All the geniuses in the field were paying attention.
Ye Changqing's recovery speed is simply inhuman.
Among all races, there are also some ancient races with innate fast healing speeds.
But...it doesn't mean that one can recover instantly after being seriously injured.
This is too exaggerated.
"Get out of here!"
Upon seeing this, Fang Chen roared in anger, and a pale white light flashed in his eyes, like a stream of light, shooting out.
The Emperor's daughter Fuyao raised her jade hand lightly, and several images of the great ways appeared, which were directly dispersed.
"It may be difficult to kill you."
"But... it's just a matter of holding off. It's that simple."
"None of you three can get through."
When the princess Fuyao smiled, the world was dimmed.
Although these people are epoch-level geniuses.
Standing on the top of the mountain of all heavens and worlds today.
Among the younger generation, no one can compete with him.
But I... am a transcendent being of the eighth level. Although I am fighting one against three in the same realm, if I can't even hold them back, how can I carve out an invincible path?
"boom!"
At this moment, rumbling sounds came from Ye Changqing's body, like thunder, deafening.
The vast spiritual energy, like a tide, spread in all directions, forming a shock wave.
Many ancient geniuses in the field felt a heavy sense of oppression.
Suddenly, the pupils constricted.
This physical strength...has increased again.
Now, I’m afraid he can be on par with the Immortal Emperor’s son?
But, this kid is just a high-level saint.
But it can reach this level.
It makes people's heart palpitate.
"continue!"
Ye Changqing's body was filled with the divine aura of Taoism, and the Qilin Sword in his hand emitted bursts of beast roars, shaking his soul.
Crystal beads of sweat dripped from the flawless forehead of the Immortal Son of God, and his expression was extremely solemn.
This feeling of oppression...
He never had.
In the conquests of the two eras, no matter which clan the emperor's sons belonged to, they were easily suppressed by him.
Especially among those in the same realm, there is no rival.
He once entered an ancient relic where there was an ancient stele with the marks of powerful men from the eighth level, including some at the Emperor level.
They were suppressed in the same realm, but no one could defeat him.
But now, he was at the middle level of the Great Sage, but was being attacked by Ye Changqing.
Isn’t this too outrageous?
At this moment, he felt a little regretful. If only he had taken action earlier and mobilized the powerful gods to rush to the Lingyuan Realm.
There is no such thing.
He took a deep breath, and a pure white divine light emanated from his entire body, mixed with a light red blood mist.
He said calmly, "Everything is still in time."
"Here, I'll kill you."
"The human race will also perish."
He could roughly guess it.
Ye Changqing is probably the lucky son of this era.
The rise of the human race must be related to him.
The destiny of all worlds.
I can still kill myself!
"God Meteor Technique!"
He shouted loudly, and his figure shot out like a cannonball.
He clenched his right fist and struck directly, causing the entire palace to sway.
The void vibrates.
"Qilin Sword, rise!"
Ye Changqing shouted angrily.
He kept swinging the Qilin Sword in his hand, colliding with his fists, and the tearing sword light shattered countless stone pillars.
Many weaker saints and geniuses retreated and left the palace to continue watching the battle.
Just the aftereffect...
It is no longer something they can bear.
Seeing this, Ao Hai, Ao Jin and others who were fighting also looked solemn.
If Ye Changqing is in danger, they are ready to rescue him at any time.
This is a fight between the princes of two clans.
If they interfere at will, it will be hard to say whether they have enough strength or not.
Even if Ye Changqing wins, it will affect his Dao heart.
So...it depends on him.
This is the battle for the throne.
"Junior brother will definitely win. From the time he was born until now, I have never seen him lose."
Gu Yuan spoke in a low voice, full of confidence.
"Although the Immortal Emperor's son is extremely famous, he is facing the Evergreen Emperor's son!"
Sun Haotian, Ao Hai and others' eyes lit up and they spoke with trust.
Throughout history, who has been able to achieve the level of a saint before the age of ten?
Even if you are a transcendent being, it’s not enough, right?
Moreover, he also integrated many great ways and evolved them into his own path of cultivation.
How could this be a defeat?
"Sizzle!"
The sword and fist lights, the constant collisions, and the terrifying explosions have turned the palace into ruins.
The strength unleashed by both sides is almost the same.
His whole body was stained with blood.
Ye Changqing lowered his eyes slightly.
This Immortal Emperor's son does have quite a few cards up his sleeve.
The gap in realm made him feel exhausted.
He was ready to burn his blood and energy to achieve his goal in one go.
The battle for the emperor on the other side has begun.
This is his chance to kill the Immortal Emperor's son.
After all... after several months of cultivation, he had already reached the middle stage of the Great Sage.
At this speed, I can’t catch up even if I try my best.
Even if you have the secret of the Dharma character.
And various magical powers to increase cultivation.
But the gap will continue to grow.
This is for myself.
It is also an opportunity.
At this moment, a prompting voice sounded in my mind.
[Ao Hai, Sun Haotian, and other followers all believe that you can suppress the Immortal Emperor's son and have no doubt about it.]
【Brain filling progress 100%】
[Your strength is now equal to that of the opponent. This is manifested in your mind. When you attack the Immortal Emperor's son, no matter what attack method you use, its power will be increased by 50%!]
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