Zhatian: I really have the qualities to be an emperor!

Chapter 124 Beiyuan Wang Family
"You can't kill me, I am..."

The old man was filled with fear and wanted to beg for mercy but it was too late. The aftermath of the attack destroyed his body and soul together.

Since then, another powerful dragon-transforming warrior has fallen.

Yang Zhu's black robe fluttered, his black hair danced, his eyes were like cold lightning, very scary, the aura he exuded naturally could overwhelm the powerful.

"I am the younger brother of the Northern Emperor Wang Teng. If you kill me, my brother will never let you go..."

The two Taoist priests who came to protect him were killed. Wang Chong was completely frightened and retreated while trembling.

He had the means to protect himself and could escape by crossing the void, but at this moment he found that the void seemed to be imprisoned and he could not cross it!

"Wang Teng? If he dares to shout, I will kill him anyway."

Wang Teng might be a little tricky for Ye Fan and be his greatest enemy, but for Yang Zhu, he is nothing at all.

He could ignore ordinary princes, let alone a genius with higher talent?

In terms of physique, talent, background, inheritance, etc., Wang Teng has nothing that can compare with Yang Zhu, and he doesn't even have the qualifications!

"You... you dare not take my brother seriously?"

Wang Chong’s eyes widened. Wang Teng was so powerful, commonly known as the Northern Emperor. For all these years, no one dared to ignore him.

"Who are you? Do you dare to tell me your name?"

"Holy Body Taoist Embryo Yang Zhu."

Yang Zhu's tone was flat, but when the other party heard these words, his face turned pale and his hair stood on end.

The Holy Body and Dao Embryo were extremely famous. He killed Ji Haoyue with four moves, severely injured the Golden Winged Little Peng King with a single move, and even killed the two Holy Sons of the Yin-Yang Sect in a row. He dominated the younger generation of the Eastern Wilderness, and no one dared to be his enemy.

It would be fine if he was strong in itself, but he also had the support of Yao Chi behind him. Even if other forces wanted to eliminate the genius, they would be extremely wary.

The Yin-Yang Sect was the first to step forward, and as a result, the great sect in Zhongzhou that had been passed down for tens of thousands of years was wiped out by the Jidao Emperor's soldiers in one day.

The Peerless God King was recently rescued, and Yang Zhu made an indelible contribution to his resurrection, and is the person he is most grateful to.

During this period of time, the God King has been looking for Yang Zhu's whereabouts. He wants to express his gratitude and meet this famous holy body and Taoist fetus.

Just imagine, who would dare to target Yang Zhu at this time? Not to mention Yao Chi, no one dared to take action against the God King alone.

"I don't even take Wang Teng seriously, let alone you?"

Yang Zhu raised his hand, and Dao patterns emerged. Every movement activated the Dao, containing profound and mysterious meanings, and was unstoppable.

"Don't kill me... The Wang family will definitely thank you then..."

Feeling the breath of fear coming towards him, Wang Chong's heart trembled. The threat of death forced him to use all his life-saving trump cards.

Ancient symbols, broken holy weapons, ancient bronze warships…each one is a rare treasure and worth a fortune.

boom! boom! boom!
But under Yang Zhu's palm filled with the laws of the beginningless, they exploded one after another, turned into powder and washed away, unable to withstand a single blow.

"puff!"

The palm print was unstoppable and the moment it landed, Wang Chong's body was torn into pieces as if it were made of paper. A column of blood shot up into the sky and he was completely destroyed on the spot.

A broken ancient talisman fell and was caught by Yang Zhu, who crushed it after a while.

The night was still silent, with only the faint smell of blood, indicating that everything that had just happened was real.

Yang Zhu's fingers slipped, and a crack in the void suddenly appeared in front of him. He stepped into it and disappeared on the spot.

The city of God has been in turmoil recently.

Since the birth of the God-King, a series of major events have occurred.

The meeting to release people, the God King came forward to resolve the conflicts between the Holy Body and the major forces, the God King used his blood essence to help him break the shackles and break through to the four poles, the Wind Clan wanted to marry Ye Fan, but the Phoenix kept resisting...

But who knew that after the Saint Body breakthrough, one could only live for half a year. After the Wind Clan invested millions of pounds of energy, they had no choice but to cancel the marriage. A few days later, Yang Zhu arrived at the God City.

He concealed his breath, deduced Xiao Hei's location, and then went to a restaurant.

At this time, a grand event was being held here, and Yao Yuekong, the Prince of Daxia, the Holy Maiden of Yao Chi, and the little nun in white were all here.

They all came at Ye Fan's invitation, which was equivalent to a farewell.

Ye Fan's avenue was damaged and he only had half a year to live. During this period of time, Pang Bo, Li Heishui, Hei Huang and others have been trying their best to find a way to treat him and running around.

But the scars left by the Great Dao were difficult to heal, and even the God King could not repair them at all.

Peng Bo went to the demon tribe to ask for the demon heart, but returned empty-handed.

Li Heishui and others went to look for the thirteen bandits, but it was useless.

The big black dog wanted to look for Yang Zhu, but he didn't know where Yang Zhu was in seclusion.

They tried their best to help Ye Fan, but their abilities were limited and they could only sigh helplessly, feeling very unwilling.

The Holy Body has made some progress in breaking through the four extremes. No one dares to kill him at will anymore, and people are more respectful of him.

The power of the Holy Body cannot be insulted. Even though he has not much life left, no one dares to underestimate him. Even enemies who had grudges against each other in the past have put aside their prejudices and gathered here.

"Brother Ye, I toast you a glass!"

The Prince of Daxia has always revered the Holy Body, and at this moment he raised his glass and drank it all.

"it is good!"

At this time, Ye Fan's blood and energy were vigorous, but after careful consideration, he felt that he was on the verge of collapse.

"Is there really no way to cure the injury?"

Ji family's Little Moon's eyes were dim as she stood beside Ye Fan, losing her usual playful look.

After these words were spoken, everyone understood each other tacitly. No one said anything, but they just sighed helplessly. Is this really the end of an era of holy body?

"It's not that there is no way. As long as we find Yang Zhu, maybe we can..."

The big black dog was also very depressed. He had been trying to find it these days, but the Eastern Wilderness was so vast that it was like looking for a needle in a haystack.

"I think he can do it. When I first met him, he almost beat me to death..."

Pang Bo recalled that when they were on ice and snow, Yang Zhu beat him half to death with a few moves, and then took away the Demon Emperor's Nine Slashes and the Demon Emperor Sutra. He still remembers it vividly.

"Alas... It's a pity that Yang Zhu has disappeared for more than half a year." Li Heishui sighed and drank a glass of wine by himself.

The Saint Lady of Yao Chi had not spoken a word, but just listened quietly. Suddenly, the Enlightenment Tea Tree Heart on her waist vibrated slightly.

She was stunned for a moment, then her beautiful eyes lit up and she stood up in an instant.

"Holy Maiden of Yao Chi, what's wrong with you?" Little Moon from the Ji family was puzzled.

While everyone was puzzled, the Saint Maiden of Yao Chi kept looking in one direction, her veil fluttering and a faint smile emerging on her face, making her, who was already flawless, even more beautiful and charming.

"he came."

She spoke softly, her tone gentle.

Under the puzzled gazes of the crowd, a transcendent figure walked over from a distance.

He was dressed in a fluttering black robe, with an aloof and ancient temperament, like a figure from the mythological age, possessing unparalleled divine power.

Dao patterns appeared all over his body, and the Dao was in harmony with him. He was shrouded in auspiciousness, and he looked like a god, sacred and peaceful, and invaluable.

　This time I raised my hand to suppress it. I wonder if this is better than the previous one.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)