Listening to Sun Wusheng's accusations and insults, the young emperor sighed slightly in his heart.

After all, no one can understand him.

"Well, it seems that this fight is inevitable. Then I, the Celestial Being Sect, will come and learn how to defeat Palace Master Sun!"

The young emperor laughed softly, the wind was gentle and the clouds were calm.

Celestial Being Cult?!

Sun Wusheng paused in his heart and suddenly looked around.

The next moment, many figures appeared around the entire Douzhan Palace. They were none other than the demons and demons of the Celestial Being Sect, Elder Sixiang.

"The son of Immortal Tianfu, Lin Nandao has met Palace Master Sun!"

The first person to speak was a middle-aged man with a light robe and a bald head. He was holding a stack of yellow papers with secret orders in his hand, each of which exuded the aura of Sanxian's moves.

"Son of Immortal Yuyun, Shang Yunqing has met Palace Master Sun!"

Following closely behind him was a young man with a soft face, holding a folding fan in his hand and an expression on his face.

"Beihuang, Demon God Tomb, Demon Immortal's Son Huang Meng!"

The tallest being in the Tianren Sect, he was also the one who captured Hu Jinwan and let him go after being seriously injured.

"Dongyuanzhou, Wang Ling, the son of Immortal Jianming! I have met Palace Master Sun!"

Wang Ling had a stern look on his face, holding a fiery red sword tightly in his hand, with a small flaming dragon hovering outside the scabbard, showing an astonishing momentum.

"The daughter of Immortal Mengyuan, Zhang Qing!"

Zhang Qing's red robe was fluttering, and her eyes flashed with spiritual flames.

"The daughter of Immortal Fu Xin, Zhuge Qingfeng!"

The woman who spoke was wearing prison uniform, her eyes were full of madness, her body was covered with wounds, and her name was similar to Zhuge Qingfengxia, the third holy son of Yaochi Holy Land.

Even this woman looks exactly the same as Zhuge Qingfeng.

This is the woman Hu Jinwan went out to look for.

"Hai Yuntian, the descendant of Immortal Hongyun, has met Palace Master Sun!"

The person who spoke was an old man, but his voice sounded like that of a young man, and there was no hint that the other person was older.

"The descendants of Immortal Nan Yuan, Nan Feifei has met Palace Master Sun!"

The last one was a child half as tall as a man, holding a small sheepskin drum in his hand and staring at Sun Wusheng with a smile on his face.

Sun Wusheng was also frightened by their introduction.

Eight people, eight descendants of monks who ascended to the immortal world!

Together with the young emperor, the son of an immortal, the Celestial Being Sect has gathered nine descendants of immortals!

The young emperor's parents were both people who ascended to the immortal world. He just never ascended. If we really want to look into it carefully, the young emperor can be called an immortal.

Facing such eight people, Sun Wusheng didn't flinch at all, but his fighting spirit was heightened.

It was his dream to fight against the descendants of immortals.

"What a great trick. It's really extraordinary that the Young Emperor can find so many descendants of immortals." Sun Wusheng laughed.

The young emperor gently waved his hand and said with a smile: "What's so extraordinary about you? We have to fight with you together. After all, you are the second monk to have reached the level of "Double Fighting", so you still have this respect."

Sun Wusheng nodded and smiled: "After passing my test, are you going to Haotian Sect?"

"Palace Master Sun is a little anxious. The Haotian Sect is too troublesome and we have to wait." The young emperor made no secret of his plans.

"Yes, Su Fan is not simple now. Even I, who has mastered the "Double Victory", am not his opponent." Sun Wusheng chuckled and said, "You should be careful when you go, that guy is very strong."

The young emperor slightly cupped his hands and said, "Thank you for informing me."

The next moment, Sun Wusheng rushed towards the eight people in front of him with an afterimage.

His aura soared to the sky, and golden aura erupted at the top of the entire Wushen Dao Palace.

Sun Wusheng’s initial goal was very simple

, so-called capturing the king personally, he must capture the young emperor first, and then deal with the remaining eight people.

He also has his own selfish motives in doing so.

He lost to Su Fan before, and now he wants to compete with the Young Emperor to see who is stronger between him and the older generation of monks.

"One move, move mountains!"

Golden aura wrapped around the fist, and the punch came straight to the young emperor's heart.

The killing move comes right up, show no mercy!

The young emperor looked calm and stood there without the slightest intention of leaving or even escaping.

Just when Sun Wusheng rushed in front of the young emperor, a mountain-like figure instantly attacked and stood in front of the young emperor, blocking Sun Wusheng's first move with his own body.

Huang Meng!

Facing Sun Wusheng's move, Huang Meng felt as if his body had been hit by a heavy hammer that was hard to withstand, and he retreated back uncontrollably.

"呲——"

Two deep footprints were immediately drawn on the ground, and Huang Meng also had a trace of fear in his eyes.

Just when he was about to hit the young emperor, the young emperor gently raised his arm and lightly looked at the figure in front of him.

Putting a hand on Huang Meng's back, the young emperor felt an uncontrollable force coming from his arm.

"boom!"

That force did not affect the Young Emperor. Instead, it exploded from behind the Young Emperor, raising a large cloud of dust and causing an explosion in front of the entire Douzhan Palace.

The fighting method is indeed amazing.

The young emperor also sighed slightly in his heart.

Today's monks are much stronger than those of their time. If Sun Wusheng were a person from five thousand years ago, it would be difficult to suppress an era.

His current cultivation level is at the peak of transcending tribulation. Even if his strength is stronger than his cultivation level, it is not much stronger.

In comparison, Sun Wusheng, who has fighting skills, will only become stronger and stronger.

He is different from Su Fan. Su Fan is a purely physical monk who can develop his body to the maximum, but he can only start from magic.

Body training?

What a waste of time.

After blocking Huang Meng, the young emperor chuckled and said: "As expected of the palace master of the Dou Zhan Palace, I can knock Huang Meng away with one punch. If you really had murderous intentions just now, I'm afraid Huang Meng would be dead."

Bar."

"I don't want to be your enemy, and it's impossible for me to make friends with you in the Thirteen-Character Secret Sutra." Sun Wusheng shook his head and said: "Young Emperor, listen to my advice and let it go as soon as possible. The only one you met today is me. It would be Su.

If anyone comes, I'm afraid you have no chance of winning."

"You have to give it a try." The young emperor responded with a chuckle.

"laugh!"

A sword light flew from the side, and the flames enveloped the sword energy, leaving a dazzling flame in the air.

However, when it encountered the golden aura outside Sun Wusheng's body, the entire sword light shattered, exploded and dissipated.

Wang Ling, who was throwing out his sword energy, also frowned and looked solemn.

His sword energy couldn't even break through Sun Wusheng's defense?

At this moment, an idea suddenly appeared in his mind, an idea that was extremely longing for strength.

When he was in Fengdu City, he was slapped by the Fengdu Ghost Emperor in order to save Zhang Qing. Although it was only a slap, it still seriously injured him.

Now that his sword energy couldn't even break through Sun Wusheng's defense, it would be even more difficult to fight Su Fan.

In his heart, Su Fan was already his life and death enemy. If it hadn't been for his father's sudden appearance, he would have died outside Xuankong City now.

"Wang Ling? It is said that you possess immortal energy. Let me see it today!"

Sun Wusheng shouted loudly, leaving an afterimage behind and rushed to Wang Ling.

The Young Emperor is protected by someone, and it is impossible for him to capture him.

We can only start with the others. Wang Ling possesses immortality and is a good opponent.

Looking at Sun Wusheng rushing towards him, Wang Ling secretly said, "No!"

"Bang——"

When a punch came, Wang Ling didn't even have the qualifications to defend, so he was able to knock the opponent back more than ten feet with just one punch.

"Wow……"

After Wang Ling stabilized his body, the smell of blood burst out of his throat for a day.

After spitting out a mouthful of blood, Wang Ling also felt scared for a while.
To be continued...