The black palace suppressed the sky like an ancient ferocious beast awakened from prehistoric. When the fog swept across, it was completely violent and shining with a cold luster.

In an instant, the sky and the earth were rumbling endlessly, and the sound of thunder was deafening. Countless gray gases fell from the sky and hung down, like sword rains hitting.

That is the real death aura! People trembled and their souls were about to leave their bodies, because under the fluctuations, they all felt the fear of death deeply.

The eighteen ancestors of the Imperial Palace had a serious expression, standing in the ruined void, with a dark blue body, and endless chaos air flowing endlessly.

They saw the black-haired young man's power in the world, summoned an ancient ruined palace to suppress the sky, and crushed them with an unparalleled aura. They were shocked and used their own magic to show their power.

An old ancestor of the Imperial Palace suddenly slapped his palm, pierced through the universe, shattered the five elements, shining the divine light, and the fairy air flowed. A palm seal condensed in nothingness and kept moving forward.

There was another person whose fist came out like a dragon and tiger roaring, and the red clouds in front of him were filled with fire, burning the sky. The shock caused by the shock made people's souls tremble, and some even could not bear the huge power, causing bleeding from the seven orifices.

The palm shadow covers the sky, the fist breaks the sky, and the magic weapons with extremely powerful auras flew out from their bodies, including long blood-colored swords, large seals with violet air, dazzling silver roulettes, and the measuring ruler with green flames as bright as the sun, and the cloud and smoke Taixu Hammer covering all directions with fairy mist.

The dazzling divine light was raised, disturbing the boundless magic fog drifted away, and rushed towards the black and incomplete palace.

With a loud shock, it seemed as if the world was broken, and it was as bright as the rays of the place were intertwined and chaotic, as magnificent as the sea suddenly exploded, and then burned! The waves were magnificent, as gorgeous as endless magma erupted!

The black palace was constantly shaking, and waves of magic fog swelled like a roar of anger. On the spot, the huge palm print fist shadow corroded into nothingness, and all kinds of magic weapons bloomed, but when they hit the black palace, they were covered with a falling gray dead aura.

The gray dead energy is like dead silence, but every wisp makes people feel desperate. The divine weapon is contaminated with dead energy, like a bright pearl covered with a thick layer of dust, the light is completely gone, the spiritual energy is drawn away, and it falls in the sky dull.

Although the black palace did not collapse, the lingering gray dead energy disappeared, and the vast and vast magic fog was also shaken away. In the hazy, sunlight came through the magic fog.

The ancestors of the Imperial Palace spewed out blood almost at the same time, and were shocked. Although the black palace had lost the huge momentum just now, it still crushed the void and continued to collide.

These imperial palace ancestors rushed all the same, not daring to fight against the black-haired young man again. But the black-haired young man refused. He stepped on the ground slightly with his right foot, and the rolling magic fog came again, but this time, a square cage formed, trapping all the eighteen imperial palace ancestors in it.

The palace was filled with magic power, and the huge force hit the black cage, which directly annihilated the black fog, and even roared the blood of the eighteen ancestors of the imperial palace, shaking, and almost collapsed to the ground.

The black-haired young man turned into a black lightning, faster than light, and could not be captured by his naked eyes. After he landed, the ancestor of the Imperial Palace in front of him suddenly turned pale and a look of despair appeared on his face.

The black-haired young man waved his fist calmly, and the magic fog danced, which directly penetrated the chest of the Imperial Palace ancestor and blew his heart.

Then, a ray of light and shadow flashed rapidly from the head of the Imperial Palace ancestor, trying to escape. The black-haired young man did not move, staring at him with his eyes, and suddenly shot out a black firework, burning the light and shadow into a wisp of smoke and dust on the spot, leaving only a miserable and scattered roar drifting away with the wind.

The young man with black hair is so terrifying!

One person fought against eighteen ancestor-level figures alone, but he was still crushing and even killed one person on the spot. It was shocking and yearning for him.

The remaining seventeen ancestors of the Imperial Palace were traumatized, either light or severe, and they dared not fight again. They even set up fairy clouds and fled to the distance in panic.

"Save me!" Some people even came from a family and called for help, and their voices rushed to the sea of ​​clouds.

The onlookers suddenly realized when they were dazzled and confused. Apart from these eighteen ancestors who had mastered the fortune, the imperial palace still had mysterious existences. If you dare to be called the Immortal Lord, you will definitely be so powerful that you cannot imagine.

However, I don’t know if I can match this peerless demon who came from nowhere…

The eighteen ancestors of the Imperial Palace left, and no one dared to stop them in the field. The demon clan and demon world had not yet produced a demon ancestor-level powerhouse, and they were even more powerless. Although hell had a killer ancestor coming, there was no intention of blocking them at all, so they were allowed to escape.

But just as the eighteen ancestors of the Imperial Palace were about to escape from Liuyun Mountain, an ordinary and simple iron sword suddenly rushed out of the crowd watching the battle. There was no sword energy across hundreds of miles, no sword sounding, and even no light was revealed, only the clear sword blade flashed out a few cold light.

The ordinary iron sword passed through the sky without a trace of momentum, but it blocked the path of the ancestor of the Imperial Palace. The short three-foot Qing Peak seemed to cut off the sky, making it impossible for them to cross or bypass.

There was only one sword in front of me, but it seemed like this sword was hanging in the sky.

Following the iron sword, three iron tags soared upwards. One was pitch black as ink, but the breath was thick and thick, as magnificent as the vast earth, with a faint sacred mountain and a beautiful lake and sea emerging.

The second branch is as white as jade, with a breath as light as clouds, and the rhythm of Tao that is as if it is present and nothing is indescribable. It is completely different from the black sign, with the light on it flashing like a big star floating and sinking.

The third branch is golden, with exquisite shapes and no flaws. However, the breath is extremely messy, but it is full of nobleness. The golden sign is full of worldly aura, as if there is a world hidden in it.

Three iron sticks black, white and golden blocked behind the ancestor of the Imperial Palace. The three colors shone brightly, and the breath flowed endlessly. A trace of inexplicable divine power directly merged into a chessboard, blocking the void.

There was an iron sword in front and a three-color iron tag behind it. Two powerful people appeared, intending to kill the imperial palace.

An old man in purple robe walked step by step, and the majestic sword intent behind him formed a storm. A little purple light flowed between his eyebrows, and a sword energy teared the void. His breath was vast, like a sword fairy descending.

"Huagu!" The ancestor of the Imperial Palace recognized the origin of the old man and shouted loudly, with a cold face covering his face, and he was about to freeze the universe.

Behind them, an old man in black slowly took off, his expression contained endless vicissitudes and his indifference to life and death. He seemed to have seen through the cold and warm words of the world and comprehended the cold and cold intentions of the world.

His name is Yin Jinren, a miserable man who has been forgotten for three thousand years. He was once as famous as Hua Gu and Du Qing, a peerless genius!

"Yin Jinren, you actually walked out of Baigang Mountain?" The ancestor of the Imperial Palace changed his face and scolded loudly.

Yin Jinren looked at the man calmly, and the black iron stick suddenly twitched and directly smashed down a sacred mountain. The sacred mountain was unparalleled and exploded on the spot. The ancestor was bleeding all over his body, and his face was full of horror.

"At that time, I was forced to call myself a gangster... She built a lighthouse. The lighthouse has been bright for three thousand years, and it has embraced her eternal concern. I stared at the way home every night, but I didn't dare to take a step... Do you know what kind of torment it was?" Yin Jinren looked sad, and the feeling of vicissitudes became stronger and stronger.

"I have been withered to stay at the lighthouse for three thousand years, thinking about seeing her all the time... But on that day, the lighthouse was destroyed! I have three signs of heaven, earth and man in my hand, counting the sky, counting the earth, and counting the earth, but I have not calculated this ending."

"The beauty is old and the family is withering... I don't care that he cuts his fingers and steals my throne, but I care that he doesn't abide by the agreement. He said that he will protect her from death and will also make my family immortal!" Yin Jinren suddenly became angry, like an angry lion.

"Don't talk nonsense, how can the throne be stolen?" The ancestor of the Imperial Palace suddenly interrupted Yin Jinren.

"The throne cannot be stolen, but it can be cut off and is an immortal!" Yin Jinren's words shocked the world, and the entire Liuyun Mountain roared continuously.

"Didn't the Broken Finger Emperor forcefully opened the immortal gate and fell into the immortal catastrophe? How could he be an immortal?"

"The immortal is immortal and is supremely transcendent. If the broken finger is an immortal, how could he die? How could he lose to Huagu Du Qing, Dugu Wuwang and others?"

There were countless discussions, but most of them did not believe it.

"Immortals are indeed powerful, but they are not invincible. There is such an existence on our earth. It is precisely to avoid such an existence that they cannot use secrets to return." Hua Gu said loudly, and there was a silence under the sky.

"I don't know the real purpose of his coming to the world, but I know that he has been hunting the spirit-raising people for several lifetimes in his reincarnation. In this life, he even stole the throne, sealed the desolate city of the demon world, tried to provoke trouble, and even drew the roots of the earth, wanting to become an immortal again!"

"On the day when the Immortal Tribulation broke through the Broken Finger, the spiritual energy of Tianming Peak leaked out and was shaking. I was vaguely aware of it, and then I arrived at the Dao Foundation that destroyed him. When I tried to extract his memory, he suddenly destroyed his immortal soul. The remaining memories left were limited. What I just said were found from his memory." Hua Gu's tone was indifferent, but the meaning expressed made everyone gasp.

Hua Gu actually killed the immortal!

Moreover, the one who hunts the spirit-raising people is actually the imperial palace and is actually the immortal!

Surprisingly, Hua Gu had no evidence, but almost everyone chose to believe him.

"It turns out that you harmed the emperor! Hua Gu, die..." The ancestor of the imperial palace shouted angrily, and his murderous intention was approaching Hua Gu.

"Why, to this point, the person behind you... or that immortal... hasn't he yet appeared?" Hua Gu mocked.

"Broken finger, don't you want the throne? I'll wait for you to come and take it." Yin Jinren waved his hand, and the heaven and earth were vast, and the rolling heavenly power suddenly came. A brilliant light ripples like water waves, and a pillar of light appeared directly to connect the heaven and earth.

The sky was golden, and the fairy flower rain drifted endlessly. In the flower rain, a golden imperial throne suddenly appeared. A step of transparent staircase spread from the imperial palace to the front of Yin Jinren, and the divine light shone brightly.

Then, he stomped his feet violently, and the imperial throne dissipated, and all the strange phenomena turned into nothingness.

"You regard it as a treasure, and I abandon it like a walking track...but I won't give it to you."

This is the real emperor. If he hadn't wanted to step into the God-level, almost everyone would be oppressed by the huge pressure of heaven and earth, kneeling on the ground and worshiping the emperor.

"Broken finger, although you die and destroy your immortal soul, I know you are not dead. Now you are the real immortal... Come on, fight me!"

"Before I, Huagu, become an immortal, I will kill the immortal first."

(End of this chapter)
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