"King Shenwei, you are too kind. Ye's strength is nothing, but it is enough to protect myself." Ye Zheng smiled.

The Godly King Yang Tuo did not say anything, but just smiled bitterly, thinking, "Such strength is nothing, others may be too embarrassed to see others."

"cough."

The two Taoist masters at the side calmed their minds and coughed lightly with flushed faces.

"Master Ye, Mr. Zhuangyuan, these are the two immortals Qianhuan and Wanxiang. Sixty years ago, the Wanxiang Sect was destroyed by the Jingyuan Temple. These two immortals were killed. I led my troops to break through a large temple and rescued them. Now these two immortals are my staff members in the Shenwei Army. They are highly skilled in Taoism and have been personally granted the title of first-class earl by the Emperor." Shenwei King Yang Tuo glanced at the two people beside him and quickly introduced them.

"Brother Ye, the Wanxiang Sect was once very prosperous, and its Thousand Illusions and Ten Thousand Images is a great treasure. It is recorded in great detail in the Great Zen Temple's classics." Hong Yi's eyes flickered, and he whispered to Ye Zheng when he remembered the Great Zen Temple classics he had seen.

Ye Zheng nodded and didn't care. The strength of Qianhuan and Wanxiang was not that great and not worth caring about.

"The magic weapon of Qianhuan and Wanxiang, the Thousand Illusions and Ten Thousand Things Map, can travel a thousand miles in an instant. It will be convenient for me to come here and discuss the war in the Western Region with you two." Seeing that Ye Zheng was indifferent to Qianhuan and Wanxiang, King Shenwei did not dare to neglect him. He had just been slapped in the face and his cheeks were still aching.

"Your Highness has been guarding the Western Regions for many years and has made great military achievements. If Hong Yi writes a book in the future, your Highness will definitely include a section about his contribution to defending the territory." Hong Yi, who was standing aside, bowed and said loudly to the Mighty King Yang Tuo.

Upon hearing this, the Divine Might King Yang Tuo was delighted and thought to himself, "He is indeed a gentleman. I didn't expect that Hong Yi is so humble. With Hong Xuanji's tyranny and the power to control the life and death of all gods in the heavens, he actually has such a son. It's hateful that the Champion Marquis wanted to get involved in my Divine Might Army, but he actually set his sights on my wife. But now I can't do anything to him."

"Pavilion Master Ye, Mr. Zhuangyuan, today my Ci Dao League, the five elders and the three supreme elders have all held a banquet for you. They are particularly impressed by Pavilion Master Ye's strength, so they have set up a bar outside." Yan Kai glanced at the other elders and the supreme elders and said.

"Oh, how can I do this when there are so many distinguished guests? I'm afraid this is not the way to entertain guests. Well, it happens that I also want to try the taste of this Assassin's Hall. Meng Shenji's things are in the Assassin's Hall. It is worth a try." Ye Zheng sneered, and the immortal energy and blood in his body kept churning and rolling like a tide.

Everyone present changed color when they heard this, especially the elders of the Ci Dao League, and the supreme elder, whose face turned pale.

"Master Ye, even though you are at the level of a human immortal, this is probably too much of an insult to our Ci Dao Alliance." Yan Kai said, suppressing his anger.

Ye Zheng ignored him and walked straight towards the assassin. Looking at a huge pillar with seven big characters engraved on it, Meng Shenji moved around and his hand trembled. A bright light flashed out, a crystal thought with arcs flashing and crackling in it, but it seemed to contain a vast space. It was the thought of the fourth thunder tribulation. One thought after another flew from his hand, a total of seven, and shot towards the seven characters on the pillar.

"Shh, shh, shh."

When the seven thoughts burst onto the pillar, the seven large characters suddenly emitted a blue light, blocking the thoughts from advancing.

At the same time, these blue lights suddenly turned into countless small swords, and then gathered in the air to form a big blue sword, which violently slashed towards Ye Zheng.

“Oh, this Meng Shen Ji, really did leave behind his own thoughts. Yes, it is indeed the thoughts of the Seven Thunder Tribulations Ghost Immortal Realm, full of the aura of creation, and roughly the same as the Bronze Divine Tree.” Perhaps it was sensing the power of the thoughts of the Seven Thunder Tribulations Ghost Immortal Realm, the Bronze Divine Tree was shaking wildly in the small world within the dragon-patterned black gold tripod. If not for Ye Zheng suppressing it tightly, it would have flown out and swallowed these thoughts.

"roar."

Seeing this, Ye Zheng's blood and energy surged, and he threw a punch fiercely. A shadow like a dragon or a unicorn flew out with a roar.

At the same time, his mind moved, and the golden dragon staff appeared in his hand. A light that seemed black and white shot out, and a keratin armor wrapped around Ye Zheng's whole body. Two hideous curved horns hung down on his head.

“Boom.”

With a loud bang, the huge blue sword was smashed into countless blue fragments by the dragon-like shadow, floating all over the sky.

Suddenly, all the fragments condensed into a Ten-Direction Tower. As soon as the tower appeared, it seemed to immediately break through the constraints of space and expand. The entire space was completely solidified, without a single bit of air that could flow. Then it violently covered Ye Zheng.

"This is the Tower of Taiyu, the cosmic scripture of the Supreme Dao. Come on." Ye Zheng shouted, and with the power of his qi and blood, he punched out fiercely, smashing the Tower of Taiyu into pieces.

“Ding, ding, ding.”

A melodious bell suddenly rang out, and countless blue fragments condensed together to form a chaotic bell, which crashed towards Ye Zheng.

"The idea of ​​Meng Shenji is really troublesome. The Bell of the Universe is good too. Only this value is enough." Ye Zheng waved his hand again and smashed the Chaos Bell into pieces.

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Finally, all the blue fragments condensed into seven thoughts, which stayed in the air and flowed continuously.

Each one was ten feet in radius, suspended in the air like a ball, with various colors of light flowing inside, and finally presenting a color that was neither black nor white, but completely chaotic. Enormous power emanated from these seven thoughts.

Ye Zheng looked at the seven thoughts and it seemed that he still had some strength left. Without wasting any time, he directly sacrificed the dragon-patterned black gold tripod.

The palm-sized black gold tripod with dragon pattern exudes a black luster. A huge suction force emanates from it, and a small vortex appears on the black gold tripod with dragon pattern.

"Pop, pop, pop."

After the crisp sound, the seven chaotic thoughts, with almost no power to resist, were sucked into the dragon-patterned black gold tripod one by one and fell under the bronze sacred tree.

PS, I still can’t keep my moral integrity. I have just finished coding yesterday’s chapter.