Chapter 845: Ten Thousand Dragons Ascend to Heaven
Emperor Xuan's voice spread throughout the Jiuling Continent, attracting the attention of all living beings on the continent.
A few years ago, the news that Emperor Xuan was challenging the Tianling World spread to Wu Shi. Many people were curious whether Emperor Xuan would finally fight to the gate of Wu Shi. Unexpectedly, he actually came.
This indicates that the great monks of the Tianling World cannot stop him! In the continent, those monks who were in retreat came out one after another, and more and more creatures gathered in the direction where the sound came from.
Emperor Xuan stood proudly in the sky, his long scarf fluttering like a dragon, and two golden crescent moons suspended behind his head shone with brilliant golden light. Every time they shone, the two golden moons would become bigger, and his momentum would increase accordingly.
The ocean began to heave and the waves grew stronger, thunderclouds surged in the sky, and faint rumblings of thunder were heard.
The spiritual mist surrounding the Jiuling Continent also began to surge violently, as if it was about to roll towards the sky and shake the clouds at any time.
Guan Tianyu looked at Emperor Xuan's back with a frown. He felt an extremely terrifying aura. It seemed that Emperor Xuan was not serious when dealing with him.
Could it be that he, the world's number one genius, is really not as good as the genius on the road of the Great Dao?
Guan Tianyu felt angry, but he did not lose his fighting spirit. He just thought about winning back next time.
As Emperor Xuan's momentum continued to grow, the rules of heaven and earth were affected, strong winds blew, and the sea was churning. The Tianling Taoist Alliance did not bother to watch. They dispersed and formed a large formation to prevent Emperor Xuan's momentum from affecting the various realms of the human world.
Emperor Xuan's eyes were fixed on the Jiuling Continent. His gaze could not penetrate the spiritual mist, which made him look forward to the upcoming battle even more.
He is not afraid of his opponent being too strong, but he is afraid that his opponent is not strong enough.
At present, there is no one in the Tianling World who can satisfy him.
Following his gaze, the spiritual mist at the edge of the Jiuling Continent began to shrink inward, as if a door was slowly opening.
More and more eyes and thoughts were focused on that spiritual mist.
As the spiritual mist cleared away, a cliff appeared. On the cliff stood the figures of cultivators, both men and women, tens of thousands of them.
The person leading the group was An Zizai.
Zhuang Xian, Su Han, Duan Li, Zhen Qin and others stood behind An Zizai, with disciples from other generations lined up behind them, and everyone's eyes were fixed on Emperor Xuan.
There was no fear on the faces of all Wu Shi's disciples; instead, they all had expressions of teasing, curiosity, and indifference.
It was the first time that the great monks in the world saw so many Wu Shi disciples appear. Each of these disciples had an extraordinary temperament and their cultivation was even more shocking to them.
Although many of Wu Shi’s disciples were below the level of Zizai Immortals, there were also many Daozang Zizai Immortals, Xuanyuan Zizai Immortals, and even several Luotian Zizai Immortals.
Wu Shi's background was revealed all at once!
Those ancient beings discovered that no second-generation disciples showed up, which made them even more curious about Wu Shi's strength.
If you think about it carefully, the second generation disciples of Wu Shi have not appeared for many years.
It's hard to imagine how strong those people are now. "He is Emperor Xuan? He has such a strong aura. Big Brother, which uncle or senior brother is willing to help?" Su Han asked excitedly, standing beside An Zizai.
He had never seen such a scene before. Looking around, he could see monks and powerful monsters watching the battle in the distance in all directions. He felt as if the whole world was paying attention.
Since Gu An was not around, Su Han felt that the person who took action should be a second-generation disciple. He had seen some second-generation disciples, and each of them had unfathomable levels of cultivation. He even felt that his master might be the weakest.
"Why do we need to trouble the teachers to deal with this person?"
An Zizai said calmly, and then he walked forward. After three steps, he stopped at the edge of the cliff and stood facing the wind.
Emperor Xuan's gaze couldn't help but fall on An Zizai. He secretly felt that Wu Shi was not simple, and An Zizai gave him a very strong feeling.
"I am the third generation disciple of Wu Shi, An Zizai. Since you want to fight, I will satisfy you."
An Zizai's voice resounded under the thunderclouds, and everyone could hear it clearly. Many great monks had talked to An Zizai, but they did not know how powerful An Zizai was.
Hearing today that An Zizai was willing to take action, they became excited and began to look forward to it.
No one dares to doubt Wu Shi's background. As the third-generation senior disciple, An Zizai often travels among various religions in the world. He can be regarded as the most familiar disciple of Wu Shi among all the religions in the world.
But so far, An Zizai has never fought with anyone, at least they have never seen or heard of him.
"I hope Wu Shi won't let me down!"
Emperor Xuan's voice was extremely domineering, and his words were full of strong confidence.
As soon as he finished speaking, he stepped towards the Jiuling Continent. The sky and the earth suddenly darkened, and thousands of lightning bolts emerged from the rolling thunderclouds, all intertwining on the two crescent moons behind him. At first glance, he seemed to have grown a pair of huge thunder wings, which was spectacular.
As he walked towards the Jiuling Continent, his momentum increased again, becoming stronger with each step.
The sky and the earth were dark, the waves were surging, as if the end of the world had come.
The strong wind blew towards An Zizai, but his body remained motionless, like Mount Tai.
Su Han looked at An Zizai's back with his eyes widened. It was the first time he felt An Zizai's power.
Not only him, but also younger generations such as Zhuang Xian and Duan Li were excited and looked forward to An Zizai becoming stronger.
Not only are all the religions in the world curious about An Zizai's strength, but Wu Shi itself is also curious.
Emperor Xuan was getting closer and closer to the Jiuling Continent, and more and more creatures came to watch. Between the dark sky and sea, Emperor Xuan became the most dazzling existence, but the Wu Shi disciples standing on the cliff of the continent also showed their fearlessness, making it difficult for all creatures to judge who would win and who would lose.
If it was the Wushi Patriarch, Emperor Xuan would undoubtedly be defeated, but now the one who took action was An Zizai, which made all the spectators dare not make a hasty judgment.
Emperor Xuan's eyes were fixed on An Zizai, and An Zizai was also staring at him.
As the eye contact lasted longer, Emperor Xuan's will to fight grew, and along with it, his own momentum grew stronger.
The two kinds of luck from Hunyuan Dao Emperor and Da Dao Emperor were poured into the two golden crescent moons, causing two completely different auras to burn around his body.
Sudden!
Emperor Xuan took another step and disappeared into the air, while the thunder and lightning in the sky were still lingering above the sea.
An Zizai's eyes flashed, and he struck out with his right palm from bottom to top, twisting his palm along with his wrist and striking forward with the force of pushing the sky.
boom--
Emperor Xuan appeared out of nowhere in the sky in front of An Zizai. The two were less than a hundred feet apart. The two extremely powerful magical powers collided, dispersing the rolling spiritual mist behind them, and the mountains of the Jiuling Continent were revealed.
In an instant, Emperor Xuan's brows suddenly frowned.
Before he could react, a strong light burst out from the surging ocean, making the sky and the earth bright in an instant. Silver dragons rushed out of the sea and directly hit Emperor Xuan. Even though Emperor Xuan resisted with his magic power, they were still pushed into the sky.
An endless stream of silver dragons continuously leaped out of the sea, one after another, fearless of their own safety, constantly tearing apart Emperor Xuan's magic power, and it was impossible to count how many silver dragons there were.
Emperor Xuan gritted his teeth and wanted to use his magical powers, but he found that he was enveloped by an unshakable oppressive force. He couldn't even move and could only use his magic power to resist.
In the blink of an eye, he was knocked through the Heavenly Light Layer and came to the void outside the sky. His magic power was completely offset, and the recovery speed could not keep up with the consumption speed. A giant dragon, far larger than the other silver dragons, emerged from the Heavenly Light Layer. The dragon's head alone was as big as half of the Tianling World. The dragon's mouth opened and swallowed him.
The deafening dragon roar echoed in his ears, shocking his mind.
"How is it possible..."
Emperor Xuan widened his eyes and roared in his heart, and then he was submerged in the vast silver light.
On the cliff, Su Han looked up, the strong light illuminating his shocked expression. He subconsciously asked, "What kind of magical power is this?"
An Zizai, who was standing in front of him, did not turn around, but spoke calmly: "Ten Thousand Daos Peerless Palm, the second palm, Ten Thousand Dragons Ascend to Heaven."
(End of this chapter)
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