Chapter 567

After hearing Zhuo Yiping's words, the Martial Sages were stunned. The leader asked, "Your Highness, do you know him? He's a First Tribulation Yang God? " They were so afraid of the Zhenren in the yellow chariot because their opponent's strength was unknown. It could be a First Tribulation, a Second Tribulation, or even a Third Tribulation, which made him seem mysterious and strange. Once they could determine the opponent's cultivation, they could either deal with it or escape directly, and there would be no need to be so afraid.

Zhuo Yiping nodded and said, "300 years ago, before I passed the first Tribulation, I fought with him in the Ten Thousand Feet Ridge, and we were evenly matched. The Smoky Wave Lake was formed because of the aftermath of our fight. " Because the big lake rarely appeared in the middle of the Ten Thousand Feet Ridge, and the scenery was beautiful, it was very famous.

What Zhuo Yiping did not say was that at that time, both of them had pseudo-level leapfrogging skills, and he was just barely tied. However, more than 300 years had passed, and the other party had at most passed the first Tribulation, the same as him. But he had also refined the Tiannan Dragon Vein into his fist intent, and could borrow part of the power of Tiannan.

So Zhuo Yiping was full of confidence and wanted to meet this old acquaintance. As for the fact that he did not have a Sudden Inspiration, because the other party would definitely deceive Heaven's secrets, Zhuo Yiping did not care too much.

Receiving Zhuo Yiping's affirmation, the Martial Sages all breathed a sigh of relief. They thought to themselves, "So it turns out to be an enemy that the Prince has fought before, not some new mysterious Yang Shen Zhenren. That's good, that's good. Everyone knows each other, so it'll be easier to deal with them. Since he and Your Highness are both First Tribulation Yang God Zhenren, with Your Highness's strength, plus the battles in Tiannan, even if you can't kill him, you can still easily defeat him. "

So they all opened their mouths and said, "Then this subordinate wishes Wangye a victory."

Zhuo Yiping nodded slightly, waved his sleeves, and walked out of the hall.

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Because of the bright yellow curtain, those martial arts practitioners could only see a blurry figure in a plain blue Taoist robe sitting steadily. But even so, every time they looked at the figure in the bright yellow demon chariot, they would feel a chill of fear and became timid, not daring to look directly at him.

Moreover, many of the adepts following the bright yellow agarwood chariot were unusually quiet, waiting in silence, brewing in silence. As for whether they were brewing joy, confidence, despair, or collapse, they could only wait until the Duke of Zhennan, Zhuo Yiping, made his move to know.

In the silence, the bright yellow agarwood chariot flew toward the Zhennan Mansion, leisurely and leisurely, as if it was a field trip..

Wei Peining, Gu Canghai, Ji Ming, Lu Dayuan, and others could not help but feel happy and excited when they saw that Shi Xuan easily killed two Human Immortals with one sword strike.

In particular, several disciples who had never seen the strength of a Zhenren had a feeling of disbelief. The two Human Immortals, who were so majestic that they were afraid of just hearing their names, were killed so easily. This made them full of confidence in the cultivation path of Taoism, became optimistic, and yearned for the Primordial Spirit.

Shi Xuan sat cross-legged in the bright yellow agarwood chariot, playing with a white, almost transparent brilliance the size of half a little finger nail in his palm. The brilliance was composed of countless white filaments, each filament with a murderous pressure and a sense of superiority. It was the killing intent of Heaven.

After killing Gao Hefeng and Ren Feizhou with one sword strike, Shi Xuan, through the "Three Talents Destruction Swordsmanship" that had been running, felt the wisps of heaven's killing intent falling from the sky, piercing his Primordial Spirit and flesh, so he launched a secret method to collect them.

"Still too little." Shi Xuan looked at the killing intent of Heaven and said. And outside the bright yellow agarwood chariot, as the disciples' confidence in the path of Taoism grew stronger, wisps of fate flew in intermittently from all directions and gathered above the chariot. However, these fate were like rootless trees, water without a source, swaying, as if it would dissipate again when the wind blew.

"Zhuo Yiping is here." Gu Canghai whispered to Shi Xuan as he looked at the hundreds of rays of light flying up from the Duke of Zhennan's Mansion in the distance.

Shi Xuan had already discovered it when he spread out his Primordial Spirit. After nodding in response, Zi Ying Sword was ready to strike.

The five disciples beside the chariot were no longer as nervous as they were when the two Man Immortals attacked just now. They felt that even if Immortal Shi could not defeat Zhuo Yiping, a first-tribulation Earth Immortal, he should be able to fight to a draw with the power of killing two Man Immortals with one sword strike.

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"The Duke of Zhennan has appeared." The martial arts adepts who followed him whispered.

Then they continued to remain silent, concentrating on the sky between the bright yellow demon chariot and the Duke of Zhennan's Mansion. The anticipation in their hearts grew stronger and heavier.

After flying into the air, Zhuo Yiping revealed himself. He had the back of a tiger and the waist of a bear. His face looked as if it had been carved by a knife and an axe. He was tough and dignified, and his aura was as majestic as a mountain and as heavy as the ground. Behind him were many Martial Saints and Grandmasters, neatly surrounding him.

Seeing that the person in the bright yellow chariot remained silent and only drove the chariot forward slowly, Zhuo Yiping smiled and cupped his hands. "We haven't seen each other for many years. Take this, my friend."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhuo Yiping punched out.

As he punched out, he seemed to transform into a towering mountain, heavy and simple. However, compared to when he fought with Shi Xuan years ago, there was a black, heavy, and ancient land under the mountain. It was closely connected to the mountain, making it stand more stable and taller.

His fist intent condensed into countless black, heavy mountains. At the foot of the mountains, a huge and majestic black dragon vein appeared. It surged and roared fiercely like a real dragon, and it was connected to the land of Tiannan, constantly absorbing the power of the earth.

Facing it was like facing the mighty power of heaven and earth. One felt incomparably small, unable to summon the will to resist, and could only surrender and worship.

The disciples around the bright yellow agarwood chariot, such as Ji Ming and Chang Ya, even though they were shrouded by Shi Xuan's primordial sense and did not have the will to surrender, they were still anxious and uneasy. They were shocked by the power of this punch, and their confidence was shaken again. The fate that gathered above the chariot shook violently and was about to dissipate.

Only Gu Canghai and Wei Peining had seen the two fight once, so even if this suppression became greater, they could still maintain normal.

And behind the bright yellow agarwood chariot, on both sides, and below, although many martial arts practitioners were suppressed by this momentum and involuntarily knelt in mid-air and worshiped devoutly, because they had witnessed the power of this punch and felt the mighty power of heaven and earth contained in this punch, the confidence in their hearts rose steadily. They felt that the demonic Taoist in the bright yellow agarwood chariot could not withstand this punch at all.

"He won!"

"So powerful!"

"It's really unimaginable power!"

"It's completely impossible to resist the power of heaven and earth!"

"The power of an Earth Immortal is really unstoppable!"

"The fist intent can actually be practiced to this extent! It's hard to imagine, it's really like heaven and earth! "

Many reactions arose in their hearts, and their confidence and momentum became stronger and stronger.

Just when the confidence of these martial arts practitioners rose to the peak in an instant, the bright purple sword light once again shot out from the agarwood chariot, making all the practitioners who saw this sword light involuntarily think of two words: majestic, unstoppable, and there seemed to be a faint four-colored light flashing on it.

The sword light slashed on the black dragon vein, but it had no resistance and was cut into pieces. It struggled to use the connection with the land of Tiannan to recover, but the purple sword light did not suffer any delay and continued to pierce through the black mountain peaks.

In just a moment, Zhuo Yiping's fist intent was completely penetrated, and then a purple light flashed, and a small blood spot appeared on his forehead before he could react.

"Fate … is with me … why …" Zhuo Yiping said to himself blankly, and then a bloody mark appeared on the small blood spot that extended in all directions, and then Zhuo Yiping's body collapsed, turning into drops of blood and minced meat.

Clang, all the martial arts practitioners' confidence plummeted from the peak, like glass shattering into pieces. Their eyes were blank, their expressions were terrified, and their faces were deathly pale. They no longer had the high and mighty feeling of being a Taoist practitioner, and the confidence in the path of martial arts.

So what if they were powerful in their cultivation? Even if they survived the heavenly tribulation and became an Earth Immortal, they would still not be a match for one sword strike of the opponent.

The dark clouds in the sky rolled, and a dull dry thunder sounded.

Seeing the heavenly punishment descending, Shi Xuan hurriedly used a secret technique to collect the falling killing intent of heaven, which was about the size of a finger bone.

Having lost its target, the dark clouds disappeared after the dull thunder.

Ji Ming, Lu Yao, Chang Yao, and the others, including Gu Canghai and Wei Peining, all had their eyes wide open in disbelief. The top figure among the Earth Immortals, the Zhennan Duke Zhuo Yiping, who was blessed by the heavenly fate, could not even block one sword strike from Shi Xuan. It was completely out of their expectations, and they thought that there would be a huge battle.

"I'm afraid that even with Xiao Chuhe's appearance, it would only be a tie." The same thought appeared in their minds, and their confidence skyrocketed. Our orthodox Taoism is no weaker than the Sage Physique, and might even be better. We can't look down on the path of Taoism just because our cultivation is not up to par.

Strands of white luck gathered from every corner of the Yuanmang Great World, and the luck of the Sage Physique Path dissipated bit by bit as they lost their confidence and their aura.

The bright yellow agarwood chariot flew slowly toward the Zhennan Duke's Mansion. The martial artists behind, below, and on both sides did not continue to follow. They stood there blankly, and an atmosphere of despair, fear, and decadence shrouded them.

The few Martial Sages at the front saw the chariot flying over, and because they had yet to recover from the shock and sorrow, they subconsciously stepped forward and revealed their martial forms, trying to stop it.

A four-colored sword light flew over, and the few Martial Sages were all turned into dust.

The many masters behind saw this scene, and their hands shook uncontrollably. It seemed like many of them wanted to risk their lives, but in the end, they still lowered their heads and retreated to the sides, letting the bright yellow agarwood chariot slowly fly past them. Their eyes were filled with sorrow and pain as they watched the chariot disappear into the northern sky.