The hundred-foot-large Tiance slowly became smaller, gradually turning into a foot-long scroll and landing in the hands of the emperor. All the golden light on the emperor's body gathered towards Tiance!

"call!"

The emperor flipped his hand and put away Tiance, looked around, and stepped down on the fighting platform. Even though the battle for Tiance ended, the emperor was still the focus of the Tianshu Guangwu Field at this moment.

The emperor slowly walked towards Yanchuan.

Everyone's eyes were also staring at the emperor.

"I'm leaving, I'll see you again if I'm destined to do it!" the emperor said to Yan Chuan.

Yan Chuan seemed to have known it for a long time and nodded: "Yes!"

Stepping on, the emperor left in one direction and walked outside the Tianshu Guangwu Square.

"Emperor? What's the origin?"

"He knows Yan Chuan?"

"Whose disciple is the emperor?"

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There was constant discussion around.

"Stop, you can't leave!" A sudden voice rang out.

A sound suddenly caused everyone to turn their heads, but it was the Holy Son of Gu Yue. At this moment, his eyes narrowed slightly and stared at the emperor.

The emperor stopped slightly, turned his head and looked at the Holy Son of Gu Yue. A trace of doubt flashed in his eyes.

"You are not allowed to leave here before the end of the Heavenly Sutra Conference!" The Holy Son of Gu Yue said coldly.

"Um?"

Yan Chuan narrowed his eyes and looked at the Holy Son of Gu Yue. Before the end of the Tianshu Conference, was there something else that happened? Yan Chuan seemed to be thinking.

The emperor turned around and ignored the Holy Son of Gu Yue, as if he hadn't heard it at all, and continued walking outside.

"call!"

The body of the Holy Son of Gu Yue shook and appeared in front of the emperor in an instant.

"I said, you are not allowed to leave, didn't you hear it?" The Holy Son of Gu Yue's eyes cold and a huge aura gushed out.

The momentum of the Zhongxu Realm is much larger than that of the lower virtual realm.

The nearby cultivators were immediately shocked by this momentum and retreated repeatedly.

The momentum rushed straight towards the emperor, but the emperor seemed to be unaffected at all, and walked towards the Holy Son of Gu Yue step by step.

"Crack, Crack!"

The floor on the ground showed a large number of cracks under the mighty momentum of the Holy Son of Gu Yue.

But the emperor still walked forward, step by step, as if he was not oppressed at all. The countless pairs of eyes around him showed a look of surprise.

Slowly, the emperor walked to the Holy Son of Gu Yue.

The emperor's eyes stared at the Holy Son of Gu Yue, and his eyes were cold.

"boom!"

It was like a long sword coming out through the emperor's eyes and pierced into the mind of the Holy Son of Gu Yue, and a powerful will rushed straight towards him.

The will that the Holy Son of Gu Yue relied on in the past was simply fragile under the will of the emperor's overbearing sword, and was destroyed and destroyed, and all of them were smashed.

"boom!"

The soul of the Holy Son of Gu Yue trembled and his mind was in chaos. After a while, he woke up from the horror. But his whole body's spirit was much weakened.

"Jing Zhao's second servant, Sun and Moon, are you the son of Sun and Shi? You are only at the second level of Zhongxu Realm, and you dare to stop me? If it weren't for Jing Zhao's face, you had already died a thousand times. Those who blocked me would die!" The emperor was cold.

As he stepped forward, the Holy Son of Gu Yue instinctively made a way out, his eyes were inexplicably shocked.

The emperor's terrifying will had already told everything. Even if the Holy Son of Gu Yue was stupid, he would not dare to stop him at this moment. He was covered in cold sweat and watched the emperor leave slowly.

At this moment, Holy Son Gu Yue had no idea to stop him. His eyes were filled with horror.

A large number of cultivators around him looked at him curiously.

"Son of the Holy Son? What's going on?" Chang San came over and said in confusion.

The King of Qin, Chess, and Book King also surrounded him.

After a moment of depressed spirit, the Holy Son of Gu Yue slowly recovered as he watched the emperor step far away.

All around him stared at his eyes, the Holy Son of Gu Yue suddenly felt like he was on his back. He was targeting the emperor everywhere before, but now it seems so ridiculous!

"Let's go!" The Holy Son of Gu Yue said in a deep voice.

I can't stay here anymore.

He quickly left Tianshu Plaza with four people and Chang Si's corpse, leaving behind tens of thousands of curious people.

Not long after, there was a floating island outside Tianshu Guangwu Square.

The Holy Son of Gu Yue led the four of them to look coldly at the Tianshu Plaza in the distance.

"Son of the Holy Son, that emperor, let him go?" Chang San said gritting his teeth.

Chang San didn't know that the emperor and Gu Yue had already fought against each other before. Although he couldn't do anything to the emperor, he really hoped that the Holy Son of Gu Yue could take action and avenge the killing of his brother.

"Emperor?" The Holy Son of Gu Yue didn't move his face.

Regarding the emperor, the Holy Son of Gu Yue didn't even want to provoke her, so he would leave this person to his father to deal with.

"We still have important matters. Although we have lost Tiance, we still have the Fengshence!" The Holy Son of Gu Yue shook his head and said.

"Yes!" Chang San nodded unwillingly.

Everyone stared at the distant Tianshu Plaza again.

The shock brought by the Emperor was slowly digested by the powerful people. The venue was also cleaned up.

Among the seventy or eighty thousand cultivators, nearly 70,000 of them were Confucian cultivators, all of whom supported Yan Chuan and Sima Yuntian. The previous shock was not long after, and it was covered in waves of expectations.

Yan Chuan, Sima Yuntian, and the great scholars and wise men of Julu Academy!

What kind of competition will the three parties compete?

"Please testify to Goddess Zhichen, and the battle for the God-Statement will begin!" Meng Ziqiu shouted again.

The Tianshu Plaza suddenly became quiet.

It’s still the same fighting platform, but at this moment, the fighting platform is no longer fighting in a military way, but in a literary battle.

On the fighting platform, Le Yi and twenty great scholars slowly stepped onto the fighting platform!

Yan Chuan took Wang Zhu, Yi Feng, and Mr. Wen Ruo to the stage! Mo Yuxi hugged Meow Meow and waited quietly below.

Sima Yuntian also stepped onto the fighting stage with his seventy-two disciples.

Yan Chuan, Sima Yuntian, and Le Yi were in a triangular state. The literary battle was about to begin, and the scholars from all directions held their breath.

"The battle for Fengshence is different from that of Tiance. The two decided to win one first and then pass the Julu Academy test, or pass the test first and then compete with each other?" Le Yi smiled.

Yan Chuan and Sima Yuntian looked at each other.

"Test first!"

"We'll fight later!"

Sima Yuntian and Yan Chuan said almost at the same time.

After receiving this reply, Le Yi nodded.

"As long as there are two things that can beat the twenty-one of us on the stage, you can pass! What do you want to test first?" Le Yi said.

"Chess!" Sima Yuntian said lightly.

Yan Chuan and Le Yi also nodded, without any objection!

After reaching out, two chess boards slowly emerged from the fighting platform, standing in the middle of the three.

"Yi Feng!" Yan Chuan said lightly.

"Yes!" Yifeng nodded.

Gently swinging his long sleeves, Yifeng stepped forward, and the breeze blew his hair, looking extremely free and easy.

"Mr. Yi!"

"It's indeed Mr. Yi!"

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There were bursts of excitement coming from the audience.
To be continued...