At this time, Qin Chen's eyes remained unchanged and his expression was cold.

However, the eleven illusory bodies stood on the eleven chains, and each of them condensed complex marks and laid them on the chains.

In an instant, the chains around Qin Chen's body were extremely restless, as if they were about to break through the resistance of the nine volumes of alchemy scriptures and headed straight for Qin Chen himself... "Tian Yue, Tian Chong!"

The man in the black robe shouted at this time: "Start."

The two people on the left and right nodded one after another.

At the time of the arrival, eleven phantoms shone brightly, like eleven gods of heaven and earth, standing proudly, as if blocking this world.

The man in black robe looked at Qin Chen at this time and said indifferently: "Tianshu has always known the name of Jiuyuan Dan Emperor, extremely powerful, and never dared to take it lightly."

"Today, this formation of locking the sky and imprisoning the earth is just to attract you, Mr. Qin, to kill you. This formation is absolutely impossible."

Tianshu's tone was so strict, and black mist was condensed all over his body, and then he said, "This holy burial place has been built for 40,000 years, and has gathered the spiritual aggregates of 118 strong men in the past 300,000 years of Shangyuan Tian."

"The inheritance in the Lingyun Taoist temple is not the focus. What we need is the spiritual power of this Lingyun!"

"What is Lingwei? I think Mr. Qin should know, right?"

Qin Chen looked at the man who claimed to be Tianshu at this time, and smiled and said, "The talent of the origin of Lingyun!"

"That's right."

Tianshu said to himself at this time: "In the past life, each of these spiritual aggregates was an extremely powerful emperor, and each of them was invincible instincts of their 118 spiritual aggregates. We don't need them. Even if we give them to Shangyuan Tianshi warriors, it doesn't matter. Just get the spiritual power we need."

"Using the power of spiritual power, it can be injected into the Ten Thousand Nether Formation of Locking the Sky and Prisoning the Earth. With the talented power of these 118 peak powers, it will be possible to kill the Nine Yuan Dan Emperor. "

The holy burial place built by the Tianmu Holy Clan at a huge cost is not for the spiritual aggregate itself.

The power of the spiritual aggregate, the major forces, and the various casual cultivators, is nothing.

Even if the descendants of the powerful people arranged by the Tianmu Holy Clan did not get all of them, they also cultivated a group of strong people who were loyal to their Tianmu Holy Clan.

This will have a great effect on the future overlords of the Tianmu Holy Clan in Shangyuan Tianming.

This is part of the development of spiritual aggregates.

The other part, and the most important part, is to obtain the spiritual power of the spiritual aggregate and use the power of the spiritual power to kill Qin Chen.

Lock the sky and the earth and the ten thousand dark formations to die! The spiritual power is the core of killing Qin Chen.

This is not a competition of strength, but a competition of talent.

Even if Qin Chen’s talent is against the will of heaven, can it be stronger than the 118 emperors born within 300,000 years of the Shangyuantian?

Talent fight.

If Qin Chen is defeated, he will become a fool at the least, and his soul will be dispersed and he will never be reborn! At this time, Qin Chen looked at the eleven phantoms and the seven emperors outside the formation.

I see.

Qin Chen let out a slight breath.

Tianshu shouted again at this time: "Tianyue, Tianyue, start!"

As Tianshu's order fell, the six emperors immediately stood in the six directions and formed seals with both hands.

In an instant, there seemed to be a huge net around the valley, rising into the sky, as if to cut this world into pieces.

The huge net flew into the air and fell on eleven chains, making the entire valley a cage of heaven and earth at this time.

Just like a Colosseum.

At this time, the only beast in the Colosseum was Qin Chen.

The previous nine-nine melting heaven-swalking Dragon Formation was to test Qin Chen's bottom line.

And this time the Locking Heaven and Earth Formation is to really trap Qin Chen.

Only by setting up the stage can the Tianmu Holy Clan invite famous actors to appear and start singing.

Now, everything is available.

The eleven phantoms were shining brightly and stood on the eleven chains.

After the six emperors took action, chains split out among the eleven iron chains and spread out.

At the time of the arrival, a total of 107 chains appeared, scattered between heaven and earth.

One hundred and seven figures were set on those one hundred and seven chains.

Emperor Fengchen! Emperor Qi Min! Nameless Old Man! Lingyun Deity, illusory figures appeared at this time.

One hundred and eighteen spiritual aggregates, one hundred and eighteen bodies, stand proudly.

Each one has its own unique atmosphere.

This time, it is not something that can be compared with strength, but it depends on talent! A competition of talent! The talents of 118 emperors have been passed through the talented prides of heaven in various eras over the past 300,000 years of Yuantian, and Qin Chen.

At this moment, Chen Yimo stood high in the sky, with a cold expression, his long hair moved with the wind, and his eyes were a little cold.

Lei Zhencang and Su Wanyue, plus Xuantian’s puppet body, fought with Zhou Minggong, Yuan Zhengxiang and Zhan Yi, the Great Perfection, and swept across the world, causing the time and space to be confused.

Chen Yimo faced the Holy Lord of Tiangang, Pei Mantian, and Wan Qianxin, Mo Wenfeng and the four emperors.

Chen Yimo breathed in his heart, and an ancient bronze tripod was floating above his head.

"Tianyan Ancient Cauldron!"

The Holy Lord of Tiangang looked at the ancient tripod floating above Chen Yimo's head and said calmly: "The heavenly-grade extreme treasure used by the Jiuyuan Dan Emperor was indeed passed on to the Mo Emperor."

"Is it strange?

I envy the master’s passing to my disciples?”

Chen Yimo sneered: "Saint Lord Tiangang, I didn't see it back then. You are still such a calculating guy."

"Do you know that if you rely on the Great Perfection of the Emperor, you will never be able to kill my master, so you created this holy burial place, the emperor's spiritual power, and want to kill my master with the talent power of one hundred and eighteen Supreme Emperors?"

"To be honest, don't say 118, or 10,000, or 10,000, you don't have the qualifications to compare with my master!"

Hearing this, the Holy Lord of Tiangang was not angry.

No qualification to be compared?

Anyone who picked out of these 118 people was very different from Qin Chen, but what could Qin Chen compare to him?

"Mr. Mo, you're still worried about yourself!"

Pei Mantian stood high at this time and said indifferently: "Today, one of you, master and disciple, will leave first."

"I'll let you go first!"

Chen Yimo was extremely angry. The surface of the ancient tripod was full of green light, instantly sweeping across the world.

Under his feet, the purple flame sky dragon fire instantly turned into a dragon's body and crawled into the soles of his feet.

In the ancient cauldron, time turned into four bodies and rushed out.

Chen Yimo at this moment was only 40,000 years ago, at his peak.

"Four Spirit Flame Heaven!"

Chen Yimo drank it and climbed into time. Four bodies rush out from the ancient cauldron.
Chapter completed!