Chapter 178: Purple Emperor Beichen Jue

Stars loomed around Yao Jinghai's body, and it was obvious that he had successfully communicated with the celestial power blessing in the Ziwei Emperor among the stars. This is a sign that the Purple Emperor Beichen Art has cultivated to Dzogchen, and he has begun to take the form of an emperor. (Baidu search update is the fastest and most stable) In the future, the future is limitless. Even if it is to create a dynasty, it is easy!
After giving the ceremony, Yao Jinghai stood on the ring with a relaxed and contented look. In today's competition, there is no pressure for him.
Having dug out the virtual spring, it seems that there is no need for him to regard Chu Chen Zhenger as an opponent. Most people think that he does not need to make any preparations for something that can be slapped to death with one slap. "Fiction" novel chapter updated fastest
But Yao Jinghai was ready to kill Chu Chen.
Yao Jinghai stood here, but Chu Chen over there still did not appear. This scene made everyone stunned. Many people wanted to see how well-known Chu Chen had the chance to win against Yao Jinghai, and whether he could create a miracle, but after waiting for two sticks of incense, he couldn't see anyone.
"What's the matter? Where is Chu Chen?"
The elder athletic frowned and gave a soft drink, but could not hear the answer. All the disciples watching from the audience were in an uproar!
"What about the little medicine saint? Why did the time of the fight start, but the figure disappeared?"
"Couldn't he be scared and flee without a fight! Also, he is only in the realm of Lingshui Five Heavens, why Kěnéng fights Yao Bi in the realm, that is undoubtedly looking for death!"
"Hey, I look at that one with a bit of tolerance. I didn't expect it to be such an unkind bastard, who fled timidly before fighting!"
"This is also a wise choice. At this point, Kěnéng won't have a miracle anyway, he can save a little life without fighting and fleeing. (Baidu search update is the fastest and most stable
Suddenly, the disciples watching in the audience began to talk. The result came out, although it was unexpected, but it was reasonable. After all, having seen Yao Jinghai's style, no one thought that Chu Chen would have any chance of winning.
The sports elder frowned deeply, and just about to speak, suddenly, a slightly childish voice came, which immediately shocked his figure and his pupils contracted slightly.
"Haha, I'm sorry, but I overslept accidentally and made everyone wait for a long time. It's really embarrassing."
Looking intently, on the other side of Yao Jinghai, when will there be an extra person, a calm-looking young man, who is Chu Chen?
In a place where everyone hadn't noticed, under the ring, Tong Meng, Qingyue, Senior Sister Chixia, and others who had been with Chu Chen Hǎode, suddenly clenched their palms subconsciously.
"How did he get up? I wiped it, why didn't I see it!"
Chu Chen, who suddenly appeared like a ghost, shocked everyone who watched the battle, and suddenly a disciple exclaimed in surprise.
"I didn't see, what's the matter? Did he hide it beforehand?"
"Hide a fart! That was because his Sùdù was too fast. With my eyesight, I saw only a faint gray shadow rushing to the ring. His Sùdù is terrible. It seems that this mysterious little medicine saint is not too small. look……"
An inner disciple with a high level of cultivation sighed slightly, and narrowed his eyes, looking at him as if he had seen Chu Chen for the first time.
Yao Jinghai's face showed a rare solemn color.
The lion fights the rabbit, also go all out!
Lingshui Five Layers should be vulnerable, but at least Chu Chen would become a dead person before he would feel relieved.
"Since it's up, then you start."
The elder athletic nodded, and the figure was vertical, then returned to the throne in the void, turned and sat down.
"Very well, you didn't run without a fight."
Yao Jinghai looked at Chu Chen coldly. Only by killing the young man in front of him would he have the real Weilái in Biquan Xianzong. This young man had become his biggest obstacle from the waste of the year.
"I didn't plan to escape from the beginning of this battle. Three years have passed, and it's time for us to clear the general ledger." Chu Chen said calmly, without any fear in his eyes.
Yao Jinghai's eyes narrowed slightly. He cultivated the Purple Emperor Star Art, and the gentle imperial aura that he cultivated had a certain ability to suppress any opponent, so that when they faced themselves, they hadn't made a move yet, in terms of aura. It was weak by three points.
It's like facing a noble emperor, that is a kind of instinctive reverence for the emperor.
However, his imperial aura broke out, sweeping the ring like a storm, but the young man at the center of the storm remained motionless, as if he could not even feel the flow of air, standing proudly in place.
Although no one believed that Chu Chen could compete against Yao Jinghai, his calmness at this time made everyone admire and regret.
Yao Jinghai's fingers suddenly flickered, and he took out the two blue long swords. He lifted one of them slightly, and with a wave of his hand, the long sword turned into a blue light, which pierced deeply beside the Land.
"Here is your Sword of Fate. We have an appointment beforehand. In this competition, if you win, your Sword of Fate will be returned to you, and even my Sword of Fate will be given to you! If you lose..." At this point, Yao Jinghai suddenly stopped.
"Rather, you should think about it seriously. If you lose, what should you do?"
Chu Chen's tit-for-tat confrontation caused everyone to take a breath, a five-layer spirit water, even daring to provoke the virtual spring realm.
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"The name of the sword, Zihuanglongyin, was taken from the bitter cold land of the far north and forged by amethyst. It is my family's divine sword. It is a spiritual weapon, but it was later destroyed in the war. I tried it again and restored some of my original sharpness. Today, I use this sword to take your life, which is not considered to have insulted your little medicine saint."
Yao Jinghai smiled slightly, flicked his finger on the purple long sword, and suddenly a clear dragon roar rushed straight up, but seeing the purple sword light swaying slightly, there seemed to be a noble dragon lurking in the shadow of the sword. It's dazzling.
"Spiritual weapon class divine sword!"
When the purple sword aura soared into the sky, under the ring, the disciples watching the battle instantly boiled. For most people, the weapons of the spirit weapon level only exist in the legend. They are weapons that only the heads and deputy heads of the major sects can have! Even among some small sects, even the lord of a sect might not have such a weapon. This Yao Jinghai is really shocking.