Chapter 1325

Three days passed quietly.

In the past three days, ye Chen has never left Zizhu peak. He closed his eyes for three days and realized the way of chaos.

In the morning, the warm sunshine poured on the earth, which made the fairyland more peaceful.

Looking from afar, there are figures flying out of the nine thousand peaks of Daluo Jianzong. Some disciples and elders are all wearing brand-new Taoist robes. The number of them is hundreds of thousands.

In the center of Dalao Jianzong, there is an open land surrounded by three mountains, with a radius of 200000 Zhang. It is the place where the Dalao Jianzong has granted Zen. All the deities are granted the throne here.

Today is an important day. It's the day of choosing the son of God.

At the moment, the land of Zen has been a sea of people, and there are also people in all directions.

"Who do you think is capable of making all men the son of God?" Before all the people arrived, the voices of discussion have been one after another. Groups of disciples gathered together, and the conversation was very lively.

"That must be the Ziyang elder martial brother of tianjianfeng." Someone pondered, "last time, he only lost one move of Da Luo Shenzi. No one can match his domineering blood."

"It's hard to say. Zili, the elder martial brother of dijianfeng, is not a vegetarian. His accomplishments have been rapid in recent years. The master has not found many miraculous drugs yet, and his combat power has already changed."

"I think it's Zitian, the swordsman."

"It's not Ziyang, it's Zili, or Zitian. Anyway, it's just three of them! Other people are the foil, just like our shrimps, it's also cannon fodder. "

"See, Li Kang from zizhufeng is here." While chatting happily, I don't know who said it, which attracted too many people's eyes. At the entrance, the immortal Zizhu has brought the disciples of Zizhu peak. It can be said that it is mighty, and ye Chen is in the crowd.

"I'm surprised that one heaven can sweep three imperial realms with one hand. He's open and hang up!"

"Strength must be hidden." Someone touched his chin and said, "look at its breath, it's not the heaven realm. Martial uncle Zizhu should have smashed a lot of pills in the past three days to help him break through to the imperial realm."

In the discussion, ye Chen, Nie Feng and Ling Xuan have sat down one after another, ignoring the eyes of the four sides.

As for his cultivation, he has changed from imitating the heaven realm to imitating the emperor's realm. Otherwise, if he won the position of God son only by the cultivation of heaven realm, people would be surprised and would inevitably be taken back to study.

"There are so many talented people in Dalao sword school!" After sweeping around, ye Chen can't help but sigh. There are no less than a thousand special blood vessels, and their breath is not weak. They are all highly gifted.

"Younger martial brother ye, there are only Ziyang of tianjianfeng, Zili of dijianfeng and Zitian of renjianfeng." Nie Feng said, "all three of them are domineering blood. When they competed for Shenzi last time, their fighting power was almost the same as that of Da Luo Shenzi, especially Ziyang of tianjianfeng, which was equal to that of Da Luo Shenzi, and only lost one move."

"I know all that." Ye Chen smiles.

"I forgot that." Nie Feng coughed and forgot that ye Chen had searched Li Kang's memory.

"Here comes the purple sky." Ling Xuan whispered softly as they spoke.

"Xuanmiezhen body." Ye Chen raised his head slightly and looked at the Xutian side. A figure had been drawn from the sky. He had purple hair, full of breath and shining light. There were many mysterious visions around him. His cultivation was the peak of the imperial realm, and he was only one step away from becoming a saint.

"Here comes purple glass." Nie Feng gave a faint sound.

"The real body of Diyan." Ye Chen raised his eyes and looked in the distance, and saw the purple glass stepping on the sky. The momentum was not weak at all. The whole body was burning with flames, and the Qi and blood was even more majestic.

Under Ye Chen's gaze, purple sky and purple glass fall down one after another. The seats are opposite to each other from north to south, far away. They still look at each other, and the color of provocation twinkles in their eyes.

"Elder martial brother Ziyang is here." When they looked at each other, they didn't know who was calling.

This time, purple sky and purple glass frown, have looked at one side, eyes still have a thick fear of color.

"Nine Yin Jue Mai." Ye Chen smiles again, looking at Ziyang from the sky with great interest.

Compared with purple sky and purple glass, the Ziyang flavor is stronger and stronger. The whole body is full of fairy light, and the visions of the whole body are interwoven with mysterious pictures from time to time.

Under the attention of all the people, the purple sun fell down and gave a playful glance at the purple sky and purple glass on both sides. The corners of his mouth were slightly cocked up and filled with a playful smile. You are far from me.

Three people arrived one after another, making the atmosphere of the scene instantly hot cage.

In particular, many women, are a face of narcissism.

After the three, many disciples came from Yutian. Their accomplishments are not weak, and their blood is also special. However, compared with Ziyang, they are not a bit worse.

After all the disciples arrived, the next one was the heavyweight. The holy master of the Dalao sword sect and many elders also came.

Ye Chen glanced at it, and his heart couldn't help but smack his tongue. There were 18 saints in Dalao Jianzong, and there were no less than 200 quasi saints in the whole hall. It was shocking to see such a line-up.However, ye Chen did not see the holy king of the great sword sect. Most people of that level would not come.

"Silence." The lively place of Fengchan became quiet for a solemn voice.

An elder in white has stepped on the cloud platform with a solemn look. He is a saint and friar. Ye Chen has not seen him in the holy land. Most of them are saints who have just come out of seclusion.

"If you don't say much, open the way." The white sage gave a faint voice, which made too many people sit upright.

With the fall of the sage in white, the place of Zen was humming and turbulent, and then layers of ladder appeared. One layer led to the empty sky. There were nine hundred and ninety-nine layers. Each layer depicts the ancient array pattern, which is the ultimate strength, and one layer is even more.

"The chosen disciples will go to heaven." The white sage's words are ethereal and dignified.

"Gone." There are disciples from all directions.

"I haven't been to heaven yet." Many of the disciples can't wait to pass, and they look strange.

"Just try your best." Many peak masters also told their disciples that they had nothing to do with fighting for the son of God. The real competition was Ziyang, Zili and Zitian. As for the rest of the disciples, at best, they were just a foil. They were happy.

"I can't do more than I can." Ziyang, Zitian and Zili also got up and took a contemptuous glance at those students who were competing with each other, and the corners of their mouths were filled with disgusting playful smiles.

"You two are not going?" On the seat, ye Chen gets up, but does not see Nie Feng and Ling Xuan get up.

"Just watch." Nie Feng and Ling Xuan smile one after another.

"No problem."

"Kang'er, don't let your teacher down." Before leaving, Zizhu real man did not forget to stroke his beard.

"Well, you see." Ye Chen sipped his hair smartly, but he didn't know whether the old man named Zizhu could cover his hair later, because his disciples would fly into the sky.

"Is that Li Kang?" Ye Chen came down and attracted the attention of the Lord of the sword sect.

"He is the disciple who swept the three imperial realms with one hand." A sage on his side said.

"I never thought there was such a talented disciple in Zizhu peak. Zizhu is deep enough!"

"No matter how talented you are, it's just a foil." A sage's words did not cover up, but the public did not refute, because no matter how strong they are, they can not be stronger than Ziyang.

When several people talk about it, many disciples have been scrambling to step on the path of heaven.

"It's not difficult." Many disciples were surprised. The first ten floors were very relaxed and there was no pressure.

However, before walking dozens of layers, some disciples' steps became heavy, and their faces were flushed with pressure. What's more, they were pressed to half kneel there. Only then did they understand the terror of the heavenly road. Only then did they understand the terror of the heavenly way, let alone 999.

"I can't hold on." Some disciples have crushed the jade and left Tianlu.

Once someone left, it formed a chain reaction, and a large number of disciples went down to heaven, so that the dark shadows on the previous heaven road suddenly became much more empty,.

However, there are also a few disciples who don't believe in evil, but they still insist.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

In the discussion, the three figures can be said to keep pace with each other, with heavy steps. The ladder is pounding, without any pressure. They go straight up to the top step by step, needless to say, they are Ziyang.

"So strong." The disciples sitting on the ladder were shocked to see their backs.

"No pressure at all."

"So, after all, we are just a foil." Someone shook his head in secret.

"Beyond our means." Listening to the sound of shock and feeling the awe of the eyes all the way, Ziyang three people have a smile of abuse. During this period, the three of them have not forgotten to look at each other. Their eyes are full of provocation. The real competition has not yet begun, and the victory or defeat is unknown.

"You think, who will get to the point first?" Looking at the path of heaven, the Lord of darao sword sect gave a leisurely voice.

"I like Ziyang."

"I prefer purple glass."

"Purple sky strength is not weak." Many sages stroked their beards one after another. "The position of the son of God must be created among the three of him. However, no matter who it is, he can't compare with the son of God."

When it comes to Daluo Shenzi, whether it's the master of Daluo Jianzong, the sage or the quasi Saint elder, his face is cold. If he tries his best to cultivate him, he will die.

Damn it!

As they talked, a cry of surprise came from below.

Hearing the speech, the people gathered their thoughts and looked at the heavenly way one after another, and their eyes narrowed slightly.

I don't blame them for being so, and I don't blame the people on the scene for screaming. It's mainly because someone on the road of heaven walked too fast or trotted up all the way, as if ignoring the suppression of heaven.

That person, needless to say, is Ye Chen.

Ye Chen was the last one to go up the ladder. He shook his head all the way and left behind a group of disciples. He walked to the 500 floors without stopping or gasping.