Chapter 2800
"How...how is that possible?"
At this moment, Fei Qingyang's eyes were sluggish, looking at Chu Yan, he almost lost his ability to think.
Master...
Led by Feng Xiaofeng, the 100,000 disciples were all shocked!
Even in their dreams, they would never have imagined that, by giving themselves good fortune and making themselves reborn, the master in their hearts, Ku Yazi, turned out to be a peer of the same generation as themselves, and it was actually Chu Yan, the demon son of the Demon Realm!
This is too unbelievable.
"It turned out to be him!"
The eyes of the three statues changed drastically, especially Feng Zun. He guessed for a long time and finally determined that the person from the dry mountain was the person of the ancient inheritance, and he had a very deep cultivation base. But he never dreamed that this person from the dry mountain was actually Chu Yan.
In this way, it can be explained that when I first saw Lin Fan, I doubted everything I had before.
The eyes of everyone present changed drastically countless times.
Dry Mountain, Dry Yazi!
What a loud trumpet this is!
Entering the dry mountain where no grass grows alone!
Defeat the Supreme Elder of Jiannan Zong Wen Daoqi at will!
Accept 100,000 disciples, so that the dry mountain is no longer a forbidden place!
Treasure offering conference, the power of one vein defeats the five major sects!
However, all of this indicates that this is a legendary old cultivator, but no one will associate it with the genius of the younger generation, and the long-dead demonic demon from Chu Yan.
Ku Yazi, Chu Yan!
These are two extreme names, one is the strong man of the older generation, and the other is the arrogance of the younger generation.
However, now, just like that, they appeared in front of everyone at the same time.
It is to tell everyone that they are the same person.
Lin Fan, Chu Yan, Ku Yazi!
It was one person!
This is not intended to be a huge impact on vision and mind!
After a hundred breaths, the entire dojo was deadly silent, and the needles could be heard falling!
"you……"
Fei Qingyang suddenly felt that his words were a little weak, and everything in front of him had long exceeded his expectations.
Above the dry mountain, this breath is too mysterious, this is definitely not a clone, but the deity of Chu Yan!
If there is no fusion of the deity, it is the great perfection of all phenomena. Once the deity is merged, what degree will Chu Yan reach?
Now, there are already two extreme swords, plus the deity, the mysterious petrified ancient jade, and the dragon beard whip...
For the first time, Fei Qingyang was not completely sure of victory!
Everyone present was like this. They were no longer very sure that Feiqingyang could win. The name Ku Yazi was too big, and now...
"How difficult it is to hear the Dao, it took me Fei Qingyang to cultivate for more than 800 years. Even if you fuse your body, you may not be able to reach the period of hearing the Dao. Besides, you don't have a third sword, my wind's sword intent, How do you come to pick it up!"
Fei Qingyang deserves to be the one who will inherit the mantle of the Immortal Emperor, he quickly calmed down, and then said coldly.
This time, he is no longer contemptuous, but full of fighting spirit. This battle is only meaningful!
"Who said that Chu did not have a third sword!"
At the top of the dry mountain, Chu Yan said indifferently, and immediately raised his hand!
As soon as these words came out, the people who had been shocked and numb, roared again in their minds!
And a third sword?
In the past eight hundred years, how did Chu Yan cultivate?
The cultivation base has such a terrifying leap, and so many terrifying treasures have been refined, which is too unimaginable.
"The third sword?"
Fei Qingyang's eyes changed, and he was suddenly looking forward to the third sword in Chu Yan's mouth.
Under the dry mountain, the shock in the eyes of the hundred thousand disciples has once again turned into a fanatical worship.
What if it wasn't the older generation of cultivators, whether it was Chu Yan or Ku Yazi, he was his master, and he gave him everything.
Moreover, his master is someone who can fight against Fei Qingyang's peak. At this moment, the 100,000 disciples only feel very proud in their hearts!
"When I first entered the dry mountain, you were just a piece of grass, but now you are a towering tree, turning my treasure into a war with me, and when Chu became emperor, you were named the ancestor of wood!"
Chu Yan looked at the magic tree in front of him and spoke immediately.
These words, with promises and thoughts belonging to the ancient demons, if turned into a key, this moment will open the seal belonging to the demon tree.
In the magic tree, there is an extremely excited fluctuation of spiritual sense!
Chu Yan smiled slightly, this magic tree coincidentally absorbed three drops of his own ancient demon blood, and he planted the cause, and now the time has come.
Thinking about it, Chu Yan touched the magic tree with the palm of his hand!
Immediately, the magic tree vibrated violently, and the countless magic patterns on it roared and changed, and the dry mountain mist that had been absorbed before turned into countless illusory sword shadows.
"I have taught you three hundred and twenty years as a teacher, and taught you the sword will of the years. Now, take a sword from each of you, would you like it?"
Chu Yan's voice spread all over the dry mountain.
"Disciple is willing!"
At this moment, with Feng Xiaofeng as the beast, 100,000 disciples shouted at the same time!
What a great kindness the master is to himself, and besides, the sword will that each cultivator cultivates can be transformed into countless ways, and it is related to the cultivation level. .
One hundred thousand disciples, all of them, flew out an illusory sword from within their heavenly spirits.
This sword has the breath of time!
It is the sword intent of the years!
The Sword Intent of Years, although the 100,000 disciples comprehend the Sword Intent of the Years, but because each person has spent different years, the Sword Intent of the Years they cultivate is also different. The Sword Intent of the Years represents Their respective life years experience.
One hundred thousand years of sword intent, in a state of madness, all rushed into the magic tree.
The next moment, the magic tree shook violently.
An extremely terrifying breath is brewing.
The magic tree can grow on the dry mountain. Even if it was just a piece of grass back then, it was by no means an ordinary thing, not to mention that after absorbing the blood of Chu Yan's ancient demons, it now condenses the dry mountain to accumulate the gray gas of the years since the endless years, and a hundred thousand Disciples represent the sword intent of one hundred thousand years of different lives.
At this moment, the magic tree has changed drastically.
On it, the branches twisted, and a boundless blue mist emerged from it, wrapping the whole thing.
In the azure mist, there was a constant roaring sound.
In the end, I saw the cyan mist dissipated, and the magic tree was not there. Among them, a cyan wooden sword full of magic lines and exuding the spirit of ancient times emerged!
As soon as the sword came out, the void trembled wildly.
At this moment, Fei Qingyang's eyes were sluggish, looking at Chu Yan, he almost lost his ability to think.
Master...
Led by Feng Xiaofeng, the 100,000 disciples were all shocked!
Even in their dreams, they would never have imagined that, by giving themselves good fortune and making themselves reborn, the master in their hearts, Ku Yazi, turned out to be a peer of the same generation as themselves, and it was actually Chu Yan, the demon son of the Demon Realm!
This is too unbelievable.
"It turned out to be him!"
The eyes of the three statues changed drastically, especially Feng Zun. He guessed for a long time and finally determined that the person from the dry mountain was the person of the ancient inheritance, and he had a very deep cultivation base. But he never dreamed that this person from the dry mountain was actually Chu Yan.
In this way, it can be explained that when I first saw Lin Fan, I doubted everything I had before.
The eyes of everyone present changed drastically countless times.
Dry Mountain, Dry Yazi!
What a loud trumpet this is!
Entering the dry mountain where no grass grows alone!
Defeat the Supreme Elder of Jiannan Zong Wen Daoqi at will!
Accept 100,000 disciples, so that the dry mountain is no longer a forbidden place!
Treasure offering conference, the power of one vein defeats the five major sects!
However, all of this indicates that this is a legendary old cultivator, but no one will associate it with the genius of the younger generation, and the long-dead demonic demon from Chu Yan.
Ku Yazi, Chu Yan!
These are two extreme names, one is the strong man of the older generation, and the other is the arrogance of the younger generation.
However, now, just like that, they appeared in front of everyone at the same time.
It is to tell everyone that they are the same person.
Lin Fan, Chu Yan, Ku Yazi!
It was one person!
This is not intended to be a huge impact on vision and mind!
After a hundred breaths, the entire dojo was deadly silent, and the needles could be heard falling!
"you……"
Fei Qingyang suddenly felt that his words were a little weak, and everything in front of him had long exceeded his expectations.
Above the dry mountain, this breath is too mysterious, this is definitely not a clone, but the deity of Chu Yan!
If there is no fusion of the deity, it is the great perfection of all phenomena. Once the deity is merged, what degree will Chu Yan reach?
Now, there are already two extreme swords, plus the deity, the mysterious petrified ancient jade, and the dragon beard whip...
For the first time, Fei Qingyang was not completely sure of victory!
Everyone present was like this. They were no longer very sure that Feiqingyang could win. The name Ku Yazi was too big, and now...
"How difficult it is to hear the Dao, it took me Fei Qingyang to cultivate for more than 800 years. Even if you fuse your body, you may not be able to reach the period of hearing the Dao. Besides, you don't have a third sword, my wind's sword intent, How do you come to pick it up!"
Fei Qingyang deserves to be the one who will inherit the mantle of the Immortal Emperor, he quickly calmed down, and then said coldly.
This time, he is no longer contemptuous, but full of fighting spirit. This battle is only meaningful!
"Who said that Chu did not have a third sword!"
At the top of the dry mountain, Chu Yan said indifferently, and immediately raised his hand!
As soon as these words came out, the people who had been shocked and numb, roared again in their minds!
And a third sword?
In the past eight hundred years, how did Chu Yan cultivate?
The cultivation base has such a terrifying leap, and so many terrifying treasures have been refined, which is too unimaginable.
"The third sword?"
Fei Qingyang's eyes changed, and he was suddenly looking forward to the third sword in Chu Yan's mouth.
Under the dry mountain, the shock in the eyes of the hundred thousand disciples has once again turned into a fanatical worship.
What if it wasn't the older generation of cultivators, whether it was Chu Yan or Ku Yazi, he was his master, and he gave him everything.
Moreover, his master is someone who can fight against Fei Qingyang's peak. At this moment, the 100,000 disciples only feel very proud in their hearts!
"When I first entered the dry mountain, you were just a piece of grass, but now you are a towering tree, turning my treasure into a war with me, and when Chu became emperor, you were named the ancestor of wood!"
Chu Yan looked at the magic tree in front of him and spoke immediately.
These words, with promises and thoughts belonging to the ancient demons, if turned into a key, this moment will open the seal belonging to the demon tree.
In the magic tree, there is an extremely excited fluctuation of spiritual sense!
Chu Yan smiled slightly, this magic tree coincidentally absorbed three drops of his own ancient demon blood, and he planted the cause, and now the time has come.
Thinking about it, Chu Yan touched the magic tree with the palm of his hand!
Immediately, the magic tree vibrated violently, and the countless magic patterns on it roared and changed, and the dry mountain mist that had been absorbed before turned into countless illusory sword shadows.
"I have taught you three hundred and twenty years as a teacher, and taught you the sword will of the years. Now, take a sword from each of you, would you like it?"
Chu Yan's voice spread all over the dry mountain.
"Disciple is willing!"
At this moment, with Feng Xiaofeng as the beast, 100,000 disciples shouted at the same time!
What a great kindness the master is to himself, and besides, the sword will that each cultivator cultivates can be transformed into countless ways, and it is related to the cultivation level. .
One hundred thousand disciples, all of them, flew out an illusory sword from within their heavenly spirits.
This sword has the breath of time!
It is the sword intent of the years!
The Sword Intent of Years, although the 100,000 disciples comprehend the Sword Intent of the Years, but because each person has spent different years, the Sword Intent of the Years they cultivate is also different. The Sword Intent of the Years represents Their respective life years experience.
One hundred thousand years of sword intent, in a state of madness, all rushed into the magic tree.
The next moment, the magic tree shook violently.
An extremely terrifying breath is brewing.
The magic tree can grow on the dry mountain. Even if it was just a piece of grass back then, it was by no means an ordinary thing, not to mention that after absorbing the blood of Chu Yan's ancient demons, it now condenses the dry mountain to accumulate the gray gas of the years since the endless years, and a hundred thousand Disciples represent the sword intent of one hundred thousand years of different lives.
At this moment, the magic tree has changed drastically.
On it, the branches twisted, and a boundless blue mist emerged from it, wrapping the whole thing.
In the azure mist, there was a constant roaring sound.
In the end, I saw the cyan mist dissipated, and the magic tree was not there. Among them, a cyan wooden sword full of magic lines and exuding the spirit of ancient times emerged!
As soon as the sword came out, the void trembled wildly.
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