Chapter 283: Zhenbian Palace
"I thought Yan Siman was so strong, but he couldn't even take a single move from Fu Can Demon Emperor."
"Wait..."
"Yan Siman couldn't take a single move from Fu Can Demon Emperor, but Qing Emperor forced Fu Can Demon Emperor to mobilize three thousand demons and Buddhas, which means..."
"That's right, if Qing Emperor really takes action, I'm afraid Yan Siman can't take a single move from Qing Emperor!"
At this moment, countless cultivators looked at Li Zhoujun with awe.
If Fu Can Demon Emperor knew the scene in the battlefield of Emperor Fall at this moment.
I don't know what he would think.
He took action, but Qing Emperor made him take it all. This is really speechless, speechless.
However, when Li Zhoujun faced the awe eyes of these cultivators, his expression was indifferent.
It seemed that it was really as these cultivators guessed.
If he really took action seriously, Yan Siman couldn't even take a single move from him.
In fact, Li Zhoujun was still a little embarrassed at the moment.
But the atmosphere has come to this point, and he still has to continue pretending, otherwise it will be so embarrassing?
"Continue to walk around?" Li Zhoujun looked at Yan Xuanqing and asked.
After all, his cultivation has only broken through the first-grade immortal, and Li Zhoujun still wants to continue to look for opportunities in the battlefield of the emperor's fall to see if it is possible to go to the next level.
"All listen to Mr. Li." Yan Xuanqing said with Li Zhoujun's smile in his eyes.
Seeing this, countless female cultivators were envious and jealous.
This woman can actually talk to the Green Emperor so closely!
"Green Emperor, I will take my leave first." At this moment, Yan Xungui saw that there was nothing for him to do here, so he said goodbye to Li Zhoujun.
As for the death of Yan Siman, Yan Xungui still felt it was a pity.
After all, if Yan Siman was loyal to the Yan clan, then the strength of the Yan clan would naturally rise to a higher level. After all, the ninth-grade second-level immortal emperor is not a cabbage.
Many top forces in the fairy world, such as Yue Qingdai, the palace master of Daotian Fairy Palace, and Qu Ruxia, the holy master of Piaomiao Holy Land, are also ninth-grade second-level fairy emperors.
In fact, from Yan Xungui's perspective, he can understand Yan Siman's feelings. After all, her child and husband died, but if the clan rules are not enforced with strict means, more and more people will violate the rules.
"If I have the opportunity in the future, I will definitely visit you." Li Zhoujun nodded.
"Okay, I'll wait for the arrival of the Green Emperor." Yan Xungui laughed and silently gave a thumbs up to the junior named Yan Zunli in his heart.
After the voice fell, Yan Xungui left.
Then Li Zhoujun also took Yan Xuanqing away and continued to walk deeper into the Emperor's Falling Battlefield.
After all, the place where the Sword-Bearing Fairy Emperor fell can only be regarded as the middle of the God's Falling Battlefield.
When the cultivators saw that the Green Emperor had left, they immediately stopped staying here and were all busy with what they should do.
However, if they enter the Ancient Emperor Battlefield and can watch the Green Emperor take action from a close distance, as long as they can walk out of the Emperor's Fall Battlefield alive, they will definitely have something to brag about.
After all, the fight between the ninth-grade third-level immortal emperors is not something you can encounter at any time.
Just as Li Zhoujun and Yan Xuanqing continued to walk deeper into the Emperor's Fall Battlefield.
In the center of the Emperor's Fall Battlefield, in the dark, a ruined palace stood.
Outside the palace, a group of cultivators wearing silver armor and extraordinary martial arts stood.
The leader was a handsome young man who was also wearing silver armor.
However, the young man's armor was much more gorgeous than that of other cultivators.
And this young man was the son of the emperor of Haotian Immortal Court, Zhang Wenyao.
"Emperor's son, can the group of people in Daotian Palace really get the recognition of the ninth-grade second-level imperial weapon from Zhenbian Palace?" A tall immortal monk wearing armor asked Zhang Wenyao.
"The saints and saints of Daotian Palace are still of some standard." Zhang Wenyao smiled slightly.
The saints and saints of Daotian Palace are like him, all of whom became immortals at the age of 100.
If the prediction is correct now, they should be about the same as me now, with a ninth-grade immortal emperor realm cultivation.
Thinking about it, Zhang Wenyao glanced behind him and said in a serious tone: "The Qing Emperor has stopped fighting with the various emperors. I'm afraid that more people will come here later, but this palace restricts cultivators below the Immortal Emperor to enter.
If the Immortal Emperor forcefully enters, this palace will self-destruct. I think there should be no Immortal Emperor coming. At that time, you can let your two ninth-grade immortals guarding the periphery of this palace continue to drive away the people coming and going here.
If these people do not listen to the advice and kill them without mercy, if you encounter an enemy, let your two subordinates ask for help from the Sun-shooting Immortal Emperor who was secretly sent by the father."
The Sun-shooting Immortal Emperor is one of the five immortal emperors under the seat of the Haotian Immortal Emperor in the Haotian Immortal Court, with the cultivation of the seventh-grade immortal emperor.
"It's the son of the emperor, but to be honest, the Green Emperor is really powerful. He defeated the great elder of the Zhenjian Ancient Clan with one shot, and with a cold snort, he broke the strongest magical power of the Yan Clan performed by the ninth-grade third-level immortal emperor." The tall immortal monk first responded to Zhang Wenyao's order seriously, and then sighed.
This tall immortal monk is a ninth-grade immortal and Zhang Wenyao's protector, named Thunder God.
He controls the thunder of the world under the rule of Haotian Immortal Court. Whenever it rains, he will send a clone to that world, perform magical powers, and bring down thunder.
While speaking, the Thunder God has already transmitted the order to the two ninth-grade immortals guarding the periphery of Zhenbian Palace.
Speaking of which, although they are both ninth-grade immortals, the ninth-grade immortals guarding the periphery of Zhenbian Palace are only subordinates of the Thunder God. The reason is actually very simple.
That is, even if the two of them join forces, they are not the opponent of the Thunder God.
At this time, Zhang Wenyao glanced at the Thunder God and smiled: "Indeed, the strength of the Green Emperor is beyond the reach of even my father. Perhaps only the ancestors of my Zhang family who have been in seclusion since the last era can fight him."
Just when Zhang Wenyao was talking to the Thunder God.
A ninth-grade immortal elder of the Daotian Palace, with a pair of young men and women with extraordinary looks behind him, and a group of Daotian Palace's true disciples, walked out of the Zhenbian Palace.
"Zhang Wenyao!" In the Daotian Palace, the young man with extraordinary looks behind the Great Sun Elder, after seeing Zhang Wenyao guarding the gate of Zhenbian Palace, his face suddenly showed a solemn look.
He is the Holy Son of Daotian Palace, Han Tiansong, who has reached the ninth-grade Immortal Emperor realm.
Next to him, the woman with beautiful eyebrows and eyes is the Holy Maiden of Daotian Palace, and also Han Tiansong's biological sister, Han Qingge.
"Why, Han Dashengzi, you Daotian Palace took advantage of many powerful people watching the Qing Emperor fighting with many Immortal Emperors to sneak into this palace, so you won't allow this emperor's son to wait and see, once and for all?" Zhang Wenyao smiled:
"Don't think that the seventh-grade Immortal Emperor in your Daotian Palace can help you. My Shooting Sun Immortal Emperor of Haotian Immortal Court also followed this time. The ninth-grade second-level imperial weapon of Zhenbian Palace is for those who are capable. If you win, you will naturally take the imperial weapon and leave, and if you lose, you will obediently offer the ninth-grade second-level imperial weapon of Zhenbian Palace, Zhentian Drum."
Upon hearing this, the faces of the people in Daotian Palace instantly became ugly.