Chapter 539: Treat me as a protector!
Mastering the Great Way of Time.
And mastering this kind of imperial law, the two combined together made Bai Luli, the former son of the Holy Land of Chenzhou, burst out with unimaginable power. Even though Yang Chen was the son of destiny of Chenzhou, he also had moments of powerlessness, but he was not desperate in his heart, but looked at a certain place in the void.
He knew.
His master.
Has recovered.
No matter how strong Bai Luli is, he will still perish under the real quasi-emperor. After all, not everyone is a peerless monster like Chu Xun and Ye Wushuang.
"Swish!"
The sky was gray.
A layer of dust was floating.
Like sand suspended there.
But in this atmosphere, the two of them slowed down their actions in an instant, even the hand of time fell into a freeze and solidification, and a strong sense of uneasiness surged in his heart. Bai Luli's footsteps suddenly paused, and his pupils shrank slightly. This familiar power reminded him of the previous fight.
But that time.
More low-key.
More secretive.
No one noticed.
This time, he was even more unscrupulous, which made his pupils shrink. He stared at Yang Chen intently. The anger on his face was relieved in an instant, and everything his master said in the past was confirmed. He murmured, "If it weren't for the master, you would have cleaned up the Dao Palace back then."
"Heh!"
Yang Chen sneered.
There was an indifferent look on his face.
There was even a sarcastic smile.
What if he knew now?
Let's take care of the present first!
"Shh!"
But the gray mood suddenly froze, as if a more evil, more weird, and more ominous energy broke in and intervened in this battle. Bai Luli looked over and saw the young man in green shirt with a bit of coldness, a bit of evil, and a bit of evil charm.
There was a demonic attribute in his unruly eyes. I don't know if he was controlled by the ominous or had lost his mind. I saw a slight contemptuous smile on the corner of his mouth, and he said sarcastically: "Bullying my disciples, thinking that my protector is a decoration?"
"Shh!"
The big hand grabbed down.
Grabbing towards the demonic old man.
"Shua!"
But when the latter saw Chu Xun, his scalp was about to explode. His first reaction was crazy. How did this guy run out? Wasn't he dead? Then he felt that the big hand was stained with strong darkness, weirdness and ominousness. If he touched it, he would be doomed. He wanted to avoid it in horror.
"Bang!"
But after comprehending the supreme space mystery, this palm crossed the void and directly stopped the dirty old man on his way to escape, and lifted him up with a slap. At this point, it is not easy to deal with ordinary quasi-emperors in the early stage, and this ominousness itself is a great curse.
"Ah!"
The old man with evil all over his body was grabbed out of nothingness and directly brought to the battlefield. The two people who paused in the fight also fell on this devil-like old man, and both of them had changes on their faces.
Yang Chen's face flashed with confusion. The kind old man in his ring was obviously as kind as an angel, and his whole body was filled with the brilliance of holiness and great scholars. The old man in front of him was evil and wanton, and was stained with many ominous things. He was completely different from the teacher he had seen. The only thing in common was that the two of them had the same aura.
Bai Luli sensed the familiar fluctuations under this aura. If he hadn't forcibly intervened back then, there would be no so-called cross-border counterattack, and the so-called new saint of Chenzhou would not be born, and he would not be decadent. The source of everything was on him.
"Ah!"
"What is that!"
"Get lost!"
"Don't touch me!"
The evil old man was terrified at this moment. He didn't care about the strange looks from his disciples. The strange ominousness extending from Chu Xun was eroding his soul. The trembling from the heart and the curse like a maggot in his tarsal bones frightened him, even more than the threat in front of him.
"The little old man with the ring?!" Chu Xun's slightly arrogant expression showed a bit of contempt. He thought he was a big shot, but he was just a broken quasi-emperor who was almost beaten to death and had a wisp of soul left. He was possessed by the little ring and stole and absorbed the spiritual energy of others to survive.
"Swoosh!"
The evil old man also felt a strong fear and was about to turn into a black beam to escape, but how could Chu Xun let him go? He pressed the palm of his hand to bloom with the art of time and the art of space.
Use the art of space to turn into a cage.
The art of time erases time.
"Shh!"
The old man's life span, which was already very short, was shattered at a speed visible to the naked eye. His body exuded an aura of old age, and it was getting worse and worse. In just a few breaths, his life span was terribly declining. The hair on his head turned yellow and withered, and it could fall off at any time. His teeth were also falling out.
"Bang, bang, bang!"
Unwilling to give up, he hammered the void frantically. The void that used to break at the touch of a finger was now as indestructible as a cage. No matter how he used his means, he summoned bursts of black fog, rolling and roaring, with countless resentful souls in it. He also summoned a soul-summoning pan, with surging yin energy, but it had no effect at all.
Later.
The evil old man was desperate. He looked at Chu Xun with a desire to survive and said desperately: "Let me go, please let me go, I am willing to serve you like a cow and a horse!"
“Master!” Yang Chen felt a sharp pain in his heart. His so-called teacher of destiny, the holy and flawless old man, turned out to be like this. At this moment, he was doing such a humiliating thing to survive. Where was the dignity of the Quasi-Emperor? He felt that all the dreams in his heart were shattered in an instant.
Before.
He was still fantasizing.
The Master was resurrected.
In addition to himself.
The two Quasi-Emperors developed silently in Chenzhou. It was not impossible to pick up the leaks when the world was in chaos. The Qin Dynasty and Zhongzhou forces that once looked down on him regretted it. Now he looked at himself and was not a clown?
The collapse of the soul.
It led to his luck.
It suddenly collapsed.
The so-called destiny and luck at this moment... collapsed!
“Huh!”
Chu Xun’s eyes flashed a momentary strange color.
He looked.
Name: Yang Chen.
Age: 137 years old.
Cultivation: Great Saint Realm.
Identity: Cang Palace Saint.
Luck: Son of Destiny (Purple Luck)