01710 Zhang Yunfu Shijie Visits!

Whether it is a warrior or an immortal, there are his weaknesses, even the immortal emperor is no exception.

The difference is whether they can discover their weaknesses.

Since Yun Qingyan became the Immortal Emperor, he has rarely encountered people who made him unable to see his weaknesses.

Even Fuyao, he could see the weakness, but the eleven corpse language clan couldn't see it.

"Shooting so rashly? You're really courting death!"

The eleven members of the Corpse Language Clan sneered when they saw Yun Qingyan coming with a killer move.

"Jie Jie Jie, he is so impulsive, maybe he can't find our weakness, that's why he's rushing to attack!"

"Looking for our weaknesses? Hahaha, we have all been blessed by the Corpse God, who in the heavens and myriad worlds can discover our weaknesses?"

Several Corpse Whisperers were sneering.

Among the eleven of them, none of them put Yun Qingyan in their eyes.

Boom boom boom boom...

When they met each other, they fought together.

Yun Qingyan didn't hold back the slightest bit, all of them were killing moves. Because of the high speed, the naked eye could see... Yun Qingyan's figure was all over the sky.

Eleven corpse language tribes teamed up to face off against Yun Qingyan. They cooperated very tacitly. Although there were eleven of them, they could come and go and complement each other.

In a one-on-one situation, Yun Qingyan can kill any of them.

But when they joined forces, Yun Qingyan was in a weak position from the beginning.

"It would be great if the ten heroes were here..." Yun Qingyan murmured in his heart.

There is a specialization in the art industry, and the ten heroes of the Yunfu are undoubtedly the best help to deal with the corpse language clan in front of them.

"Avatar technique!"

With a thought in his mind, Yun Qingyan directly created ten clones, counting himself... exactly eleven!

Yun Qingyan let every avatar drag a corpse language tribe, and he himself mainly attacked a corpse language tribe.

But soon, Yun Qingyan discovered a problem.

Each of his avatars is a single combat force, but the corpse language clan seems to be a single person... but they have always complemented each other and continued to succeed.

boom!

A clone of Yun Qingyan was smashed to pieces by a corpse language clan.

boom! boom! boom!

Following the demise of the first avatar, two more avatars immediately died in the hands of the corpse language clan.

Their cooperation is too tacit!

There is a tacit understanding of eleven people, and they are completely a whole!

And the combined combat power of eleven people is not as simple as one plus one at all!

If we say that each of these eleven corpse language tribes has a fighting power of 1!

The result of the addition of eleven of them is not 11, but 21, and even... 31, or even more!

"Emperor Yun, let's capture him with nothing!" Fuyao's voice also echoed faintly.

And she has already shot, attacking behind Yun Qingyan.

"Not good..." Yun Qingyan's complexion changed, and a terrifying chill rose on his back.

Yun Qingyan hardly hesitated, and his body turned 180 degrees in mid-air.

"The first form of the true solution of Xuyuan——"

Yun Qingyan slammed a palm, and faced Fuyao.

Rumble!

The two palms collided violently, and the terrifying shock wave burst into the void immediately.

The figures of Yun Qingyan and Fuyao were both pushed out by the opponent.

The difference is that Yun Qingyan only retreated more than 100 meters, but Fuyao was retreated more than 300 meters.

"Emperor Yun, it's not a good thing to be distracted at this time."

The retreated figure of Yun Qingyan hadn't stopped yet, and the attack of the eleven corpse language clan had already arrived.

Because Yun Qingyan had early warning, he used teleportation to avoid this wave of attacks.

But just when Yun Qingyan was about to teleport, this space was suddenly disturbed, making Yun Qingyan lose the ability to teleport.

"Yun Qingyan, don't forget, whose home is this here!" Fuyao, who was knocked back more than 300 meters, sneered.

It was Fuyao who interfered with Yun Qingyan's teleportation!

boom! boom! boom!

A series of attacks sounded.

Yun Qingyan's physical body suffered eleven attacks.

The space around Yun Qingyan, because he couldn't bear the impact of such a terrifying impact, was shattered by the shock, and it was full of dense cracks.

Puff puff……

Yun Qingyan was bleeding profusely, the corners of his mouth were stained with blood, and the clothes on his chest were also wet with blood.

Yun Qingyan's eyes, ears, and nose were all bloody from the shock.

The individual combat capabilities of these eleven corpse language tribes are not below the usual half-step immortal emperors.

The eleven people jointly launched an attack, and eleven consecutive blasts hit Zhongyun Qingyan...

It is conceivable how severe Yun Qingyan's injury was.

"Well, gurgling..." Yun Qingyan seemed to want to say something, but finally opened his mouth, and blood flowed out.

Yun Qingyan raised his head, glanced at Fuyao, and then at the eleven corpse-talkers... A look of unwillingness flashed in his eyes.

From the time he collected the Hunyuan Tower until now, there has never been a situation... that he fled into the Hunyuan Tower because he lost to the opponent.

This time, he came to the Emperor's City, obviously intending to uproot the power of the fake Chi Yao...

Unexpectedly, he had to hide in the Hunyuan Pagoda.

"I'm not reconciled!" Yun Qingyan said in a low voice.

"If there is no external interference, even in my current state... I can kill you!"

When the word'cut' was said, a terrifying murderous intent flashed in Yun Qingyan's eyes.

Fuyao's pupils shrank unconsciously, and Yun Qingyan's reaction... was really startled.

But after taking a look at the eleven corpse-talking tribes not far away, Fuyao immediately sneered: "Even if you talk about breaking the sky, it won't change your ending of being imprisoned!"

"Let's attack together, take him down!" Fuyao immediately gave the order.

"Yes, miss!"

The eleven corpse-talkers replied in unison.

Yun Qingyan knew that no matter how hard he persisted, he would not be able to change the ending, so he planned to hide in the Hunyuan Pagoda.

But at this moment, tens of blood qi soaring into the sky suddenly appeared hundreds of millions of meters away.

"Your Majesty, Yun Yijie is here to pay my respects!"

"Your Majesty, Erjie Yun is here to meet you!"

"Your Majesty, Yun Sanjie is here to meet you!"

...

"Your Majesty, Yun Jiujie is here to pay my respects!"

"Your Majesty, Xiao Shi is here to pay my respects!"

Ten voices sounded one after another very regularly.

Moreover, the sound came from hundreds of millions of meters away, and every sound was like thunder breaking through the sky.

"kindness?"

Fuyao and the eleven corpse-talkers all looked in the direction of the sound.

"Ten Dao ancestors!"

"It's really looking for death, the little Taoist ancestor dares to come to the Emperor's City to make trouble!"

The eleven corpse-talkers sneered immediately, their eyes full of murderous intent.

However, Fuyao's complexion changed. She has been pretending to be Chi Yao for a long time, and some people have heard about some things in the fairy world.

She has already recognized the owner of those ten voices.

They... are the ten heroes of Yunfu!

At this moment, the ten elites of the Yunfu, hundreds of millions of meters away, joined forces to tear apart the space...

Stepped out directly from the vacuum ten meters away from Yunqingyan.

"Your Majesty, who hurt you so hard?" asked the eldest of the ten masters of the Yunfu. Although the other nine people didn't speak, all of them were full of murderous intent.