Chapter 724: Emperor's Appearance

Guns come and swords come and go, fire starts and thunder extinguishes.

The battle between Fang Yuan and the prince of Jiuchongtian, Li Taiyi, was tumultuous and lasted for more than half an hour.

The momentum is magnificent, like a catastrophe, there has been no winner or loser, but the beauty of this battle makes all the people watching the battle mesmerized, forgetting to worry, just comprehending the beauty of it, while praising other people's Taoism!

"The two have fought from immortal power to martial arts, and from martial arts to supernatural powers. Not to mention the fire and thunder power they have mastered, they are only talking about supernatural powers and moves. They are really beyond our reach..."

"Sigh, it's no wonder that Daozi of the Holy Land wanted to take away the position of a divine general as soon as he came to the devil's side. In the past, I only thought that it was because of the profound foundation of the Holy Land, and let them be the masters of the divine gate, so that they would be willing to take out their own heritage and strengthen the divine gate. Only now do I know that their abilities are also real..."

Up and down the Chengguan, I don't know how many people are talking about it.

Some people sighed, while others said: "You are really a vegetarian in the Holy Land, but they are all drawn out of the top people, just like Jiuchongtian, that Immortal Emperor is a well-known celebrity, and now he has hundreds of princes and princesses on his face, not counting those who hide in the palace without getting a name, and those who live in the mortal world and can't see the light at all. How much does that add up to?"

"His Royal Highness, the crown prince, stood out 1,500 years ago and was named the crown prince. In the past 1,500 years, I don't know how many brothers and sisters wanted to take his seat, but he suppressed them all. He has been the crown prince for 1,500 years. Do you really think that he is a vegetarian? If he doesn't have some skills, how can he sit firmly as the crown prince for 1,500 years?"

"Then who do you think will win this battle?"

This question made all the cultivators upset. At this moment, both Fang Yuan and Prince Jiuchongtian were aggressive, and the two sides were head-to-head, and neither of them showed signs of weakness. In addition, their cultivation bases were not as good as these two, so who can say which one is stronger?

Someone heard this and sneered, "Prince Jiuchongtian has already lost!"

The people around immediately thought that he had a unique vision, respected him, and hurriedly asked him for advice.

But this person laughed and said: "How many years has the prince of Jiuchongtian practiced, and how many years has the Taoist of Wangqing Island practiced, and now the two of them have fought to a tie no matter in terms of martial arts or supernatural powers, isn't it obvious that the outcome is obvious?"

The people around immediately didn't want to talk to him, but after thinking about it carefully, it made sense.

Apart from these people who mainly watched the excitement, there were those poor monks in Bahuang City who came to support Fang Yuan. At this time, seeing that Fang Yuan was not defeated by the Prince of the Nine Heavens, but he couldn’t attack him for a long time, he suddenly became a little anxious.

"Wangqingdao Daozi was assassinated. This is a major event. Of course we need to find out. But the truth is this. In the cultivation world, whoever has the biggest fist has the final say. If Fang Yuan Daozi can defeat the Jiuzhongtian Prince in front of others, the evil one will kill him. The rest of the little ghosts and monsters will be powerless to escape. There must be a big turmoil around the devil. Check it back and forth, maybe you will end up with nothing..."

Dirty things in the world, no matter when and where, someone will exist.

And these high-ranking people are the best at compromising, and a single word can solve everything.

Thinking about how serious the disaster in the snowy field was, didn't it just go away in the end?

Now this matter may not end like Xue Yuan...

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"Thank goodness, the prince of Jiuchongtian took the responsibility for this matter, otherwise a catastrophe would be imminent..."

Outside the city of Bahuang, more and more people gathered. I don't know how many people from aristocratic families, after learning about the current situation, they were sweating coldly and rejoicing at the same time. Naturally, the cold sweat was because Fang Yuan survived the mortal situation, so he probably wouldn't let it go. After investigation, even if there was nothing wrong with the family, people like himself would definitely come out as scapegoats.

Fortunately, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince of Jiuchongtian actually has the courage to directly accept this matter. With a big man like him standing in front of him, people like himself can feel more at ease. Maybe such a catastrophe can really be passed through...

...The last incident in the snow field was to send them to the side of the devil.

... This time we were already on the side of the devil, can you still send us back?

"Hehe, he has only been here for a long time, and I haven't met him yet. I didn't expect such a big incident to happen again..."

And in the surrounding void, many acquaintances of Fang Yuan also came, among them was a man with a sword in his arms, hiding by the side to watch the battle with a smile, but seeing Fang Yuan's cultivation of swordsmanship, he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed, and sighed...

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"Why do you have to force me?"

As for Prince Jiuchongtian, who fought fiercely in Bahuang City, his initial anger gradually vented in this battle, and his anger subsided a lot, but Fang Yuan couldn't let go after a long battle, and he was extremely anxious, especially when he saw more and more people gathered around Bahuang City, he felt even more uncomfortable.

"As I said, this matter has to start with you..."

But Fang Principle was as calm as ever, while Prince Jiuchongtian was slightly slack, but he pressed on tightly.

"You poor family, you really deceive me like this..."

I don't know how many people below are deeply moved by the fact that Prince Jiuchongtian took the responsibility for the assassination, but Prince Jiuchongtian doesn't want to take on this matter at all, especially when he thinks of the consequences of this incident, his heart trembles...

Perhaps, as long as he bites him to death, with the reputation of Jiuchongtian, he can also suppress this matter.

Perhaps, as long as he returned directly to Huangzhou, Wangqing Island would have nothing to do with him.

But the point is, if I really do this, what will be the consequences?

As soon as this incident happened, Jiu Chongtian lost all face. When he returned to Huangzhou, how should he face that terrifying man?

How should I deal with those attacks and words from the court?

Is this thing that has terrified me for 1,500 years finally about to happen?

... His incomparable fear, incomparable hatred!

Hate that man, since he established himself as the crown prince 1,500 years ago, why didn't he give himself the source of immortality early on, otherwise, he would have already achieved the body of transforming gods, how could he be forced to such a level by this person now?

Jiuchongtian, there is still a fairy source, this is something I can be sure of.

But that man just refused to give it to himself, what did he mean, and who did he want to leave it to?

If it wasn't that he couldn't get the source of immortality, how could he come to snatch the dragon soul?

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"If you let me die, then I will let you die first!"

The endless fear in his heart made Li Taiyi, Prince of Jiuchongtian, seem to be a different person. His voice was cold and gloomy, and he suddenly looked towards Fang Yuan Youyou, and when the voice sounded, he suddenly let out a roar, and the divine thunder condensed around him.

As the golden meaning rose, there seemed to be a blur of figures above his head. Some of those figures were holding swords, some were holding guns, wearing ancient robes and crowns.

"The appearance of an emperor..."

In Bahuang City, several old monsters were shocked when they saw this scene, and shouted: "He has not become an immortal emperor yet, yet he can faintly call out the appearance of an emperor. It can be seen... It can be seen how far he has comprehended the Nine Heavenly Skills..."

"I didn't expect him to keep such a trick, no wonder he didn't dare to reveal his cultivation..."

"No, I have to take action, don't let him hurt Daozi Wangqingdao..."

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Amidst all the old monsters shouting in shock, one person suddenly said: "Wait, wait and see..."

All the old monsters looked up, and saw the prince of the Nine Heavens, with the appearance of an emperor above his head, and the purple thunder floating around him, the power of the gods soared in an instant, as if turning into a real source of immortality, with the power of transforming gods.

But the most important thing is that Fang Yuan didn't seem too nervous at this moment, facing this piece of purple thunder.

He looked at Zi Lei coldly, his body flickered, and he backed away slightly. At the same time, he opened his left palm, and immediately, one hundred and eight green bamboo sticks flew in the air, drawing traces, and flew straight to the bottom of Bahuang City, but disappeared in a blink of an eye.

And in his right palm, a thin branch appeared, entangled with lightning, very strange.

"You violated my imperial prestige and underestimated me, so you can pay the price..."

The prince of Jiuchongtian used all his strength, and his anger was extremely tyrannical, he held the divine thunder and slashed at Fang Yuan.

A thundercloud formed directly above the Bahuang City, crushing it inch by inch. Its majesty was so strong that the large bursts of light in the city below were dangling like water ripples, and they looked like sparkling light.

"My strength is indeed worse than his..."

Facing his invincible momentum, Fang Yuan made a judgment in his heart.

At the same time, he held the branch tightly with his right hand, standing in the void, and the winds rushed in from all directions, making his robe fluttering and fluttering. His face was a little dignified, and he was also a little grateful: "Fortunately, I still have a hand..."