest way to make the real world of Daochen heavy is obviously... Let the other real world appear here, after integrating with Daochen But it's heavy.

With the advent of the real world of the immortal sect, the roar was muffled, and the ripples echoed and spread, and the true world of Daochen was directly heavy. This heaviness was indescribable. All the dark morning and anti-sage monks' bodies vibrated strongly in an instant, and all the bodies Suppressed 30%!

That's 30% of everyone's cultivation, including the nine white robes and five-faced Lingxian, who were also under this heavy pressure, his whole body trembled, and the meaning of Lingxian was also suppressed by 30%!

"Presumptuous!!" Yan Peichen's face changed, but at the moment he opened his mouth, the wine glass in his hand cracked and collapsed. The wine sprinkled and floated in front of him. The sea of white bones around him roared, and there was a sign of loosening. The ten people in black robes around him roared in a low voice, and their bodies trembled The cultivation is to resist, but it has no effect at all, and all of them have been suppressed by 30% of the cultivation.

In their astonishment, Yan Peichen's eyes showed murderous intent, and all the unspeakable cultivation was released, directly forming a huge whirlpool storm. In the rumble around him, it spread suddenly in all directions. Wherever he passed, all the pressure dissipated, and at this moment, Emperor Yan Peichen was white from Guhai's seat slowly stood up. With a wave of his right hand, a bone spear immediately appeared in his hand in an instant. After being held by him, his cultivation power broke out again.

"Since you are looking for death, then I will fulfill you, and I only know the hidden little people to show up for the emperor!" During the words, Emperor Yan Peichen took a step forward. Before his footsteps fell to the ground, the bone spear in his right hand burst out with a white bone light covering the whole Taoist real world. The light covered endlessly, as if it had formed countless incalculable bone spears filling every corner of the Taoist real world, as if he was going to destroy all Life is only in one thought.

But at the moment when Emperor Yan Peichen was about to fall after stepping out, Su Ming, who he could not see in the distance, completed the last pressure with his indifferent right hand. In fact, the whole process was just Su Ming's action of raising his right hand and pressing down. At this moment of completion, the world of innocence came!

With the advent of the heavenly world, the ripples of the Taoist real world are so ripples, and under the countless rippless, it seems to form a large network that integrates the three true worlds. The pressure is equivalent to the arrival of the three true worlds together, and the heavy feeling formed, especially so.

Almost in an instant, almost all the monks from the anti-sage and the dark morning spewed out a mouthful of blood. With their blood spewing out, they all felt that their bodies seemed to be overwhelmed by thousands of mountains at this moment, and their souls were suppressed, making their cultivation 60% directly dim, like being sealed. The swung out is at most 40%!

There are even many people who have fallen directly, especially the nine faceless old men in white robes. All their bodies are trembling, and facial features appear on their blank faces, which seem to cover their cultivation and are forcibly stripped away, and because they are spiritual first, they feel more strongly under this pressure. At this moment One by one, they spewed out blood, staggered backwards, and were also weakened by 60%.

The ten people in black robes around Emperor Yan Peichen sprayed blood one by one, and their cultivation fell in an instant, emitting a relatively weak atmosphere. They were no exception, and all of them were weakened by 60% of their cultivation.

A trace of blood overflowed from the corners of Emperor Yan Peichen's mouth. He looked fierce. The spear in his hand was about to be thrown out, his raised right foot was about to be put down, and even his ferocious voice had just come out.

"You..."

The voice only appeared for a moment, and only one word was said. Suddenly, Yan Pei Chenhuang's expression suddenly changed. He opened his eyes wide, and his fierce expression disappeared in an instant. Instead, it was the first exposure of embarrassment. His right foot could not be put down, and the spear in his hand could not be waved, At the moment when the fusion of will came, his body was bombarded, causing blood to appear at the corners of his mouth.

But these are nothing to him. What really made Emperor Yan Peichen's mind was what he felt at this moment, looking at his own eyes in the nothingness in front of him in the distance.

The eyes carried a sense of indifference he had ever seen. This indifference revealed indescribable nobility, which seemed to be like the strongest will in the whole world. Just a faint glance made Yan Peichenhuang have the illusion that he was going to collapse.

This feeling, he only felt it in the tombs of the gods in the dark morning camp that even the three morning emperors have to worship every thousand years, from the sleeping corpses that I don't know how long they have existed, among the three strongest sleeping bodies.

Those three sleeping bodies, according to their dark morning legends, are the real old monsters who have always survived before!

"Gall..." Emperor Yan Peichen's heart trembled, and his expression was so fright that he could not hide it even with his determination. At the moment he was about to open his mouth, a faint voice came from behind him.

"You said before, I'm looking for death?"

The sound was so abrupt that Emperor Yan Peichen trembled. When he was about to subconsciously explain, the voice came again.

"Sit down and accompany me to watch this life-and-death experience. Your people are not bad, but it's a little unfair."

"Yes!" Yan Peichenhuang had no qualification and courage to refuse at all. Thousands of words could only turn into such a respectful voice in the end, and he didn't even dare to look back. He withdrew the bone spear of his right hand and slowly sat down in his nervousness.

The ten people in black robes around the bone sea are frightened and restrained at this moment. They maintain the utmost respect as much as possible, and dare not go to see Su Ming at all.

Strength is everything!

"However, it's fair now that we can go to war." Su Ming calmly opened his mouth and sat in the seat that originally belonged to the Chen Emperor on the bone sea. He leaned there, with his right hand on his forehead and looked at the ninth peak.

At the lower end of him, Emperor Yan Peichen sat down with bitterness on his face. He looked at the monks of the dark morning and the anti-saint, tasted Su Ming's previous words, and already understood that this was the other party's own person to hone the ninth peak.

"Eh?" Su Ming looked at the morning emperor Yan Pei.

Yan Pei's heart trembled and felt the dissatisfaction of the people who came to him. At this moment, he gritted his teeth and spread his fate as the emperor of the morning to the dark morning and the cultivation of the anti-sage in the distance.

"Step into the ninth peak and start the war!"

Roaring at this moment, no matter whether the dark morning and the anti-saint cultivation are willing or not, at this moment, even if they have been sealed 60% of their cultivation, but Yan Pei Chenhuang has ordered that they... must fight!

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