The Emperor of the Immortal Realm

Thousands of Styx ancestors, all eighteen heavens. Majestic and ferocious!

The huge scene was forced to come, even if the tomb fairy king, the Eastern Invincible and others not far away, they felt a little chill in their hearts.

The zombie Yan Chuan, who is now fate, didn't care about it.

Standing in the Promise, gently stretched out the right palm, the five nails on the right hand grew madly, and in a blink of an eye they rose to a foot long, the nails were knife-shaped, like five slender black knives, exuding rolling Black air.

Mingshu did not fear these 10,000 strong men, but took a step and instantly reached the nearest Styx clone.

The avatar of the Styx made a move and pierced a black long sword. When it was pierced, eighteen-colored rays of light burst into all directions. An unstoppable momentum came straight to the fate.

Mingshu's eyes were cold, and the Wujiadao in his hand made a sharp stroke.

"Boom!"

The black long sword was cut into six segments in an instant, and the fierce blade passed by, and everything was turned into six parts, that is, the clone of the ancestor of the Styx River, which was also suddenly broken by this five-piece sword, and instantly turned into six parts.

The momentum is unstoppable, and the momentum is like a broken bamboo without hindrance.

The Styx clone of the Eighteenth Heaven was instantly dismembered?

In the distance, the tomb fairy king and others felt chills.

The fate of the blow was too fast, too ferocious, and instantly killed an eighteenth heaven?

However, the number of Styx clones is extremely large.

Hundreds of Styx wielded their long swords almost at the same time, carrying hundreds of fierce powers, like a hundred dragons roaring straight towards their lives.

"boom!"

The huge blow slammed into the life number, sending out a strong energy surge.

In the sea of ​​clones, Styx's body solemnly looked at the chaotic energy zone.

The chaotic energy was melted by infinite, exposing the body of fate again.

The fate was unscathed, it was only restrained, and the powerful body was completely blocked.

Almost everyone's face sank.

"The body of the nineteenth heaven?" The immortal king's face sank in the distant grave.

The half of the tomb fairy king is also so powerful. Naturally, he knows the fierceness of this body, but the half of the tomb fairy is restricted by the other half, and cannot be as perfect as Yan Chuan's body.

"Roar!" Mingshu roared, and once again rushed towards a Styx clone.

"The body of the nineteenth heaven? Hmph, I don't believe it can't be broken!" The ancestor of Styx had a cold eye.

There are thousands of avatars quickly standing in various directions, forming a formation.

"The world of virtual reality, I am the creator!" Ancestor Styx shouted.

"boom!"

Styx Avenue suddenly appeared in Promise, like a galloping Heihe, circled all Styx clones and fate into the galloping Heihe.

"Boom!"

The river is rushing, and the life is kept.

Between heaven and earth, Daqin City.

Killing Emperor, Guiguzi, Mo Yuxi, Zizi, and others all surrounded the unconscious person Yan Chuan.

Suppressed by the fate of the fate, the body of the zombie Yan Chuan was taken, and the body of Yan Chuan fell into a coma, which should have been resigned.

But at this moment, Yan Chuan's body surface emits a hint of light with eighteen colors from time to time.

"Mr. Killing, what's going on with my father now?" Pluto asked worriedly.

"I don't know!" Killing Emperor shook his head.

"Let me see!" Gui Guzi cried.

At this moment, everyone has nothing to do. Guiguzi wants to investigate, and everyone naturally gives way to Guiguzi for investigation.

Although Guiguzi lost the Dazhen fortune not long ago, it was force majeure. If at least the Old Ancestor of Styx made a move, no one could hold it.

Gui Guzi put his hand on Yan Chuan's arm, closed his eyes, and slightly activated his mana.

"Om!"

Beside Yan Chuan, the road suddenly skyrocketed.

Cypress Avenue suddenly appeared.

"Huh?" everyone was surprised.

"This is the secret method the teacher taught me back then, which can spur the road of the Bai family!" said Gui Guzi.

Guiguzi's teacher is Emperor Bai, the grandfather of Yan Chuan's first generation.

At this moment, the cypress avenue came out, but it was emitting a lush light, slowly rotating, the rolling force poured into the body of Yan Chuan.

"The cypress is still running!" Guiguzi's face was joyful.

"What do you mean?"

"The cypress trees are running, indicating that the will of the emperor has not been completely suppressed, and the will of the emperor is resisting the will of fate!" said Gui Guzi.

"Yan Chuan is resisting the number of lives?" Killing Emperor asked in surprise from the side.

"The emperor's will is stronger than that of the generals, and the emperor has indeed blocked part of the will to fate. He did it!" Gui Guzi suddenly showed great joy.

"How is this possible? Fate's will is inviolable, Yan Chuan's two bodies are only seventeenth heaven, how can it be able to withstand the suppression of Fate's? How can you resist?" Killing the emperor revealed an incomprehension.

A firmness flashed in Gui Guzi's eyes, and he smiled slightly: "Because the emperor has something that no one has, because this thing allows the will of the earth to expand infinitely, and the emperor can be infinitely stronger!"

"what?"

Yan Chuan's sea of ​​consciousness.

Invaded by the fate, Yan Chuan's consciousness was suppressed in an instant with a powerful force.

Like the vast ocean of chaos, Yan Chuan was instantly sealed into the depths of the sea.

In the past, generals have also experienced it.

Consciousness is the most fragile thing of human beings. Under the advent of this chaotic sea, the generals did not resist at all. They sank directly into the depths of the sea, "suffocating" and fainted, and their bodies were completely reduced to the carrier of fate. Parasitic.

But today's Yan Chuan is the same, sinking into the bottom of the sea in an instant, the ‘suffocation’ of the Chaos Sea, and the rapidly pressing Yan Chuan consciousness will no longer be able to resist.

The flesh was quickly taken over. The body is in a coma and the zombie body is controlled.

Unable to sense himself, but Yan Chuan's consciousness did not fall into a'coma'. Although'suffocated', there was a white group of faith that enveloped Yan Chuan's consciousness.

This belief is ‘hope’.

The fire of hope is the fire of hope for the common people.

Since the beginning of the Great Thousand World, Yan Chuan has been fighting for this fire of hope for his whole life, working hard, and constantly for this immortal belief, Yan Chuan can bury himself alive in the first generation.

Just for this hope, the hope of the common people.

This is a supreme belief that has been tempered by Yan Chuan to this day. This belief of'hope' is deeply ingrained in Yan Chuan's body and is the source of all Yan Chuan's strength.

This was also something that Yan Chuan thought could resist the control of life numbers.

Yan Chuan has done it. This belief in the'hope' that has been honed with'the world is the public' since millions of years ago, now envelops Yan Chuan's consciousness and supports Yan Chuan's consciousness to prevent him from being numbered in Chaos Suffocation' and coma.

In the depths of the seabed, it seemed to be extremely'hypoxic', and Yan Chuan's consciousness relied on this belief in'hope' to swim toward the surface of the sea.

If Yan Chuan wants to take back his body, he must take it back.

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