In the world of cultivating immortals, people can have a 50/50 relationship with anyone

"I thought Yan Siman was so strong, but in the end, he didn't even take a move from the Demon Emperor Fushen."

"and many more……"

"Yan Siman can't handle the move of the Fushen Demon Emperor, but the Qing Emperor can force the Fushen Demon Emperor to use three thousand demons and Buddhas, that is to say..."

"That's right, if Emperor Qing really makes a move, I'm afraid that Yan Siman won't be able to take the move of Emperor Qing!"

At this moment, countless monks looked at Li Zhoujun in awe.

If the Floating Ginseng Devil Emperor knows the scene in the Diyun Battlefield at this moment.

I don't know how to feel.

He did it by himself, but in the end, he was forced to pretend to be completely pretended by Qingdi. This is really Wuyu opening the door for Wuyu's mother, and Wuyu has reached home.

However, when Li Zhoujun faced the awe-inspiring eyes of these monks, his expression was extremely indifferent.

It seems that it is really just like what these monks guessed.

If he really took action seriously, it would be as if Yan Siman couldn't even catch one of his own moves.

In fact, Li Zhoujun's heart is still a little ashamed at the moment.

But the atmosphere is here, so I still have to keep pretending, otherwise it would be so embarrassing?

"Continue shopping?" Li Zhoujun looked at Yan Xuanqing and asked.

After all, his own cultivation base has only broken through to the first rank of Immortal Venerable. Li Zhoujun still wants to continue to look for opportunities from the Diyun Battlefield to see if it is possible to reach a higher level.

"All according to Mr. Li." Yan Xuanqing said with a smile in Li Zhoujun's eyes.

Seeing this, countless female monks can be said to be envious and jealous.

This woman was able to speak so close to Emperor Qing!

"Emperor Qing, I will take my leave first." At this moment, Yan Xungui saw that he had nothing to do here, so he said goodbye to Li Zhoujun.

As for Yan Siman's demise, Yan Xungui still felt a pity in his heart.

After all, if Yan Siman is loyal to the Yan clan, then the strength of the Yan clan will naturally rise to a higher level. After all, the immortal emperor of the ninth rank and second realm is not a Chinese cabbage.

Many top forces in the fairy world, such as Yue Qingdai, the lord of Dao Tianxian Palace, and Qu Ruxia, the lord of Misty Holy Land, are also ninth-rank and second-level fairy emperors.

In fact, from the perspective of strictly obeying the rules, he can also understand Yan Siman's mood. After all, the child will still have a husband, but if the family rules are not strictly enforced, more and more people will break the rules.

"If there is a chance in the future, I will definitely visit." Li Zhoujun nodded.

"Okay, the old man is waiting for the Qing Emperor to visit." Yan Xungui laughed, and silently praised the junior named Yan Zunli in his heart.

After the words fell, Yan Xungui left.

Afterwards, Li Zhoujun also took Yan Xuanqing, left this place, and continued to walk deeper into the Diyun battlefield.

After all, the place where the Immortal Emperor Baojian fell can only be regarded as the center of the God's Fall battlefield.

Seeing that the Qing Emperor had left, all the monks stopped staying here immediately, and they were all busy with what they should be busy with.

However, entering the Ancient Emperor's Battlefield and being able to watch the Qing Emperor and other powerhouses attack from a close distance, as long as they can walk out of the Emperor's Fallen Battlefield alive, then they will definitely boast.

After all, it is not always possible to meet such a match between the ninth-rank and three-realm immortal emperors.

Just as Li Zhoujun and Yan Xuanqing continued to walk deep into the Diyun battlefield.

In the center of the Emperor's Fallen Battlefield, under the darkness, there stood a dilapidated palace.

Outside the palace, there is a group of monks wearing silver armor, standing with extraordinary martial arts.

The leader was a handsome young man also wearing silver armor.

However, the young man's armor is much more gorgeous than other monks.

And this young man is none other than the son of Haotian Immortal Court, Zhang Wenyao.

"My son, did you say that the group of people in Tianxian Palace can really get the approval of the ninth-rank and second-rank emperor artifact from the town's border palace?" A tall and tall immortal monk in armor asked Zhang Wenyao .

"The sons and daughters of Daotian Palace are still of a certain standard." Zhang Wenyao said with a slight smile.

Like him, the saint son and saint daughter of Daotian Immortal Palace are all existences who became immortals at the age of one hundred.

If the prediction is good now, no matter what, it should be similar to what I am now, with a cultivation level of the Ninth Grade Immortal Emperor Realm.

Thinking about it, Zhang Wenyao glanced behind him, and said in a concentrated voice: "The fight between Emperor Qing and the emperors from all walks of life has stopped, I am afraid that more people will come here later, but this palace restricts the talents of monks under the emperor. Enter.

If the immortal emperor forcefully enters, the palace will self-destruct. Presumably there should be no immortal emperor coming, then you will let your two ninth-rank immortal masters guarding the periphery of this palace continue to drive away people who come and go.

If these people don't listen to the advice and directly kill Wushe, if you encounter an opponent, let your two subordinates ask for help from Immortal Emperor Shooting Sun who was secretly sent by your father. "

Immortal Emperor Shooting Sun is Haotian Immortal Courtyard, one of the five great immortal emperors under the seat of Immortal Emperor Haotian, and has the cultivation base of a seventh-rank immortal emperor.

"It's the emperor's son, but there is one thing to say, the Qing emperor is really powerful, he actually repelled the great elder of the ancient real sword clan with a single blow, let alone a cold snort, and even cracked the severe force that was cast by the ninth-rank and three-realm immortal emperor." The strongest supernatural power of the family." The monk Gao Daxian respected Zhang Wenyao's order first, and then said with emotion on his face.

This tall monk Xianzun monk is a ninth-rank Xianzun and Zhang Wenyao's protector, named General Zhang Leishen.

He is in charge of the thunder that governs the world under the Haotian Immortal Court. Whenever it rains, he will send a clone to arrive in that world, cast magical powers and spells to rain down thunder.

While General Zhang Leishen was speaking, he had already transmitted the order to the two rank-[-] Immortal Venerable subordinates who were guarding the periphery of the Zhenbian Palace.

Having said that, even though they are both ninth-rank immortals, the reason why the ninth-rank immortals guarding the outskirts of the Zhenbian Palace are only the subordinates of Thunder God General is actually very simple.

That is, the two of them teamed up, and neither of them is an opponent to hold Thunder God General.

At this moment, Zhang Wenyao glanced at General Thunder God and said with a smile: "Indeed, Emperor Qing's strength is beyond the reach of even my father. Perhaps only the ancestors of my Zhang family who have been in seclusion since the last era can compete with me." One battle."

Just when Zhang Wenyao was talking with General Thunder God.

A Daotian elder of the ninth rank Immortal Venerable Realm of Daotianxian Palace, accompanied by a pair of young men and women with extraordinary looks, and a group of true disciples of Daotianxian Palace, walked out of the Zhenbian Palace come out.

"Zhang Wenyao!" In the Daotian Immortal Palace, behind the elder of the Great Sun, the young man with an extraordinary appearance showed a dignified look on his face when he saw Zhang Wenyao who was guarding the gate of the Zhenbian Palace.

He is the holy son of Daotian Immortal Palace, Han Tiansong, the cultivation base of the Ninth Grade Immortal Emperor Realm.

Beside him, the woman with picturesque features is the saintess of Daotianxian Palace and Han Tiansong's sister, Han Qingge.

"Why, Dashengzi Han, you Dao Tianxian Palace took advantage of many strong men, watching the Qing Emperor fight with many immortal emperors, and quietly touched this palace, so you are not allowed to wait for the rabbit with one hand, once and for all?" Zhang Wenyao laughed. laugh:

"Don't even think about it, the seventh-rank immortal emperor in the dark of your Dao Tianxian Palace can help you. My Sun-shooting Immortal Emperor of Haotian Immortal Court also followed this time. If you win, you will naturally take the imperial weapon and leave, and if you lose, you will obediently give it to the town's border palace, the ninth-grade second-level imperial weapon, Zhentiangu."

When everyone in Daotianxian Palace heard this, their complexions instantly turned ugly.