Chapter 315: The Ancient Emperor's Soul, the Changming Immortal Dynasty, the Effect of the Divine Stone, and the Perfection of the Heavenly Realm

Controlled by the evil thoughts of the immortal, he slowly stood up from the ground and suddenly murmured:

"die"

The speed of the man carrying the sword was extremely fast, and in an instant, he hit Lu Mingyuan's body.

Immediately afterwards, sharp claws grew from the five fingers and struck at Lu Mingyuan's neck.

"Bang!"

Lu Mingyuan punched almost instantly. A golden dragon elephant flashed away, and he punched the man carrying the sword in the chest, knocking him away.

The man carrying the sword flew back about twenty feet, and then neutralized Lu Mingyuan's palm force. He fell to the ground with a bang, causing spider web-like cracks to appear on the ground.

Lu Mingyuan stood up again from the ruins and flicked the dust off his body.

Suddenly, he felt dizzy, his vision went dark, and a cold force came from his neck, corroding his will.

Just now, the claws of the man carrying the sword scratched across Lu Mingyuan's neck, leaving three shallow blood marks.

The location of the blood stain has turned blue-black, with a faint evil black energy emerging on it. Moreover, the area covered by the evil energy is still increasing, spreading to the face and shoulders.

"What a strong Yin Qi."

Lu Mingyuan was secretly startled, and immediately ran the "Blood Taotie Heaven Meteor Sutra", mobilizing his vitality to circulate in his body for a large period of time.

But it is very stubborn and difficult to refine.

Until the golden dragon energy gathers.

Only then did he finally refine the Yin Qi.

In the neck area, the black energy dissipated, and even the three blood marks were healed.

"It seems that this immortal's evil thoughts are not simple."

Lu Mingyuan's attitude became solemn and serious.

No middle-level fifth-level monk could break through his physical body, and even a thirteenth-level immortal could resist it for several times.

As a result, he was easily corrupted by this extremely evil Yin Qi.

All I can say is that this wisp of immortal evil thoughts is quite strange.

"If we cut his body into pieces, let's see if he can still survive in the sea of ​​consciousness."

Lu Mingyuan muttered something in a low voice, a fierce look flashed in his eyes.

These remnant souls of immortals from the medieval battlefield are quite strange. The man with the sword only absorbed a wisp of the remnant souls, but his power increased greatly. Compared with the top twelve realm monks, he was not weaker by half.

Even if he faces an immortal, he still has the strength to fight.

"howl."

A long roar came from the mouth of the man carrying the sword, and he burst into speed again, turning into a white light and crashing into Lu Mingyuan.

This time, Lu Mingyuan was prepared. He moved his right foot back, took a lunge, held the sword in one hand, and the sword intent surged out, turning into a stream of light and flying forward.

There was a bang.

The monstrous murderous aura carried by the famous sword Yangsu collided with the black yin energy in the chest of the man carrying the sword.

It did not pierce his body, but instead made a sound of metal and stone colliding, like a knife striking an iron mountain.

The two of them flew backwards at the same time, regaining a distance of tens of feet.

On the chest of the man carrying the sword, black lines as fine as ox hair appeared, densely intertwined.

It was them who blocked Yang Su's slashing attack.

Normally, with one strike from Lu Mingyuan, all fifth-grade monks would have to give way.

At this time, Yun Qinghe's mouth came out with a cold voice, saying: "These curse seals are quickly covering the body, and the battle is quick. I will attract his attention."

"Can."

Lu Mingyuan said in a condensed voice.

The man carrying the sword raised both claws at the same time, and behind him, a cyan humanoid phantom appeared. It looked like a man, exuding domineering and sinister power.

Lu Mingyuan continuously injected the vitality in his body into Yang Su, activating all the thousands of spiritual energy inscriptions in the blade, and then emitted a bright thunder.

To deal with this evil creature, you have to use the power of thunder.

Yun Qinghe jumped up and joined the battle, using his body to attract the attention of the man carrying the sword.

Lu Mingyuan, on the other hand, fought with his sword.

The martial arts body and the sword energy were released together, and the sword-backed man who rushed towards him was thrown away. He flew dozens of miles away and hit the wall of the ancient city.

Even if the man carrying the sword had a black curse seal to protect his body, he could not withstand the sword and his entire right arm was chopped off.

Using the magical power of Xiaoyaoyou, Lu Mingyuan reached the top of the city wall and once again activated a thousand sword energies.

"Wow——"

The Yang Su in his hand turned into a light shuttle, flew downwards, and landed in the ruins.

The sword energy was so terrifying, its penetrating power reached an astonishing level, leaving a black hole three feet in diameter on the ground, bottomless.

Directly chopped the body of the man carrying the sword into pulp.

However, there is still breath coming from the ground.

Lu Mingyuan frowned slightly, sensing that this knife failed to kill the evil thoughts of the immortal.

"return."

Lu Mingyuan stretched out his five fingers and pinched into the void.

Yang Su flew out from the bottom of the cave and fell into his hands again.

About twenty meters away from Lu Mingyuan, a black shadow slowly rose.

It was suspended in mid-air, and from inside, a young man's voice came out: "I didn't expect that there would be a peerless genius like you in this era. It's really amazing."

It is obviously a very young voice, but it gives people a vicissitudes of ancient charm, with a feeling of vicissitudes of life.

Then, the face of a young man in his twenties emerged from the shadows.

The man was exceptionally beautiful, and his facial features were more delicate and three-dimensional than that of the woman. He had his arms behind his back and his head raised, giving him a look of disdain for the world.

Very much like an eternal emperor.

He waved his hand, and the bodies of the natives, like zombies, crawled up from the ground, knelt on the ground, and kowtowed to the young man standing in the void.

"How is it possible? Those people in the Middle Ages should have died. Even if they survived in the cave, it is impossible for them to regain consciousness."

Sui Yuqing's cinnabar between his eyebrows wrinkled, and his tone was full of disbelief.

Yun Qinghe's expression was also extremely solemn: "The residual soul that can recall the glory of the past should be the most powerful among the many evil thoughts. He even left his life in the classics. This person has an extraordinary temperament and cannot be an ordinary person. He is very likely to be the emperor of the Middle Ages."

However, after listening to their words, Lu Mingyuan said calmly: "He has been dead for tens of thousands of years. Why are you afraid of him? Just kill him directly."

Yun Qinghe rolled his eyes at him and said: "He is just a wisp of residual soul attached to the true disciple of Wanluo Sword Sect. It can burst out the top power of the twelfth realm cultivators. If it is 10% of the power of the original body, it is probably enough to crush the saints and land immortals. "

The young man had a faint smile on his face: "One hundred thousand years ago, after the battle of ascension to the gods, this emperor died here for the future of the human race. I thought he would be forever annihilated, but I didn't expect that the environment created by these gods would keep his soul alive for ten thousand years."

"One hundred thousand years ago, isn't it."

When Sui Yuqing heard this year and the events described by the man, her pupils shrank slightly, and she quickly thought of someone.

If it was the time when the battle of ascension to the gods ended, it could only be that big man.

"Changming Immortal Dynasty."

"The emperor of the first generation of Tianming Dynasty."

Sui Yuqing said solemnly.

According to legend, the dynasty that established the first unified human Tianming Dynasty and seized the luck from the hands of the gods of the human race has been dead for 100,000 years, but now, it has awakened again.

The Changming Emperor is not in his prime, but a remnant soul, with less than one percent of his strength.

However, he just stood there quietly, which also caused a huge pressure on everyone present.

All the creatures in the ancient city also felt a suffocating force emanating from the body of the man in front of them.

Emperor Changming looked at Lu Mingyuan deeply and said, "You should also be an emperor in the world. Today, I have just revived and I am in a good mood, so I won't bother with you."

"If we meet again, I hope we won't become enemies."

When Lu Mingyuan heard this voice, the black shadow in front of him had gradually faded.

Finally, it disappeared in front of him.

The pressure also slowly dissipated.

Until then, Yun Qinghe's tense body relaxed, and she said in a deep voice: "I suspect that he doesn't really want to let us go, but he just regained consciousness and is not sure to take us down. After all, we have the God Meteorite Blood Stone in our hands, which can restrain the evil thoughts of these immortals."

Lu Mingyuan nodded and agreed deeply.

There is no doubt that the first thing this remnant soul has just revived is to find a suitable body.

The reason why he didn't provoke me was probably because he didn't have much confidence.

After all, none of my group of people are soft persimmons.

Yun Qinghe has the immortal sword to protect him, Sui Yuqing is the peak master of the Tianshi Mansion, and has the old Tianshi's trump card. I am also protected by the dragon energy, which can restrain the evil spirits.

"The power of this magic stone is actually flowing into my body rapidly."

Lu Mingyuan exclaimed lightly, and suddenly found that the huge divine meteorite blood stone in his palm emitted a faint red light, which made his body excited.

The vitality continued to condense, and the meridians were also flowing rapidly.

The cultivation was slowly rising.

Soon he passed the late stage of the Tianren realm.

Entered the perfection of the Tianren realm.