The two young emperors faced each other, and their auras shot straight into the sky, overwhelming everything, as if the world was being destroyed, making the mortals at the scene tremble with fear, and even their thoughts were frozen.

"Disaster for mortals and destruction of ancient stars."

"Are these two fellow Taoists planning to...violate the laws of heaven under the eyes of the Ancient Star Emperor Sect?"

Suddenly a voice sounded, making people feel like a spring breeze, as if a ray of sunshine shone into the winter and melted the frozen snow.

Saved all the mortals and allowed Ye Fan to break free from the suffocating environment.

However, when it fell into the ears of Wang Bo and Taichu, it was just like the snow falling in June, and the eternal injustice had frozen their hearts.

Violating the laws of heaven on the ancient planet is no longer a matter of seeking death.

Not to mention the Chaos Emperor, even a Chaos Immortal King will die. The Minghuang Cult will use the Immortal King's blood to defend the sanctity and majesty of Tianzhu at all costs.

"Fellow Taoist, you are joking."

Wang Bo whispered a word, and the murderous aura that was about to wipe out the universe was instantly restrained and turned into peace, simple and quiet like an old monk.

"What do you call this fellow Taoist?"

Taichu looked not far away, and said hello to the graceful goddess, who looked like a fairy from the ashes, and was exquisitely carved.

"exquisite."

The goddess said calmly, glanced at Ye Fan, and finally walked away, as if everything in the world had nothing to do with her.

"The Nine Emperors of Heaven, Linglong Supreme!"

Taichu looked solemnly and said: "Even she was born, this life will be in chaos."

Wang Bo also looked gloomy and remained silent.

People like them are born supreme, destined to be emperors, and invincible in the realm of humanity.

Even if true immortals come down to earth and immortal kings are reincarnated, they can surpass them in the realm of immortality, but at most they will be equal to them in the realm of humanity, because the upper limit is there.

Unless you are cheating like Emperor Amitabha or Emperor Wushi, there must be an upper limit for your practice.

This is where Taichu and Wang Bo’s confidence lies.

The competition for the position of emperor and immortal is in the realm of humanity, not the realm of immortality.

However, Linglong Supreme represents another type of person, the Guanxi household.

That's right, they are related households, they are both the Nine Emperors of Heaven, and they have a close relationship with the Emperor of Heaven. This is the most critical point.

You are not sure about Linglong Supreme's connections and friendships, the extent of her relationship with the Emperor of Heaven, and her relationship with the other Nine Emperors of Heaven.

After all, the Nine Emperors become immortals and become kings. As long as they lend a little helping hand, they can break the balance in the realm of humanity.

"You always have to walk your own road."

Wang Bo whispered softly and left with the Emperor's burial objects, leaving behind a quasi-emperor weapon for the stall owner.

Taichu also shook his head and drifted away, leaving only one sentence: "Holy Body, see you at Mount Tai."

"Tarzan!"

"It's Tarzan again!"

Ye Fan's mind was shaken and he stood there for a long time unable to regain his senses. The stalls beside him were being robbed like crazy. After all, this was a stall that sold magical items. What if there were still more?

After regaining consciousness, Ye Fan did not join in the snatching of the rough stones, but left the venue in his big Ben with a solemn mood.

He didn't notice that behind the car, there were two pairs of dirty, green eyes staring at him.

"is it him?"

"That's right!"

"Hiss...this face is a bit weird."

"That's right, it's weird. The Holy Body lineage has always been so weird."

…

After walking and walking, Ye Fan came to an antique street inexplicably, ready to buy something to relieve his mood.

Ninety-nine percent of the things in the antique street are fake.

Ye Fan played with the mentality of buying imitations. Once the price exceeded 100 yuan, he decisively gave up. Along the way, he collected many ancient books and some pen and paper stationery.

Suddenly, he took a surprised look and found an ancient sword placed on a stall. The sun, moon and stars were engraved on one side of the sword, and mountains, rivers, and vegetation were engraved on the other side. On the hilt, there were inscriptions on the art of farming and animal husbandry, and on the other side, the strategy of unifying the four seas.

"Xuanyuan Sword?"

Ye Fan's mouth twitched, but his heart moved inexplicably. He stepped forward and asked the price: "Boss, how much does this Xuanyuan Sword cost?"

The stall owner, the old god, said: "This is a good imitation, one of the top ten famous swords in ancient times, a legendary magic weapon...at least five hundred yuan!"

"One hundred yuan." Ye Fan asked tentatively.

"Deal!" The stall owner was extremely decisive and showed a bright smile.

Ye Fan's face darkened, and he was sure that this was not handmade, but probably a Xuanyuan Sword mass-produced by a factory.

Paying the money with one hand and delivering the goods with the other, the stall owner was afraid that Ye Fan would regret it.

Holding the hilt of the sword, there was a warm feeling like jade. Ye Fan's heart trembled, and he quickly left with the sword in his arms.

Suddenly a voice sounded.

"Little brother."

"Can you show me your sword?"
Chapter completed!