Remember, the Ethereal Tower is a very important place. Two, the weather is getting cold, a certain Ye … oh, a certain Huo has already been infected.
The appearance of these people from the Northern Emperor Sect signified the start of the Tianchen Magic Conference. The atmosphere changed subtly. Although Yan Ximing was the young master of the Northern Emperor Sect, there were very few people who knew him. Among all the top experts here, only Yan Tianwei and a few others knew him. Even Yan Ximing himself did not expect that there would be people here who knew his name and identity. The reason why he appeared here was naturally to see the experts of the world. Generally speaking, no matter if it was the people from Nanhuangzong or the Northern Emperor Sect, they would not participate in the Tianchen Magic Conference. This had been the case for many years. At most, there would be a few people who would come to watch the battles. No one knew whether it was because they did not want to get involved in the worldly affairs, or … because they did not need to.
The incomparable Magic Conference, which was held once every 25 years, didn't have a fancy stage, nor did it have any fancy opening speeches. For the true powerhouses, these were unnecessary burdens. Among the four elders, the leader, who was also the oldest, slowly walked forward under everyone's gazes. He walked all the way to the center before he stopped. With his hands behind his back, his imposing eyes quickly scanned the surroundings and said in a deep voice, "Heroes of the world, this old one is the North Thearch Sect's commandment elder, Yan Zheng. This old one does not wish to say anything unnecessary. Let me show my incompetence here and experience the skills of all the heroes. "
After saying that, he slowly raised his hands. Both of his palms were covered with a layer of faint red light.
In this Magic Conference where the world's top experts gathered, only Nanhuangzong or the Northern Emperor Sect could be the "referee" to suppress these top experts. And these people from Nanhuangzong and the Northern Emperor Sect, other than being the witnesses, were also the initiators of every Tianchen Magic Conference. They would be the first to start the battle between experts.
Yan Zheng, the Northern Emperor Sect's commandment elder. Judging from his attire, the other three old men with him should also be commandment elders. This Yan Zheng must also be the one with the highest cultivation among the four old men. No one had ever heard of Yan Zheng, and none of these people had ever seen him before. However, no one dared to underestimate him. To be able to become a commandment elder in the Northern Emperor Sect, it went without saying that his cultivation was high.
There were very few people in the Tianchen Continent who could reach the Heaven Rank. On average, there were no more than ten people in the four countries. Of course, this figure was only for the publicly recognized Heaven Rank experts. And in Nanhuangzong and the Northern Emperor Sect — most people knew that the number of Heaven-grade masters in these two huge forces combined was definitely more than the total number of Heaven-grade masters in the four countries of Tianchen.
As for this unknown Yan Zheng of the Northern Emperor Sect, it was not difficult to tell from the aura he was exuding that his cultivation had clearly reached the shocking Heaven Realm. Moreover, the website address was at least mid-tier Heaven Rank.
In the last Tianchen Magic Conference, Nanhuangzong also sent out an unknown person. He was a middle-aged man in his fifties, with a high tier Spirit Rank cultivation, close to the Heaven Rank. As for the North Thearch Sect, they immediately sent out a heaven-class expert to start the first round of the competition. Instantly, many of the spirit-class experts felt a huge difference in aura presence and were shocked and dejected.
Chu Jingtian impatiently wanted to step forward, but seeing that Yan Tianwei and Yan Qinghong had no intention of making a move, and that Cold Cliffs was like an ice sculpture, he immediately felt uncertain and shrank his neck back.
In the silent silence, a figure appeared in front of Yan Zheng at a strange speed, and looked at him silently. Before he opened his mouth, he heard Yan Zheng say, "The haggard son of the Aqua Phantom God martial art, Wu Sansi! His power shakes the southwest of Aqua, and no one dares to provoke him. "
That man narrowed his eyes and said, "As expected of the Northern Emperor Sect, you are indeed powerful."
Not many people knew of the name Wu Sansi. But the title of "Phantom God martial art's haggard son" made everyone's gaze towards him suddenly change. Those who were originally listless also began to carefully observe this person. This was a middle-aged man in his forties. He had a medium build and was slightly thin. There was nothing outstanding about his appearance, and he belonged to the type that would be hard to recognize if he was thrown into a crowd. Everyone remembered his appearance and his name.
"Isn't he the uncle who was talking to us just now? Phantom God martial art's haggard? Is he very powerful? "Si Ya poked Yan Duancang and asked.
Chu Jingtian's mouth was already wide open, and he muttered in a low voice, "He … he's actually that Phantom God's son!"
"Oh? You've heard of his name? "Yan Duancang asked with interest.
Chu Jingtian shook his head, "I've never heard of him, but I've often heard of the Phantom God martial art's haggard name. When I was very young, my grandfather often mentioned him to me. He said that Wu Sansi was the opponent that gave him the most headache in his life. Not only does he have terrifying agility and speed, the most terrifying thing is that he has unpredictable illusions. Twenty-five years ago, when my grandfather fought with him, he could already create thirty-six illusions that were hard to distinguish between real and fake. Now, he must have become even more terrifying. And this person is the Phantom God martial art's haggard son, then he must be as powerful as the Phantom God from twenty-five years ago. "
Yan Duancang nodded, then lightly shook his head and said in a low voice, "The strength of the Phantom God is worthy of the word" God ", but the conditions to become a God are too harsh. Not everyone has the qualifications to become a God. Although this person is an absolute expert and is also the Phantom God's son, he cannot become the second Phantom God, at least not now."
"Oh?" Chu Jingtian's face was filled with surprise.
"Twenty-five years ago, the Phantom God martial art's haggard was similar to your current age, but he could already create thirty-six miraculous illusions. Let this old man see if you have the true appearance of the Phantom God back then." Yan Zheng raised his hands and released a scorching pressure.
Wu Sansi also raised his hands. He had never used any weapons in his life, "My father's talent is hard to come by even in a thousand years. I don't dare to be compared to my father, but I will definitely not embarrass my father … Let's begin."
As soon as he finished speaking, his body shook violently. His body's movements and expression were completely frozen in place. He did not move at all.
At this moment, Yan Zheng also suddenly shifted his gaze and glanced at the top left of his body. His right palm suddenly struck upwards. He didn't move, but once he moved, it was shocking. A scorching power instantly gathered into a rotating formless wave of air and rushed forward.
If an ordinary person were to cultivate the Southern Emperor Sect's Water Jade Technique and the North Thearch Sect's Flame Soul Art, they would just be ordinary techniques. Other than some unique skills, there was nothing special about them. However, if it was cultivated by someone who had the blood of the Northern Emperor or the Southern Emperor, they could stimulate the divine power contained in their blood. It could be said that it would be twice the result with half the effort. Moreover, after some success, the derived power would be like fusing with the blood. It would be incomparably easy to control and control.
At this moment, Wu Sansi's body suddenly disappeared like air. His figure appeared in the direction where Yan Zheng had waved his palm. Facing the scorching wave of air, Wu Sansi, who couldn't avoid it, could only use his palms to meet it head-on. With a muffled sound, Yan Zheng's body shook. Wu Sansi's body somersaulted twice in the air and floated to the ground. His face was solemn.
"You don't need to be surprised. This old man has heard of the Phantom God's' Afterimage Illusions'. Just now, I was prepared, so I could face it safely. Otherwise, if this old man had faced it for the first time, I would have suffered greatly. "Yan Zheng looked at him and said expressionlessly.
The Afterimage Illusions were exactly the same as Wu Sansi's. His body didn't seem to have moved, but in reality, he had already moved to another place and attacked from the sky. This was naturally not as fast as teleportation. Instead, it was a kind of perfect combination of speed and concealment. It was a special skill that was similar to a camouflage technique. It attacked when the opponent was unprepared. However, if it was seen through and counterattacked, it would instead cause him to be flustered.
After this round of probing, Wu Sansi's face became even more solemn. He lightly inhaled, then his eyebrows sank. He slowly held his breath and took a step forward. As he slowly moved forward, an afterimage that shouldn't have appeared appeared behind him.
With another step, the afterimage became even more distinct. When he took the third step, the afterimage had already completely formed. It didn't seem like an afterimage, but another Wu Sansi that followed closely behind him. As he moved forward, another afterimage appeared behind him … Wu Sansi's eyes were half-squinted as he approached Yan Zheng in an "A" shape. The afterimages that continuously appeared alternated chaotically. His footsteps were even more illusory, making it impossible for people to tell which one was his original body. In this chaos, the real and fake afterimages that had originally overlapped each other suddenly separated into seven identical Wu Sansi. All of them charged towards the heavy-faced Yan Zheng as fast as lightning.
This was definitely not an afterimage created by relying on extremely high speed. Instead, it was an afterimage that was similar to the real body that was created using some kind of strange method. This was the frightening ultimate skill of the Sunflower Dew Country's legendary figure, Wu Sansi. No one knew how these afterimages were formed until now. When faced with an afterimage, most people would first lose their minds in shock and then become flustered. Wu Sansi might not be the strongest among the Four Great Gods, but he was the one that the other three were least willing to fight.
"This is the Illusion God's' Thousand Layer Afterimages' that Grandfather mentioned? It really is the same as a real person, it's hard to tell! " Chu Jingtian stared at each of the Wu Sansi's afterimages. He was incomparably amazed in his heart, feeling as if he was watching a magic trick. But no matter how he thought, he couldn't figure out how these afterimages appeared.
One, two, three … seven, seven layers of afterimages! Although it was far from being comparable to the Illusion God's thirty-six layers of afterimages, it was already shocking enough. Some of the rising stars that had never seen afterimages widened their eyes one after another.
The seven real and fake afterimages attacked Yan Zheng from different directions. At this time, Yan Zheng could dodge or counterattack, but if he dodged or counterattacked in the wrong direction, the only result would be that he would be ruthlessly hit … However, facing these seven approaching afterimages, he actually didn't move. Instead, he suddenly let out a low shout, and a layer of scarlet light suddenly appeared on the surface of his body. A terrifyingly hot wave of air was transmitted through the air, accompanied by a thick oppressive feeling. What the Flame Soul Technique cultivated was not "flame". Even if it was cultivated to the peak, it wouldn't produce the temperature of scarlet flames. However, when the Flame Soul Technique exploded, the strange scorching heat that was produced could be said to have a terrifying speed of transmission. In a short instant, it could spread to the surroundings.
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