Chapter 263: Master and Apprentice Counterattack

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In the Falling God Valley of the Three Saints, such a powerful breath suddenly appeared, and there was no movement in the sect. Even the dozens of consciousnesses had retreated in an instant. Under the palm of the sky and the sun, the space had condensed, and the platform refined by ten thousand years of diamond was about to collapse, and Shen Chong even escaped. I can't escape.

Just as this palm was about to fall, suddenly, in the depths of the sect, where the Huayue Palace was located, a magnificent mana gushed out and gathered into a huge palm. This palm showed a dark green color, with a faint black gas and hundreds of square meters.

The finger wheel bounced, a green shadow, hit the white jade palm fiercely.

Boom!

The sky was dark, and the grass and trees in the Falling God Valley suddenly turned into flying ashes. Even the surrounding prohibitions could not suppress the collision of the two breaths. The violent vitality spread, the mountains and rocks collapsed, the earth collapsed, and the whole space was trembling. Fortunately, there were few people around the Falling God Valley, but it did not cause injuries to a large number of ordinary disciples. Death.

Shen Chong was in the middle of the stage and was naturally affected. Under the aftershocks of the two mana, although his body was tough and comparable to the top-quality magic weapon, there was still a trace of blood oozing out of his mouth and nose. His body was hit hard, his mana stormed away, his vitality was unstable, and he fell to the ground.

The aftershock alone has seriously injured him, but in any case, he finally saved his life.

The two forces above were still glued, and the pressure offset each other. Shen Chong's body was light, and he didn't dare to stay more. He gritted his teeth and took a breath. His footsteps shook and left the stage.

When Shen Chong walked out of the Falling God Valley, the two huge palms in the air also dissipated at the same time, and a loud laughter came out: "Feng Yang, it's worthy of being my good apprentice. The means are clean and neat. As soon as my apprentice came back, I gave him a step down, not to mention killing him in person and strangling everything in the bud. As expected, it was decisive. , the heart is cruel, and it is enough to be the head of a faction.

"Ji Changhua, you finally took action. It seems that this son is of great value to you. However, even if you can protect him for a while, whether you can protect him for a lifetime, no one can escape the person I want to kill." The thunderous voice spread away. Although the white jade-like palms had dissipated, the breath did not diminish at all, but became stronger and stronger.

"This man is so popular!"

Shen Chong was shocked. You know, a few years ago, in the trial cave, the wind was just entering the realm of the soul. Unexpectedly, in just a few years, there would be such cultivation. Even if the power can be quickly achieved by the method of enlightening or taking the heavenly materials and earth treasures, the realm is not good. It must rely on your own understanding, years, decades of Training and understanding is by no means a trick and a night's work.

It is a supreme opportunity for me to reach the second turn of the soul in a short time. Unexpectedly, this wind is even more against the sky. The six turns of the soul can be compared with the leaders of the major sects.

Ji Changhua's voice was cold: "You haven't been in charge of teaching yet. Ordinary disciples can naturally kill at will, but Shen Chong is already the young master of my Huayue Hall, and you are no longer qualified to be punished. Back off. I can't blame for what happened today.

The young master is the successor of each hall, and he is the only one. It can be determined by the words of the elder in charge of the hall. In terms of status, he has to be above the general elders. Except for the supreme of the leader, the rest of the people have no right to restrain at all.

"Well, if you don't report to the supreme, you can't count the title of the young lord. If you don't take action, maybe I can save him, but I can't help you at this time. The sound of the wind is even cold, and it contains boundless domineering.

Ji Changhua's breath was shaken and he became violent. Obviously, he was also really angry: "Feng Yang, this is just a fight between you and me. Don't involve juniors. Otherwise, if I take action, no one in your Mingwang Hall can stop me."

Ji Changhua is also the cultivation of the six turns of the soul. He ranks first among the elders of the seven halls. In terms of age, he has been practicing for more than a hundred years. Experience and magic weapons are endless. This opening is threatening.

"You can give it a try." The voice of the wind is very cold, and the breath is getting thicker and thicker. With a fierce roar, the wind and clouds change in an instant. A huge figure drilled out of the void, which is dozens of feet high. The figure is full of the spirit of an emperor, and the whole body is bathed in golden light, wearing gold armor, covered with a gorgeous cover on his head, stepping on the green dragon, powerful and domineering, quite ancient wind.

"Feng Zen Emperor Projection!"

When Ji Changhua saw the face of the virtual shadow, his tone changed, which seemed to be a little solemn.

In ancient times, the Emperor of Zen dominated for thousands of years. Under his rule, all races were subdued. Even the green dragon, which ranked first among mythical beasts, was subdued by him and became the emperor of heaven.

Moreover, the strength of the Fengchan Emperor also exceeds the broken world. I don't know why he is still in the world. It's just an idea. One breath can destroy a continent and destroy several cities. He is really the first person in ancient times. Only the strong man who has his approval and approval can stand on the ancient times. , rewarded with the title and fiefdom, majestic and domineering, unparalleled for a while, suppressed the ancient times for thousands of years, until he soared to the upper world, he ended a myth.

Although it is just a projection, it is enough to shock Ji Changhua's heart.

But the projection of this Zen Emperor is undoubtedly a head-on declaration of war on Ji Changhua. The mind is not Shen Chong, but the whole Huayue Hall.

click! Ka-ka!

The walls of Huayue Hall have cracked, and the peaks where they are located have also begun to shake. The momentum alone has caused the change of heaven and earth. On the top of the hall, the real dragon made of gold also trembled, the golden light flowed, and the huge dragon head roared. The palace transformed by this magic weapon also stimulated the fighting spirit, always contained a thunderbolt.

"Ivil, presumptuous!" Ji Changhua was finally furious. He suddenly stood up and stepped out. He had appeared on the Huayue Palace. His body soared and turned into dozens of feet high. His palm waved out, and a bright Milky Way appeared in the palm.

The long river at sunset, the condensation is a sword, breaking through the void and tearing the sky. Huayue Hall is hundreds of miles away from Luoshen Valley, and the sword spirit is shrouded in hundreds of miles, pointing directly to the virtual shadow of the Zen Emperor. At this time, from the outside of Luoxia Mountain, you can see that the whole Three Holy Sects are all shrouded in sword light.

The Fengchan Emperor's projection condensed by the wind and singing in a low voice, strange syllables gushed out of the void and turned into runes, thousands and tens of thousands of them, constantly distorting, changing and recombining. And the eyes projected by the Emperor of Heaven released a dazzling light, like the scorching sun, and the breath condensed, which had been punched out.

This punch seems to drain the vitality around, and the space keeps collapsing, as if making way for this punch. The Emperor of Heaven goes on a tour and everything is subdued. The domineering spirit of a generation of heavenly emperors is obvious.

At the moment when the fist light and the sword shadow intersect, the sky suddenly darkens, and only a light shines down from the distant time and space. The light is extremely luxurious, full of praise, Sanskrit singing, fairy music fluttering, like a glow, like a fairy shadow, that is the light of the Holy Heavenly Palace, which has been caged. The illusion outside the Shenghua Tian Palace dissipated, and the clouds and fog receded, showing the true face of this ancient magic weapon.

Even the Seven Temples are at the level of magic weapons. The Holy Huatian Palace must be an older and more powerful treasure, and may even be the best magic weapon.

Shenghua Tiangong seems to be a meteorite outside the sky, which has been refined into a palace. It is simple and magnificent, towering and solemn. Although it is not magnificent, it gives people a feeling of being as deep as the sea. The internal space is also layered. I don't know how many sect predecessors and peerless geniuses devote themselves to practicing in it.

An idea came from the depths of the Holy Huatian Palace. Although it was not strict, it was irresistible.

" Stop it!"

With this sound, the whole Luoxia Mountain became quiet, and even the mountain wind no longer roared. Under this sound, the virtual shadow of the Fengchan Emperor collapsed, and the long river-like sword spirit also disappeared invisible in an instant. All the thoughts were quiet, and only a voice of submission came out:

"See the head teacher!"

It turned out to be the supreme person in charge of the teaching. Shen Chong's eyes shrank fiercely. For many years, he has never met the head teacher. Even the elders have rarely seen his true face. All he knows his name, Chixiao Zhenren.

Only monks who get rid of the number of doom and have more than eight souls will be called real people. This kind of character has passed the disaster, peeped at the trajectory of fate, and is qualified to step on the broken world.

Just one breath repelled the two strong gods and souls. Although it largely borrowed the power of Shenghua Tiangong, the real person of Chixiao is undoubtedly very powerful. In the Three Holy Sects, relying on Shenghua Tiangong is enough to fight with several strong men in the broken realm that Shen Chong has seen.

The idea swept over the Huayue Hall and the Mingwang Hall, and there was anger in his voice: "Where are these three holy sects? How dare you do it in the sect!"

Feng Yang and Ji Changhua felt this idea and couldn't help restraining their breath and said in unison:

"See the teacher brother!"

As the owner of the Seven Temples, his status is only under the head, and he is qualified to call the head as his brother.

"E Elder Feng Da, you are the lord of the Ming King's Hall and is in charge of punishment, but it is limited to the disciples in the door. Since this son is already the young master of Huayue Hall, you have no right to ask. In the future, you should not try to trouble him again. This matter is not an example. Go away." Chixiao said angrily.

The Fengyang's real body is still in the Mingwang Hall. In the Falling God Valley, it was only one of his thoughts. Hearing the order of the real person in the red night, he didn't say much. As soon as his breath dissipated, his thoughts shrank back and scattered a white jade light to swept Wu Jiang away.

"Okay, Elder Ji, you can also retreat. It's up to you to decide about the Huayue Palace. I don't mind that you have made this son the young lord." Obviously, the real person of Chixiao is unwilling to do more in-depth research.

"Thank you, brother, but this person..."

Ji Changhua was about to say something, but was interrupted by an idea of Chixiao Zhenren. The idea did not come out, but directly into Ji Changhua's sea of knowledge: "Don't say more. The wind is in the likeness of the ancestors. It's up to you and me to put your beaks. If it's time to retreat, just retreat."

"Ancestors!" Ji Changhua's face changed and he wanted to say something, but he didn't say it in the end. He sighed secretly and withdrew to the depths of the Huayue Palace.

In the Falling God Valley, another galactic sword spirit rolled through, which has taken Shen Chong in the air.

Shen Chong only felt a burst of illusion in front of the shadow in front of him, and the next moment he was in the Lingyan Pavilion in the Huayue Palace. I know that this is the master who moved himself here with the power of space.

In the Lingyan Pavilion, Ji Changhua sat on the jade throne, his face was as heavy as water, and he didn't know what he was thinking. He stood a young man on his side. His face was like jade, his breath was condensed, and his true breath was surging. It was a sign of turning into a soul, but it was Ji Xuan. Unexpectedly, the reckless teenager in those years also had such cultivation. Ji Xuan nodded to Shen Chong and did not say anything.

Shen Chong also nodded and took two steps forward, walked to the place three feet in front of Ji Changhua, bowed his head and bowed:

"Disciple Shen Chong, I have met the master!"

"That's all, get up!"

Ji Changhua waved his hand, his fingers flicked, and a strong mana hit Shen Chong's body.

Shen Chong only felt a fever all over his body, and his mana swam through his veins. He was suppressed in an instant of internal injury in Luoshen Valley, and his breath became smooth. But at the same time, Shen Chong's condition could not hide Ji Changhua's perception.

The sleeping green dragon in the seven soul holes, the body as hard as the top-quality magic weapon, the nine seas of air in Dantian, a strange mana, and the expanded vein, all surprised Ji Changhua a little.

Shen Chong didn't want to hide it from him, and he couldn't hide it. Even if he found out these things, it was nothing, and opportunity could not be forced. Even if Ji Changhua asked about these skills, he could not practice. It was impossible for a master to open this mouth to his disciples.