The most powerful emperor system

Chapter 291 The Battle of the Ninth District

Looking at Uncle Ni again, it was miserable, he didn't have a good piece of meat all over his body, his whole body was purple and rotten, and he was so tired that he was like a puddle of mud when he lay on the ground, he almost couldn't get up, and he cried out in pain.

"Luoyang, you are too cruel, you are still not a brother, and I am still not your uncle!"

Uncle Ni played tricks on the ground with a sultry tone: "You only greet the key points, my handsome face is ruined! Pity my peerless face! What do you want those little girls who admire me to do?"

"Don't talk nonsense, hurry up and consolidate the realm, let's go to the ninth district to have fun, if those guys die or get injured if we go late, it won't be fun." Luo Yang folded his arms and squinted at Uncle Ni.

Uncle Ni was also scared of being beaten, he grinned and struggled to stand up, and continued to refine the energy of the earth veins to consolidate the realm. After he broke through the realm, the speed of refining became faster, and the energy of the earth veins was consumed rapidly.

While the two were cultivating, Lin Wenlian of the Beast Heaven Empire had already passed through the eighth district to the ninth district with crystal clear bare feet, and then headed for the tenth district without stopping.

Huang Chuan of the Ancient Puppet Empire also made the same choice. The blood-stained octospider stepped towards the tenth district with its thigh fork, and wanted to launch the final decisive battle in the tenth district.

The original contestants in the tenth district were almost frightened to death. They rushed against the current and headed for the first district. The further they go, the safer they are. Their goal is to survive these few days. .

Half a day later, the barriers of the eighth district and the ninth district rippling with two circles of water pattern light, the figures of Luo Yang and Uncle Ni suddenly appeared, and set foot in the ninth district.

The ninth district is different from the previous districts. This is a world of yellow sand. The sky is full of yellow sand as far as the eye can see. The desert is full of smoke, the long river is full of sunset, and the sand dunes are like graves in a cemetery.

Looking around, there was not a single bit of green, and it looked barren and lifeless. When the two arrived, the situation in the ninth district changed, and a strong wind blew up, rolling the yellow sand between the sky and the earth.

This kind of power would hurt even a Vajra master if he was involved in it. Straight beams of energy pierced into the sky like swords and spears.

The two looked at each other, and rushed towards the center of the most chaotic storm, and soon they saw the young masters who were confronting each other.

Luo Yang turned his gaze, he knew almost all the young masters here, such as the bald Hui Jue in Tsing Yi, at this moment he folded his hands together and there were countless lotus flowers of meritorious virtues blooming around him.

Thousands of miles away, Xia Wei rode on a lion, laughing loudly, and the sound waves spread in all directions like waves of yellow sand and water.

In addition, there are Song Liuguang from the Binglin Empire, Shihuo from the Huozhen Empire, Miao Wuchang from the Zizai Empire, Wen Qingqing from the Luohua Empire, Zhang Yong from the Changfeng Empire, and Sun Desheng from the Jinglei Empire.

There are Wang Jingying from the Sword Empire, Ye Sang from the Fumu Empire, Xu Rumeng from the Tengshen Empire, and a mysterious young man in a purple robe with a wicked smile on his lips.

At this time, more than a dozen high-ranking young masters of the empire in the early stage of the third stage of Daotai are facing each other here.

When Luoyang and Uncle Ni came, they also released their own aura. Luoyang's aura was extremely strong and majestic, while Uncle Ni's aura was unpredictable and unpredictable.

Waves of breath swirled back and forth, and tornadoes formed around them, absorbing the yellow sand and flying towards the sky, finally extending to a hundred thousand feet!

Finally exhausted when the tornado receded, the sky filled with gravel fell down, and at this moment everyone who had been as stable as Mount Tai moved.

As if they made a promise, they made a bold move and attacked the people around them, and several of them chose Luoyang and Uncle Ni as their opponents. After all, they offended too many people at the auction.

Shi Huozhen stepped forward, and with every step, the yellow sand under his feet would melt into glass slurry, and the flames snaked forward like a long snake, besieging Luoyang.

But the scene at Uncle Ni's place is completely different. Song Liuguang is attacking him. The north wind howls on the scorching desert, and the auspicious snow falls.

"Chaotic Wind Slash!" The warm and jade-like Zhang Yong waved his sleeves, and a strong wind blew up around Luoyang, and then a huge wind blade appeared, so clear that it looked like a half moon when it flew over.

It was extremely sharp, and the cold light burst out, and a dark gap was cracked in the void where it passed, just like the strange mouth opened by an ancient beast, wanting to choose people and devour them.

"break!"

Luo Yang let out a low cry, stepped on the ground with both feet to rotate the universe, and grabbed it out. With a ding sound, he grabbed the hundred-foot wind blade, and his five fingers made a buzzing sound when they touched the wind blade.

"Tick!"

The blood was flowing, and Luoyang's tough as gold palm was cut open. The golden blood dripped round and smooth, and made a crisp sound when it fell.

But Luoyang ignored it, and suddenly squeezed it hard, crushing it with a click, and white sword energy flew out from the pores of his body, flickering on the ground and freezing everything, blocking the flame of Shihuo.

"You are treating your uncle as someone who is easy to bully! Look at the three suns equal to the sky!"

Uncle Ni fought against Song Liuguang. He carried a shovel and sacrificed three talisman seals about a foot long.

Three scorching suns with a diameter of one thousand feet appeared, three-legged golden crows flew, and all the ice melted and melted in an instant.

The battles in other places are also very fierce. Miao Wuchang operates freely, and there is no trace of fireworks between shots, but the destructive power is very amazing.

Just a light touch of a finger can cause the thousands of miles of desert to collapse three hundred times, and his opponent is Huijue, Qingyi Huijue has profound Buddhist teachings, and the battle with the Prajna Palm is inextricable.

Xia Wei of the Wild Lion Empire is surrounded by countless lions, and the lion's qi in his palm rotates, rumbling, and his moves are fierce and domineering.

And his opponent was Sun Desheng, the thunderous method burst Wushuang, and his moves were open and closed. The two were exactly opponents. They fought against each other with great joy, and finally rushed to the sky to fight.

Wang Jingying fought against Wen Qingqing, the two women's clothes fluttered, and even the battle was pleasing to the eye, like two colorful butterflies dancing in mid-air, the sword light was like a rainbow, and the mountain flowers were blooming.

The Fumu Empire's Ye Mulberry Kung Fu is running full of vitality, and a green forest has grown on the desert, and there is a blue mulberry tree beside him, which provides shade.

"Who are you and where are you from? Why haven't I seen you before!"

The king of the Tengshen Empire, Rumengsheng, was so beautiful. At this moment, he asked every step, and the big snakes around him hissed, and they kept walking towards the purple light in front of them.

Not far away was the bright purple light, it was the young man in purple robe, he was able to resist Ye Sang and Xu Rumeng's attack by himself, and he seemed to be able to handle it with ease, and Changhong flew out of his purple eyes.

He didn't speak, just urged the pupil technique to strangle the big snake and the vegetation to fine pieces, preventing them from getting within ten feet of him.

"The shape of fire is ever-changing! Luoyang, I must teach you a good lesson today!" Shi Huozhen's face was full of resentment, and he wanted to avenge the one arrow at the auction back then.

Luo Yang looked innocent: "Hey, you can't be unreasonable. When you bought it, only Ni Dachui bid with you. I'm innocent!"

"Stop talking nonsense, the two of you are a team, hitting anyone is not hitting!" Shi Huozhang said that if you don't do this, neither of you can escape today.

Shi Huozhang's method of controlling fire was very powerful. The flames danced in mid-air, and with the sound of mooing, it turned into a hundred-foot-high flame cow with patterns of colorful flowers on it.

There are also red flaming dragons hovering, with their teeth and claws spouting scorching dragon breath, there are three flaming serpents looking up, and there are flaming spotted leopards showing off their might.

All kinds of flame elves rushed over, and a red banner appeared in Shi Huozhang's hands, and all the flame elves were fiercely waved to shoot at Luoyang.

On the other side, Zhang Yong was also holding back his big move. He wiped his hands on his chest, and ten wind blades like before suddenly appeared, and they were about to slice Luoyang into pieces.

"Isn't it just a flame, what's there to be arrogant about!"

As soon as Luo Yang reached out and grabbed the horns of the cow, he twisted it into twists in mid-air with a fierce force, and then opened his mouth to spray out a long river of swordsmanship, and the dragon in mid-air screamed and turned into bones stubble.

Luoyang shot fiercely and domineeringly, the flames were also billowing, turning into an ocean, burying all the flame elves in an instant, and countless chains appeared, rattling, binding them tightly.

"Whoa!"

There was a sound of piercing through the air, it was Zhang Yong's attack, and the ten wind blades lined up, covering the vital points of Luoyang's body.

"Tch, Zhang Yong, you are nothing more than eating Nayang Pill. You are still standing on the same platform as others, and you dare not go to the tenth district to fight. I really feel ashamed for you!"

Luo Yang sarcastically said mercilessly: "There is also good news for you, your concubine Cai Qiqi died, and it was a terrible death!"

The chaotic air spread and turned into a cluster of stars, which slowly rotated, engulfing all the wind blades, suppressing them, and continuously crushing them.

Zhang Yongyi's face turned red when he heard it. Today he saw that others had broken through the realm without Nayang Dan, which made him very tasty. Now that Luoyang pointed it out, he was furious.

"One spring breeze and one warmth, the spring breeze brings warmth into Tusu!"

Zhang Yong's dantian hummed, a faint wind blew up between the sky and the earth, and the warm wind blew drunk the tourists, wrapping Luoyang.

"Huh?" Luo Yang frowned. In the wind, he felt that he had no energy in his whole body. He was as tired as if he had fought a hundred thousand games just now, and he was about to yawn and fall asleep.

"Summer storm, thunderous thunder, heavy rain!"

As soon as Zhang Yong's handprint changed, the warm wind turned into a strong wind, and the sky was darkened in an instant. From the strong wind, a monster came out, with double wings and eight arms, and it was about to beat Luoyang when it stretched out.

"What the hell!"

Luoyang's finger was shining with golden light and the runes were dense. Just tap it, and the power of the Vajra Eightfold Heaven instantly bloomed.

With a puff, the monster's head was pierced, and it fell directly in front of Luoyang, seemingly powerless to resist.

"It's impossible, you've been blown drowsy by my spring breeze, why can you still maintain your peak?" Zhang Yong showed an unimaginable look: "The autumn wind and autumn rain are so sad!"

The autumn wind blew again, with the meaning of bleakness, untied the three autumn leaves, with the power of chilling, constantly rotating around Luoyang.

"Northern wind whistling, autumn harvest and winter storage, chill Kyushu!" Zhang Yong shot again, and the winter wind blew up, turning into hundreds of millions of small knives in mid-air, constantly rotating around Luoyang.

(End of this chapter)