Eternal Mad Emperor

Chapter 103 Fang Changkong

"Death!" As soon as the death word came out, the monstrous fist of the [-]-foot-tall giant rushed out even faster, causing a rumble in the void, as if the void could not bear its astonishing force and was about to collapse.

However, at this moment, Wentian's eyes flashed, with a touch of madness and persistence, and he opened his mouth to roar.

"Roar……"

"Roar……"

As soon as he roared out, the phantom of the giant dragon hovering in the void suddenly opened its huge mouth that seemed to swallow the sky and the earth, and roared out a sky-shattering roar.

A roar could make the sun and the moon pale, the stars crashed, and a violent storm rose in the sky, sweeping away in all directions.

At the same time, there was also a miserable cry from the golden dragon statue in the Golden Dragon Hall and the golden light group in the sky above the palace, full of sadness and strong fear at the same time.

"Not good!" Ji Zhuoyang's expression changed instantly.

"Puff!" In an instant, he spurted blood wildly, his face was as pale as paper, and his eyes were horrified.

The Luck Golden Dragon was hit hard again, which immediately caused the blood in his body to churn, his heart was shocked, and there were bursts of heart-wrenching pain.

After all, he is the emperor of Chiyue, and he can be said to be connected by blood with the Luck Golden Dragon.

There was a "buzz", followed by a loud "bang", and as he was wounded, the hundred-foot-big giant suddenly shook, exploded on its own, and dissipated into the air, causing strong storms one after another.

"Wow! Your Majesty has lost, and he was defeated by a man of the Spirit Transformation Realm!" Immediately, everyone in the palace looked shocked, and there was an uproar.

However, some monks with extraordinary strength looked full of fear and murmured: "No! In terms of real strength, the hundred Lin Wentians are not opponents of the Holy One. The reason why the Holy One lost is because that kid seems to have some Something that restrains the power of the Holy One.

"What? How is this possible?" Suddenly, someone exclaimed, with disbelief in his words, because in the palace, the power of the Holy One is invincible, at least it has always been like this.

"Could it be that he is really the son of the dragon?" Someone had this thought in his mind.

But no matter how you say it, Lin Wentian's miraculous performance today is astonishing as the past and the present. There is no one in the past, and there will be no one in the future. I am afraid that it will become a good story. Of course, this is a later story.

Ji Zhuoyang was injured again, his breath shrank instantly, his face was as pale as paper, and there was still a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth. When he looked at Wentian's gaze, he felt both angry and frightened.

However, Wentian didn't intend to stop in the slightest, he burst out with all his strength, and rushed out of the palace at the fastest speed, and soon came to the palace wall, and then his eyes showed ecstasy.

"It's finally here!" There was a touch of excitement on his face.

"Hey! I never thought that there would be such an outstanding grandson like you under Lin Zhentian's knees. If you hadn't committed a heinous crime, this old man really couldn't bear to do it. It's a pity...!" Suddenly, there was a sigh, suddenly from the question sounded next to the sky.

In an instant, Wentian's heart was beating wildly, and a strong sense of crisis quickly attacked his heart.

Strong!
To be so close to him without letting him notice, this is definitely a strong man among the strong!He made a judgment in his mind instantly.

Sure enough, at this very breath, the void first rippled, then twisted for a while, and an old man with a sigh on his face stepped slowly from the void.

And at the moment Wentian saw this person's appearance, his heart couldn't help jumping suddenly, his soul trembled, and he murmured in a cold voice: "The dean of the Holy Spirit Academy, Fang Changkong!"

When he said this, his face was full of solemnity, and his mind tensed instantly, as if he was afraid that the other party would suddenly launch a surprise attack.

Fang Changkong is none other than Chi Yueming, who is second only to Old Master Lin.

Over the past decades, he has challenged Mr. Lin several times, wanting to win the title of Chiyue's number one expert, but every time, he failed disastrously.

When Ji Zhuoyang was young, he was still the master of Wu Qi, and now he is Shangguan Chong's master. It can be said that Shangguan Chong can also be regarded as Ji Zhuoyang's junior.

Half a year ago, Shangguan Chong was talked about as the number one genius in Chiyue, and his reputation was soaring. However, in the past six months, since he was injured by a mysterious person, he has been retreating and cultivating. The sky rises strongly, and the sun soars into the sky for a while, and has the name of the first genius of Chiyue.

Unexpectedly, this Fang Changkong was not in the Holy Spirit Academy, but came to the palace, and now he suddenly appeared, it was obvious that his goal was Wentian.

Fang Changkong is not a sage, his cultivation and strength are also extremely solid, he can use the Dragon Emperor's ancient veins to restrain Ji Zhuoyang, but he has no chance of winning against the sky above.

There was a burst of anxiety in his heart, and strong unwillingness shot out of his eyes.

"Whether you want to catch me obediently, or want the old man to take action, you choose!" Fang Changkong's face was flat, as if he didn't care too much about Wentian at all, maybe in his eyes, Wentian was just a clown .

To be precise, any genius who has not really risen, in the eyes of Fang Changkong, is just an ant with a little bit of potential and a little bit bigger.

There was a roar in Wentian's heart, his eyes flashed fiercely, the endless energy left in his body exploded violently, and he used Longyou Taixu Step with all his strength, and with a sway of his feet, he disappeared from the spot in an instant.

He won't be so stupid as to be caught without a fight, because he is not a three-year-old child!
"Alas!" Fang Changkong sighed when he saw that Wentian was about to escape, with a hint of helplessness in his words.

"In view of Lin Zhentian's affection, this old man is unwilling to take action against a younger generation. If you obediently arrest him without a fight, maybe this old man will intercede for you. As long as you hand over your secrets, I will let you live. It's a pity...it's a pity Already!"

He sighed and shook his head, and immediately, he pressed the void with one hand.

"Buzz!" Following his press, the void in all directions suddenly twisted, and a wave of space force began to approach Wentian like a swarm, preventing him from trapping him to death.

The power of space is to reach the Vientiane Realm, and use the spiritual consciousness of Vientiane to quote a special power between heaven and earth.

Of course, the power of space cited by Fang Changkong is much stronger than that of Fen Fangying and others in the early days of Vientiane.

Wentian is no stranger to this power of space, because he can quote it in his previous life, and when he quotes it, it is even more monstrous than the person in front of him.

But now, due to the limitation of his spiritual knowledge, he is still unable to use the power of space. Seeing the power of space coming from all directions, he can only roar and feel unwilling in his heart.

Fang Changkong, who was originally calm, saw that Wentian was in his pocket, and a sneer formed at the corner of his mouth.

"To be honest, I still envy Lin Zhentian very much. Not only his son and daughter are excellent, but even you, who was originally Chi Yue's number one dandy, have transformed into a shining star. This is the last thing I want I see."

After saying that, Fang Changkong waved his hand, and the power of space in all directions tightened up instantly, forming a cage, completely trapping Wentian.

(End of this chapter)