Da Feng: From copying golden entries to becoming an immortal in the mortal world

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"Prince Zhenbei! Didn't you tell me that this person was definitely not a hidden expert from the royal family?"

"Why can this person not only wield the national sword, but also summon the heroic spirit of the Great Feng Emperor?!"

"That's a top-tier martial artist! Even if it were just a heroic spirit descending, it would still give my Grand Wizard of the Witch God Sect a headache!"

The Spirit Master of the Witch God Cult stared at Luo Chen with eyes full of terror, his gloomy face pale.

In an instant, the power of the five elements of heaven and earth suddenly became chaotic.

Between heaven and earth, a pair of eyes that looked down upon the world suddenly opened.

A figure, hundreds of feet tall, appeared as if it came from the heavens above, rapidly coalescing into form.

The figure wore a flat-topped crown, a five-clawed dragon robe, and golden boots.

He held a bronze sword that was thirty feet long in both hands, like an emperor's sword hanging above everyone's heads!

The Prince of Zhenbei ignored the accusation from the third-rank wizard. He didn't know how to answer, nor did he want to.

He is now not only bewildered, but also, from the inside out, from the very essence of his genes, he is experiencing both fear and respect!

His ancestor was the Great Feng Emperor, who was once the number one martial artist in the Great Feng Dynasty and a top-rank martial artist!

If it weren't for the imperial destiny bestowed upon him, which prevented him from achieving immortality, he would practically be an immortal being.

"This is the northern border..."

The spirit of Emperor Gaozu gazes upon the northern border of the Great Feng Dynasty, recalling the battles he once fought here.

When He saw the third-rank wizard and the Prince of Zhenbei in Chuzhou City, His admiring eyes immediately turned disdainful and hostile!

"You unworthy offspring, conspiring with the Witchcraft Cult!"

"I will then clean house!"

Upon hearing this, the third-rank wizard quickly shielded everyone in front of him and hurriedly manipulated the elements of heaven and earth to flee to the north!

Upon seeing this, the Prince of Zhenbei fled south.

He knew that the heroic spirit of the emperor's image could not linger in the mortal world for long.

As for a direct confrontation, that's absolutely impossible!

Delaying it is the only way to minimize the losses!

Among the emperors of the Great Feng Dynasty, there were two first-rank military officers: Emperor Gaozu of Great Feng and Emperor Wuzong of Great Feng.

One is hostile to the cult of witchcraft, and the other is hostile to Buddhism.

As the vessel of the spirit of the Great Ancestor, Luo Chen naturally knew that the Great Ancestor of the Great Feng Dynasty prioritized killing third-rank wizards.

But ultimately, it was just a descending spirit, lacking mobility and best suited for head-on crushing.

If the third-rank wizard is killed, then the Prince of Zhenbei will flee south.

Luo Chen shouted, and his upper robe also ripped open, revealing the indestructible crimson stripes.

He looks exactly like a piece of red-hot iron that has been forged!

Luo Chen's words were lawful, and he performed Confucian etiquette by slightly bowing:

"Please, Your Majesty, cleanse the house!"

This was because he used the pretext of cleaning up the sect, along with the Zhenguo Sword, to successfully summon the spirit of the founding emperor.

Upon hearing this, Emperor Faxiang turned around and looked at the Prince of Zhenbei who was fleeing south.

The hundred-foot-tall imperial image grasped the bronze sword shadow in its hand and released a ten-thousand-foot-tall sword aura!

The sky, which was originally covered with clouds, was instantly torn open by the enormous sword energy, creating a ten-mile-long sword rift on both sides!

When the Prince of Zhenbei turned around and saw the sword energy that was infinitely approaching him, there was no fear in the depths of his eyes.

He was merely a fragment of a soul.

His main soul is not dead, and his primordial spirit still has a chance to be reborn!

The cost is simply too high!

Unfortunately, this body belongs to a third-rank martial artist, and after taking this sword strike, it will require a lot of materials to repair!

boom--

The sword energy, reaching ten thousand feet, struck the Prince of Zhenbei, causing his body to explode on the spot. The primordial spirit hidden in his mind had long been destroyed!

After this sword strike, the originally solid imperial image suddenly became transparent and finally dissipated.

The towering red pillar of light surrounding Luo Chen dimmed somewhat.

As expected, he could not maintain the imperial appearance for long enough on his own.

"This Prince of Zhenbei is actually an imposter!"

The guards of Chuzhou City, recalling the scene just now, were all dumbfounded.

Many people from Chuzhou who saw the portrait of Emperor Gaozu rushed back to Chuzhou City, and were fortunate enough to see the Emperor Gaozu one last time.

One by one, they knelt before Luo Chen and said goodbye:

"Respectfully bidding farewell to Emperor Gaozu!"

Seeing this, Luo Chen's words became law: "You will not kneel!"

He then decisively disappeared from the spot and rushed towards the remains of the Prince of Zhenbei.

Joan of Arc's fragmented soul died, but the life force of a third-rank warrior would not die so easily.