Everyone was stunned when they heard this.
What does it mean that he was just a small quasi-emperor during his lifetime?
How many quasi-emperors are there in the entire universe?
As a result, now you have to fight a boy who is not even ten years old yet, who has a lot of combat experience and magical powers.
But, you still want to cross a huge realm, and you are still so confident?
This is really shameless.
Of course... Zhongli and the others can also understand.
Because the strength displayed by Ye Changqing was indeed too powerful.
That is the forbidden thunder tribulation in the legend!
That's how we got through.
Still in the realm of Rong Dao.
Even if one is a peerless genius or a young emperor, if he wants to encounter the forbidden thunder tribulation, it must at least be a saint's tribulation.
This is... too exaggerated.
Even Su Yu rolled his eyes. This old guy was really shameless.
"Okay! Then let's do as you say, senior."
"After all... the Rong Dao Realm really can't put any pressure on me!"
Ye Changqing's expression was calm and composed.
Because... he felt that Qian Yuan's strength would not be particularly strong.
Combined with his previous physical strength, he has reached the perfection of the Tao.
Even beyond some.
In his opinion, Qianyuan Quasi-Emperor, who was only at the peak of Rong Dao, was indeed lacking in quality.
"good."
Qian Yuan's pupils suddenly shrank. He originally thought that the Son of Evergreen would give up.
But what I never expected was that he actually agreed!
He wanted to scare Ye Changqing away by being shameless.
Now... I'm in a difficult situation.
Although the two knew each other for a short time.
But Qian Yuan knew very well that this kid would not do anything without confidence.
So... Ye Changqing really felt that he could cross a major realm and suppress himself.
That's why he reacted like this!
There was also a faint desire to fight rising in my heart.
If you continue to retreat.
Instead, it weakened his own power.
After all, I was once a quasi-emperor!
"Come!"
Quasi-Emperor Qianyuan stomped his right foot and came directly to the bluestone arena.
A faint murderous aura lingered around his body, terrifying to the extreme.
"Buzz buzz buzz..."
The phantom gradually changed, revealing its true form, which was several feet in size. A faint and supreme pressure enveloped the entire bluestone arena.
The restrictions on the surrounding areas were trembling slightly and could break at any time.
"Qilin Sword, rise!"
Ye Changqing didn't say anything extra. A red sword appeared in his right hand, emitting a faint fierce aura that was no less powerful.
After all... this Qilin sword spirit was once an almighty powerful being.
The weakest, yet also the perfect existence of the Holy Lord.
"Return to the Dao Realm, rise!"
Ye Changqing shouted softly, and the sword in his right hand danced.
Wisps of blazing flames gushed out, and the temperature in the ring suddenly rose to a terrifying level.
There was also a silver-white sword light, with a sharp meaning, shining in the sky.
Dark arcs of lightning wrapped around his body, forming armor.
There are nine kinds of Taoism, almost fused together, but their own characteristics have not been eliminated.
The pupils of Quasi-Emperor Qianyuan suddenly shrank.
"Nine Dao Realms...are all integrated together. No wonder it was so easy to overcome the forbidden thunder tribulation earlier."
The powerful force gathered in the claws and struck directly.
The void became distorted.
Ye Changqing also felt a heavy pressure on his body, like a mountain.
"clang!"
The long sword containing nine realms of Tao swept across and collided directly with Qiongqi's claws, erupting into a shocking wave of air that spread in all directions.
"Buzz..."
The pupils of Quasi-Emperor Qianyuan suddenly shrank.
It’s not that I’m surprised at Ye Changqing’s control over the realm of swordsmanship.
But it’s this physical strength…what the hell is this!
Since this is only his mark strength, he has recovered to the level of his youth.
The initial stage of He Dao is roughly equivalent to the power of sixty dragons.
What the hell... Why do I feel numbness and pain in my palm?
Isn’t this too outrageous?
"Swallow the sky!"
The dark light, like nothingness, formed a black hole, covering Ye Changqing's body.
The nine kinds of Taoism are constantly disappearing.
"Dragon Roar Technique!"
Ye Changqing shouted in a low voice, and the muscles and bones in his body emitted a buzzing sound, and the spiritual energy turned into sound waves and spread out.
It was like a real dragon waking up and roaring to the heaven and earth!
"Buzz..."
The sky-swallowing black hole dissipated in an instant.
Even the Quasi-Emperor Qianyuan seemed a little dazed.
"The innate magical power of the True Dragon Clan?"
"I've never seen it before. The Son of Evergreen God hides... really deeply." Qian Yuan smiled bitterly.
The strength and bloodline of the True Dragon clan are far superior to those of the Qiongqi clan.
In the ancient times, he was the overlord of the demon race.
At that time, it was extremely powerful, with several powerful emperors in charge.
Even...even now, there may be creatures at the Emperor level hiding here.
If this matter is discovered.
The entire True Dragon clan would probably be shaken.
To recapture the whole process.
After all, a clan of this level would not allow their innate magical powers to leak out.
Not to mention that you are a descendant of the Human King, even if you are the Human King himself.
They will still be hunted down.
"boom!"
Qian Yuan mobilized his strange magical powers to block the power of the Qilin Sword.
Ye Changqing frowned slightly, then put away the Qilin Sword and shouted in a low voice.
"White Tiger Killing Technique!"
The energy and blood in his body gushed out, and he became violent and bloodthirsty.
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